Chapter 2: Swordsmanship

  Ling Jing's sword was launched, the angle of the sword was strange, it was a straight stab at Ning Zhong's small abdomen, suddenly changing to a curved sword that swiftly swept his lower back. The change was so fast, it could be called treacherous, and this sword fully captured the essence of "fast", truly both swift and ruthless.

  Yue Lingshan exclaimed on the side: "Mother, be careful!"

  Liang Fa and the others were all greatly shocked in their hearts, because this sword was really too sharp, if they had exchanged places, they would have thought that with their current martial arts skills, they would have died under this sword.

  Yue Buqun's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, and Ning Zhong was also taken aback. She hadn't expected that this young disciple's first sword move would be so sharp and fierce. If only considering the subtlety of this one move, many top masters in Jianghu might have to admit defeat.

  However, she was not surprised and suddenly curved her arm to wield the sword back.

  "Clang!"

  Ning Zhong was also a master of the Xuanjian technique, who had been practicing on Mount Hua for many years. His internal power had already reached the second rank, and his swordsmanship was swift and unmatched. When Ling Jing's long sword was still four or five inches away from her back waist, Ning Zhong's sword had already counterattacked, releasing a powerful burst of internal energy that broke through Ling Jing's sword move in an instant.

  Ling Jing's long sword was knocked back several feet, and the force transmitted through the sword made him involuntarily take a step back. He knew that although his internal strength had already advanced to third-grade, in terms of internal skill and mastery, he was still far inferior to Ning Zhong.

  At this moment, he suddenly had an idea in his mind. He knew that if they were to clash head-on, he might not even be able to display his sword moves properly, and the situation would be similar to when he was dealing with Fei Bin a few days ago. However, in terms of internal energy, these top-notch experts were generally higher than himself, and Ning Zhong was already an exceptional expert among them. He needed to maximize his advantage in swordsmanship in order to hold on for a little while longer.

  However, at this time, Ning Zhong heard saying: "Jing Er, Shifu's wife is about to make a move, be careful."

  Ning Zhong's words had just fallen when, suddenly, three swift sword strikes flashed out in rapid succession. In order to break through Ling Jing's quick sword, these three moves were also executed with speed, so fast that they made one's eyes dazzle and spin.

  Ling Jing's face revealed a wry smile, but he didn't expect the master to be so impatient. However, seeing Ning Zhongyan's swift and fierce three swords, he dared not underestimate him, and quickly used his three fast sword moves to block them.

  But in the blink of an eye, the two were again entwined in over twenty moves, Ning Zhong's long sword stabbing out repeatedly as he praised, "Jing Er's swordsmanship is truly not like before, but next you must be careful."

  A crowd of disciples on the side could only watch with their eyes dazed and their minds bewildered. Ning Zhong, at this time, had not yet used his own signature sword technique, but was using a swift sword style that he had improvised, with sword moves that were fierce and swift, which ordinary people would be unable to withstand.

  But Ling Jing, this young junior brother, surprised them even more. At this time, Ling Jing had already exchanged over twenty moves with Ning Zhong, although most of the moves were defensive, but being able to hold out for so long under his master's wife's hands, they had already admired him.

  Everyone thought to themselves: If it were me instead, I'm afraid I would have been finished off by the master's wife in just two or three moves.

  The crowd of disciples suddenly looked at each other in surprise and wonder, how could the little junior brother's martial arts improve so greatly all of a sudden?

  Lin Pingzhi clenched his fists at the side, feeling extremely complicated in his heart, thinking that Ling Jing looked several years younger than himself, but how could his martial arts be so exceptional?

  Compared with them, have I lived these twenty years of life in vain?

  He was originally a proud and arrogant person, born into a wealthy family, spoiled since childhood, and thought that his father was the best in the world, and his own martial arts must be exceptional.

  But never thought, Lin's family was first destroyed by a Qingcheng Sect, parents were captured and died, until he himself couldn't even defeat a second-generation disciple of the Qingcheng Sect.

  Now, another young disciple of the Huashan School has such a high level of martial arts. If I were to go up and fight him, with this little brother's quick sword, could I really withstand one or two moves?

  He was both anxious and perplexed in his heart, secretly resentful of why his own martial arts were so lowly, his parents were captured, he was completely powerless, and finally he didn't even see his parents' last face before they died.

  Suddenly a towering resentment rose in his heart, and he thought to himself: "No way, I must practice the ultimate martial arts, how can I not avenge my parents' deep hatred?"

  He focused his gaze on Ling Jing, and saw that his sword was like a shooting star, his body like a flying swallow. Even at this moment when he faced the attack of Shifu's wife, his movements were not disordered in the slightest. Every move and every style came naturally to him, so even Shifu's wife, who was an exceptional master, couldn't gain the upper hand for the time being.

