One person established a clan

Chapter 115: Sword Defeats Heart
Pei Wufeng felt so depressed that he almost vomited blood.

I spent three sleepless days practicing sword techniques, but I never expected that Su Cheng wouldn't even recognize me.
"He is the true disciple of Chang'an Mountain, Pei Wufeng."

Feng Sha arrived with a cold fragrance, her face solemn. "This person came unexpectedly, so he must have other motives. Young Master, please don't trust him."

"It's rare to have guests come to visit, so it wouldn't hurt to meet them for a while."

Su Cheng gently warned: "Go back to the building first, so as not to be affected."

There are formations set up inside and outside the Shaying Pavilion. Although it cannot be said to be extremely sophisticated, it is enough to withstand many aftermaths.

Feng Sha blinked her beautiful eyes and quickly nodded in understanding: "Young Master, be careful."

Seeing her quickly step into the pavilion, Su Cheng just turned his eyes and glanced at the newcomer.

"Brother, you are so courageous." Pei Wufeng closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then said in a low voice, "This Princess Fengsha is so arrogant and indifferent, yet she obeys your orders so well."

arrogant?

Su Cheng raised his eyebrows slightly. Having known each other for so long, he hadn't noticed anything arrogant about Feng Sha.
"I didn't fight you for nothing."

He temporarily suppressed his distracting thoughts and quickly said, "If you lose, call your commander."

Pei Wufeng was stunned: "Call me commander?"

"I have something to ask them."

Su Cheng raised his chin slightly: "You came to my door today, which can save me a lot of trouble."

Pei Wufeng's eyes became more and more focused, and he couldn't help but clench the sword in his arms.

"Your Excellency may have a profound cultivation, but I am no mediocre person either. I have been studying all night for the past three days and have figured out the most powerful sword. I will not necessarily lose to you—"

"Draw out your sword."

Su Cheng cut off the words calmly, making Pei Wufeng's face darken slightly.

He suddenly drew his sword from its sheath, and the twilight was cut into thousands of fragments by the sharp sword light.

"Brother, please teach me!"

Pei Wufeng instantly became one with the sword, and the sword energy condensed into a stream that swept across the air.

Su Cheng's robe fluttered wildly until the tip of the sword was three inches in front of his eyebrows. He suddenly turned his wrist and grabbed the sword's spine.

Zhi——!
Sparks flew between the sword fingers, and the strong wind gathered into a vortex in the palm of the hand. The powerful sword energy was like a drop in the ocean, and the wind and waves around suddenly died down.

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The long sword trembled violently, causing Pei Wufeng's palm to crack and bleed.

But at this moment, he stood there in a daze as if he had not noticed anything.

He could still accept it as long as Su Cheng could take the sword.

But the sword that he had used all his strength in was like a child's play in his palm. Even the scattered sword wind was completely locked in the palm of his hand! ?
"How could it be so?"

The sword was easily deflected, and Pei Wufeng stumbled back several steps, with a hint of scarlet on the corner of his mouth.

Su Cheng brushed away the star-like sword energy in his palm, his expression as calm as before: "Are you satisfied now?"

".No!"

Pei Wufeng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his expression changing constantly, and he almost clenched the hilt of the sword so tightly that it creaked.

"I still have a few swords left to strike!"

He suddenly took a step forward, and the pressure around him suddenly burst out, and the sword in his hand almost drew a shadow all over the sky!
The sword light poured out like a continuous snowstorm, but Su Cheng remained motionless, and calmly met it with one hand.

Dangdang Dangdang!
The sound of metal hitting stone was like a sudden rain, and the clanging made the blue bricks in the long street tremble slightly, which immediately attracted many people's surprise and suspicion.

There were strong gusts of wind in front of Shaying Tower, and almost only the flickering and interweaving shadows of lightning could be seen.

"Ahhhh!"

Pei Wufeng's eyes were bloodshot, and green dragons all over his body suddenly rose up. He almost lost his composure and roared wildly.

