Chapter 216 Confrontation

Chapter 216 Confrontation

Chapter 216 Confrontation
It is extremely arrogant to say such words in the Dajie Mountain Dojo of the Thirty-Six Sects.

The disciples in charge of the carriages and horses on the stage naturally knew the reputation of the Sword Sect, but since they were on their own territory, they were each considered to have truly practiced Taoism compared to the ordinary people in this world, so these words still aroused some injustice in their hearts.

A few people who were standing at the back frowned and uttered a faint "huh". The people around them couldn't help showing their indignation when they heard it.

Emotions are contagious. In just a moment or two, everyone who was previously completely silent became slightly agitated. They all turned their eyes to Tang Qilang, Lu Huaiyuan, Liu Hanzhang and the Kong Jingci sisters, and decided that as long as these five leaders of the thirty-six sects showed any sign of support, they would immediately echo and support them to vent their anger.

But after taking this look, I found that the expressions on several people's faces were not only not unhappy, but instead seemed to be greatly relieved!

As a result, the enthusiasm that had just arisen was completely dissipated. The disciples in charge of the carriages and horses looked at each other for a while, then stepped back a little and gathered together again. They each looked for the person who had passed the news before, and asked in detail what was going on.

They stepped back, and several people around Li Wuxiang also stepped back.

Tang Qilang walked five or six steps away, and from his sleeve he pulled out an egg-like ball that shone with iron light. He channeled some energy into it, and it immediately expanded into a dark iron bird, flapping its wings and flying to the top of the mountain.

Kong Jingci's method was a little more interesting. First, she tapped the gourd lightly, and the gourd made a gurgling sound. Then, a moment later, a large golden dragonfly flew over from the night and landed on her fingertips. She stretched out her hand and touched the mouth of the gourd, pinched something with her fingertips and fed it to the dragonfly, then whispered something to it, and the dragonfly immediately fluttered its wings and flew up into the sky.

Liu Hanzhang's method was even more magical. His rapier was hanging at his waist. He pointed his finger at the scabbard, and after a slight hum, an invisible sword energy vibrated out from the sword body and hung in front of him. Liu Hanzhang wrote a line of words on the condensed sword energy, and then pointed it diagonally upward. The sword energy turned into a white rainbow and immediately shot towards the top of the mountain.

Lu Huaiyuan's movements were slower. He first held the gun and watched the three of them use their tricks, then he sighed and reached into his arms. But before he could take out what he wanted to touch, several people suddenly saw a silver light on the stone platform under the mountain gate above!
There seemed to be countless rapiers, and because they were far away and bright, the rapiers looked like thin strands of fluorescent light that suddenly shot from the ground into the sky.

There were so many that it was impossible to count them, but it looked like a meteor shower in the night sky turned upside down - falling from the ground to the sky. After flying into the air, it split into three as if alive, striking in three directions like a swimming dragon.

The first thing she heard was a crisp sound like the sound of metal clashing - a flash of golden light that disappeared, which must be the thing Tang Qilang had sent out being crushed. Then Kong Jingci's face slightly raised, which must be the dragonfly she had sent out, which was also crushed.

The sword energy emitted by Liu Hanzhang was moving faster, and at this moment it had almost become a barely visible light in the night sky. But the third sword light was moving even faster, and it seemed to be showing off - originally it was moving silently straight up into the night sky, but at this moment the three swords suddenly intertwined, and the thin swords twisted against each other, emitting a continuous metallic humming sound that sounded like a dragon's roar!
Those thin swords looked like the scales of a swimming dragon, and countless sword beams intertwined and swam in the air. After circling back and forth twice, they suddenly jumped into the night sky, as if swallowing up the sword energy emitted by Liu Hanzhang.

Almost everyone's eyes on the stone platform were attracted by the sword light, but Li Wuxiang and a few people around him were looking at the stone steps - Mou Jinchuan, who was standing on the top of the stone steps before, had slowly walked down. After the three methods of reporting the news were all destroyed by the sword rain, Mou Jinchuan was only three steps away from walking down the stone steps.

But he stopped and did not move forward. He raised his hand and waved it into the air. A rain of swords from the sky came back with a clang and rushed towards him.

It was a mighty rain of iron that seemed to engulf him. But at the moment when the first thin sword landed in his palm, the remaining countless sword beams suddenly converged and instantly merged into a dark heavy sword.

He then grasped the heavy sword and, like Mou Tieshan had done before, slammed it into the ground with a clang.

The sword light disappeared too suddenly. The people who were watching them just now still had a flash of white light in their eyes. When they came to their senses, they found that Mou Jinchuan had already walked down.

He had thick eyebrows, a square face, and gray sideburns. His figure was very similar to Mou Tieshan, both were tall and strong. Even their attire was similar, both were wearing black tights.

