Chapter 23: He Lost!

Sword technique?

This finger strike was actually a sword technique?

How was this possible?

Upon hearing the words of Imperial Preceptor Jinlun, the heroes present suddenly gasped. This was a sword technique, yet they had failed to recognize it!

“Rong’er, is Wei Ziqing truly using a sword technique?” Guo Jing’s face was also shocked. Although he had vaguely sensed something, he could not see through Wei Ziqing’s moves at a single glance like Imperial Preceptor Jinlun did!

“Yes, it is a sword technique!” Huang Rong nodded solemnly. “However, this sword technique is very strange. I cannot tell what it is at all. Also, Brother Jing, did you notice? When Wei Ziqing dodged Huo Du’s palm just now, he actually used the Soul Shifting Method to make Huo Du miss. His movements were so fast that even Huo Du himself did not notice it!”

“The Soul Shifting Method? Isn’t that a move from the Nine Yin Manual? How does he know it?”

In the current Wulin, those who knew the Nine Yin Manual could be counted on one hand. Besides themselves, Island Master Huang, his eldest brother Zhou Botong, and Hong Qigong, no one else knew it. Could Wei Ziqing actually know the Nine Yin Manual?

“I don’t know, but I do know that Wei Ziqing is not simple!” Huang Rong shook her head with a bitter smile. Wei Ziqing was the only person she could not see through!

Wei Ziqing had no interest in the shock of the crowd. His face remained calm and completely unaffected.

He looked indifferently at Imperial Preceptor Jinlun, who looked gloomy despite his fake smile, and said, “If you want to know, why not come up and try it yourself?”

Imperial Preceptor Jinlun was stunned for a moment, and then his expression became even gloomier. He, Golden Wheel, was the first protector and Imperial Advisor of the Great Mongol Empire, and his strength had reached the level of a Peak Expert. Now that he was being provoked by this junior, how could he not be angry?

“Since that is the case, then this Imperial Advisor shall play with you, little brother!”

Imperial Preceptor Jinlun sneered. He stomped his foot, and the ground beneath him instantly cracked like a spiderweb. His figure became like a violent dragon and elephant as he crashed toward Wei Ziqing.

That terrifying momentum actually created a fierce wind from his palm across the large arena, causing those with lower cultivation to turn pale instantly!

“Dragon Elephant Banruo Art!”

Huang Rong’s expression changed when she saw this, and she let out a cry of alarm, immediately attracting the attention of many people.

“Aunt Guo, what is the Dragon Elephant Banruo Art?” Yang Guo had never seen Huang Rong lose her composure like this, so he hurriedly asked!

“The Dragon Elephant Banruo Art is a supreme guardian skill of the Esoteric Sect. It is divided into twelve levels. Each level possesses the strength of one dragon and one elephant. Imperial Preceptor Jinlun’s cultivation has reached the Peak now; he has trained the Dragon Elephant Banruo Art to the tenth level. That means he possesses the strength of ten dragons and ten elephants! Wei Ziqing might be…”

Huang Rong swallowed hard. Forget Wei Ziqing, even if her Brother Jing’s Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms faced Imperial Preceptor Jinlun, it would not be a simple matter!

Hearing this, the people around them, including Yang Guo, couldn’t help but gasp. Imperial Preceptor Jinlun was so terrifying that they began to worry for Wei Ziqing in secret.

However, unlike them, the people of the Quanzhen Sect showed looks of joy in their eyes upon hearing this.

Especially Sun Bu’er, whose eyes suddenly lit up with a flash of Resentment. Only one person’s expression remained unchanged, and that was Little Dragon Maiden!

Perhaps she did not know him very well, but she knew that he would not be in trouble!

It was a confidence that came from nowhere!

“Come!”

Wei Ziqing’s face showed an unprecedented seriousness, and the Azure Light Sword suddenly appeared in his hand. He had not expected Imperial Preceptor Jinlun to be so terrifying.

But Wei Ziqing felt no fear. On the contrary, he became increasingly excited!

He had lacked an opponent!

Since coming to the Divine Condor World, his chances to truly fight were pitifully few. And this Imperial Preceptor Jinlun was definitely the greatest enemy he had ever faced!

Only with pressure is there motivation to move forward!

Only a powerful expert could refine him!

Years ago, the Sword Demon Dugu Qiubai defeated every enemy in the world, which led him to return to a single sword. Today, Wei Ziqing was the same!

At this moment, a terrifying Sword Intent suddenly erupted from Wei Ziqing’s body. In the large space, just like Imperial Preceptor Jinlun, a sharp wind swept out in an instant!

This momentum was not weaker than Imperial Preceptor Jinlun’s; in fact, it vaguely held the upper hand!

He moved!

His first strike was the Palm-Breaking style of the Nine Swords of Dugu!

At this moment, the palm and the sword clashed!

At this moment, time seemed to stand still!

At this moment, everyone’s breath froze!

Their eyes stared intently at the movements of the two men!

Until the two stood back to back and stopped!

Wei Ziqing pointed his sword diagonally toward the ground, his face extremely pale. A trace of blood leaked from the corner of his mouth. Behind him, Imperial Preceptor Jinlun stood still, his expression unchanged!

“This…” Looking at the two motionless figures, the heroes below looked at each other. Even though they had tried their best to see the movements, they still did not know what had happened.

Right now, no one knew if this battle was a victory or a defeat!

“He lost!” Huang Rong’s expression became very complex. This was an outcome she had not expected!

“Yes, he lost. His strength is greater than mine. Even I am not sure if I could defeat him!” Guo Jing’s face was full of admiration.

Hearing “he” from Huang Rong and Guo Jing, the expressions of the heroes changed. They looked at Imperial Preceptor Jinlun, who stood with his back turned and an unchanged face, and then at the pale Wei Ziqing. They felt a great deal of pity in their hearts.

The result was already obvious!

Wei Ziqing had lost!

“Lost? Who would have thought, Wei Ziqing, that you would have a day like this!” Sun Bu’er, Hao Datong, and others looked very satisfied.

The disciples of the Quanzhen Sect all breathed sighs of relief. It was good and wonderful that Wei Ziqing lost. If this little animal had not lost today, would the Quanzhen not have suffered the humiliation from Wei Ziqing for nothing?

At this moment, they were not worried about the future of the Central Plains Wulin. Instead, they were grateful for the arrival of the Mongol Barbarians!

However, just as they were secretly rejoicing, the previously calm face of Imperial Preceptor Jinlun suddenly turned bright red. His entire body trembled violently, as if he were enduring great pain!

Finally, Imperial Preceptor Jinlun could no longer hold it in. He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and almost knelt down!

Silence!

A dead silence!

The heroes present all showed expressions of disbelief. The Quanzhen disciples, Sun Bu’er and Hao Datong, were shocked, and then their faces turned bright red!

They had just said that Wei Ziqing lost, but looking at the scene now, the one who lost was not him, but Imperial Preceptor Jinlun!

At this moment, their faces stung with pain, as if they had been slapped countless times!

“Who… who exactly are you? What… what sword technique is this!” Imperial Preceptor Jinlun’s eyes were full of horror. The Inner Energy in his body was churning like a stormy sea, as if countless sharp swords were rushing through, trying to tear his body apart.

It was so strange, so terrifying!

Wei Ziqing gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Looking at Imperial Preceptor Jinlun, who was struggling to endure his injuries, he remained silent for a moment before finally saying, “Heir of the Sword Demon. This sword technique is called the Nine Swords of Dugu!”