Zuo Lengchan's face turned pale and he didn't say a word. He moved his footsteps and turned to the side. The long sword quickly stabbed Tang Jinlou's back waist. The sword was fast and accurate. Zuo Lengchan believed that no sword had such speed in his life, but when he handed it out, his heart sank. Tang Jinlou's body turned and turned to face him. Then he paused, took a step back, and avoided the sword.

Zuo Lengchan saw clearly that his movement and sword-drawing speed were much faster than Tang Jinlou. However, it seemed that all the changes in the outside world had already been understood by Tang Jinlou. He even felt that when he was about to set off his sword, Tang Jinlou had already moved. This speed gap could not bring him any advantage at all.

Zuo Lengchan felt cold in his heart, but his move was faster. He moved quickly, his figure was as charming as he was extremely fast. However, no matter whether he moved forward or wandered left and right, his flaws seemed to be clearly seen by Tang Jinlou. Often, when he saw the flaws of Tang Jinlou, his footsteps began to move, the jade flute in Tang Jinlou's hand had already been handed to the empty place. When his body moved, it seemed as if he had hit the flute. He forced him to retreat, and even the aura of his wish was constantly disrupted.

Zuo Lengchan circled around Tang Jinlou, pausing, jumping, and turning back from time to time, and became more and more frightened as he beat. Suddenly, he shouted loudly and retreated.

Zuo Lengchan placed the long sword pillar on the ground, leaned against the sword, staring at Tang Jinlou. After a long time, he sighed and said, "Good sword technique." He raised his left hand and saw that there was no wound or blood on it, but his arms trembled and could not stop.

Tang Jinlou said lightly: "I haven't drawn my sword yet."

Zuo Lengchan's eyes narrowed, and his right hand held on the hilt of the sword couldn't help but tighten. He attacked for two rounds. They all were defeated and even suffered secret injuries. Tang Jinlou said that he had not yet set off his sword. What does this mean? His eyes followed Tang Jinlou's movements, and when he saw his right hand slowly move, he lifted the flute up.

Zuo Lengchan's thoughts turned sharply and he was thinking about countermeasures in his heart. He was full of confidence in the Evil-Baring Sword Book, but today he suffered a great loss on Chaoyang Peak, and even to this day. He still didn't understand why Tang Jinlou could make him so embarrassed. However, in any case, his speed was far above Tang Jinlou's sword technique. Therefore, no matter how incredible Tang Jinlou's sword moves were, and no one could stop him, as long as he was extremely careful and always wandered outside his sword circle, he would never risk his sword like he had just taken the risk of drawing the sword. With his own speed, Tang Jinlou could not catch up with him. His thoughts changed. Thinking of this, he calmed down. He took a deep breath and calmed down, thinking of it, saying: I want to see what kind of amazing magic sword you can use.

He looked at Tang Jinlou intently, but saw that Tang Jinlou did not use the flute as his expected, as he used the flute as a sword. He raised his hand and the flute had already placed it on his lips.

Tang Jinlou pressed his fingers on the sound hole with both hands. He glanced at Zuo Lengchan, suddenly turned his head, looked at the place where no one was around, then turned his head and said softly: "This song is called Xiao Ao Jianghu, and this sword is called Dugu Jiujian. Two seniors, let's take the move."

Zuo Lengchan was tense and thought to himself, what do the two seniors mean? Is there anyone else here? This thought flashed in his heart. He stared at Tang Jinlou, trying to see clearly what trick he was going to play.

The sound of the flute suddenly rose.

The sound seemed to come from an eternal place, or it seemed to happen from the deepest part of the heart. In an instant, Zuo Lengchan's eyes widened, his bearded hair was as if floating, as if he was floating. He waved his long sword, dancing so hard that the water could not be poured in. He shouted loudly and quickly retreated three steps backwards.

On the mountain road.

Yue Buqun and others were rushing to the top of Chaoyang Peak. Everyone was unsure whether Tang Jinlou could deal with Zuo Lengchan's evil-proof sword technique. From the bottom of their hearts, most of them had seen Dongfang Bubai's martial arts, so they were also deeply afraid of Zuo Lengchan at this time.

