Chapter 363: The Final Battle at the Blackwood Cliff

"Qiuqiu~"

An eight-strand steel cable dropped from the steep cliff. The goshawk flapped its wings and cried loudly. It flew towards the big red sun, soared hundreds of feet, and penetrated through layers of clouds. Finally, the black spot rising straight up could be seen clearly. It was not a mountain goat.

"Bang bang!"

The iron box was leaning against the Black Wood Cliff, and Zhang Yu jumped onto the stone platform with the sword box on his back.

"Meet Deputy Hall Master Zhang!"

The sixteen golden-armored warriors bowed and saluted when they saw the man in black robe.

This is a special experience that has never happened before.

The outcome was unpredictable at this point, and their respect was more for Miss Ren. After the grand court meeting in Chengde Hall three days ago, in the eyes of many people, the two pillars of the Divine Religion had already boarded the Ren family's warship.

Zhang Yu smiled and said, "Hello, thank you for your hard work."

"It's not hard, it's what I should do!"

The golden-armored warriors looked at each other in bewilderment when they saw Zhang Yu's back going away. When an important and senior figure of the Divine Religion climbed up the Black Wood Cliff, they saluted as usual. Most of them remained silent, while a few nodded. This was the first time they had seen someone as approachable as Deputy Hall Master Zhang.

"Master Wang, who do you think will win this competition?"

Wang Qizhu said: "I hope... Deputy Hall Master Zhang can win."

Another deputy flag master said, "But my uncle told me that Elder Bao was already a master of the Xiantian realm half a year ago. He was skilled in the twenty-eight moves of the Spirit Snake Staff Technique. If he was touched, he would be injured, and if he was hit, he would die. He practiced it to perfection and was extremely powerful. Deputy Hall Master Zhang is a young and talented man. After all, he has little experience, so he is probably not his opponent."

Someone asked, "So, Zhang Yu is dead?"

"That's not necessarily the case."

A mysterious smile appeared on Lord Wang's face.

"For people in Jianghu, life and death are not determined only by the level of internal strength, nor even the level of martial arts. Otherwise, why would one carry a sword when traveling in Jianghu? Instead, each person could hide a name card in his sleeve, stating the level of internal strength, sword technique practiced, and past battle records. When two people meet, they can just take out a photo and the winner will be decided. Wouldn't that save time and effort? Hahaha..."

The young man became the leader of the flag on Blackwood Cliff when he was in his early twenties. His family had a strong foundation, and after being instructed by the elders in the sect, he saw many things more thoroughly than his peers.

"Although what Master Wang said was a joke, it has a deep meaning, right?"

"I just think that Saint Lady is so powerful that she chose Deputy Hall Master Zhang. Even if his martial arts skills are not as good as others, he will most likely be able to..."

To the west of Heimu Cliff, two hundred steps away from Chengde Hall, there is a martial arts arena built in the old days. It has a bluestone base and is six meters long. Seven-colored flags flutter in the wind, and there are two groups of people in the north and south.

"You must win this battle!"

Yang Lianting sat on the chair, picked up the teacup and looked at the middle-aged man next to him.

"Manager Yang..."

Bao Dachu stood nearby, his face gloomy and his eyes showing a complicated expression. Overnight, he looked more than ten years older and no longer had the high-spirited look he had when he came out of Chengde Hall three days ago.

In his bosom were seventy-three strands of hair, some white as snow, some black as ink, some hanging yellow...

The gift from the Saint Lady is too expensive.

Seventy-three red-hot iron chains burned his chest so much that it hurt.

"You came here last night and told me everything. I thought you should have thought it through."

"I, I...seventy-three lives!"

Yang Lianting blew away the foam in the cup and glanced at him.

"Zhuozhou is 400 miles away from Pingding City. I have asked Sang Sanniang and Sun Wanqiao to rush there day and night. If everything goes well, they will be back before sunset. What are you worried about?"

"Besides, when you are in the martial arts world, you have to make sacrifices. If you miss the position of the head of the Dharma Protector Hall and the power of the Divine Sect this time, can you sit on the bench for another ten years?"

"You are the guardian elder promoted by this chief steward. Your hands are stained with the blood of many former members of the Ren family. If you let them gain power, even if Miss Ren does not pursue the matter, will their disciples let you go?"

