Chapter 37: Seizing the Sword
“Today is my chance to avenge my shame.”
A cold killing intent flashed in Liu Ruilong’s eyes, and he headed towards Pei Xuanjing full of anger.
As the legitimate son of the head of the Liu family, and because he showed extraordinary talent for cultivation since childhood, Liu Ruilong has lived a life full of praise and pride since he was a child.
In his early twenties, he was already a seventh-level warrior. He was considered a top-notch genius in the entire Anping Mansion, and he was worthy of the praise given to him by others.
He once thought that he was the destined son of the Liu family, just like Tie Qianshan more than 20 years ago. He would lead the Liu family to rise step by step and become as big a force as the Iron Palm Sect.
But, everything came to an abrupt end on that day.
A person he had never heard of suddenly appeared in front of him. With just one move, he broke his hand tendon, leaving him without the courage to strike again.
For Liu Ruilong, who was extremely proud, this was almost something he could not even think about. At that moment, his pride was completely shattered and his dignity was trampled under the feet of the other party.
From that day on, Pei Xuanjing became his nightmare. Even if his father found a magical elixir for him and helped him heal his injury, there was still a shadow in his heart that was difficult to erase.
Later, when the news came, when he learned that the other party actually showed the strength of a fifth-grade warrior, and also killed two fifth-grade warriors and several sixth-grade warriors from the Liu family and the Shen Chamber of Commerce, Liu Ruilong felt an uncontrollable feeling in his heart. of fear.
Even though, it was because he had broken through to the sixth level with the help of his family's resources.
At this time, Liu Ruilong already knew that unless he killed the other party with his own hands, the other party would forever become a nightmare on his cultivation path.
However, facing a genius who was younger than himself and more talented than himself, even Liu Ruilong felt powerless in his heart.
"Ruilong, pick up this flaming sword and personally chop off Pei Xuanjing's head. My father will believe in you."
This was what Liu Chengxiong said that day when he brought the Thousand Refining Divine Weapon Flowing Fire Sword in front of him.
"Father, I will not let you down!"
Liu Ruilong struggled and hesitated, but finally took over the Flowing Fire Sword under his father's expectant eyes.
This time, he had only one purpose in entering the secret realm, and that was to kill Pei Xuanjing and eradicate the biggest nightmare on his path of cultivation.
As for the bullshit strange objects, he is not rare. He believes that as long as he can kill the opponent, he will definitely be able to break through to the third level in the future with his own ability.
"Pei Xuanjing, today I will return all the humiliation you have given me to you!"
A hint of bloodthirsty madness flashed in Liu Ruilong's eyes, and the Thousand Refining Divine Weapon Flowing Fire Sword was unsheathed in his hand.
The long sword was swung out, and the sword body ignited with red flames, slashing towards Pei Xuanjing with endless heat waves.
“Thousand Refined Divine Weapon!”
Pei Xuanjing didn’t know that just by defeating Liu Ruilong, he would have such a big impact on the opponent.
But even if he knew, he wouldn't care.
Martial arts practice is essentially a matter of sailing across the river, fighting bravely to be the first, and not allowing for the slightest concession.
And Liu Ruilong is so brooding about it, which only proves that the other party's heart in practice is not firm enough.
What's more, just judging from the other party's action of drawing a sword and killing someone after a disagreement that day, it can be seen that the other party is not a kind person. He is entirely to blame for what he is today.
Right now, what surprised Pei Xuanjing the most was that the sword in the opponent's hand turned out to be a Thousand Refining Divine Weapon.
However, the two of them attacked at the same time just now. When Liu Ruilong drew his sword, Pei Xuanjing no longer had much room to avoid.
He could only choose to hold the long sword in his hand and face him.
Cang! clang! clang!
After a few quick collisions between the two swords, the sword he took from Liu Ruilong was already full of cracks and could no longer be used.
"Pei Xuanjing, today is the day you die."
Seeing the long sword in the opponent's hand shatter into several pieces, a ferocious smile appeared on Liu Ruilong's face.
It must be said that Liu Ruilong, a sixth-grade warrior, has the help of this Thousand-Refined-level magic weapon, the Flowing Fire Sword, and his combat power is no less than that of most fifth-grade warriors. In this mysterious blessed land, as long as he doesn't run into a few people, with this magic weapon in hand, even if he can't defeat them, he can still protect himself.
But the one he provoked was Pei Xuanjing.
Pei Xuanjing is not the fifth-level realm they know, but has already reached the top level of combat power in this blessed land secret realm, and he is one of those few people.
Even without weapons in hand, he could easily deal with Liu Ruilong who showed off his power with magic weapons.
"Haha, it's up to you."
Pei Xuanjing smiled disdainfully, turned around, and stopped confronting the opponent head-on.
The steps under his feet were mysterious, and his palms were discharged one after another. Suddenly, countless palm shadows enveloped Liu Ruilong's body.
Fire Palm Technique, this is a medium martial art he obtained from Fu Zun. Although his proficiency is not high, his strength is more than enough to deal with Liu Ruilong.
"You!"
Seeing Pei Xuanjing unabashedly releasing his strength, Liu Ruilong's expression changed drastically.
"When did you break through the fourth level."
At this moment, he was a little flustered.
The twenty-year-old fourth-level warrior will definitely surprise the entire Anping Mansion and even the Northwest Road after this news spreads.
That's it!
Pei Xuanjing also took advantage of this moment and took advantage of the opponent's panic. He pointed his sword with his right hand. The true energy in his body gathered on it, and several invisible sword energy thrust out, stabbing towards Liu Ruilong's wrist.
A sword energy stabbed Liu Ruilong's wrist. By coincidence, it was exactly where Pei Xuanjing broke his hand tendon. His wrist hurt and he dropped the magic weapon in his hand.
“Not good!”
Panic flashed in Liu Ruilong’s eyes, and he was about to grab the sword again.
But Pei Xuanjing moved faster than him. He took a step forward and slapped Liu Ruilong on the chest. He was like a kite with its string broken. He vomited blood and retreated several feet in succession.
Pei Xuanjing also grabbed the magic weapon at this time.
In an instant, the outcome was decided.
Liu Ruilong, who originally relied on the magic weapon in his hand, might have been able to stalemate with Pei Xuanjing for several rounds, but now that the magic weapon fell into Pei Xuanjing's hands, he was completely unresponsive.
At this time, Liu Ruilong did not care about his injuries and had the idea of escape in his mind.
"Quickly, kill him!"
He quickly called to the men he brought, hoping that these people would buy him some time.
"Haha, want to escape?"
Unfortunately, all this is in vain.
The highest strength of this group of people is the same as Liu Ruilong's sixth level. Even if there are many people, it is impossible to stop Pei Xuanjing in front of Pei Xuanjing who has the magic weapon in hand.
With one killing step and a few breaths, several members of the Liu family were killed by Pei Xuanjing at his feet.
The remaining people looked at Pei Xuanjing, their bodies trembling and their faces hesitant to move forward.
Pei Xuanjing came to Liu Ruilong in a few steps. Without hesitation, he raised his sword and was about to lower it.
“Stop!”
(End of this chapter)