When the sound of the flute at the top of the peak came, everyone was busy rushing to the road without distraction. Yue Buqun, who was walking in the front, paused and stopped. Without asking why he stopped, everyone raised their heads and listened to the subtle sound.

Yue Buqun murmured, "Is this?"

Linghu Chong, who was standing beside him, said in a daze: "This is "The Smiling and Proud Wanderer", but there is no sound of the piano."

Fang Zhengdao: "Using internal force to activate the sound and subdue the opponent, the lion roar in Shaolin Temple is such a skill, but the sword intent emitted by the sound of this flute is obviously more profound and mysterious, and it is not comparable to the lion roar in a simple and skillful way."

Mr. Mo Da said, "It's very far from Chaoyang Peak. It's incredible that the sword intent can actually spread here with the sound of the flute." He paused and said, "It seems that this is the strategy of defeating the enemy that Young Master Tang came up with. If you put the sword intent into the sound of the flute, you will never be able to escape. The only thing that can be considered is whether his internal strength is enough to deal with Zuo Lengchan? If Zuo Lengchan is not afraid of his internal strength cultivation, what should he do?"

Yue Buqun was about to answer when he suddenly heard the sound of the flute and raised the scale one level. When everyone heard the sound of the flute, they didn't feel much. However, the sound of the flute changed and a solemn intention suddenly increased. Somehow, it seemed that even the breath in the dantian was slightly chaotic.

Fang Zheng's face changed drastically and he said, "Go back quickly."

Before everyone could ask in detail, they kept retreating with Fang Zheng. The sound of the flute followed like a shadow, rising all the way. Everyone felt that the breath was swaying in an inhalation, and they couldn't help but be shocked. After retreating for dozens of feet, the breath stabilized. Fang Zheng looked at everyone's faces and knew that the range of the sound of the flute had reached, his face was slightly slower, and he said, "I didn't expect that the changes in internal strength could be so profound and mysterious. It's really eye-opening."

Taoist Chongxu sighed, "We are still going to retreat continuously, Zuo Lengchan faces the sound of the flute, but he doesn't know how he can deal with it."

Among the people, Fang Zheng and Chongxu had the highest cultivation level and were affected the least. After all, the rest were masters. Although they were affected by the sound of the flute and their breath was turbulent, as long as they were a little calm, they would not be seriously injured. It was just as Chongxu said, this place was very far from the building near the Tang Dynasty, and the sound of the flute was just the aftermath at the top of Chaoyang Peak.

Yue Buqun suddenly said, "But I don't know if the disciples in the sect will hear the sound of the flute and be affected?"

Everyone looked at each other and felt that this was unlikely. Mo Da said, "This flute sound is spread purely with the sword intent. He does not have a deep cultivation level and cannot hear the flute sound. Brother Yue can rest assured."

Master Dingxian said, "But now that you have to go to the top of the peak, you have to take over his flute sound and sword intent. It's no point. It's better to go back first and take care of Senior Brother Yue's disciples first. If someone is accidentally practicing internal skills, he might be disturbed by this flute sound. As for Zuo Lengchan, he has to wait until they finish comparing."

Yue Buqun was already at this moment and nodded after hearing this, saying, "What the Master said is very true."

Everyone turned around and walked back. Yue Buqun was suddenly shocked and noticed that there was one missing person behind him, saying, "Where is Linghu Chong?"

Everyone was stunned. No one noticed just now. When Yue Buqun said it, he noticed that Linghu Chong was not there. Fang Zheng looked up and saw that Linghu Chong was sitting cross-legged on the grass beside the road several dozen feet away. He sat quietly to exercise his skills. At this time, Yue Buqun also saw him, frowned, and said, "Nonsense, I didn't follow him." As he said that, he wanted to speak for luck and call him over. Fang Zheng quickly stopped him and said, "President Yue, wait, look carefully."

Yue Buqun was stunned and looked at Linghu Chong again. Seeing him sitting quietly, as if nothing was around, his heart moved. He understood that Linghu Chong must have had some understanding at this moment, so he could not even bother to fight with everyone and practice on his own.

