Chapter 11 Iron Mountain Sword (Part 2)

Qinglin Terrace is located in the center of Qinglin City. It is a high platform in four directions. Qinglin Terrace has a radius of ten miles and is empty, but at this time, many people come from all directions and gather here.

"Patriarch Lin, you are here too."

"Today is the battle between Chen Zhenghong's son and Tieshan Sword. How can I not come for such a big event?"

"What is the ability of this son of Chen Zhenghong? He dared to fight Tieshanjian."

"I heard that Chen Zhenghong's son is a disciple of Qingyun Sect. He is extremely talented and powerful. Not long ago, he broke into the Mo family's mansion with a single sword and beheaded the third elder of the Mo family. I don't know if it is true or not."

There are more than a dozen one-star powers in Qinglin City, some families or gangs, etc. After hearing the news, they all gathered here and talked with each other.

"Step aside."

"roll."

A tyrannical voice sounded, accompanied by a fierce breath, which made people depress.

"A member of the Black Tiger Gang."

"Silence."

The Black Tiger Gang is one of the three major two-star powers in this city. The gang named after the word Black Tiger can be imagined to act arrogantly and domineeringly. Only the Mo family and the Seven Sword Tower can compete with it.

"Chen Zhenghong was killed by Tieshanjian, and now his son is planning to avenge his father."

"It's just a life in vain." The deputy leader of the Black Tiger Gang said loudly. He had conflicts with Chen Zhenghong and was cut with a sword. He held a grudge and belittled Chen Zhenghong everywhere.

At this time, a group of people from the Mo family came, the head of the Mo family, the first elder, the second elder and the fourth elder were there, and there were also some Mo family children.

"Iron Mountain Sword Shang Chonglei."

"The last time he killed Chen Zhenghong on this stage, this time, is he going to kill Chen Zhenghong's son on this stage?"

Shang Zhonglei was tall and strong, his brown robe was fully supported by his broad shoulders, and a thick sword hilt protruded from his left shoulder, which was unusual.

At the same time, people from the Seven Swords Building also arrived one after another.

The seven masters of the sword tower were all present. Such a ostentation was immediately surprising, but everyone's eyes were all on the young man in green.

With a young face, it looks like he is only fifteen or sixteen years old, but his expression is calm, his eyes are peaceful, and his spirit is calm. It is not at all the temperament of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy. Instead, he looks like an old man who has gone through vicissitudes. Only then can he have such a state of mind.

"This kid, it's not easy." The leader of the Black Tiger Gang said in a concentrated voice.

"Hmph, playing tricks." The deputy head of the Black Tiger Gang snorted coldly. He just didn't like Chen Zhenghong's son.

Shang Zhonglei stared fiercely at Chen Zong, a huge pressure was approaching through the sky, but Chen Zong didn't seem to notice it.

With a leap, Shang Zhonglei fell like a boulder, and landed heavily on the Qinglin Terrace, causing the Qinglin Terrace to shake, as if it was about to collapse.

"Chen Qingzong, your father Chen Zhenghong and I were fighting swords that day, and there was a sense of life and death, but you used this as an excuse to kill innocent people, the third elder of the Mo family. When the good disciple came to the door, he would ruthlessly kill him and kill him. Today, I want to seek justice for the third elder of the Mo family and my disciple." Shang Zhonglei exhaled like thunder, passing with a forceful and oppressive momentum. Not only must he suppress Chen Zong in terms of momentum, but he must also gain the upper hand in terms of words.

"What is the truth, you know best in your heart." Chen Zong jumped lightly, with the dexterity and lightness of an ape, and landed silently. Facing Shang Zhonglei's oppression, his expression did not change at all, calm and calm: "It is useless to talk too much. Practicing swords, my generation of sword cultivators, the right and wrong swords will be judged."

"What a sword cultivator of my generation." Many people's eyes lit up and they cheered secretly.

