Comprehensive Martial Arts: Starting the Game in Snow Moon City

Lin Heng’s words shocked Luo Qingyang again.

There was a hint of envy in Luo Qingyang's tone.

"The spirit of a young man is truly unstoppable. The free and easy swordsman is so carefree."

"If I were like you when I was young, maybe..."

Luo Qingyang shook his head helplessly again. He couldn't even stand up now.

What's more, they broke into the palace and brought the person out.

Lin Heng was in no mood to care about Luo Qingyang now. The voice of the system came from his head again.

"Congratulations to the host, you have challenged the Lone Sword Immortal Luo Qingyang, and your attack power is 90%. You have obtained a total of 5000 challenge points. The mall for redeemable goods has been unlocked, and more goods are available to the host..."

Lin Heng took a look and found that his points had now accumulated to more than 10,000.

He touched the hilt of the sword and nodded repeatedly.

If there is a chance, I should reforge the Shanhe Sword.

There is a lot of good stuff in the system.

All are equipped.

As long as you keep challenging yourself, you will get plenty of points.

No matter who you treat, you must not treat the Shanhe Sword unfairly.

The Red King Xiao Yu's face was distorted with anger.

He never thought that even after he had played out his trump card, he was still no match for Lin Heng.

But facing such a situation, he didn't dare to offend Lin Heng easily.

He didn't dare to offend him after he defeated Luo Qingyang and won a great victory.

He quickly took his men with him and quietly left when no one was paying attention.

But Marquis Lan Yue felt a pang of pain in his flesh.

This Qianjintai is extremely valuable, and every inch of it is worth a lot of money. Even the drinking cups are made of top-quality glass.

Now there was nothing.

Such a huge platform is not enough for the two of them to hold their swords.

"This loss is really huge."

Lin Heng injuring Luo Qingyang was not enough to make him happy.

But the rewards given by the system made him smile.

"Lone Sword Immortal, go back and steadily improve your realm. Maybe sooner or later, we can have another fight."

"There's a saying, don't bully the poor young people... Sorry, don't bully the poor middle-aged people!"

Luo Qingyang felt extremely insulted and didn't even want to say a word.

He turned around silently, with endless regrets, and leaped away from Apocalypse City with his newly recovered inner strength.

The battle between Lin Heng and Luo Qingyang had already spread throughout the entire Tianqi and Beili.

This story doesn't even need to be embellished; it has already become widely known.

Lin Heng has been in Tianqi City these days, waiting for someone to come and ask about the sword.

I happened to go to a restaurant for a drink today, but found that it was already crowded.

The storyteller in the hall tapped his eye, opened his folding fan with a "swish", and began to describe the battle between the sword immortals in vivid detail.

"Continuing from the last chapter, this free and easy swordsman asks for revelation from heaven with one sword, and directly asks the heroes of the world for swords on this Qianjin platform."

"Apart from the top of the best list, who else in this world has such confidence and strength? But no one dares to go!"

"Everyone is an ant under the sword of the sword immortal, and all living beings are separated. When the sword of mountains and rivers appears, there is no immortal in the world. How many people have the courage to dare to ask for the number one sword in the world?"

As the storyteller spoke, he clicked his tongue twice.

"Until one day, the Lone Sword Immortal Luo Qingyang entered the Qianjintai holding the Jiuge Sword, determined to try out the Shanhe Sword that shocked the world."

"If we talk about the Lone Sword Immortal who guarded a city and practiced swordsmanship for ten years, he would be one of the best in the sword art. Over the years, even many swordsmen did not dare to fight him."

"These two sword masters who are at the peak of their powers are about to have an unprecedented contest on the Qianjin Stage..."

The people below kept saying good things and the mood was very high.

Some people even threw copper coins and silver ingots directly on it.

Lin Heng found a seat downstairs and asked the waiter to bring two jars of wine.

He sat in a corner, listening silently to the storyteller's somewhat exaggerated description.

"It is said that the Lone Sword Immortal Luo Qingyang used the sword of national mourning. How sad was that sword? The murderous aura spread for a hundred miles, and even asked what kind of sadness could be compared to the national mourning."

"I saw that this free and easy swordsman was not in a hurry. He endowed the meaning of mountains and rivers into the sword. He slashed it with his sword. It was a magnificent scene in the world. The sorrow of mountains and rivers was comparable to the national mourning."

"In this first round, Lone Sword Immortal has already lost the upper hand!"

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The storyteller was so excited and spitting that he attracted a group of people around him.

The restaurant, which usually had relatively slow business, was now packed with people.

Before Lin Heng had a few drinks, a tall man sat directly opposite him.

The man was carrying a huge sword on his back and looked rather tired, but his eyes were filled with endless murderous intent and a strong smell of blood.

When Lin Heng saw someone sitting opposite him without his permission, instead of getting angry, he couldn't help but laugh.

"I have been asking Jian Tianqi for so many days, but apart from the Lone Sword Immortal Luo Qingyang, I haven't seen any other masters. It turns out that masters are among the common people. I should go out more often in lively places!"

As Lin Heng spoke, he took another cup, poured a glass of wine, and pushed it over.

The man opposite was not polite and took the wine directly. He drank it in one gulp and the wine in the glass was almost empty.

He opened the jar of wine next to him, gulped down a few big gulps of wine, and then wiped his mouth with his sleeve.

"I just killed a lot of people. I don't want to ask about your sword. If there is a chance, we will have a decisive battle in the future."

"But at that time, I hope you are still the top of the sword martial arts world, because I only want to compete with the number one!"

Lin Heng couldn't help but find it somewhat interesting and played with the wine glass in his hand.

"A sword that kills people, yet it also carries such a strong sense of martial arts. Your sword is simple, yet powerful, just like you. You can see the end of it at a glance, yet it seems impossible to see through it."

"You are simple and unpretentious, but you are full of murderous intent. There is no one like you in the sword world, because as long as you appear in the martial arts world, you will definitely be feared by the people in the martial arts world."

The man stood up directly.

"We just met by chance, why bother to pursue too much."

"I was there when you fought Luo Qingyang. Your sword style is very unique, and the meaning of the sword keeps changing, making it hard to understand. I don't see any weakness in it. You are indeed very strong."

"Thank you for the wine today. We will definitely meet again when we have the chance. But when that time comes, maybe it will be either you or me who will die!"

Seeing that he was about to leave, Lin Heng did not stop him, but suddenly asked.

"Your Excellency should at least leave a name. My sword never kills nameless people."

The man paused, glanced over his head at Lin Heng, and then spoke slowly.

"Dugu Qiubai!"