This time he really put all his strength into it, using all his sword techniques, and all his thirty years of sword training was ignited into a crazy rain of swords.

But no matter how powerful the sword is, it is still difficult to shake the opponent at all!
"Drink ah ah ah!"

Thousands of swords, tens of thousands of swords. Pei Wufeng roared like a trapped beast on the verge of death, his sleeves shredded by the gale, his arms splattered with blood. Su Cheng's eyes flashed with silver light, and his fingers and palms met every move with pinpoint precision, easily dispelling all his might and power.

"This"

Inside the Shaying Tower, all the female guards were stunned.

Although they had heard that Mr. Su was incredibly powerful, now that they had seen it with their own eyes, they knew how terrifying it was.

"Don't be so surprised." Feng Sha covered his lips and whispered, "Young Master, he hasn't shown his true ability yet."

"hiss--!"

The monks who were lurking in the dark were sweating profusely.

They had all heard about how talented Pei Wufeng was in the art of swordsmanship.

But with his Danxuan middle realm cultivation, he was just playing around in this person's hands.
"Is Pei Wufeng really in the middle Danxuan realm?"

"Look carefully!" an old man said in a low voice, "Every time Su Cheng raised his palm to block the sword, spiritual energy was wrapped around him, eliminating his sword intent into nothingness, which only created this residual ripple.

If Pei Wufeng were allowed to unleash his sword energy directly onto the ground, the area within a hundred feet would be reduced to ruins."

The monks made deductions in secret and suddenly felt a chill in their backs.

This person is definitely not only of extraordinary realm, but also has such exquisite skills. Where did he come from, killing his way through the mountains of corpses and seas of blood?
"Ahhhh!"

Pei Wufeng crushed the blue bricks with a ferocious look on his face, and spider-web cracks appeared under his feet with every step.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he held the last ray of sword intent, roaring and slashing down with all his might.

Zheng!
Su Cheng turned his palm and firmly held the sword tip, then swayed it with his hand. The sword in Pei Wufeng's hand suddenly turned into a stream of light and embedded itself into the gap in the wall dozens of feet away.

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The gale suddenly disappeared, leaving only heavy and hoarse breathing on the street.

Pei Wufeng stared blankly at his empty, blood-stained palm, standing there in a daze as if he had lost his soul.

"okay."

Su Cheng dusted his hands and said calmly, "If you have no other options, call your commander over."

Pei Wufeng slumped on the ground, beads of sweat mixed with blood dripping down his face, and replied absentmindedly:

"I understand."

"I'm already here, there's no need to do this."

The moment the low voice sounded, a figure in a black robe suddenly appeared beside Pei Wufeng and pulled him up.

Su Cheng's eyes moved slightly as he looked at the sword cultivator in front of him, thinking, "Are you the Valley Master of Chang'an Mountain?"

"Exactly."

The Lord of Chang'an Mountain had a solemn and cold expression on his face. He said in a deep voice, "Since my friend has something to discuss with you, I will naturally greet you warmly."

"Your disciple has become like this, do you mind?"

"Wu Feng's training has been too smooth, and he's become unruly. He needs to be tempered."

The Chang'an Mountain Master swung his sleeves and flung the dazed Pei Wufeng far away, where he landed in the hands of an old man in gray. "If he can figure it out after a while, it might not be a bad thing."

Su Cheng nodded in understanding: "Not bad."

Compared with the monks of other sects, Chang'an Mountain still has some "cultivation" style.

"I'll cut to the chase."

Su Cheng quickly and calmly asked, "Twenty-two years ago, did you from Chang'an Mountain send people to Qiongqing Mountain Plain to join forces with various parties to encircle and suppress a woman?"

Upon hearing this, the Chang'an Mountain Master's expression suddenly changed. "You know about this?"

"I'm quite curious about this."

Su Cheng's eyes gradually narrowed: "Who is the mastermind behind this matter?"

(End of this chapter)