I am a prince in Zhutian Films

Chapter 337 Demon Sword - Ming Dynasty Suzaku
Yan Zhantian has already drawn his sword.

But Luo Qingyang just lightly touched the hilt of the sword with his fingers, without any intention of drawing the sword. He just swung it lightly and blocked Yan Zhantian's first sword.

Yan Zhantian roared and swung his sword hard, sending Luo Qingyang and his sword flying backwards.

Yan Zhantian raised his sword and suddenly there was a sound of thunder in the world.

"This is what Yan Zhantian looks like when he is furious. I haven't seen this for a long time." Xie Xuan's eyes lit up, revealing a rare excitement: "You guys better watch carefully, his sword slash is more shocking than thunder."

"Draw out the sword!"

Yan Zhantian shouted angrily, swung the Pojun sword and smashed it down fiercely.

The second move of the Furious Sword Style is a furious slash with the sword.

"Good sword."

Luo Qingyang spoke lightly, then slowly raised his sword and blocked the sword again.

This time, the Jiuge Sword was still not unsheathed.

Luo Qingyang and his sword were within a ten-zhang radius, smoke and dust were rising, and the entire ground was almost lifted up three feet, but Luo Qingyang was still standing leisurely in that small space, with a calm and relaxed look.

"Back."

Yan Zhantian uttered a word lightly, and thunder in the sky sounded.

This is his last sword, a sword that will either kill you or me.

Luo Qingyang sighed softly, flicked his fingers, a silver light flashed, and the Jiuge Sword was finally unsheathed.

The furious sword intent of Yan Zhantian was surging, like a net covering Luo Qingyang from all sides, but Luo Qingyang's sword was indifferent and light, like a needle, and broke the net with one sword.

Po Jun returns to the sheath.

Jiuge returns to the sheath.

Some of the imperial guards rubbed their eyes. They had clearly watched very carefully, but everything happened in an instant, and it was as if they had seen nothing and the fight between the two men was already over.

Yan Zhantian and Luo Qingyang stood opposite each other.

Suddenly heavy rain came down.

In the teahouse, Lei Wujie sighed in amazement: "What a wonderful duel."

Xu Lingxuan didn't know much about swordsmanship, so she was immersed in the shock of the last sword strike. She said softly, "The last sword strike was really shocking, but... who won?"

"I have fought in battles over three thousand miles, and my sword has been as powerful as a million men." Xie Xuan at the next table smiled, raised the teacup in his hand and drank it all, then said with a smile: "Xu girl, judging this sword by winning or losing is too vulgar."

"It's vulgar, but there must be a result." Mu Chunfeng said.

"Yan Zhantian was defeated, but..." Xiao Se paused and said faintly: "I am a little curious about how much effort Luo Qingyang made."

Hearing this, Li Fansong immediately turned and looked at Xie Xuan.

Xie Xuan shook his head: "He couldn't even tell that he was in the Mysterious Divine Realm, so I couldn't tell either. I could only tell that Luo Qingyang didn't use his full strength, and he didn't even need to draw his sword for the last strike."

Downstairs, Yan Zhantian turned and left, and Luo Qingyang inserted the sheathed Jiuge Sword into the ground.

His journey to learn sword skills has not yet ended, and he is still waiting for the next swordsman to come.

Xiao Chong walked downstairs and put a cloak on Yan Zhantian: "Master, thank you for your hard work."

Under the cloak, Yan Zhantian's hand holding the Pojun Sword trembled uncontrollably, and he said in a deep voice: "You are not as skilled as others, Chong'er, and I have made you lose prestige."

Now that Xiao Chong is the crown prince, Yan Zhantian, the strongest man under his command, used the most powerful sword he had ever used in his life, but still failed to defeat Luo Qingyang, who had slapped the royal family in the face. This was undoubtedly a blow to Xiao Chong's prestige.

Xiao Chong shook his head and smiled: "It's okay, as long as Master is fine, Luo Qingyang alone can't affect me."

On the other side of the teahouse.

