The sun set in the west, leaving a touch of red on the horizon. The sky gradually darkened, and large gusts of cold wind blew, causing people's black hair to dance and their clothes to flutter.
"Congratulations, Chu Mu. You've created a record that can be considered impossible." Chen Jin's eyes flickered as he stared at Chu Mu. He smiled from the bottom of his heart. "You are the second disciple of the Qingfeng Sword Sect to guard the Sword Platform for 30 days. You are qualified to leave your name at the top of the Battle Sword Tablet. This is an honor that belongs to you."
"Who was the first?" Chu Mu was not very excited. He asked indifferently.
"It was Patriarch Luo Qinglin." Chen Jin said with a face full of admiration and longing. He was extremely excited.
Chu Mu nodded. He did not have any impression of Luo Qinglin. After all, he was the patriarch. He did not know how many years ago. Chu Mu's indifference made Chen Jin unable to vent his excitement. He had no target. In the end, he resentfully took out a small porcelain bottle and handed it to Chu Mu.
"This is what you deserve." Chen Jin threw the porcelain bottle to Chu Mu and spoke in a slightly unhappy tone.
Chu Mu smiled and took the porcelain bottle. Inside was a Qi Cultivating Pill. He turned around and left a sentence, "I won't be coming back tomorrow."
"Not coming tomorrow? Then you have given up on the Sword Platform. " Chen Jin looked at Chu Mu's back and repeated to himself. He looked a little regretful. "What a pity. I was looking forward to you surpassing Patriarch Luo Qinglin's record. Oh right, I forgot to tell him Luo Yuling's identity …"
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"This Qi Training Pill is enough for me to reach the peak of the 7th phase. Next, I will use a few days to consolidate and refine my sword Qi. Then I will prepare to break through the bottleneck and reach the 8th phase." Chu Mu put away the porcelain bottle and slowly displayed his body movement in the wind. His figure drifted in the direction of the Towering Wind Courtyard.
Directly in front of him were two disciples madly sprinting towards Chu Mu, bringing with them gusts of wind. Chu Mu's body moved with the wind and naturally dodged the two disciples.
"Wait, that seems to be Senior Brother Chu." One of the disciples suddenly stopped and turned around. He suddenly realized something and quickly shouted, "Senior Brother Chu, wait!"
Chu Mu stopped in his tracks. He was like a falling leaf, drifting down naturally. There was an indescribable charm to him.
"Senior Brother Chu, we've finally found you." The two disciples gasped for breath.
"What is it?" Chu Mu's expression was indifferent.
"Senior Brother Chu, there is something very important. Elder Lin asked us to look for you."
"It's like this, Senior Brother Chu …" This disciple spoke a few simple sentences and explained the course of events. A glint flashed through Chu Mu's eyes. He turned around and used the Wind Travel movement technique. Like a gust of wind, he left in the blink of an eye.
"As expected of Senior Brother Chu. Even his body movement is so exquisite."
"Once Senior Brother Chu makes a move, the opponent will lose without a doubt."
"Let's go. We can't miss such a wonderful scene."
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"When will that disciple named Chu Mu arrive? It's late now. I have to return to the Qinglan Sword Sect for dinner." Elder Yao Ri was a little impatient. "I think you'd better admit defeat obediently. Don't waste my time."
"Are you afraid?" Elder Lin narrowed his eyes and said casually.
"What! Afraid? Since when have I been afraid? " After being provoked, Elder Yao Ri's eyes widened again. A breath as hot as the sun spread out from his body, dispelling the chill in the wind. The heat wave hit. "Hualong, go all out later. Let them know that the swordsmanship of the disciples of Qinglan Sword Sect is beyond their reach."
"Yes, Master." Su Hualong replied firmly.
"He's here. Senior Brother Chu is here." A sharp-eyed disciple shouted loudly. His hands were dancing and his cheeks were flushed. He was very excited.
"He's here. Senior Brother Chu is finally back."
"Great. Now that Senior Brother Chu is here, let's see how arrogant you can be."
Whether it was the disciples of Rumbling Thunder Courtyard, Jadewater Courtyard, or Soaring Wind Courtyard, all of them were excited. Now in their hearts, Chu Mu was a kind of spiritual sustenance, their last reliance, and their spiritual faith.
"He's finally here." Elder Lin smiled and nodded secretly.
Chu Mu quickly rushed over and saluted Elder Lin with his sword.
"So you're Chu Mu. Why don't you use the sword greeting when you see this elder? Could it be that Qingfeng Sword Sect taught you this way? Not differentiating between seniors and juniors?" Elder Yao Ri's eyes shot out a scarlet light. His scorching gaze was like a sword that shot towards Chu Mu. This kind of gaze and aura seemed to be melting Chu Mu.
Su Qilai was shocked and subconsciously took two steps back. The disciples next to Chu Mu were even more shocked. They could not bear it and retreated one after another. Elder Lin's face changed and was about to make a move.