"So, even if you take a step back and say that you lose to Zhang Yu, you will only have to sleep well for a few nights. Why bother?"

Bao Dachu was silent for a long time, thinking to himself, if he could win the competition and become the head of the Dharma Protectorate, his status would be elevated and he would have bargaining power. He wouldn't have to be tied to Yang Lianting's boat. The Saint Lady should... not be so ruthless!

"You figured it out?"

Yang Lianting couldn't find another innate realm master he could trust.

Bao Dachu looked at the man in black robe opposite him, who was successful at a young age and had a great reputation.

"Twenty years old, twenty years old. I was only the deputy incense master that year. Why did he do that?"

Bao Dachu's heart was filled with rage. He did not dare to blame the Saint Lady, nor did he dare to blame Manager Yang. All his hatred was directed at the young man who was thirty years younger than him, but who wanted to compete with him for the position of hall master.

"The Eastern Sect Leader values him! Tong Baixiong is on good terms with him! The Saint Lady strongly supports him!"

"I have been working hard for thirty years, and now he has everything he has never had."

"And now you are competing with me for the position of Dharma Protector Hall Master!"

Yang Lianting was playing with a copper incense ball, which was ingeniously designed and was said to "rotate vertically and horizontally on the outside while being flat on the inside". No matter how he fiddled with it, the mechanism in the middle that held the incense would never let the ash spill out.

"Boom!"

Bao Dachu raised the spirit snake iron staff and struck it down suddenly. The spider web spread and more than twenty floor tiles were shattered into pieces.

Yang Lianting was startled and almost called for the Ziyun Guards to protect him.

"what are you doing?"

He looked down and saw the copper incense ball fell in the middle of the place, fortunately no sparks were emitted.

Bao Dachu stood up and said through gritted teeth, "Don't worry, Manager Yang. I will kill Zhang Yu on the ring! I will cut that guy into pieces and then mash him into a meat paste. Only then will I be able to relieve the hatred in my heart!"

"Good ambition!"

Wang Shuen poured a glass of wine and served it with both hands.

"Please drink this cup to boost your spirit, Elder Bao."

Bao Dachu looked at Yang Lianting: "What is this?"

"This chief steward asked Shu En to offer you... a calming wine. Elder Bao, drink it."

Wang Shuen laughed and said, "That shameless boy, I have long seen that he has evil intentions. He is not a good person. He is disrespectful to the Eastern Sect Leader and rude to the Chief Steward Yang. In the arena, he has no grudges against life and death. Elder Bao, if you drink this glass of wine, you have to spank him a few more times on Shuen's behalf."

"it is good!"

Bao Dachu agreed with this and took the wine cup, raised his head and drank it. Before the cup hit the ground, a figure jumped up seventy or eight feet high and landed heavily on the stage. His feet made a hole in the stone with extraordinary momentum.

Let’s talk about the south side of the arena.

"Master of the Dharma Protector Hall, this position must not be occupied by Yang Lianting!"

Ren Yingying stood in the middle holding a long sword, and she looked at Zhang Yu beside her.

"Show us your skills, Xiantian realm master. Anyway...it's not like we haven't killed anyone before."

Zhang Yu chuckled and said, "That eagle is the trap prepared by the Saint Lady. As for this snake, it depends on your skills."

Ren Yingying said calmly: "I will do what I should do."

The two did not communicate much, but they had a subtle tacit understanding, especially when they had common interests and faced common enemies. In the turbulent struggle between the gods and religions, they did not trust each other's character, but trusted each other's ability and brains.

"Brother Zhang, I'm here to cheer you on."

Qi Queqiao brought six disciples and walked straight over, passing the crowd of onlookers from the north and south sides. One of them held a pot and the other held a cup, as if they were here to serve Zhang Yu.

Zhang Yu smiled and said, "Brother Qi, I haven't seen you for a while. I was planning to go and have a drink with you after I was done with this busy period."

"Greetings to the Saint Lady."

Qi Queqiao came closer, bowed to Ren Yingying first, and then spoke to Zhang Yu.

