Chapter 19: Sword Test, Wu Liang Is Wu Liang After All

As soon as these words came out, the monks in front of Longmen Hall were in an uproar.

Some thought he was courageous, some thought he was overestimating his own abilities, and some thought the Seven Peaks were at the end of their rope and actually sent such a monk with no fighting power to die.

"Wu Liang, why don't you stay in the secular world and be the leader of your Beggars' Sect? Why do you have to come and die?"

Jin Hezhi, who was pretending to be Huangqi, held the bloody sword in his hand and looked at Xu Taiping with a sneer on his face.

"Huangqi, you should solve it quickly."

After sensing the weak blood energy on "Wu Liang", Wumei, who was pretending to be Yan Bing, was a little uninterested, and at the same time, he began to communicate with Duyan again in his heart.

"They are discussing how to divide up... divide up the disciples of Qingxuannu..."

Ping An communicated with Xu Taiping at this time.

"Well, I understand."

Xu Taiping responded in his heart, and tightened the sword in his hand a little bit, and then pointed the sword at Jin Hezhi and the other three again and said:

"According to the rules of Qingxuan Sword, I am the disciple of the head sect and have the right to receive the sword. If one of you refuses to draw the sword, it will be considered a failure to ask for the sword."

As if in response to Xu Taiping's words, a roar of "booming" suddenly sounded among the peaks of Qingxuan Yunlu Mountain.

Hearing this, the three people who originally had either contempt, indifference, or ridicule on their faces, all changed their expressions, and their eyes were full of murderous intent.

"No, you are wrong."

Jin Hezhi crossed his arms and took a step back, letting Su Mu on the side move to the front, and then continued:

"As long as you die, we don't have to draw the sword."

When he said this, Jin Hezhi's eyes were cold.

At the same time, Su Mu, whose eyes were a little dull, dragged his long-handled two-handed sword and approached Xu Taiping step by step.

"Eighth Junior Brother, you are no match for them, come back!"

"Eighth Junior Brother, come here!"

Seeing this, Zhao Linglong and others shouted loudly to Xu Taiping again.

If it weren't for the injuries on her body, Zhao Linglong would have rushed over and pulled Xu Taiping back.

"Old Eight!"

Seeing that Xu Taiping was indifferent to the shouts of the crowd, the head of the sect, Zhao Qian, who had been silent for a long time, spoke again.

On hearing this, Xu Taiping turned his head away.

"Come back, Old Eight."

Zhao Qian did not blame "Wu Liang", but smiled slightly and waved at him.

"Master appreciates your intention, but there is no need to give up your life in vain."

He continued.

Xu Taiping also smiled slightly when he heard this, and then shook his head and said:

"Master, believe me."

This voice, as well as this look and smile, appeared on Old Eight, which shocked the head of the sect, Zhao Qian, and made him confused.

"Zheng!..."

Before Zhao Qian thought about it, a sharp sword sound suddenly exploded.

Following the sound, I saw Su Mu holding a sword in both hands, carrying a sword light several dozen feet long, and slashing at the eighth Wu Liang with a sword as powerful as a raging wave.

"Bang!"

Amid the violent collision, Wu Liang rolled to the ground and barely avoided Su Mu's sword.

But he looked particularly embarrassed.

Originally, seeing that Wu Liang dared to challenge the three of them alone, many cultivators thought he had hidden some killers, but they didn't expect Wu Liang to be the same Wu Liang, and they couldn't help but feel disappointed.

For example, the yellow bird.

"Wu Liang is Wu Liang after all, not Xu Taiping."

The yellow bird sighed.

When he saw Wu Liang take the initiative to stand up and take the sword, the figure of Xu Taiping suddenly appeared in the yellow bird's mind, and he inexplicably had a little expectation for him.

"There is only one Xu Taiping in the world, and there is only one junior brother of the Seven Peaks."

Seeing Wu Liang on the altar, still dodging in a panic, the yellow bird smiled bitterly.

"Buzz buzz buzz..."

Just as Huang Que began to reconsider how to take more Qingxuan disciples away, the spiritual mirror in his hand that checked the number of spectators and the amount of gold and essence money received suddenly made a "buzzing" sound.

Huang Que looked down and found that the number of spectators, which had been less than 100, suddenly jumped to 300. The amount of gold and essence money that had not been used for a long time was also rising, and it was about to break one million.

"If Qingxuan is gone, what will happen if the gold and essence money doubles?"

Looking at the amount of gold and essence money that kept rising, Huang Que sighed, without a trace of joy on his face.

He even thought of closing the patrol mountain realm.

"Forget it, if Qingxuan is really gone, this money can still be used to resettle the surviving Qingxuan disciples."

After careful consideration, Huang Que decided to continue to open the patrol mountain mirror.

Immediately, his eyes fell on Zhao Qian at the back of the altar, and then he murmured:

"Master Zhao can't watch the entire Qingxuan being destroyed by Wumianlou, but the price paid may not be affordable for the current Qingxuan, otherwise he would have taken action long ago."

After contacting him for a few years, Huang Que had a new understanding of Qingxuan, the seemingly mercenary master.

Knowing that this person is very cunning, he always considers the worst situation first.

"Shua!..."

Just when Huang Que began to place all his hopes on Zhao Qian, Wu Liang, the seventh peak and eighth disciple who kept dodging on the altar, was finally hit by Su Mu's sword.

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, the golden rune shield formed by the golden body talisman on Wu Liang's body was instantly shattered, and his chest, which was already covered in blood, had another wound deep enough to see the bone.