Xiao Yu smiled and said, "It seems that my adoptive father is really powerful. I don't know if my sixth brother can beat him. If he really enters the palace and takes my mother away safely, the Xiao royal family will lose all face."

In fact, Xiao Se had no intention of taking action, but Lei Wujie suddenly stood up.

Then, Xiao Se slapped him down with one palm.

"sit down!"

"What are you doing?" Lei Wujie said helplessly, "My two sword masters are not here. I will ask Luo Qingyang to inquire about their swords on their behalf."

Xiao Se shook his head: "It's not the time for you to show off your strength yet, and your heart sword cannot be destroyed. To be on the safe side, let's wait and see."

There was a lot of noise under the teahouse.

Many of the swordsmen watching were eager to try, but none of them had the courage to take that step.

Wushuang looked up at the sky and stretched out his hand to block the heavy rain as big as soybeans: "This rain is too heavy."

Chu Xinghe nodded: "Yeah, it's a bit big indeed."

Yue Kang smiled and said, "We have to stop immediately, or we will be soaked like a drowned chicken."

Wushuang placed his hand on the sword case that was still vibrating and grinned, "Are you going to go first, or should I?"

However, before the two of them could speak, Wushuang leaped up and appeared in front of Luo Qingyang with the Wushuang sword box in hand.

The sword box has not been opened, but the sword intent has already arisen.

The rainstorm stopped suddenly.

Wushuang clasped his fists and said, "Wushuang City, Wushuang, I'm here to ask about the senior's sword as well."

Previously, Wushuang and Chu Xinghe had a fight outside Tianqi City, and now the news has spread to the martial arts world.

But most people have not seen it. They only know that Wushuang City has a young and promising new city lord, but they did not expect that this city lord is so young.

Wushuang grinned and slammed the Wushuang sword box heavily to the ground, seeming to enjoy the feeling of being the center of attention.

After a long while, he turned to look at Xiao Chong and said with a smile: "Your Highness, if I can't win later, don't blame me for losing face. After all, the Lone Sword Immortal is still very strong."

Xiao Chong was stunned at first, then he laughed out loud: "Lone Sword Immortal is a senior master who has been famous for a long time. It is normal that we juniors cannot beat him. Thank you for your hard work."

"It's really tiring to fight with the Lone Sword Immortal. Your Highness, please treat me and my friends to a good meal when the time comes." Wushuang said with a smile.

"friend?"

"Chu Xinghe, he is my friend."

"Okay." Xiao Chong smiled: "But, you just want to have a good meal?"

"I heard that there is a music hall in Tianqi City and the girls there are very beautiful. Your Highness, would you like to take us there for dinner and to listen to music?" Wushuang smiled innocently.

Xiao Chong was stunned: "It's the Music Bureau, right? Okay, I'll let Aunt Hu play music for you personally then."

"Aunt Hu? Why does she sound... not very attractive?" Wushuang sighed.

Lei Wujie leaned over to the window and waved at Wushuang: "Brother Wushuang."

Wushuang looked up: "Hey, Brother Lei!"

"Fight this battle well, bro, I support you!" Lei Wujie patted the windowsill excitedly.

Seeing this, Xie Xuan looked strange: "Are the relations between Wushuang City and Xueyue City so good now?"

Xiao Se and Sikong Qianluo looked at each other and shrugged.

Lei Wujie and Wushuang don’t care about Wushuang City and Xueyue City, they just admire each other.

A mutual admiration between young men.

"Don't worry, I will do my best." Wushuang Chonglei Wujie below nodded, then turned around and stretched out a hand to Luo Qingyang: "Senior, please teach me!"

If it were someone else, seeing the young man who came to challenge him talking to others from beginning to end and ignoring him, he would probably be furious at this time, but Wushuang was facing Luo Qingyang. Luo Qingyang was a person with a good temper, at least on the surface. His inner emotions were never easily revealed on the surface, so Luo Qingyang nodded: "It is a great honor for Luo to see Wushuang Sword Box."

"Right, Lone Sword Immortal, you also recognize the Wushuang Sword Box? I heard from my master that no one in Wushuang City has been able to open it for many years. So some people say that I am a natural sword embryo, and some people say that I am the reincarnation of the first city lord. But after all,..." Wushuang did not open the sword box, but he started talking.

