Volume 1: Red Dust Sword Gate Chapter 45: Raise an Eyebrow and Exhale

  After finishing, they went ahead and arrived at the entrance of Jian Ge. Zhang Yuefeng took out two three-product spiritual stones from his pocket and inserted them into the recesses at the entrance. A clear and melodious sword hum sounded, and the door of Jian Ge slowly opened. Zhang and Liu walked in, and the gate of Jian Ge closed with a loud bang.

  Jian Xuan Ge is the place where Hong Chen Jian Men practices sword moves. Because of the great power of the sword repair style, practicing sword moves requires either internal practice or entering Jian Xuan Ge.

  Zhang Hao wants to enter the Jian Ge Pavilion for a trial because he is afraid that Liu Suifeng will destroy the Hongchen Sword Sect's Hongchen Grand Hall.

  Jian Ge is a space of about three miles in length and width, with bluestone pavement, and the ground is covered with dense sword marks. The surroundings are full of various prohibitions, and two people are separated by three zhang, each brewing a shocking blow.

  Liu followed the wind and looked at Zhang Hao with a playful smile: "I heard you took Tongtian Tower!"

  Zhang Hao calmly sneered, "After taking the Tongtian Tower, I'll return to this dog's Tianhuang. The Tongtian Tower is in whose hands, you should be clearer than me, no need to come and probe me!"

  "Since the Tongtian Tower is not in your hands, you will die today!" Liu Suifeng said, and suddenly a whip appeared in his hand. With a casual flick, countless whip shadows swept across the sky.

  Zhang Hao's Taoist robe fluttered and danced in the wind as he gazed calmly at the whip-like shadows filling the sky.

  A white light flashed under his feet and shot towards Liu Suifeng.

  Escape character.

  Liu Suifeng suddenly found that the sword tip was approaching, the silver light was within inches, and he hastily used a talisman to activate his technique.

  The glittering sword edge, the fierce impact on the ground, sparks splashing everywhere, the bluestone floor shattered and flying debris.

  Zhang Hao missed a hit and quickly retreated several feet away, riding the Lóng Huǒ as it transformed into a white shadow, darting left and right.

  Liu Suifeng's figure emerged from a corner of the sword practice pavilion, but he couldn't lock onto Zhang Hao's figure with his divine sense. His heart was filled with shock and uncertainty - when had this Red Dust Sword Technique become so formidable? Liu Suifeng couldn't understand it, but he didn't believe that Zhang Hao could defeat him.

  "With a slight tremble of his golden whip, he shouted: 'Angry Dragon out of the Abyss!'"

  Only to see the long whip like a giant python, wrapping around the raging spiritual energy of the angry sea, strangling and killing, the stone slabs on the ground, one by one, flying up with their roots.

  A loud rumbling sound was emitted.

  Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! The golden whip struck Zhang Hao's sword tip, shooting out a trail of starlight, and for a moment, the silver light burst forth, and the spiritual energy surged.

  A lone swordsman gazed through the forbidden at the two shadows on the trial platform, his turbid eyes revealing a daunting sharpness.

  Xiaozi had already forgotten that Zhang Hao was the groom today, and pulled Mu Rongxue's bright red sleeve, exclaiming, "Wow! Brother is really amazing!"

  Willow sways in the wind, the more it fights, the more frightening it becomes.

  This sword flew less than the Golden Elixir period, and its spiritual power was extremely limited. However, this guy got more and more fierce as he fought, not only was his body abnormally agile, but also partly strange and bizarre. Every time he struck with all his might, he missed, and when he chased after to kill, he could only follow behind and eat dust. This made him both angry and furious, and he wished he could immediately whip Zhang Hao down from the air and humiliate him severely. Unfortunately, every time he plotted and prepared, striking with all his might, he fell short, which made him more and more anxious as the fight went on.

  Zhang Hao, on the other hand, was exactly the opposite. This Void Escape Technique and Sword Thrust Technique, although he had practiced them thousands of times, never gave him the thrill of actual combat. Now that he had an opponent who was evenly matched with him, this rare opportunity made him feel even more exhilarated. The more he fought, the more thrilled he became. He felt as if he had returned to his previous life's gaming world. He still hadn't used Sword Thrust Technique because it was his trump card, which he must save for dealing with Xuanxiao Dao Ren.

  Golden whip shadows danced across the sky, Zhang Hao rode the Liao Long dragon, dodging and weaving everywhere, waiting for the perfect moment to strike a fatal blow.

  Willow's large sleeve was torn open, and the hairpin on his head had fallen off. At this moment, he could only wave the long whip in his hand to desperately block Zhang Hao's killing blow. This guy was like a cunning fox, always stopping at the right moment, never colliding with himself head-on. Seeing that his spiritual power was almost exhausted, he took advantage of the situation to launch a fatal attack, which made him extremely depressed.

  Feeling the spiritual energy within him was about to dry up, Liu Suifeng grabbed a few three-grade spirit stones and quickly absorbed the spiritual power.

  Zhang Haoli stood on the Liulong, sneering coldly: "What's wrong, are you tired of fighting? You really don't have any strength!" As he spoke, he shook his head and sighed, infuriating Liu Suifeng, San Shi Tiao, whose chest seemed to be burning with fierce flames, as if it was about to explode at any moment.

  Willow sways in the wind, shaking its long whip-like branches. On the golden, slender cords of the long whip, small hooks with reversed thorns appear one by one. With a casual stretch of the hand, the small hooks are precisely connected together, and the whip in hand transforms into a golden long spear. Holding the spear with both hands, it is held horizontally in front of the chest, while the back arches like an open bow.

