Free Web NovelChapter 1172: Chapter 1171: White-Clad Swordfighter
"That’s great!"
Luo Xian’er looked at Shen Qianlang with excitement. The latter’s talent was originally the best in Qingcheng Palace, and he didn’t disappoint her. Indeed, he successfully comprehended the extremely difficult peerless swordsmanship—Green Lotus Sword Song.
"It’s all thanks to the notes left by Ling Chen. Without reading his personal insights on the Green Lotus Sword Song, learning these two sword techniques would have been impossible."
Shen Qianlang shook his head. The Green Lotus Sword Song is elusive and extremely mystical. No wonder Qingcheng Palace had only guarded this song for so long without anyone mastering it.
Only a peerless genius like Ling Chen could possibly comprehend the moves of the Green Lotus Sword Song.
"Ling Chen, hmm?"
Upon hearing the name Ling Chen, Luo Xian’er’s beautiful eyes revealed a hint of longing.
In these two years, the name Ling Chen had been heard many times, each time causing a sensation across the Nine Provinces Land. However, taking into account the time, she hadn’t seen Ling Chen for a long time.
If Ling Chen were here, they wouldn’t be bullied by a mere Great Eagle.
But now, there was already a difference in status between Ling Chen and them. Moreover, Ling Chen had already helped them enough before; she had no reason to ask Ling Chen to do more for them. Ling Chen had already done well enough.
If it weren’t for Ling Chen, the Qing Mountain Sword Sect would probably never have been established, and they would have long been captured by the Tang Sect.
"Junior Sister, don’t worry. With the Green Lotus Sword Song, I won’t put Teng Sha in my eyes."
Seeing through Luo Xian’er’s concerns, Shen Qianlang immediately comforted her.
However, upon hearing these words, Teng Sha’s expression quickly turned ugly, then he laughed angrily, "Not in your eyes? You really dare to say that, thinking you’ve learned two sword techniques, you can be arrogant in front of me? Foolish to the extreme!"
"Talk is cheap."
A hint of coldness flashed across Shen Qianlang’s face. No longer wishing to waste words with the opponent, he suddenly charged out, the Treasure Sword in his hand glowing blue, slashing toward Teng Sha.
Even before the sword technique was deployed, the powerful aura had already locked onto Teng Sha.
"Ascending Green Lotus!"
Shen Qianlang shouted, fully executing the Ascending Green Lotus style. A giant sword qi lotus expanded rapidly, exuding vitality, growing at an impressive speed centered around Shen Qianlang’s body.
A murderous intent flashed in his eyes. Shen Qianlang detested the actions of the Great Eagle Gate deeply, sparing no effort now, determined to slash Teng Sha apart!
Yet, Teng Sha stood fearlessly in place, a mocking smile on his lips. Just as Shen Qianlang was about to strike, a sudden black shadow flashed out from the Great Eagle Gate crowd behind him.
The black shadow moved incredibly fast, appearing before Teng Sha in the blink of an eye. Instantly, a strong aura exploded from the shadow’s body!
"Is it... a Half-Saint Powerhouse?!"
Feeling the aura of the black shadow, Shen Qianlang’s eyes narrowed, a hint of shock emerged. The black shadow turned out to be a Half-Saint Powerhouse!
When the black shadow appeared, it suddenly activated True Qi, and a black eagle burst forth from its hand, bombarding Shen Qianlang.
Boom!
The black eagle crashed into Shen Qianlang, instantly shattering the fierce Sword Momentum around him, scattering it, forcing Shen Qianlang himself back with the powerful force.
After repelling Shen Qianlang, the black shadow struck again, enveloping himself in explosive True Qi, forming a black eagle shape, and lunged toward Shen Qianlang.
"Blue Lotus Capture!"
Shen Qianlang didn’t hesitate, deploying the Green Lotus Sword Song’s Second Style, a giant sword qi lotus came forth, meeting the attack.
The black eagle and sword qi lotus intertwined in the air briefly, sparks flew, but with a sharp cry from the black shadow, the sword qi lotus ultimately faltered and collapsed.
Spurt!
As the sword qi lotus collapsed, Shen Qianlang spewed a blood mist into the air, plummeting from the sky.
"Haha, Second Uncle, well done!"
Seeing Shen Qianlang defeated by the black shadow, Teng Sha laughed gleefully, his gaze falling on Shen Qianlang, a cold light flickered in his eyes, "How is it, do you realize the power now? I tell you, not even the Lord Tiantai can save you today."
"Stop procrastinating. Bring these two back to the Great Eagle Gate and extract what we want from them."
The black shadow looked up, revealing a stern face of a middle-aged man, said coldly.
"Yes, Second Uncle."
Teng Sha nodded, then gestured to his disciples at the Great Eagle Gate, "Go! Take these two away for me."
Following his words, among the Great Eagle Gate disciples, four people separated, advancing toward Shen Qianlang and Luo Xian’er.
"Damn, in the end, we still fall into these people’s hands?!"
Shen Qianlang felt unwilling. The power of the Green Lotus Sword Song was indeed great, but his cultivation was too low to unleash its true power. Otherwise, even against a Half-Saint, he wouldn’t have been defeated so quickly.
"Perhaps this is our fate."
Luo Xian’er sighed, her face gray, muttering to herself, "Farewell, Brother Ling Chen..."
No matter what means they used, she would never hand over the Green Lotus Sword Song, even if it meant death. She hoped that when Ling Chen learned of her demise, he might avenge her.
The remaining disciples of the Qing Mountain Sword Sect also looked despairing, thinking today was the end of the sect.
However, at this moment, a sudden wind-breaking sound echoed from the sky not far away. As everyone looked toward the sound, they saw a sword light quickly approaching in the air, like a meteor, landing over the square in the blink of an eye, crashing forcefully at the center.
Sword qi exploded. The four Great Eagle Gate disciples intending to capture Shen Qianlang and Luo Xian’er were swept away by the sword wave, coughing blood.
At the impact point of the sword light was a sharp Treasure Sword, planted upright in the square center.
"Who are you?"
Teng Sha’s expression changed drastically. His gaze suddenly shifted toward a nearby white jade pillar, atop which stood a white-clad swordfighter.
This white-clad swordfighter possessed a peerless aura, ethereal and refined. A Ghost Mask concealed his face. The white-clad fighter gestured, and the dazzling Treasure Sword automatically flew up, returning straight to his sword scabbard.