Fang Zheng smiled and said, "Let's go back first, I believe Young Master Linghu will follow you soon."

Linghu Chong was forgetting everything at this time, and was concentrating on observing the changes in the sound of the flute.

When the sound of the flute first moved, he immediately noticed that the true qi was abnormal. As the sound of the flute changed, the true qi contracted and expanded, like breathing. As the sound gradually increased, the change became more and more intense and became more and more uncontrollable, making him feel that Tang Jinlou could integrate the sword intent into the sound of the flute, which was simply a genius idea. But on the other hand, in his heart, a very familiar feeling arises about the sound of the flute. He knew that this was a song of the Smiling and Proud Wanderer, but he was definitely not familiar with this music score. He knew very well that what he felt was not the sword intent contained in the sound of the flute, but the sound of the flute itself.

Linghu Chong vaguely felt that this must be some key point. Before he could even say something to Yue Buqun, he sat cross-legged without hesitation, concentrating on his mind, fearing that he would lose his subtle understanding at this moment.

Linghu Chong has heard the song "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer" several times. Although he doesn't know much about the rhythm, he has a good memory. After listening to it a few times, he already knows the changes in the tune. The sound of the flute gradually rises and reaches its highest level. This is the highest part of the whole chapter of "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer" with the highest tone. Although there is less harmony of the piano and a lot of musical charm, the internal strength is boiling and difficult to control while the sound of the flute is flowing. Linghu Chong is busy adjusting his breathing luck, so there is no time for that little regret to rise.

After a while, the tune turned soft and Linghu Chong's breath calmed down. He opened his eyes, frowned and thought. After a while, his expression moved, as if he had figured out something. He stood up and ran towards the top of the peak.

He used his light skills with all his strength, almost without touching the ground, and walked quickly through the narrow road of the dangerous peaks. After walking for a cup of tea, the tune reached the highest point again. Linghu Chong's breath was in chaos, and he quickly sat down and concentrated his luck. This time he felt deeper than before. Because the distance was much closer, this time he clearly felt that the sound of the flute came, and it was like waves of tides, shaking and spreading in his dantian, carrying his own true energy, and it also shaking. Linghu Chong had all his strength to control it, always keeping his mind calm, and supporting this highest section. When the tune slowed down, the amplitude of the breath fluctuation became slow.

Linghu Chong thought to himself, it was true. As soon as the tune became weaker, he immediately rose up and rushed to the top of the peak. He took a deep breath and transported his breath to the fullest to resist the vibration of the flute. When it was less than a hundred feet away from the top of the peak, the flute sound reached the strongest chapter again. Linghu Chong groaned and sat down on the ground. At this time, his position was very close to the Tang Jinlou Tower. Even without internal force, the flute sound could come. This place was close to the area with the strongest sword intent. As soon as Linghu Chong approached, his breath was instantly disrupted.

But his expression was not at all chaotic, and there was a vague excitement to find the answer. He fell to the ground, and once again his luck adjusted his spirit. This time, the breath did not stabilize because of his breath adjustment. What was stable was that as the sound of the flute began to vibrate, the breath in the dantian, with the flute sound of the flute, flute, and fluctuated continuously. After only a moment, Linghu Chong knew that he had lost control of his true energy. Now the one who controlled his true energy was the continuous sound of the flute, and the amazing young man after the sound of the flute.

But not only did he not disappoint, he felt relieved and even smiled.

Because his previous guess was correct. From the beginning, when he heard the sound of the flute, he felt familiar. Now, he finally understood why he was familiar, because this was not "The Smiling and Proud Wanderer" at all, but the peerless sword technique Dugu Nine Swords that he has practiced for nearly ten years, making him the today's Linghu Chong's peerless sword technique Dugu Nine Swords.