  Zhang Hao sneered and said, "Let's change the game, I'll play with you now!" After finishing speaking, he jumped down from Lóng Dragon, grasped the hilt of his sword with a reverse grip, and emitted an aura of disdain. The Lóng Dragon in his hand seemed like a majestic mountain, heavy and thick.

  Willow swayed in the wind, only to see a virtual shadow suddenly rushing past, but it was Zhang Hao who had deployed the Traveling Dragon Body Method and was preparing for close combat.

  Zhang Hao rotated his spiritual energy, and the various key points of the True Martial Sword Manual flashed through his mind like lightning. "Light sword roaming dragon, invisible shadow, heavy sword like a mountain, splitting heaven and earth."

  The spiritual energy in his hand was frantically injected into the Lóng, and the virtual shadow of the Lóng at the front end of the sword almost condensed into a substance. A long, one-meter-long virtual shadow of the Lóng floated above Zhang Hao's head, with fine sword edges darting back and forth like swimming fish.

  Pierce the sky, stab the earth.

  Liu's momentum surged to its peak, and with a loud roar, a golden armor war god phantom appeared above his head, wearing a golden helmet with bull horns, holding a long spear in front of him, and his spiritual energy went crazy inside.

  Two powerful forces collided fiercely in the arena.

  With a deafening crash.

  Only the Prohibition of the Trial Sword Pavilion burst open with a loud noise, and the ground was in disarray.

  The golden hilt of the gun slammed fiercely onto the ground, and the green stone slabs on the ground shattered like a fragile thin porcelain plate. A golden electric spark shot out from the ground towards Zhang Hao's neck.

  Zhang Hao grasped the sword with both hands and danced fiercely, only to see the originally light and agile long sword dragging a red and white sword aura. The sword aura floated around the sword body, wrapping a majestic and powerful force that struck down from the air.

  Liu felt suffocated by the overwhelming pressure, as if the sky was about to collapse and the earth was about to shatter. He knew this was Zhang Hao's battle intent and consciousness at work.

  But he uncontrollably retreated backwards.

  Golden lightning bolts shot out from the ground, and Zhang Hao flashed through them like a swimming dragon.

  A sharp white light flashed within the Sword Testing Stage, causing the eyes of the onlookers to involuntarily narrow. A deafening boom resounded, and many of the forbidden areas within the stage were struck by a massive impact force, covered in cracks that resembled spider webs.

  The onlookers only felt a buzzing in their ears, and at this time the white mang had already disappeared from the sword-testing platform. The crowd looked around following the sound, and saw that a pit of about seven feet deep had appeared inside the sword-testing pavilion.

  Zhang Hao stood beside the large pit, fiddling with a golden long braid in his hand.

  The edge of the pit, willow in the wind, one hand on the trial sword platform, the whole body's skeleton was shattered into countless pieces, a green shirt with thousands of wounds and holes, tattered like a beggar. The handsome face had no blood color, only pale lips, with a crimson stain floating on them.

  Zhang Hao slowly walked up to him and said faintly: "You lost!"

  Liu smiled bleakly and said, "What if I lose? Hmph!"

  Zhang Hao really wanted to walk over and slap the guy, but at this moment, there were countless eyes watching outside. This kind of thing was okay to do in private, but as the future leader of the Red Dust Sword Sect, he had to maintain his image. Thinking of this, he smiled slightly and took a step forward, saying: "I'm not going to kill you on purpose, I'll leave it for later and torture you slowly!"

  At this moment, a large hand suddenly slammed onto the prohibition on the trial sword platform, and all that could be heard was a loud crackling sound. The surrounding prohibitions seemed to shatter like fragile glass, smashed by an iron hammer. A hunched figure flashed in front of Liu Suifeng at high speed.

  Zhang Hao's mind was shocked. This old thing had destroyed all the taboos in the Sword Pavilion with just a raise of his hand and a movement of his foot. Was he trying to show off to me?

  Just as he was thinking, a fragrant breeze came, and Mu Rong Xue, wearing a big red auspicious robe, suddenly appeared in front of Zhang Hao. Her right hand made a false move, pinching a spell, which seemed to be preventing the wandering Taoist from suddenly rising up and hurting people.

  The Taoist priest bent down to examine the injuries on Liu Suifeng's body, and saw that he was not in danger of losing his life. He turned around and said lightly: "Brother-in-law is indeed a master! I will definitely come to ask for advice in person another day!"

  Zhang Hao glanced around and found that the cultivators nearby did not seem to have heard the words of the mysterious Taoist, his heart filled with anger. This old thing is threatening me.

  Xuan Chuan Yindao said, "You little stinker, you and this old thing will fight sooner or later. Instead of plotting against each other, why not challenge him openly? Let him have no excuse to refuse, and take the opportunity to establish the prestige of the Red Dust Sword Sect!"

  Zhang Hao's slightly calmed down the turbulent spiritual energy inside his body, glanced around and finally fixed his gaze on the mysterious Daoist. With a loud and clear voice, he declared...

  "On September 9th, Gui Wangyuan will engage in a life-or-death battle! Will you, Piaoyu Daoist, dare to accept the challenge?"

  As soon as Zhang Hao finished speaking, the crowd suddenly burst into a heated discussion, with many cultivators not understanding why Zhang Hao would suddenly challenge his own witness, Piaoyu Daoist. Meanwhile, many cultivators who understood the underlying situation remained silent and quietly observed the changes.

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