Shang Zhonglei's face was slightly suffocated. Originally, he used his words to weaken the opponent's aura, so that he could gain the upper hand. As long as the opponent followed his own way of defense, his aura would become weaker and weaker. Unexpectedly, the opponent did not play cards according to common sense. .

It's like when you want a literary fight, but the other party directly fights for a martial fight.

"Okay, if that's the case, let's use the sword to speak." Shang Zhonglei adjusted immediately, his expression was cold and stern, and his eyes sparkled: "You have to understand, in this battle, I want to avenge my good apprentice, and I will never If you are afraid, you can admit defeat now, as long as you kneel and kowtow three times in front of my apprentice's grave, I will forgive you."

Up to this point, Shang Zhonglei still used words to suppress Chen Zong.

Chen Zong didn't speak, his right hand landed on the hilt of the sword, he clasped it, and slowly drew out the Baihong sword.

The sword light fluctuated like water, and the long sword was unsheathed, and a trace of chill quietly permeated all over Qinglintai.

"Your father used the Baihong sword to fight me back then, and he was defeated in the end. This is the sword of the loser, and you will definitely lose." Shang Zhonglei roared, the sword behind his back suddenly jumped out, and he raised his broad palm to hold it , took advantage of the trend and slashed down with a sword.

This sword is ferocious, and the broad sword body squeezes the air in front of it, turning it into a violent waning moon sword qi, which slashes out, and there is a howling wind.

With just a light flick of Bai Hongjian, the violent sword energy shattered and flew past Chen Zong.

Taking a step, Chen Zong approached Shang Zhonglei, and the invisible momentum quietly condensed.

Shang Zhonglei's cultivation is at the peak of the ninth level of the Foundation Establishment Realm, stronger than the third elder and second elder of the Mo family, much stronger, worthy of attention.

Shang Zhonglei didn't feel disappointed even if the sword didn't work, it was just a casual swing of the sword.

"Chop!" There was a loud roar, like the roar of a fierce tiger, with an astonishing momentum, Shang Zhonglei slashed out the second sword.

Iron-black true energy surged into the broad sword in his hand one after another. The light of the sword was black and deep, as if made of fine iron, with a strong aura.

The astonishing sword light slashed down, as if splitting a mountain and breaking a mountain. What's even more astonishing is that it was not a single sword, but three consecutive swords, and the swords were fierce and deadly.

The astonishing pressure of the sword repelled the air, and the air waves rushed to the left and right sides, and the hard Qinglintai was even scratched with sword marks, which spread rapidly.

After the three sword strikes, Shang Zhonglei did not make any gesture to withdraw his hand, but instead took a step forward, with his right foot as the axis, his figure suddenly spun, and the wide and thick sword immediately rolled up a terrifying storm of blades, as if to destroy the world He blasted at Chen Zong.

From suppressing and weakening Chen Zong with words from the very beginning, to continuous offensives without mercy, all of them showed Shang Zhonglei's meticulous and ruthless thoughts.

"Feihong's swordsmanship is even worse than my Iron Mountain swordsmanship. Defeats add up. What do you have to contend with me?"

Shouting loudly was astonishing, like rolling waves, vibrating in all directions, Shang Zhonglei's figure suddenly jumped up, holding the broad and thick sword with both hands, and fell down like an iron black meteorite, and thousands of sparks burst out from the whole body due to friction with the air .

Fast, ferocious, violent, destroying everything.

The owners of the Seven Sword Tower couldn't help but clenched their sword hilts, and Liu Chengyi was even more anxious.

Shang Zhonglei's attack was too terrifying, if it were them, no one could take it except Feng Pingsheng.

"Death." On the side of the Mo family, the head of the Mo family and the elders couldn't help but secretly rejoice.

Everyone else turned pale with shock. This kind of attack is really terrifying. Tieshan sword Shang Zhonglei not only has unique features in defense, but also is very terrifying in attack.