"I know you're busy, so I'm here to bring you some wine. It's the top quality wine from Qianhonglou. It was sent by Elder Shangguan last month when I celebrated my birthday. I couldn't bear to drink it, so I've been waiting for you."

Qi Queqiao is no longer the same person he was before. He has become a hall elder and is said to be promoted to deputy hall master soon. Tong Baixiong regards him as the successor of his son. He is a famous figure in Fenglei Hall and even other hall masters have to look up to him.

But compared to Zhang Yu, his progress is still too slow.

"Let's not drink the wine yet. I am already very happy that Brother Qi can come to raid the battlefield."

Qi Queqiao laughed and said, "That's great! When Brother Zhang returns victorious, we can drink this wine. There is a saying that goes 'kill Hua Xiong with warm wine'. This is a very good omen. It seems that the position of the Dharma Protector Hall Master belongs to you!"

"Thank you, Brother Qi, for your good wishes!"

Zhang Yu, carrying the sword case on his back, walked up the stone steps and gradually climbed onto the stage.

Compared with Bao Dachu's appearance, it seems very ordinary.

"Elder Bao will win!"

In a martial arts competition, momentum is what matters.

The situation has been chaotic these days, and Yang Lianting needs a great victory to boost his own morale and stabilize those who are still willing to follow him, so he put in a lot of effort.

"Shu En, show us what we have prepared."

Wang Shuen smiled and said, "Master, please have a look." Two Purple Cloud Guards held up a large flag and walked to the front of the arena. There was a huge word "Victory" in black letters on a purple background.

"Stab~"

Another Purple Cloud Guard wielded a long spear and slashed through the middle, splitting the flag into two halves, which fluttered side by side in the air.

"Elder Bao, we have won the first battle!"

Wang Shuen raised his right arm and shouted first.

"Elder Bao, we have won the first battle!"

Ziyunwei immediately responded.

……

Qi Queqiao frowned and said, "Saint Aunt, this won't work. We are being overwhelmed by the other party."

"Qi Queqiao, do you have any good ideas?"

Ren Yingying asked, deep down she looked down on such tricks.

But at the moment, it was not a competition between Zhang Yu and Bao Dachu, but a contest between her and Yang Lianting.

Even this Qi Queqiao, who said he came for friendship, might not be that simple.

Tong Baixiong is standing behind him.

Qi Queqiao chuckled and said, "Saint Aunt, I had already guessed that Yang Lianting would definitely resort to trickery, so I was prepared, but I didn't want to...show it off."

Ren Yingying became interested and said, "It doesn't matter. To deal with a villain, you have to use unpresentable methods."

"it is good!"

After hearing what was said, Qi Queqiao looked at the disciples of Fenglei Hall, leaped up, stepped on the shoulders of two of them, turned around, took off his outer robe, and wrote a big "win" on his buttocks. The six disciples of Fenglei Hall shouted in unison.

"Deputy Hall Master Zhang will definitely win!"

He deliberately turned his butt towards Yang Lianting, and the word "win" seemed to come alive.

"One butt will win!"

Qi Queqiao turned around and saw that Manager Yang's face had turned green with anger.

Everyone's eyes were turned to Qi Queqiao, and the momentum of the opposing team was indeed suppressed.

Outstanding effect!

Ren Yingying looked at Qi Queqiao who was dancing happily, and she just wished that time could go back so that she could take back what she said. This guy could actually do it, and it seemed like... he was enjoying it.

"Birds of a feather, shameless fellow, no wonder he can be friends with Zhang Yu!"

She looked towards the ring.

Both sides have exhausted all their tricks off the stage, so who will win? It all depends on the result of the competition.

Bao Dachu sneered, "How can you win with just one butt? You might as well set up an incense table and pray to the gods to bless you. You are just using these cheap tricks to embarrass yourself. Is this what you are capable of?"

He was an elder who protected the religion. He was old and in high position. When he saw a junior like Zhang Yu, he deliberately spoke in a lecturing tone, but he completely ignored the fact that the person who started the trouble first was Yang Lianting who was behind him.

"Do you really think that by defeating a few inferior masters from the Five Mountains Sword Sect and cheating yourself into the name of 'Purple Star Sword Immortal' in the martial arts world, you are qualified to challenge me? I'm not afraid to tell you that twenty years ago, I entered the post-natal realm..."

