Chapter 21 Fourteen Years of Skill

Don’t know anything?

Wu Qingwan was stunned for a moment, thinking that Zuo Lingquan was joking. She looked at him for a moment, and after making sure that his expression didn't look fake, she said unexpectedly:

"Then how did you beat Jiang Yi to the ground?"

Zuo Lingquan spread his hands:

"I started practicing swordsmanship when I was three years old. I use a thousand swords every day. I have been practicing for fourteen years now and my martial arts skills are still good. Although practitioners can borrow the power of heaven and earth to increase their killing power, they cannot borrow experience and skills. The princess has been working behind closed doors.

, it’s normal if you can’t beat me.”

Wu Qingwan looked suspiciously, obviously not believing it.

The monks under the Linggu realm are all in the early stage of Qi refining, focusing on warming and nourishing the meridians and acupoints. It is true that they do not have the power to move mountains and seas, fly into the sky and escape from the earth, but they are definitely not comparable to ordinary people.

Jiang Yi has already established a firm foothold in the fifth level of Qi refining, the Purple Palace. Even without using any moves, she can jump more than ten feet high. She can chop down hundreds of kilograms with a single sword, and her endurance can last for less than half an hour.

As the saying goes, "One force can defeat ten people." What does an ordinary warrior who only trains his body do?

Wu Qingwan frowned and thought for a long time, but still didn't believe that Zuo Lingquan knew nothing. She stood up from the stone platform, stood on the empty stone flat next to the waterfall, and said:

"You try your best to attack me. You don't have to hide it. I have to determine your true level before I can arrange the direction of your cultivation. I don't think you are willing to be like those six or seven-year-old kids.

Let’s start catching bugs with medicine, shall we?”

Zuo Lingquan knew that Wu Qingwan must be a master and was naturally enthusiastic about this. He stood up, stood ten steps away with his sword, raised his hands and clasped his fists:

"Thank you, Senior Wu, for your advice, but I would like to say something in advance. My sword is very fast. I have never met a general of Ichigo since I was a child. I may not be able to hold back when I strike with all my strength. Senior Wu, please don't be careless."

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When Wu Qingwan heard the words containing 'concern', she blinked her eyes and laughed angrily:

"My little friend, I am one of the five elders of Qihuang Valley. My combat power ranks fifth in Qihuang Valley and among the top ten in the entire Great Dan Dynasty. Are you worried about my safety?"

"Well……"

Zuo Lingquan was indeed very arrogant, but not to this point. After nodding slightly apologetically, he raised his hand and grasped the hilt of the sword.

The sun sets in the west.

The stone flat beside the roaring waterfall suddenly became quiet at this moment.

The mountain breeze stirred his long black hair, and his robes moved with the wind. Zuo Lingquan, holding the sword hilt in his hand, remained motionless.

Wu Qingwan originally stood elegantly with her hands folded on her waist, but when she saw Zuo Lingquan's posture, she felt a little surprised.

When we had just communicated with Zuo Lingquan, I only felt that Zuo Lingquan was knowledgeable and reasonable, and did not feel any sharpness at all.

But at this moment, Zuo Lingquan in front of him seemed to be a completely different person.

I am like a thousand-year-old tree standing on the top of a mountain. No matter how strong the wind blows, I will not move at all.

His eyes were as sharp as a sword, and the sharp edge of the sword even made Wu Qingwan feel dazzled!

Wu Qingwan did not feel the aura flowing on Zuo Lingquan's body, but she could feel the penetrating power of the sharp edge on her back.

She couldn't understand at all how such a young junior could show such aura in front of her. If he was a person with lower concentration, he might have wanted to avoid his sharpness just by seeing this look.

Compared to Wu Qingwan's surprise, Zuo Lingquan on the other side didn't have so many thoughts.

Because he has no distracting thoughts!

When Zuo Lingquan was a toddler, he learned that there were masters in the world who could fly to the sky and escape from the earth, so he determined to go to the top of the mountain to see the scenery he had never seen before.

If there is no way to practice cultivation, then practice it yourself.