Linghu Chong was fully controlling his true energy, but the sound of the flute was everywhere, and the true energy in his body was not controlled and fluctuated, like a sea tide. It was getting stronger and stronger. But he didn't seem to be worried at all, and there was even a little excitement in his eyes. The changes in internal energy felt too far away were just a little aftermath of the sword intent. Only at the center of this sound can you truly feel how mysterious the Dugu Nine Swords activated by the sound of the flute were. The chapter with strong sword intent did not last long. Then when the sound of the flute weakened, Linghu Chong did not regain his true energy as before. On the contrary, when the sound of the flute weakened, even his true energy became weak, as if a person who had been sick for a long time was overwhelmed. Under the attack of the flute, the true energy was even more unstoppable, and he could only follow the sound of the flute and flute endlessly.

He smiled slightly and murmured, "Yes, this is the Dugu Nine Swords. Whether it is a storm or a careless person, every sword is an attack on the enemy and cannot defend it. Each sword gives the opponent less retreat. It is impossible for him to have the slightest chance of fighting back until he is finally defeated."

The true energy in his body gradually dissipated, and the shock and impact became stronger and stronger. Linghu Chong closed his eyes and knew that he could no longer survive the peak of the next flute sound.

However, at this moment, his sword intent became vigorous.

"This is the Dugu Nine Swords! This is the Dugu Nine Swords!"

His eyes became brighter and brighter, and with the fluttering of the flute, all the true qi in his dantian was fluctuating in an orderly manner. However, the contraction and expansion vibration was completely uncontrollable by Linghu Chong, and it was impossible to avoid the impact on the meridians in his body.

Linghu Chong had no experience in dealing with such attacks, but he was not born to be a person who was afraid of difficulties. Even if his meridians had been damaged, even if the sound of the flute was extremely terrifying, as long as the chapter with the highest tone sounded again, he would not even have the ability to resist. This chapter was not played in sequence, just like the Nine Swords of Dugu, the sending and receiving were from people. Perhaps the next moment, the part of the flute sound that brought fatal damage to his internal strength would sound.

But he was not at all confused. On the contrary, his heart became more firm. Since he couldn't escape, how could he be afraid of this and that? Let's draw a sword!

His sword intent had been completed, and he was immediately fearless and calm as water. But in his dantian, the true energy was like a storm, rushing into the meridians unstoppable. At this moment, the sound of the flute suddenly slowed down, causing his pressure to decrease.

Tang Jinlou in the distance stopped the sound of the flute and sighed softly. It’s a pity that the winner has not been decided yet. However, Linghu Chong who suddenly appeared could no longer resist his sword intent, so he naturally would not force Xiaoyin to attack the man. What’s more, he had already made continuous moves but could not hurt him at all. It would be meaningless if he continued to compete.

Tang Jinlou was about to see Linghu Chong's situation, but suddenly his steps stopped and his expression changed. A strong desire to seek sword came tens of feet away. He frowned slightly, and after thinking for a while, he finally placed the flute at his mouth and concentrated his luck. The most important chapter of "The Smiling and Proud Wanderer" sounded instantly. He narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the direction of the woods. The sound of the flute became higher and higher. When he reached the highest point, he gradually became inauspicious. The sword intent that overflowed was still unstoppable. It was not until the last note that it fell down.

When he set out his sword, he had never used the strongest sword in order to keep the sword intent perfect and unbreakable, because if he could not defeat the enemy, the sword would not be considered perfect. At this moment, he used the highest sword intent, but his purpose was not to defeat the enemy.

He frowned and stared at the road up the mountain. After a while, Linghu Chong's figure appeared in front of him. He looked tired, pale, and there was a trace of blood hanging from the corners of his mouth, eyes, nose, and ears. But his eyes were bright and as clear as a god. Linghu Chong looked at him and smiled and said, "Good swordsmanship."

Seeing that he was not seriously injured, Tang Jinlou felt relieved and smiled, "What a great move to destroy Qi. Brother, congratulations on reaching my level last year." Although he was joking, he couldn't help but admire Linghu Chong's courage to face the difficulties and put life and death aside. He could really understand the essence of the destroy Qi in a desperate situation. Just now, he felt Linghu Chong's sword intent, which was pure and innocent and extremely sharp, and obviously was completely confident in himself, even if he didn't know how to draw the sword at all. At that moment, it was a completely feeling rather than a rational judgment. Tang Jinlou knew that Linghu Chong could break through the shackles of the sword intent, so he was willing to take the risk of drawing the sword to let Linghu Chong see what is truly brilliant internal skills.

