Fox Demon: Starts with Lu Zu template

"They are somewhat similar in strength, but their sword techniques are different." The figure in the middle seemed to be thinking about something.

"And that sword is not Qingming."

"Let's call that guy back first. After all, she's the only one who can stay in there. Don't let her really die."

The figure on the left suddenly raised his hand, and a terrifying force surpassing the Great Demon King suddenly erupted.

A crack was torn in the dark space, and an enchanting figure staggered and fell out.

"Ahem..." The Black Fox Queen Feng Qi knelt on one knee with blood still on the corner of her mouth.

She looked up at the three figures and bowed respectfully: "My humble servant greets you three gentlemen."

"Waste." The figure in the middle said coldly.

"I asked you to test Li Chungang, and you came back in disgrace?"

Feng Qi shuddered and whispered, "Your Excellency, please understand. Li Chungang's strength far exceeds our expectations. His..."

"You don't need to tell me much about his strength." The figure on the right interrupted her.

"We just want to know if he is that person's reincarnation!"

Cold sweat broke out on Feng Qi's forehead as she recalled the scene of her fight with Li Chungang.

And she also knew who the person the other party was talking about was, Lu Dongxuan.

"Your Excellency, I...I'm not sure." She said cautiously.

"They do have some similarities, but I don't..."

"Enough." The figure in the middle waved his hand.

"Since you're not sure, keep trying."

The figure on the left suddenly retorted, "No, that monkey won't sit idly by. Just because it works this time doesn't mean it will work next time."

The three figures fell silent at the same time, as if they were weighing the pros and cons.

At the same time, the world inside the circle.

Li Chungang frowned slightly as he looked at the gradually dissipating black fog.

I didn't expect that the other party would run away.

It seemed like some kind of spatial force took the other person away in an instant.

Tushan Honghong flew over and asked, "Are you okay?"

Li Chungang shook his head, his eyes deep: "I'm fine, but it's a pity that she got away."

"What? She ran away?"

Tushan Honghong was stunned: "But I just saw that she has been given..."

"She is different." Li Chungang said in a deep voice.

"She has a strange power that allows her to revive constantly, and I just broke that power.

Or suddenly a mysterious spatial force appeared and took the other person away.

Chapter 96: Seven-year agreement, fateful showdown!

Tushan Honghong didn't take the fact that Fengqi escaped too seriously.

After all, the opponent is really difficult to kill, otherwise Zhang Sanfeng would have dealt with him long ago.

How could it still be here now?

Afterwards, Tushan Honghong and Li Chungang took the unconscious Shi Kuan back to Beishan.

This matter ended perfectly and the two people's goals were achieved.

Resolve the current conflict between humans and demons.

......

When the three returned to Beishan, the entire demon clan was in an uproar.

The news that the four demon kings joined forces were defeated by one man swept the world like a hurricane.

From that day on, the three words "Li Chungang" became synonymous with legend.

The details of that battle were being told everywhere, in teahouses, taverns, streets and alleys.

"I heard that the Sword God broke the combined might of the Four Demon Kings with a single strike!"

"Not only that, my cousin was there at the time and said that Sword Master Li didn't even unsheathe his sword!"

"Bullshit! I clearly used the 'Two Sleeves Green Snake' move!"

The human cultivators straightened their backs, and the demons also restrained their arrogance.

With Li Chungang in charge, the human and demon races ushered in a rare period of peace.

The villages on the border no longer had to worry about demon attacks in the middle of the night, and even the Taoist Alliance and the Demon Alliance began formal diplomatic exchanges.

Li Chungang has been given more and more titles: Sword God, Sword Master, Human Race's No. 1 Expert, and a Sword Immortal Talent that appears once in 500 Years...

Some people even predicted that the title of the world's number one would remain in the same hands for the next sixty years.

Time flies, and seven years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Interesting things happened constantly during these seven years, and the most interesting thing was that Li Chungang, the world's number one, was constantly being challenged.

First of all, in the first year, the owner of Shenhuoshan Villa, Dongfang Guyue, took the lead in launching an uprising.

The pure sun flame burned the sky and boiled the sea, but it was no match for Li Chungang's casual sword strike.

After that battle, the flames of Shenhuoshan Villa remained unextinguished for three days and three nights.

In the same year, Wang Quan Shouzhuo, the eldest son of the Wang Quan family, realized the meaning of Wang Quan's sword from Wang Quan's sword and invited Li Chungang to fight at Wang Quan's house.

That day, thousands of swords rang out, but they were all overshadowed by Li Chungang's swordsmanship.

Starting from the second year, a young man named Wang Xianzhi emerged.

He challenges Li Chungang once a year, and this is the sixth time.

Although he was defeated repeatedly, his strength was improving at a speed visible to the naked eye.

People in the martial arts world call him a "martial arts fanatic" and say he is the next Li Chungang.

But unfortunately, the two lived in the same era.

