Chapter 349: Sword Discussion by the River (I)

"How dare a young man like you be so arrogant?"

Before Yin Baimei could speak, a tall and thin middle-aged man in his forties among Kunlun's disciples suddenly shouted angrily, "I've always heard that Wuqing Swordsman is very good at swordsmanship. I happen to be a sword lover as well. Do you dare to spar with me?"

Tang Afu raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "Who are you?"

"I am the Kunlun sect's chief swordsman disciple, Ning Luo."

As the name suggests, the disciple who holds the sword is the disciple in charge. After many years of evolution, it has now become a respectful title for the chief disciples of each hall of Kunlun Sect.

The Kunlun School is world-renowned for its swordsmanship, which is divided into ten major sword styles: Changtian, Qiu Shui, Tian Gang, Di Sha, Bei Dou, Qi Shang, Liu Ye, Zi Xia, Yi Yun, and Four Seasons.

According to the ten major sword styles, the disciples of Kunlun Sect are divided into ten major sword halls. In each hall, there is a sword master disciple, who is the disciple with the highest seniority, seniority and prestige. Therefore, Kunlun Sect has a total of ten sword masters, who are divided into senior and junior according to their age and seniority.

Ning Luo is the oldest and most senior of the ten sword-wielding disciples, so he is called the "senior sword-wielding disciple."

Although the disciples of Kunlun Sect were divided into ten major sword halls, the martial arts they practiced were similar and not confined to one hall. However, compared to other sword styles, the natal sword style of one's own sword hall was undoubtedly the highest level of attainment.

All Kunlun disciples come from the ten major sword halls. For example, Ye Tong, the former head of Kunlun Sect, came from the Willow Leaf Sword Hall, so his unique skill is the Willow Leaf sword technique.

Ning Luo was born in Zixia Sword Hall, so he practiced Zixia swordsmanship to great proficiency and ease.

"Ning Luo?" Unfortunately, Tang Afu had no interest in the self-important Ning Luo. He said indifferently, "You are just an unknown person, not worthy of fighting with me."

"presumptuous!"

"It is better to fall than to be reckless..."

Before Yin Baimei could stop him, Ning Luo, who was furious, had already drawn his sword, flew up, and used the dragonfly skimming the water move in mid-air. He stepped across the surface of the river with both feet and headed straight for Tang Afu.

"What a great move to walk on water. Your Qinggong is pretty good." Tang Afu stood at the bow, unmoving, staring at Ning Luo who was approaching quickly, and commented nonchalantly, "I wonder how good your sword skills are?"

"Afu, let me go meet him!"

"No need!" Tang Afu rejected Chang Wuhui's request for a fight, and said with a smile, "If we don't give them a warning with thunderous force, I'm afraid these people from Kunlun Sect will never take Jueqing Valley seriously."

"you……"

"Back off!"

Before Chang Wuhui could finish his words, Tang Afu suddenly shouted. At the same time, the cold light of the Merciless Sword flashed, and with a loud "clang", it instantly blocked Ning Luo's move.

"Tang Afu, today I will let you experience my Zixia swordsmanship!"

"How dare you show off such a petty skill? It's really not worth mentioning."

Facing Ning Luo's solemn promise, Tang Afu looked at him with disdain. He stepped forward and suddenly soared into the sky.

In mid-air, the Merciless Sword flashed out, and a silver sword light instantly appeared on the surface of the river, covering the sky and the earth, blocking out the clouds and the sun, and in the blink of an eye, it had completely covered Ning Luo.

"昘昘!"

The river wind blew in his face, the sword whistled loudly, and Ning Luo was trembling under Tang Afu's fierce attack, as if he was walking on thin ice. In a short while, he was already confused and had no idea what to do.

Ning Luo thought that his swordsmanship was extraordinary and his understanding of the way of swordsmanship was also unique, and it was hard to find a match for him among the disciples of Kunlun. But today, when he met Tang Afu, he finally understood what it meant to be a person who only sees the world from a well, and what it meant to say that there is always someone stronger than you, and there is always someone higher than you.

The two of them were fighting with swords. Whether it was speed, strength, agility, or flexibility, Ning Luo was no match for Tang Afu.

Tang Afu's sword skills are so superb and unpredictable that not only does he break Ning Luo's previous understanding of swordsmanship, but he also has a completely new understanding of the "sword" as a weapon.

