The First Sword of the Universe

Chapter 79: The sword is hard to sheath, Cheng Buyou pretends to be dead

In the courtyard of Huashan Zhengqi Hall, two sword lights were fighting fiercely.

Cheng Buyou's steps were staggered, his figure was suddenly in front, then behind, looking to the left and then to the right, he swung a long sword that emitted lightning-like sword lights, stabbing at the tall young man in the center from all directions.

As fast as the wind, as powerful as lightning, with all kinds of subtle changes!
Xu Xingchen used the Huashan sword technique to bring out the white clouds coming out of the mountains, the ancient cypress trees, the endless fallen leaves, and the pine trees welcoming the guests.
The Huashan School's most basic thirteen-style sword technique, in his hands, has both the bizarre and dangerous artistic conception of the Huashan sword technique and the stability and orderliness of the conventional sword technique. The sword moves are a combination of the bizarre and the normal. Seemingly ordinary, they exert unexpected power.

No matter from which direction Cheng Buyou's fast sword attacked, it was blocked by the sword light, and it couldn't even get within three feet around Xu Xingchen.

After more than a dozen rounds, Cheng Buyou returned empty-handed, his face becoming increasingly ugly, and he cursed in his heart: "It's clearly just the simplest Huashan Thirteen Styles, why is it so strange and powerful in this kid's hands?"

In his anxiety, Cheng Buyou shouted loudly and ran faster and faster. The long sword in his hand swung faster and faster, and the energy carried by the sword became more and more fierce and fierce.

On the other hand, Xu Xingchen in the center of the venue had a calm expression and his sword was still in place. No matter how Cheng Buyu's swordsmanship changed, or how many waves of attacks he launched, each higher than the last, he was still unable to get beyond the three-foot range and approach his body.

The Huashan disciples nearby were watching with great interest, their eyes shining, and they felt that watching their junior brother dance with swords was truly a pleasing thing.

Yue Buqun and Ning Zhongze also nodded continuously as they watched, and were actually quite surprised in their hearts that the young disciple's practice of the Thirteen Huashan Styles seemed to have surpassed the realm of perfection and reached another incredible height.

The other four people, Lu Bai with the Crane Hand, Feng Buping, Cong Buqi, and the Taoist from Taishan Sect, all watched intently, and their faces changed color unconsciously.

Although the martial arts of these four people are strong or weak, high or low, they are all first-class masters who have been tested in the martial arts world for a long time and their vision is naturally not bad.

They all knew the Thirteen Basic Forms of Huashan, and it was precisely because of this that they were even more astonished.

In their consistent understanding, basic swordsmanship is basic swordsmanship, and the higher-level swordsmanship must surpass the basic swordsmanship in terms of power and changes.

Two brothers who have practiced for similar years, one uses basic swordsmanship and the other uses advanced swordsmanship. The winner must be the one who has learned the advanced swordsmanship.

Like the two people competing in the arena, if Cheng Buyou used the Huashan Thirteen Styles and the young man used superior swordsmanship, in the end, Cheng Buyou won because of his deeper skills and richer combat experience, and not because of his swordsmanship!

But the situation on the scene was completely reversed. Cheng Buyou, who used superior swordsmanship, displayed all kinds of sword moves and styles at will, as fast as possible and as fiercely as possible.

As for the young man, he only used the basic Huashan sword technique in a standard manner. His movements were neither slow nor fast, but they were like a solid dam, blocking all attacks and preventing Cheng Buyou's sword light from getting beyond the line.

After watching for a long time, several people slowly discovered that the young man's swordsmanship was truly superb. Every move and every style was neither better nor worse; the speed was neither too fast nor too slow, just right; the timing, angle, and timing of the display were even more perfect and breathtaking.

The boy's swordsmanship may seem ordinary, but in fact it has reached a level they can't imagine.

"Grandmaster's bearing."

“Back to basics.”

These two words suddenly jumped into the minds of the four people and Yue Buqun and his wife, and could never be erased.

They were so engrossed in watching the fight that for a moment they even forgot how long the two men had been fighting.

Until Xu Xingchen looked at his master Yue Buqun with difficulty, and said shyly: "Master, Uncle Cheng has already attacked for hundreds of moves. I see that he looks not right. If we continue to fight, I am afraid he may faint. I wonder if this competition should stop here?"

Only then did they come to their senses and look at Cheng Buyou again.

Although Cheng Buyou moved very fast, the people could still see his facial expression clearly. His face was flushed red, and it seemed that white steam was about to come out of it. His eyes were bloodshot, and the shame, anger and rage in them were about to overflow.
The battle on the field is still evenly matched!
Although Feng Buping's face looked ugly, he couldn't stop him out loud. Otherwise, wouldn't he be admitting that his elder Cheng Buyou had lost the battle?
Cheng Buyou couldn't bring himself to say this, otherwise, wouldn't that mean he was admitting that all his decades of hard training had been in vain? !
Yue Buqun glanced at a few people. How could he not know the difficulties and feelings in their hearts?

At this moment, seeing that his little apprentice made him proud and relieved his anger, it was like drinking a cup of good herbal tea in the hot summer. He felt so comfortable in his heart!
While feeling happy, he was also thinking: "Although these guys are looking for trouble with me, it's not good to tear each other apart just like that."