Luo Qingyang waved his hand to stop him and uttered four words lightly.

"Discuss the Dao with the sword."

"Okay." Wushuang kicked, and the Wushuang sword box opened instantly. He waved his hand, and twelve flying swords fell in front of him.

He raised his hands and the flying sword began to spin around him. The magic of his sword-controlling skills was amazing, and all the swordsmen watching around him widened their eyes.

"Good fellow, he came up with twelve swords at once. He looked down on me at the beginning." Chu Xinghe said angrily.

Yue Kang smiled: "After all, he is now facing the Wandering Sword Immortal, so he naturally has to use his full strength."

Luo Qingyang's eyes were full of admiration: "Twelve flying swords, Wushuang City has been in decline for a hundred years, and finally a sword immortal has emerged. In the future, if the younger generation of the world wants to dominate the swordsmanship, you will be the peak they must climb."

"Senior, thank you for your praise, please!" Wushuang clasped his fists and then waved them vigorously.

Luo Qingyang waved his long sleeves and the Jiuge Sword came out of its sheath.

Since his appearance, he has always been tepid, with a sense of indifference and ethereality.

But at this moment, seeing Wushuang using the twelve flying swords, Luo Qingyang finally showed excitement.

"What a sword!"

Facing the twelve flying swords, Luo Qingyang's swordsmanship was no longer a simple one-sword-one-back approach. His swordsmanship became complicated and diverse, especially his footsteps, which were so fast and scattered that they gave people a strange feeling.

His sword moves constantly, surging at first, then becoming ethereal and elegant, and then soft and affectionate...

"Is this... a sword dance?" Lei Wujie understood something about it, but he was not sure.

"It's sword dance." Xiao Se said affirmatively.

"What kind of sword dance is this?" Lei Wujie asked.

Xiao Se shook his head: "I haven't seen it."

As soon as these words were spoken, Li Fansong immediately looked at Xie Xuan, and the others also turned their heads to look over there.

Xie Xuan shook his head helplessly: "Two gods are fighting below, and I am a storyteller above? Well, I know that Luo Qingyang's sword dance is an eleven-style sword dance he created himself. It takes more than half an hour to perform it from beginning to end.

The full name of this sword dance is Jiuge, which has the same name as his sword.

The first nine moves of the eleven sword dances have the same names as gods in ancient mythology, namely Donghuang Taiyi, Yunzhongjun, Xiangjun, Xiangfuren, Dasimi, Shaosimi, Dongjun, Hebo, and Shan Gui. Now we should be dancing to Xiangjun.

The last two moves are the National Sorrow and the Ritual Soul, which are both desolate and majestic, and can be described as peerless. Therefore, the Nine Songs Sword Dance has another name, the National Sorrow and Ritual Soul Dance. "

"Sir, you are very knowledgeable." Mu Chunfeng said with emotion.

Others followed suit and clasped their fists, praising him: "Sir, you are very knowledgeable."

Below, Wushuang's flying sword was hit back and flew out again. The twelve flying swords formed a powerful offensive, but they were beaten back again and again by Luo Qingyang's relaxed sword dance, and Luo Qingyang was getting closer and closer to him.

"It has jumped to the fifth level, Da Siming." Xie Xuan suddenly spoke.

"Well, is there any problem?" Lei Wujie turned his head.

"From this move on, all swords are killing swords." Xie Xuan said slowly, his hand slowly placing on the hilt of the Wanjuanshu sword.

In the crowd, Chu Xinghe watched the two fighting and said sullenly, "Wushuang can't win."

"Isn't this normal? Luo Qingyang is in the realm of mystery after all, and we can't scam him." Yue Kang said calmly.

Chu Xinghe nodded and said coldly: "Luo Qingyang is preparing to kill someone."

"If he really dares to do it, we don't need to talk to him about the code of conduct. Let's go together and kill him."