Linghu Chong lowered his head and saw a man lying on the ground, wearing black clothes and a black scarf mask. He frowned and said, "Zuo Lengchan?"

Tang Jinlou nodded.

"He's dead?"

Tang Jin's corridor said: "Die."

Linghu Chong sighed and said, "I am worthy of being a master. I guess he is only one step away from resisting the Dugu Nine Swords that you activated with the sound of the flute."

Tang Jinlou sighed lightly and said, "Then you guessed it wrong." He turned around and walked a few steps, came to the edge of the cliff, looked at the steep scenery in the distance, and said, "After he defeated me last year, he went astray in martial arts, and his internal strength had been greatly reduced. As soon as we made a move, he could no longer resist it, but he was defeated here in the cup of tea."

Linghu Chong's expression moved: "Then why do you continue to activate the sword intent?"

Tang Jinlou said lightly: "Because this sword was not prepared for Zuo Lengchan, so it will naturally not end because of his defeat."

Linghu Chong said in surprise: "What do you mean?"

Tang Jinlou sighed softly and said, "The one who took my sword move just now at the top of this peak was Dongfang Bubai."

Linghu Chong was shocked and said, "Dongfang Bubai?" He turned around and looked around, and then turned around for a moment, and smiled bitterly, "I was actually shocked by this name. It's ridiculous. Where is he now?"

Tang Jinlou shook his head and said, "He has left."

Linghu Chong remembered the moment when the flute paused, and knew that it was because of his own reasons that the two interrupted the battle. He asked thoughtfully: "The post-natal is the eighth day of the sixth lunar month. Will he come again?"

Tang Jinlou said lightly: "I don't think so."

Linghu Chong asked, "Why?"

Tang Jinlou looked up at the distance and said, "He is not Zuo Lengchan. His internal skills are superb and his body skills have reached the pinnacle. I incorporated Dugu Nine Swords into the sound of the flute to find his flaws. Although this method can ignore his speed, his internal skills have entered the realm of transformation, so it still does not work for him in the end. Since he has left, he probably doesn't want to know whether my destructive move can break his advanced cultivation."

Linghu Chong had an idea and realized that he had just broken through the Qi-breaking style, and accidentally revealed some of the mystery of this sword move, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

He looked up from afar and thought, this competition was in vain. Will Dongfang Bubai still kill them? He had just turned this thought in his mind, and he couldn't help but find it funny. He remembered Dongfang Bubai, who had only seen Dongfang Bubai, but now he thinks about it, but it seems that he has known each other for many years. He doesn't have to think about it, and he knows how Dongfang Bubai will do it.

Linghu rushed forward, walked to the side of Tang Jinlou, looked at the cliffs and the lonely peaks and dangerous ridges in the distance, and sighed: "I have been driven by the world over the years, and I can't help but feel unwilling to take a good look at the majestic scenery of Mount Hua."

Tang Jinlou murmured softly: "Yes."

On a mountain in the distance, a bird was startled, and it flew everywhere covering the sky and the sun. Linghu Chong said in surprise: "It's the Grand Master."

Tang Jinlou closed his eyes, started qigong, and listened carefully. He could only hear the sound of wind and clear roaring from afar from the direction of the cliff of thought. Although the sound did not change in tune, it could still make people hear that he was in a good mood. Tang Jinlou had a smile on his lips and thought to himself, seeing that he was in a good mood, maybe he would be able to meet him again in a short while.

Apart from the whistling sound, a faint sound of piano came out. Tang Jinlou's heart moved. Listening to the sound of piano carefully, it was "The Smiling, Proud Wanderer". The piano player has great attainments, and the tone is smooth and natural, like flowing water, moistening his heart. Tang Jinlou listened quietly and couldn't help but become obsessed.

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