Ning Luo follows the rules and moves his sword like a dragon, trying to control movement with stillness and respond to ever-changing situations with constancy.

On the other hand, Tang Afu did the opposite. His ruthless sword was sometimes as agile as a dragon, sometimes as fierce as a tiger, sometimes as immovable as a pillar supporting the sky, and sometimes as endless as a thousand-foot-long whip.

His attacks were changing rapidly, his sword moves were varied, and he appeared and disappeared like lightning, with force like thunder, which dazzled Ning Luo and made him overwhelmed.

Before fighting with Tang Afu, Ning Luo had never thought that the "sword" could be used in this way.

The Zixia sword technique itself was quite powerful, but Ning Luo's understanding of the sword style was not enough. Therefore, when he met an opponent weaker than himself, he could still bully the weak with his strength, making up for the shortcomings of his sword moves with speed and strength, and defeat the opponent in one fell swoop.

But today he met Tang Afu, who was far superior to him in all aspects, and the shortcomings of Ning Luo's swordsmanship were instantly revealed.

In less than ten rounds, the Purple Cloud Sword Technique had completely lost its power in Ning Luo's hands, becoming neither fish nor fowl, even worse than the most basic sword moves. If Ning Luo could still hold on within ten rounds, then after ten rounds, Ning Luo was completely reduced to a fish on the chopping board, allowing Tang Afu to tease him like a cat playing with a mouse, and he had no power to resist.

"What is Ning Luo doing?" Leng Kongyang asked angrily, "He has practiced this Zixia sword technique for more than 20 years. He has memorized all the moves and can use them effortlessly. Why can't he perform even a single move now?"

"It's chaotic and disorderly, with no rules at all." Yin Hefeng said, "What Ning Luo is holding in his hand is no longer a sharp sword, but a stick of firewood. He is waving it around like a headless fly, clearly in a state of panic and unable to take care of himself. If he continues to fight like this, it will be like adding fuel to a fire and fanning the flames to stop it from boiling. It will only make Tang Afu more and more relaxed."

"In fact, it would be easy for Tang Afu to kill Ning Luo. But why did he hesitate to do it? Is he still afraid of our Kunlun Sect? No, the ruthless swordsman has always been ruthless, so how could he be afraid and not dare to kill?" Yin Baimei said dimly, "Looking at this competition, it is enough to see the shortcomings of most of the Kunlun Sect disciples. On weekdays, we are too pampering to them. Most of the disciples only practice martial arts behind closed doors in the mountains and have never really fought with others. Therefore, they are very easy to become arrogant and complacent. After this battle, we must change the way we discipline our disciples in the future, let them grow in real competitions, and not just limit themselves to arena competitions between fellow disciples."

"Although they are a heretical sect in the martial arts world, they are not completely useless." Yin Hefeng nodded, "At least in terms of cultivating the younger generation, they are far better than us famous and upright sects."

"To be precise, it is far better than the six major sects." Yin Baimei smiled bitterly, "The disciples trained by Xianwang Mansion and Jinjianwu are all first-class masters who have experienced the battlefield for a long time. Their methods are no worse than those of the heretic disciples. Even the four major families have never stopped the strict cultivation of their family disciples. Because of this, they can thrive and get better every day. On the other hand, our sects with the longest experience and the deepest foundation, except for Shaolin and Wudang, who are vigilant day and night and recite the scriptures in their hearts, the remaining Emei, Qingcheng, Kongtong and our Kunlun are all in a period of decline. If we continue like this and do not make progress, I am afraid that in a few years at the shortest and dozens of years at the longest, we will sooner or later follow the footsteps of the former Huashan Sect and be replaced by new sects until we are completely eliminated from the world."

"Master, you are always cautious and cautious. I admire you very much!" Yin Hefeng exclaimed, "I just don't know how we will end the situation today?"

"Hmph! Ning Luo attacked rashly, but ended up being helpless. This is simply a disgrace to the Kunlun sect." Leng Kongyang said indignantly, "In broad daylight, in front of everyone, we must not be suppressed and beaten by Jueqing Valley, otherwise our Kunlun sect will have no place in the martial arts world in the future."