  Lin Ping secretly clenched his fist, thinking that if this junior brother of Huashan Sect had always been around, with his talent, he feared that he would never get the attention of his master and mistress, then when could he learn the unparalleled martial arts of Huashan Sect.

  At this moment, he looked at Yue Lingxuan with a gloomy gaze, her face filled with joy, her beautiful eyes never leaving Ling Jing's figure for an instant, and a cold smile curled up at the corner of his mouth.

  Ning Zhong's long sword was wielded with great enthusiasm, and suddenly a clear whistle sounded. The sword blade flickered and danced around Ling Jing's body, making swift stabs. Silver light flashed, and everyone watching had their eyes blurred. Suddenly, she thrust out one sword, directly stabbing at Ling Jing's heart, truly as fast as lightning and as powerful as a thunderbolt.

  Ling Jing's mind and spirit were greatly shaken, and Ning Zhongze's sword momentum was simply unmatched. Far surpassing any previous sword, without thinking, he suddenly changed his move, and the ultimate move of "Bai Bian Qian Huan Heng Shan Yun Wu Shi San Shi" was casually made, the long sword changing and unpredictable, like a hidden dragon, between reality and illusion, suddenly stabbing towards Ning Zhongze.

  Seeing this move, it was actually a situation where both sides would be injured, Yue Lingxuan exclaimed: "Mother! Ling Jing!"

  Ning Zhong then thrust his right hand forward, the long sword protecting his hand had already collided with Ling Jing's chest, and it seemed that this sword was going to pierce through him, all the way to the hilt.

  Just then, the sound of clanging and ringing was incessant, and pieces of broken swords fell to Ling Jing's feet. Ling Jing knew Ning Zhongze's plan, and with a sudden twist of his long sword, it had already swept past Ning Zhongze's temples.

  Ning Zhong chuckled and withdrew her hand, only to see that the long sword in her hand had been reduced to just a hilt. She laughed and said: "Jing Er, your last move seems to resemble the martial arts of Mount Heng Sect."

  Everyone heard Ning Zhongze's laughter, and their hearts were slightly settled. Just now, one sword, they really thought that Ling Jing would fight with the master to a two-loss situation, but unexpectedly, the master used his inner strength to condense on the sword body, and the internal force was hidden without being released, but it could make this sword reach its peak speed.

  Just as it was about to touch Ling Jing's body, he immediately withdrew this thick internal force and converted the linear energy into horizontal energy. Under the severe shock, the long sword was suddenly broken inch by inch. The clever use of internal force in this process had indeed reached a state of perfection.

  Ling Jing was also secretly impressed, knowing that with his current internal strength and cultivation, he was still far from achieving this level. Then, hearing Ning Zhongze mention the last sword move, he said: "I once had the good fortune to see Master Mo in Hengshan City, and Master Mo, on a whim, taught me a few moves of the Hengshan Sword Technique. Just now, when I saw Shifu's last sword move was unavoidable, without thinking, I used the sword technique that Master Mo taught."

  Yue Buqun had just seen Ling Jing suddenly use the Mount Hua sword technique, and was originally furious in his heart, thinking that one of his own disciples had secretly learned the Mount Hua school's martial arts.

  He has always been self-disciplined and would not tolerate such behavior under his roof. He immediately wanted to scold him, and after that, he also wanted to abolish Ling Jing's martial arts skills and personally take him to the Hengshan Sect to apologize.

  At this time, he suddenly heard that Ling Jing's swordsmanship was actually taught by Mr. Mo Da. He paused for a moment, knowing that Mr. Mo Da had always been reclusive and eccentric, and it was possible that he didn't care about the rules of the school at all. If it was said that he taught Ling Jing's swordsmanship, then there might be some possibility to it.

  But at this moment, he was still very displeased in his heart, thinking to himself: "A disciple of the Huashan School, neglecting our school's superior swordsmanship and instead learning another school's sword moves, truly infuriating."

  Yue Buqun frowned and rebuked, "Jing'er, is this sword technique truly taught by Mr. Mo Da?"

  Ling Jing had learned the "Hundred Changes and Thousand Fantasms of Mount Heng's Clouds and Mists Thirteen Forms" when he knew that today would come, and his heart was not flustered. He calmly said: "Disciple, this Mount Heng swordsmanship is indeed what Master Mo has passed down. If Master doesn't believe it, you can send a letter to ask Master Mo."

  Yue Buqun snorted coldly and knew in his heart that this little disciple wouldn't dare to lie about this matter, but he was still displeased.

  P.S: There is another update tonight.