A player on Mount Hua starts by obtaining the Prism color entry.

Ding Mian flew into a rage, taking a step forward, his broadsword gleaming coldly: "What do you mean! Are you disobeying Alliance Leader Zuo's orders? Are you even a disciple of the Five Mountains Sword Sect?! Is this how Yue Buqun taught you?!"

To deal with evil people, you have to be even more evil than them. Even if you can't beat Zuo Lengchan, you can still be evenly matched with him.

Lu Ming pointed his longsword directly at his opponent, assuming the starting stance of the Huashan Swordplay: "Don't put on airs in front of me. In the martial world, strength is paramount. I'm giving you face by calling you 'Senior Uncle,' but if I didn't, I'd send you to your grave right now!"

Ding Mian's face turned as red as a pig's liver. He shouted "Good!" three times in a row and turned his head to say, "Junior Brother Zhong, go ahead. Since Yue Buqun doesn't know how to discipline his disciples, we, as elders, should naturally do our part to discipline them."

Defeating Cheng Buyou and killing Cong Buqi brought many new attributes, including those that improved one's understanding of Taoist magic and those that improved one's sword control ability.

What's most baffling is the term "bedroom arts." It seems these two frequented brothels for pleasure, otherwise, why would there be such a term in the manual transmission category?

Zhong Zhen stepped forward, his footwork mysterious, his longsword thrusting repeatedly, displaying the profound and enduring Zhongyue Sword Technique. Unlike the light and graceful movements, the broadsword in his hand pressed down like a mountain, leaving no room for evasion.

He had killed many disciples of the Demonic Sect and plotted against many elders of the Sword Sect, and his actions were extremely domineering.

To be able to serve as one of the Thirteen Protectors, his strength is not undeserved; otherwise, other sects would not be so wary of him.

Unfortunately, he was facing Lu Ming, who had already learned all the sword techniques of the Five Mountains Sword Sect in the secret cave of the Cliff of Contemplation, and also had additional counter-attack techniques.

The seemingly imposing mountains were nothing more than an empty shell riddled with loopholes in front of Lu Ming, who had at least thirty ways to break through them.

He raised his longsword, moving it swiftly left and right, gathering his strength to its peak before the broadsword slashed down. Suddenly, he thrust forward, breaking through the feints and real sword strikes; his inner energy surged, and the sword moved as he pleased.

puff!

The longsword pierced his chest, and the second move was executed with force. Zhong Zhen was frozen in place, his eyes wide open, as if he wanted to know why he had been killed in one move!

Ding Minjun covered her red lips tightly, her eyes filled with shock. The Emei Sect rarely interacted with the Five Mountains Sword Sects, but they had heard of the Thirteen Protectors of the Songshan Sect, whose members were all similar to their senior sister.

If it weren't for Abbess Miejue's superior strength, the indestructible power of the Heaven-Slaying Sword, and her ability to fight beyond her level, Zuo Lengchan would probably have set his sights on the Emei Sect.

Women are inherently weaker, and women who roam the martial world are more likely to be targeted. The title of "heroine" brings not only glory but also a sense of allure.

Lu Ming sheathed his longsword, coldly looked at Ding Mian, and beckoned with his finger: "Little Ding, we're all veterans of the Five Mountains Sword Sect, so watch your step and don't embarrass us. Come here!"

Ding Mian was both shocked and furious. He was most skilled in palm techniques, and his nickname "Pagoda-Bearing Hand" was well-deserved. However, that didn't mean he was incapable of swordsmanship. He clearly saw that Lu Ming had easily and effortlessly killed his junior brother.

A fleeting purple aura crossed his face, but he still caught it: "Yue Buqun actually passed on the Zixia Divine Skill to you! Impossible, you must have stolen it!"

Li Xunhuan, who was watching the battle from a distance, had a look of seriousness in his eyes. He clearly sensed that Lu Ming had broken through the opponent's sword move with a single sword strike and killed him by taking advantage of the opening.

He either doesn't make a move, or when he does, it's guaranteed to take a life. This is very similar to his throwing knife technique; he never does anything in vain.