"Today, you couldn't even beat my youngest disciple. I guess you don't have the face to talk about changing the leader anymore."

Thinking of this, Yue Buqun nodded and said nonchalantly: "Well, your uncle Cheng is old and his physical strength is seriously exhausted. After all, he can't compare with you young people. Let's stop here and save some face for your uncle Cheng!"

These words may seem polite, but everyone can hear the hidden meaning behind them.

The Huashan disciples wanted to laugh but didn't dare to. After all, there were so many elders present and it would be impolite to do so!

Feng Buping, Lu Bai and others could not speak. No matter what they said at this moment, it would irritate Cheng Buyou's emotions.

Cheng Buyou pretended to be stupid and kept silent, ignoring everything he said.

Only Xu Xingchen said "with an apologetic look on his face": "Uncle Cheng, since the master said we can stop, let's stop now!" After saying this, the sword light guarding around him pushed outwards, intending to force Cheng Buyou away and end the battle.

As a result, Cheng Buyou's reaction exceeded the expectations of everyone present.

"Ah~~~!"

With a scream, Cheng Buyou seemed to have suffered an invisible heavy blow, and the sword light in his hand was surging and flowing, and his army was instantly defeated.

Then, he flew backwards, his body still in the air, his eyes rolled back, and he had "fainted".

"Junior Brother Cheng?!"

"Senior Brother Cheng?!"

Feng Buping and others exclaimed and quickly reached out to catch Cheng Buyu who was flying towards them. Seeing that Cheng Buyu was uninjured, holding the sword tightly, and his eyes moving around, they immediately understood what was going on.

".Senior Brother Cheng, you are trying to hide your sword and pretend to faint to escape."

Yue Buqun and his wife and Xu Xingchen also saw the situation clearly, so they were not worried.

Lu Bai and Feng Buping looked at each other and could see the helplessness in each other's eyes.

The competition just now was proposed by Cheng Buyou, and during the competition, the disciple was always on the defensive and never took the initiative to attack.
No matter the cause or consequence of this incident, they could not find any fault with it. How should they proceed?
Feng Buping stared at the respectful young man in the field with sharp eyes, as if he wanted to remember the boy's appearance in his heart, and said in a bad tone: "Good! Very good, it is true that heroes emerge from young people."

He then turned his gaze to the silent and smiling Yue Buqun and said coldly: "Brother Yue, you are so lucky to have recruited such a martial arts genius!"

Yue Buqun smiled with some satisfaction, and responded leisurely: "This is the good fortune of Huashan, and the blessing of our ancestors!"

Feng Buping snorted coldly with a gloomy face and didn't want to talk anymore.

Crane Hand Lu Bai also looked at Xu Xingchen carefully, and a smile of approval appeared on his face: "Not bad! Not bad! Huashan sent out a genius like you, it is really the blessing of your ancestors. However, the world is treacherous and treacherous, you Huashan Sect must protect this genius, and don't let those people from the Demon Sect secretly harm him!"

With his elders around, Xu Xingchen didn't dare to respond to the conversation. He just secretly made a note of Lu Bai, the Crane Hand, in his heart.

Let’s leave everything to be settled slowly in the future!

Yue Buqun said calmly: "Thank you, Senior Brother Lu, for reminding me. I will keep this in mind!"

Lu Bai looked back at Cheng Buyou who was still "pretending to be dead" and frowned, saying, "Now, Junior Brother Cheng is ill, so we can't stay on the mountain for long, so we say goodbye now."

Having said this, he turned to look at Yue Buqun and his wife, narrowed his eyes, and said in a cold tone: "It's just that Senior Brother Yue is unwilling to obey the orders of Alliance Leader Zuo. I will inform Alliance Leader Zuo in detail!"

Ning Zhongze said unhappily, "This matter should not be handled by Alliance Leader Zuo. Senior Brother Lu, even if you go back and tell Alliance Leader Zuo about this, Senior Brother Yue will still be the head of our Huashan Sect!"

"As for Senior Brother Feng and the other two, if they are willing to return to Huashan Sect, my husband and I would welcome them very much, but don't even think about becoming the Sect Leader!"

Feng Buping stared at Ning Zhongze, and a hint of uncontrollable hostility flashed across his yellow face.

The four men carried Cheng Buyou's body out of the mountain gate and went down the mountain.

Halfway through the journey, Cheng Buyou quietly "woke up", got down quietly, and followed the four people.

It was not until the foot of the mountain that Lu Bai spoke up to break the dull atmosphere: "This trip to Huashan has been full of twists and turns. Both Senior Brother Lu and Senior Brother Cheng were defeated by that kid named Xu Xingchen."

"That boy is so young, but his sword skills are so sophisticated and pure. It's as if there is an old monster living in his body. It's unbelievable."

At this time, Cheng Buyou, who had remained silent, added: "That boy's internal strength is also not weak!"

Feng Buping snorted coldly: "This matter will never end like this!"

Lu Bai comforted them, "Don't worry, Senior Brother Zuo will take care of the situation for you. One day, Yue Buqun will be forced to give up his position as the head of the sect."

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