When Li Wuxiang saw ordinary people wearing tight clothes, he felt that although this kind of clothes was more fitted than other styles, it still looked a bit loose. However, Mou Jinchuan's clothes reminded him of some paintings in his previous life that exaggerated the muscles of characters to the extreme. Mou Jinchuan's muscles bulged, almost completely supporting the dark black satin clothes. Therefore, the clothes also showed the curvature of the muscles underneath, and glowed slightly in the night, as if the man's spirit was about to burst the clothes!
He stood there and stared at Li Wuxiang for a moment, raised his hand to stroke the hilt of the sword, and spoke expressionlessly -

"I heard that you taught Mou Tieshan a lesson in You Jiuyuan. You told him, 'This is not how you use a sword.' Well, the Sword Sect's Baili Sword Immortal taught me in person, but it's a pity that my disciple didn't have the chance to enjoy it and lost his life."

He exhaled slowly: "Sword Immortal, you are in the Sword Sect, who is your disciple?"

Tang Qilang immediately took two steps forward, but did not dare to stand between the two men. He just stood three steps away: "Master Mu Jian, no matter who told you about this matter, it must be slightly different from what you think. Several of us were there at the time, and Senior Brother Mu--"

Mou Jinchuan glanced at him, his eyes lingering on the heavy sword on his back, and immediately raised his head and sneered: "Well, Tang family kid, I don't need to listen to your nonsense. I naturally know that this sword immortal is not bullying the weak - he gave up a flying sword, right? He gave up three moves, right?"

Tang Qilang immediately turned to look at Li Wuxiang, his expression was very complicated, he looked a little terrified, a little worried, and even a little unwilling. After a glance, he could only say: "Master, I... Tang Jiuzhen didn't--"

Li Wuxiang just nodded and looked at Mou Jinchuan: "When I was in the Sword Sect, if we talk about inheritance, my master is Zeng Jianqiu."

Mou Jinchuan closed his eyes slightly and said, "Your Sword Sect has five branches. How come the only famous person in your branch is this person whom I have never heard of?"

Li Wuxiang was silent for a moment, then smiled and said, "That's because you are ignorant. Since you don't know Zeng Jianqiu, there's no need to ask anything else. Master Mu Jian, since you know everything, then you are stopping me here to avenge your disciple?"

Mou Jinchuan's eyes flashed, and those eyes seemed to emit a cold light, which suddenly bloomed in the night!
Li Wuxiang knew that he was extremely angry.

However, it’s not that he doesn’t want to talk nicely, but he has no choice.

Judging from Mou Jinchuan's performance at this moment, the man who had stood at the mountain gate before did not seem to be seeking revenge, at least not on the spot.

Wanting immediate revenge, if Li Wuxiang was him, he would not have intercepted the three messages sent to the other "masters" on the mountain - they were all going to fight and kill, so who cares who they were? It was just right that there were more people, so they could serve as witnesses!
Nor would he walk down the steps slowly, say a few words, and then ask about his master in the Sword Sect.

Asking about one's master is like talking to each other about the big brothers and bosses before a gang fight. If there is a fight, there will be no bloodshed and it can be resolved in a more decent way.

This Mou Jinchuan was a Nascent Soul who was said to be about to become a Yang God, but Li Wuxiang knew that he was not only a fake Nascent Soul, but also a newly formed Xiaojie Jindan. With his Xiaojie Sword Sutra Jindan, he would not be afraid of any Jindan of any realm in the world, but if he had to fight with a Nascent Soul in real battle, even if it was from the thirty-six sects, he would still not be able to do it.

Therefore, he really hoped to get through tonight safely, and that was why he asked Tang Qilang and the others to call for help immediately. Otherwise, as soon as he made a move, no matter whether he could defeat Mou Jinchuan or save his life, his situation on Dajie Mountain would immediately become very delicate.

But Mou Jinchuan didn't seem to be ready... He just came down and asked about his master, as if he was just trying to give way - he probably didn't know what kind of cultivation this "Bai Li Sword Immortal" had, so he didn't want to take action tonight. But now that he knew the news, he couldn't be a coward, so he had to show up.

But this person must have a very bad temper at ordinary times, and he didn't handle the situation well - after asking, he said it was his master's, and after he answered it himself, Mou Jinchuan said something he had never heard of.

So Li Wuxiang couldn't be sure of one thing - did he really not help himself because of his bad temper, or was he just doing what he usually did, when the strength of the enemy and ourselves was unclear, he would test the other party's attitude step by step through words and then find out their bottom line?
But no matter which one it was, the Sword Sect's Nascent Soul versus the Juque Sect's peak Nascent Soul, between masters of this level of cultivation, there could be no explanation after hearing this sentence!
Just one more word of explanation would be a sign of weakness, making it easier for the other party to attack - for example, when confronting a ferocious beast, retreating and lying low would only lead to your death faster!
(End of this chapter)