Even if you can't become an immortal in your lifetime, you still have to rely on the sword in your hand to kill no one in the world who dares to call you an "immortal".

This idea may be ridiculous, but I'm afraid no one in the world would be willing to become ordinary after two lives.

Zuo Lingquan has had this idea since he was a child, so he spared no effort to explore his potential.

A thousand swords a day sounds very simple, but Zuo Lingquan doesn't simply stab a thousand swords every day. He only practices one hand, 'Zhongpingjian'.

The mid-level thrust is the simplest sword move among swordsmanship. It requires a straight thrust from the center line with the sword, hands and shoulders in a straight line, but simple does not mean inferior.

On the contrary, simplicity means fewer flaws, and simplicity means directness.

Zuo Lingquan came from a well-off family and had read many martial arts secret books. Finally, he concluded a truth - martial arts is a killing technique. No matter how complicated and exquisite the moves are, their purpose is to kill people.

To kill someone with one sword is enough, you just need to use the fastest speed and stab the sword in the most accurate place.

Those fictitious and real moves in the sword manual are actually all for paving the way for the sword that ends the battle.

Therefore, Zuo Lingquan only practiced this last sword, and each sword was a little faster and more accurate than the last one. He practiced a thousand swords every day for fourteen years.

Zuo Lingquan actually didn't know how fast his sword was now, because when he drew the sword, he didn't pay attention to anything else at all, and focused all his attention on the sword in his hand.

The mountain breeze is hunting and the waterfalls are roaring.

The time is very short, but it seems very long.

Wu Qingwan felt the difference in Zuo Lingquan. She regarded herself as a teacher and wanted to make a gesture of taking the exam instead of facing the enemy head-on. However, her instinct still made her subconsciously loosen her folded palms and replace them with

A standing posture suitable for exerting force.

And at the moment Wu Qingwan's posture changed!

Sa——

Before he even saw how the sword was unsheathed, the sharp blade was already in front of him.

The sound of the sword sounded like a dragon's roar, seeming to overwhelm the roaring waterfall behind it, causing the world to fall into silence.

Wu Qingwan's pupils suddenly shrank, and the distracting thoughts in her heart disappeared at this moment.

Zuo Lingquan followed the sword, and his sleeves and robe were almost torn apart by the strong wind. Neither the sword blade nor his eyes trembled at all until the sword tip pierced the fabric of Wu Qingwan's skirt.

Wu Qingwan is a practitioner, but not an expert. She is also a mortal, and was pierced through the chest by this sword. Even if she did not die, she would still be seriously injured.

But will Zuo Lingquan stop?

Won't.

Because he himself couldn't react, he just tried his best to show off what he had learned. The instinct of drawing the sword had already surpassed his thoughts, so there was no chance to put the sword away.

If Wu Qingwan couldn't stop him, by the time Zuo Lingquan noticed, he would have already pierced his heart with a sword.

However, Wu Qingwan had been practicing for decades, and as the fifth master in charge of Qihuang Valley, it was impossible for her to die so casually. She was indeed a little careless, but ten steps away was enough for her to deal with it.

At the moment when Zuo Lingquan launched an attack and the tip of the sword penetrated his clothes, Wu Qingwan had already clasped her hands together and clamped the blade of the sword accurately.

The long sword, which had been unstoppable just now, suddenly stagnated between the palms of the hands, as if it was piercing the iron plate with all its strength, and it was difficult to advance even an inch.

The force of the forward thrust was too great, making it difficult for the sword tip to advance even an inch, causing the slender blade to bend instantly and form an arc.

Wu Qingwan lightly turned around and moved sideways. Her right leg was like a steel whip, whipping towards the side of Zuo Lingquan's face. Her long legs drove the hem of her skirt and spread out in mid-air, like a curtain of blue water. The white boots at the front were kicked out directly.

There was an explosion all over.

Snap——

If this kick hits, Zuo Lingquan's head will no doubt turn into a rotten watermelon.

Fortunately, Zuo Lingquan couldn't hold it back, but Wu Qingwan could.
Chapter completed!