Lin Shiyin couldn't understand it; she only thought that the long-faced swordsman was all talk and no action, yet he was stabbed to death with a single sword strike. She couldn't help but look at Lu Ming, staring at his handsome face and the effortless swiftness of his kill, her heart fluttering slightly.

Lu Ming was unaware of this matter; otherwise, he would have been amazed by the high quality of the "Amorous Wanderer" title and grateful to Lu Xiaofeng for opening it up.

Lu Xiaofeng, who was far away on the road, suddenly shivered. Surely winter shouldn't be cold enough to make him catch a chill? Could it be that someone was cursing him?

Seeing the other person's hesitant and timid manner, Lu Ming shook his head slightly: "No, it's not my master, is it your mother? Uncle Ding, I was wrong, I'm sorry!"

Ok?

This is confusing. He just killed the enemy with a single sword strike, how come he's admitting his mistake now?

Could it be that his internal strength is insufficient?

Ding Minjun was suspicious. She felt that Lu Ming's words had a hidden meaning, and that he was really wicked, taking the opportunity to ruin her reputation. Last night, he even deliberately invited her to the inn, and the two of them shared a room. Would a decent person do that?

Ding Mian was secretly pleased, but his face remained cold as he said, "Since you know you're wrong, then obediently come back with me to see Alliance Leader Zuo. You're so young yet you have such strength. If you properly admit your mistake, you'll surely gain Alliance Leader Zuo's appreciation in the future!"

Shhh!

Lu Ming shook his head slightly, and his malicious smile made people's hearts skip a beat for no reason.

"Uncle Ding, I was wrong. I'm just a disciple of the Huashan Sect, a newcomer who's only been here for five months. What right do I have to have relations with Uncle Ding's mother? Didn't you want me to go back with you? I don't ask for anything from you, I just ask that you let me show some filial piety to your mother!"

Silence reigned.

Then came Ding Minjun's laughter, which she initially couldn't suppress, but gradually grew louder and louder.

Lin Shiyin, who was in the distance, was also extremely surprised. Her beautiful eyes looked at Lu Ming. Even though these were words of abuse, why did they sound like an apology?

Is this an apology or a sign of divine intervention?

Ding Mian's face flushed with anger. Any remaining feelings of appreciation for his talent had completely vanished. He only wanted to use the Great Songyang Hand to teach this arrogant brat a lesson.

"You're asking for it! Take this!"

He gathered his strength, making his right hand indestructible and glowing with a luminous light. With a powerful and heavy strike, amplified by his rage, the fallen leaves in front of the hall were swept away by the force of his energy.

Lu Ming sheathed his sword, a purple aura rising from his face, giving him an air of otherworldly grace. He gathered his energy in his right hand, his inner strength surging wildly through his meridians, and unleashed a powerful palm strike.

Bang! Their hands collided, and Ding Mian's round face was contorted with a ferocious smile.

"You brat, you're dead! Die!"

In his mind, a powerful blow would be enough to shatter his hand bones.

But in the next instant, his face turned ashen, and with the support of a powerful internal force, he was unable to shake him in the slightest.

"How is that possible!"

"Nothing is impossible, you lost!"

As soon as Lu Ming finished speaking, a surge of equally powerful internal energy erupted, and he launched the second move.

puff!

Ding Mian coughed up blood and flew backward, his massive body crashing through the courtyard wall, where falling bricks buried him.

The Songshan Sect disciples who accompanied him were even more shocked, for this was the Pagoda-Bearing Hand!

Apart from Zuo Lengchan, Ding Mian was the strongest in the entire Songshan Sect. How could he be defeated by a junior?

It would be one thing to just defeat someone, but what's hard to accept is being defeated in one move!

Lu Ming walked over step by step, carrying the aura of a great victory, leaving the Songshan Sect disciples stunned in place.

"Hand over all your money, take off your clothes, leaving only your shirt and shoes."

A disciple from the Songshan Sect, his teeth chattering, asked, "Senior brother, is this a robbery?"

"right!"

A moment later, a group of people dressed in thin clothes carried away the corpses and wounded, crying as they went.

"Waaah, those bastards, they actually robbed us!"

"Ugh, it's freezing! Let's get out of here!"