"If it's someone worthy of respect, I will naturally salute." Chu Mu said in a neither servile nor overbearing manner. Although Elder Yao Ri's gaze was sharp and brought great pressure to Chu Mu, for Chu Mu who had experienced the sword aura of the Sword Pavilion Elders, it was not enough to make Chu Mu retreat.
"Well said." Elder Lin was happy, as if he had drunk iced sour plum soup on a hot day.
Elder Yao Ri was so angry that his face turned red. He almost could not help but cripple Chu Mu. Wasn't Chu Mu insinuating that he was not worthy of respect?
"Good, you're really sharp-tongued. I hope your sword skills can be as sharp." Elder Yao Ri took a few deep breaths and suppressed his anger. His voice was cold and his eyes were filled with murderous intent: "Hualong, don't hold back."
"Yes, Master." Su Hualong understood that Elder Yao Ri wanted to cripple Chu Mu. Chu Mu's rebuttal had completely angered Elder Yao Ri.
"Chu Mu, I thought you wouldn't dare to come." Su Hualong looked straight at Chu Mu. His gaze was as sharp as a sword and his voice was cold: "Today, I will return a sword strike to you and wipe away my previous humiliation."
"I understand. So this Su Hualong was defeated by Senior Brother Chu."
"Don't you know? When Senior Brother Chu was still in the outer sect, he once defeated Su Hualong with a single sword strike. "
"Oh, no wonder."
"He actually wants to wipe away his previous humiliation. Let me tell you, it's impossible. If he fights with Senior Brother Chu, he will only be humiliated again."
The words of the disciples of the three courtyards almost made Su Hualong vomit blood. He was even more furious.
"I will only use one sword strike." Chu Mu said. When Su Hualong heard this, he felt that these words were so familiar. Suddenly, he recalled the scene from a month ago. The mouthful of blood that he had suppressed surged up his throat and almost spurted out.
After a while, Su Hualong finally swallowed this mouthful of blood back down. He stared at Chu Mu, his Hundred Refined Sword's edge threatening as he sternly said: "Chu Mu, the current me is no longer the me of the past. Not only is my sword aura cultivation many times stronger, my sword technique attainments have also increased by a lot. Let me tell you, you better kneel down and admit defeat now. Otherwise, my sword doesn't have eyes. When the time comes, you will lose all your face. Don't regret it. "
"Make your move." Compared to Su Hualong's arrogant threat, Chu Mu seemed very calm. The contrast was huge, making people feel that Su Hualong was like a clown.
The light red sword qi circulated and attached to the blade. Heat waves rolled. When the sword was drawn, it was like a stream of fire, evaporating all the water in the surroundings and drying up all the vitality.
Intermediate swordsmanship: Flowing Fire Swordsmanship!
One sword strike after another turned into streams of fire and attacked. The temperature in the air rose, making people feel stuffy and thirsty. It was as if it had turned from November evening to July noon. Everyone turned pale with fright.
Elder Lin's eyes narrowed while Elder Yao Ri revealed a smug expression. He nodded secretly as if he was affirming Su Hualong's swordsmanship.
Chu Mu's eyes were sharp, and he could see every sword clearly. His footsteps moved, and as light as a feather, he dodged one sword after another. The heat from each sword didn't affect Chu Mu at all.
Although the first layer of sword qi protection secret art couldn't block the direct attack of the Hundred Refinements Sword, it could isolate the heat and remain unaffected.
"Impossible!" Su Hualong couldn't believe it.
The Flowing Fire Swordsmanship was taught to him by Elder Yao Ri. Elder Yao Ri gave him wholeheartedly, allowing him to get close to Dacheng within a month. The specialty of the Flowing Fire Swordsmanship was that every sword strike was like a stream of fire. Even if it didn't hit the target, it would cause the temperature in the air to rise continuously. It would make people feel stuffy and hot, irritated and irritated, thus revealing their flaws.
However, Chu Mu wasn't affected at all. Instead, he looked as if he was bathing in a cool breeze with a leisurely expression.
"Chu Mu's body movement technique is so profound." Elder Yao Ri frowned.
"Your swordsmanship has indeed improved a lot compared to a month ago. However, it's still not enough for me. It's still too weak." Chu Mu said softly as he dodged Su Hualong's fire-like sword strikes. This made Su Hualong restless. Soon after, Chu Mu drew his sword.
There was a clanging sound that was like the sound of metal from outer space. It reverberated through the heavens and earth. A snow-white radiance shot out sharply under the dusk. It was like an aurora splitting the sky. It was like a gust of wind blowing. Su Hualong squinted his eyes unconsciously. His hand paused as he felt his sword being pushed away. He then felt a piercing pain in his throat.
Chu Mu's sword was pressed against Su Hualong's throat. Su Hualong unconsciously opened his arms. As the wind blew, his black hair fluttered. This scene was like an imprint in the wind.