C422 (1/2)
422 Large Inversion
The Earth Sword Sect specializes in a variety of sword moves.
The sword techniques of the Hua Shan Sect were simple, because the Heavenly Sword Sect advocated sword intent. But the Earth Sword Sect was different. They could produce dozens of moves with each move, making the sword technique extremely complicated.
Even Tang Yao couldn't help but clap his hands in admiration at the display of this skill.
”The Yang Spring Forest is truly worthy of being a disciple of Mount Hua. His swordsmanship is extraordinary and extraordinary.”
”You still have the mood to praise my disciple?”
Wang Run Liang sneered, ”Very soon, your disciple will lose.”
”Don't underestimate his elegance.”
Tang Yao wasn't the least bit anxious. Instead, he leisurely said, ”He's a disciple that this reputed one has carefully nurtured. This reputed one has complete trust in his strength.”
”You and your disciple are the same, both are quite arrogant!”
Wang Run Liang curled his lips and said, ”If the Hua Shan Sect is managed by someone like you, they will eventually fall!”
”The might of the Hua Shan Sect can last for another few hundred years. Our path of the sword has not been destroyed. This is the reason why we are so powerful. ”
”What nonsense!”
Wang Run Liang harrumphed, ”Don't give me that chance. If you give me that chance, I will definitely defeat you and make you in an irreparable situation!”
”Your temper should be changed.”
Tang Yao was sitting there, smiling as he asked his eldest disciple, Yang Yuan, who was standing behind him.
”Yuansheng, look at those two, who will win?”
”Although Junior Brother Yang's sword technique is sharp, he is far from understanding the power of sword intent.”
Yang Yuansheng said, ”In less than three moves, Junior Yang will be defeated.”
”Nonsense, Chun Lin will win!”
Just as Wang Run Liang finished his sentence, Chen Junhua had already sent the Yang Spring Forest's sword flying.
”Your sword has no technique, but no sword intent.”
Chen Junhua reminded the half-kneeling Yangchun Lin, ”Communicate well with your sword, it won't do you any harm.”
”You don't need to care!”
Yangchun seemed to have gone mad, ”One year from now, I will take your head!”
As he spoke, Yang Chunlin didn't even bother taking his own sword and directly jumped down from the Star Observation Platform. Even though it was a cliff that was over 100,000 feet high, this person's qinggong was not bad. He wouldn't die here.
”Spring Forest … …”
Wang Run Liang's eyes turned red, but Tang Yao pressed down on his shoulder.
”It's time for him to experience it.”
Tang Yao said, ”You left him by your side for too long, Sect Leader Wang.”
”Damn it!”
Wang Run Liang gritted his teeth. ”If anything happens to my precious disciple, I'm not done with you!”
”An Xin, you have the bearing of an expert.”
Tang Yao glanced at his screen. There were no longer any other challengers on the Star Observation Platform.
”Looks like the young arena master for this year's Sword Discourse Assembly will be Heavenly Sword Sect's Chen Junhua.”
”It's time for the show to end. It's time to get down to business!”
Wang Run Liang urged.
”Alright, alright, alright. Since Sect Leader Wang is in such a hurry, I will officially announce that the Sword Discourse Assembly has entered into the second stage.”
With that, Tang Yao landed onto the Star Observation Platform and said, ”I'll take up the role of arena master. As for the remaining challengers, you can go up on stage now.”
Along with Tang Yao, the sword protectors, and the palm elders flew down from the platform and stood at the edge of the Star Observation Platform. Wang Run Liang couldn't wait any longer and jumped onto the Star Observation Platform.
”This year's Lord of the West Mountain will be me!”