"It's a pity, Chen Zhenghong is a short-lived ghost, and his son is also a short-lived ghost." Although the deputy leader of the Black Tiger Gang said it was a pity, his tone was full of gloating.

"Since this is the case, I will kill you with this sword and this method."

A plain voice came from the violent offensive, neither slow nor sick, neither sad nor happy, as if telling a truth.

Immediately, everyone only saw that the three sword lights were completely shattered, only saw the violent blade storm being torn apart, and only saw a white sword light soaring into the sky.

Swift, light, elegant, yet unparalleled in sharpness and boundless agility, it is neither a sword nor a light, but a white flying bird, vibrating its wings, across the sky with the most elegant posture, leaving indelible traces.

This sword amazed the sky, the world, and the eyes and hearts of all the spectators.

"What kind of sword technique is this?" Shang Zhonglei, who was shot down in the air, was terrified, and quickly swung his sword to change his skills to defense. He completely defended himself with a big and generous sword, airtight and watertight.

Tieshan swordsmanship was originally a swordsmanship that focused on defense. It was cultivated to the peak of ecstasy by Shang Zhonglei, and its power was astonishing. It took Chen Zhenghong a lot of effort to defeat it last time.

But a burst of panic emerged from Shang Zhonglei's heart, he had a feeling that his own defense could not stop the opponent's sword.

"drink!"

The loud shouts shook the world, all the true energy in his body exploded, gushing out, Shang Zhonglei's complexion turned gray and black, and even traces of iron-black aura permeated his whole body.

The eruption of zhenqi beyond the limit, the eruption of swordsmanship beyond the limit, in order to block this sword, in order to survive.

The white mist kung fu was stimulated to the extreme, and the true energy of the white mist permeated the whole body, and then poured into the Baihong sword one after another.

The seventh-level White Mist Art, the extremely pure White Mist True Qi, and the Feihong swordsmanship under the martial intent, have amazing perception and consciousness, and then use the spiritual knowledge to stimulate the potential of the body, which bursts out instantly, allowing Chen Zong to easily Captured the opponent's flaws, the speed was extremely fast, and the sword came out in an instant.

The speed was so fast that everyone only had time to see a touch of black and a touch of white crossing in mid-air, and then falling one after another.

White and light, it landed silently, and Bai Hongjian slowly returned to its sheath.

The black was heavy, and when it landed, it made a loud sound, like a drum beating, and the Qinglin Terrace couldn't help shaking. Immediately, the black figure fell forward, and blood gurgled from the throat, staining the surrounding area red.

For a moment, there was silence.

Under the Qinglin stage, everyone's eyes widened, and their faces were full of shock.

died.

It is simply impossible that Tieshan Jian Shang Zhonglei, who was at the peak of the Ninth Layer of the Foundation Establishment Realm, died, or was killed by a fifteen-year-old boy.

Who would have thought?

Who would have guessed?

"I'm afraid there will be one more sun in Dongchen." Someone murmured to himself in a daze.

"Okay... okay..." Liu Chengyi came to his senses, laughing wildly, with tears in the corners of his eyes: "Zhenghong, Zhenghong, have you seen that your son has avenged you, green out of blue... green out of blue... "

It was Liu Chengyi's loud laughter that echoed around Qinglin Terrace, making people panic.

On the Mo family's side, everyone's faces were ashen and hated to the extreme, but there was a kind of fear in their hearts.

Feng Pingsheng and the others were in extremely complicated moods.

"If the Tiegangmen want to seek revenge, just come to me." Chen Zong's voice sounded, and immediately, his cold eyes swept towards the Black Tiger Gang: "Just now you have repeatedly demoted my father and me, and this sword is used as punishment."

A beam of white sword light pierced through the air like a white bird flapping its wings.

The deputy leader of the Black Tiger Gang didn't even have time to react, the corner of his mouth was torn off immediately, and the pain swept through him.