"That's right!" Yin Baimei said solemnly, "The first push will weaken the second, and the third will be exhausted. We can't let Ning Luo continue to fight, call him back quickly!"

"I'm afraid... it's too late."

"Pfft!"

Before Yin Hefeng could finish his words, Ning Luo, who was fleeing everywhere due to being chased by Tang Afu, fell heavily into the river. He screamed "Help" several times with his teeth and claws bared, and then sank to the bottom of the water with a "gurgle, gurgle" sound.

"Quick! Pull him out!"

Leng Kongyang was filled with shame and anger, and he quickly gave orders. Three or five Kunlun sect disciples who were good at swimming quickly jumped into the river and hurriedly carried the struggling Ning Luo to shore.

Looking at Tang Afu again, I don't know when he has been standing steadily on the bow of the boat, with a calm posture and a calm expression, watching the farce on the shore.

At this moment, not only was he unharmed, his face remained calm and he wasn't out of breath, even his clothes didn't have any wrinkles.

The difference in martial arts skills between Tang Afu and Ning Luo is like the difference between heaven and earth, which is really regrettable.

"It seems that your Grand Sword Master Disciple is just a facade, with nothing inside." Chang Wuhui laughed complacently, "With just your mediocre skills, you can sit on the position of Grand Sword Master Disciple? It seems that the legendary century-old sect is nothing but a fraud. With your little skills, what is there worth us to 'steal'?"

"Ha ha……"

Chang Wuhui's words immediately caused a burst of laughter from the Jueqing Valley disciples. On the other hand, the Kunlun Sect disciples on the shore were all gritting their teeth in hatred and blushing with shame.

"The ruthless swordsman is famous and feared by the martial arts world. It is Ning Luo's blessing to be defeated by his sword." Yin Baimei remained calm and smiled faintly, "I believe that after this battle, Ning Luo's understanding of swordsmanship will definitely make a breakthrough. In time, he will become a great man."

Yin Hefeng continued, "Although Tang Afu claims to be a disciple of Jueqing Valley, his status and martial arts in Jueqing Valley must be second to none. Ning Luo, on the other hand, is just a sword-handling disciple. In terms of martial arts, he is not even among the top five among the younger generation of disciples of Kunlun Sect, let alone being on par with the Sect Master and the Elders. Therefore, it is normal for him to be defeated by Tang Afu. You don't need to be complacent or take pride in it. How many people in Jueqing Valley have martial arts masters like Tang Afu?"

"you……"

"What do you mean by that, Elder Yin?" Tang Afu stopped Chang Wuhui from retorting and said coldly, "Do you want to fight with me personally?"

"I believe I have some weight in Kunlun Sect, so I am willing to save some face for Ning Luo, this unworthy disciple. Hehe..." Yin Hefeng smiled calmly, "I wonder if Wuqing Swordsman can give me a chance?"

"What if I give it to you? What if I don't give it to you?" Tang Afu asked back with interest.

"Why don't we make an agreement first?" Yin Hefeng said, "If I am unable to defeat the Merciless Swordsman, I would like to ask the Sect Master to lead everyone to retreat for the time being. But if I win by chance, I hope that Master Xiao can show up and clear up all misunderstandings with our Sect Master, and put an end to the matter of 'stealing skills'. How do you think?"

"Afu, don't be fooled by him." Chang Wuhui reminded him hurriedly, "It is said that among the four elders of Kunlun Sect, the second elder Yin Hefeng is the most cunning and has the highest martial arts skills. He likes to pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger, deliberately showing weakness to the enemy. In fact, his true strength is not much less than that of Yin Baimei, the head of Kunlun Sect."

Feng Wuxin advised: "Big Brother, the Valley Master only told us to try to repel the enemy, and not to fight with the Kunlun Sect, let alone harm their lives, so you must not act on impulse."

Tang Afu stared at Yin Hefeng on the other side without blinking. He was silent for a long time before he spoke softly, "According to the current situation, if I don't fight Yin Hefeng, how can they let it go? How can they leave on their own?"

"Elder brother..."

"No need to say more!"

Before Ye Wuhen could speak, Tang Afu suddenly waved his hand, and then his eyes shot straight at the other side, and he said word by word: "I only hope that Elder Yin will keep his word. Tang is willing to accompany you to the end!"

……

(End of this chapter)