"I have eaten more salt than you have eaten rice!"

Seeing that Zhang Yu was silent, Bao Dachu thought that Zhang Yu was impressed by his aura. Feeling proud, he heard something.

“Isn’t it salty?”

Bao Dachu was slightly stunned: "You...what did you say?"

Zhang Yu smiled and asked, "I'm asking, do you feel choked by eating so much salt? Also, eating too much salt can harm your eyes. Elder Bao, is your blurred vision and inability to see the road related to this?"

Bao Dachu was so angry that his chest felt stuffy. He sneered, "Who can't see the road clearly? You will know after fighting."

"Then I won't say any more nonsense. Please teach me!"

"Insanity!"

Bao Dachu was filled with anger. He raised the iron staff of the spirit snake and rolled up a powerful true qi. From a distance, he could see the snake head biting the vortex of true qi and pouncing towards Zhang Yu.

"The dragon rolls up the wind and clouds!"

This move is a combination of positive and strange, and is hidden with danger. If you use a weapon to counter it, even if you can break the vortex of true energy, you can easily be seriously injured by the iron rod that follows.

The actions taken by those in the Xiantian realm are indeed extraordinary.

Zhang Yu stood in place and slapped the top of the Xuanqi sword box with his left palm.

"Long!"

The loud noise was like the roar of an animal in the mountains.

The two sides of the sword case instantly separated to the left and right, forming a fan shape. There were twelve sheath chambers, and only five long blades. The swords were filled with sword energy and floating with cold light. The swords in the case made a slight clanging sound, and they were eager to try.

The spirit snake iron staff was only three feet away from Zhang Yu.

For a master in the innate realm, this distance can be reached in a flash.

Zhang Yu had a calm expression as he stood behind the sword box and drew his first sword.

"White rat!"

"Hugh~"

It was a small sword, two feet and three inches long, of a simple and ancient style.

There is a shadow on the spine of the sword, which can be mistaken for a mouse.

After the long blade left the box, it broke into pieces and turned into powder, but the sword energy was filled to the extreme and flew towards Bao Dachu.

"Oh!"

The Qi vortex broke open and dissipated.

Bao Dachu paused slightly, with a look of surprise on his face.

This sword was close to the full force of a congenital master. What was even more strange was that I...

Before he could think too much, two more clanging sounds came from that strange sword case.

When the iron rod was about to hit his head, Zhang Yu was still not panicked at all. He believed in the sword in the box, which he had nurtured with his true energy for many days and nights, just like planting a pot of flowers, watering it, fertilizing it, catching insects, and finally waiting for the day of harvest.

His palms were bleeding from the shock, but he continued to swing his sword, showing a bit of the demeanor of a sword immortal.

"Elk!"

Moment to the left.

"Ruthless sheep!"

Top on the right.

The two sword energies were even more powerful, blocking Bao Dachu on both sides.

"not good!"

Bao Dachu screamed in shock. He found that his true energy, for some reason, became scattered and not condensed. It would have been fine if it was just ordinary, but at this moment he was unable to cope with such a powerful sword energy. He was in a state of confusion.

"Could it be that glass of wine..."

"Cunning Leopard!"

Run up.

Zhang Yu did not stop, broke two finger bones, and pulled out the last sword.

"Black pig!"

Go in it!
Under the bombardment of four sword energies, it was originally a situation of inevitable death.

Bao Dachu was worthy of being a master of the Xiantian realm. He made a decision in an instant, condensed all the scattered true energy into the Spirit Snake Iron Staff, threw it out suddenly, blocked the "Cruel Sheep" sword, and then fled to the right.

"Oh!"

The spirit snake iron staff only resisted for three breaths before flying backwards and falling off the stage.

Bao Dachu climbed up in the aftermath of the sword energy, his clothes torn into strips. He glanced at Yang Lianting with a gloomy face, as if waking up from a dream, and staggered towards Ren Yingying. After passing Zhang Yu, he took a few steps and knelt down with a "bang".

"I lost!"

"Bao Dachu lost!"

"Bao Dachu doesn't dare to compete with you guys anymore!"

(End of this chapter)

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