In the arena, Luo Qingyang danced with a sword while slowly saying: "The flying sword technique is indeed a wonderful sword technique, but for a swordsman, using blood to nourish the sword is not the right way after all. If you don't have a real sword in your hand, you will still lack some skills."

"Senior Chu once told me that the highest realm of flying swordsmanship is to have no sword in your hand but a sword in your heart, and to turn your body into a sword to open the gate of heaven." Wushuang shook his head and smiled reluctantly: "Besides, I also have a sword in my hand."

Luo Qingyang frowned slightly: "What about the sword in your hand?"

"go with!"

Wushuang waved his long sleeves, and twelve flying swords poured down, blocking Luo Qingyang's way.

Luo Qingyang's sword dance paused for a moment.

At this time, Wushuang kicked the thirteenth flying sword out of the Wushuang sword box.

It was a long sword that was completely fiery red, with a phoenix rising from the ashes carved on the sword head.

The Vermillion Bird of the Ming Dynasty!

As soon as the sword was unsheathed, a loud cry could be heard faintly around.

Wushuang grasped the Ming Dynasty Suzaku with his right hand, then stretched out his left hand and fiercely wiped the sword blade. Immediately, blood flowed out and stained the sword.

"What is Wushuang doing?" Lei Wujie asked in surprise.

"The Great Ming Vermillion Bird and the twelve flying swords were all made by the Ghost Sword Master. They need to be fed with blood, and the swords have spiritualities. However, they are different from the heart swords in your Sword Heart Tomb. The sword hearts of these swords are evil and strange, and the murderous aura is extremely heavy, so the Great Ming Vermillion Bird has another name." Xie Xuan said in a deep voice.

Xiao Se took a step forward and continued, "Demon Sword!"

Below, at the moment he grasped the Ming Dynasty Suzaku, Wushuang's eyes instantly turned fiery red. He felt as if his mind was instantly pulled away, as if floating into the void.

Among the thirteen swords in the sword box, Wushuang has always known that the Daming Suzaku is the easiest sword to pick up. But when picking up the Daming Suzaku, whether the person controls the sword or the sword controls the person depends on the mind of the person holding the sword.

"Dongjun."

Luo Qingyang slashed the twelve flying swords with one sword and attacked Wushuang.

Wushuang sneered, waved his long sleeves, and twelve flying swords leaped up. Holding the Ming Suzaku, he stabbed at Luo Qingyang with both the man and the sword.

Luo Qingyang sighed softly. There was no doubt that Wushuang was stronger at this moment than before, but a swordsman controlled by a sword, even if his power increased greatly for a while, would eventually be powerless and was not worth worrying about.

"Let's end it." Luo Qingyang shouted softly and swung out a sword.

This sword is very beautiful and warm, like the warm sunshine in spring.

This is Dongjun, the noble, graceful, majestic and heroic god of spring.

At this moment, the fiery red in Wushuang's eyes instantly faded away, and the sneer on the corner of his mouth turned into the smile of a fox who had succeeded in stealing a chicken.

Twelve flying swords whizzed past Luo Qingyang, but the Daming Suzaku Sword and the Jiuge Sword collided with each other like Mars hitting the Earth.

Afterwards, the two men passed each other, and Luo Qingyang's left sleeve slipped off, and blood slowly flowed down his arm, which was particularly eye-catching.

The whole audience was shocked.

Lei Wujie even exclaimed: "Wushuang actually hurt Luo Qingyang?!"

Wushuang looked up and smiled, then stretched out his hand and hooked twelve flying swords hovered in front of him.

He raised the Ming Vermillion Bird and swept it across the twelve flying swords, making a crisp sound.

"How could I, Wushuang, be controlled by a sword?" Wushuang looked at Luo Qingyang with a stern expression: "Mr. Luo, you underestimate me too much."

At this time, Luo Qingyang had no idea that he had just been deceived by Wushuang.

He looked down at the wound on his arm and shook his head: "In the face of absolute strength, conspiracy and trickery are ultimately useless."

Wushuang grinned: "Sir, what do you think of my sword?"

Luo Qingyang nodded: "Good sword, peerless, you are very good, worthy of my sword."

(End of this chapter)