On the top of Wudang Mountain, a sea of ​​clouds rolls.

Zhang Fuyao looked at the persistent young man in front of him and shook his head helplessly: "I don't know whether to say you are determined or foolish?"

Wang Xianzhi stood with his hands behind his back, his face already covered with traces of time.

His eyes were calmer than they were seven years ago, but the sharpness between his brows had not diminished in the slightest.

"Master, this time is different," Wang Xianzhi said softly, "I've already touched that threshold."

Zhang Fuyao raised his eyebrows: "Oh?"

Zhang Fuyao stroked his white beard, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

For seven years, he witnessed with his own eyes how Wang Xianzhi was defeated by Li Chungang's sword time and time again, and how he broke through himself time and time again.

It was as if he had been given a cheat code, and his growth rate was so fast that even he was amazed.

"Whatever." Zhang Fu shook his head, a helpless yet relieved smile appearing on his face.

"But please don't tear down Wudang Mountain, or how can I face my ancestors in the underworld?"

Wang Xianzhi clasped his fists solemnly and said, "Please remember this, my disciple. I will try my best to be restrained."

The mountain breeze blew by, picking up a few fallen leaves.

Zhang Fuyao looked at Wang Xianzhi, who was infatuated with him, and suddenly a realization arose in his heart - this era was destined to shine because of them.

Tushan, the fox demon's palace.

"Sister! Stinky Sesame and that Li Chungang are going to fight again!" Tushan Yaya rushed into the hall. "I heard that this time the location is Wudang Mountain!"

Tushan Honghong was reviewing documents at her desk. Upon hearing this, the tip of her pen paused slightly, and a small patch of ink spread out on the rice paper.

She put down her brush and regained her composure the moment she looked up: "Ya'er, I've told you countless times that you must knock before entering the palace."

"Oh, sister, this is not important!" Tushan Yaya jumped to the table and supported her hands on the table.

"Let's go watch the match! Cheer for Stinky Sesame! He's lost so many times, he must win this time!"

Tushan Honghong gently closed the document, her movements graceful and slow: "When did he become one of us in Tushan?"

"He... isn't he originally from Tushan?" Tushan Yaya said confidently, "He is from Tushan in life and from Tushan in death."

Hearing this, Tushan Honghong stood up, her red skirt flowing like water.

She walked up to Yaya, squatted down, and gently stroked her sister's head: "If Yaer wants to go, go with Rongrong. Sister is busy and doesn't have time to go."

"Huh?" Tushan Yaya pouted, "Sister always says that..."

Tushan Honghong had already turned and walked towards the inner hall, her back as straight as a pine tree.

Tushan Yaya looked thoughtfully in the direction her sister left. Although she was confused, she didn't say anything.

At this time, she still naively thought that her sister was simply not interested.

Tushan Honghong stopped only after Tushan Yaya's footsteps faded away.

She raised her hand and pressed it on her chest, not knowing why she felt a dull pain in her heart.

"Li Chungang..." she murmured softly, with a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.

On the day of the duel, the gates of Wudang Mountain were wide open.

This holy land of swordsmanship, which has been silent for many years, ushered in an unprecedented grand occasion today.

From the foot of the mountain to the top, it was crowded with people who came to watch the game.

There are flags of the major families in the Taoist Alliance, emblems of the martial arts sects, and many figures of the demon tribe shuttled among them.

"Look! That's the flying sword of the Wangquan family!"

"Oh my god, even the Poison King of the Southern Kingdom is here!"

"Isn't that Fan Yunfei from the Western Region over there? And the Demon Emperor of Beishan!"

Discussions arose one after another.

At the mountain gate, Wudang disciples were busy guiding guests to the viewing platform.

The young Taoist priest wiped his sweat and sighed to his senior brother beside him: "We Wudang really should recruit more disciples..."

On the viewing platform, Dongfang Guyue and Wang Quan Shouzhuo stood side by side.

Seven years have passed, and the two have become more calm and composed, no longer as aggressive as before.

"Brother Shouzhuo, who do you think will win this time?" Dongfang Guyue asked casually.

Wang Quan Shouzhuo gently stroked the Wang Quan sword at his waist: "I don't know."

"Oh? You don't know?"

"It's not that I don't trust Brother Li," Wang Quan said with a far-sighted gaze, "but you and I have both witnessed Wang Xianzhi's rapid progress over the past seven years."

Dongfang Guyue was about to respond when she suddenly sensed something and turned to look at the sky: "Here they come!"

A green sword light cut through the sky, and Li Chungang came forward with his sword, his green robe fluttering, his demeanor even better than before.

He landed lightly on the arena, and the wooden horse and ox shone with a warm luster in the sunlight.

"Sorry I'm late." He looked around and bowed with a smile.

Chapter 97: The Heavenly Emperor Fist is released! Shakes the world!

"Lord Sword God!"

"Sword God Li!"

"This style is indeed the best in the world!"