Chapter 3

"Looking for death!"

The fabric of his right sleeve suddenly crackled, and his palm, as smooth as white jade, directly slapped towards Yu Guanghao's long sword, showing no intention of retreating due to the sharp blade.

Seeing this, Yu Guanghao was overjoyed and thrust his sword even faster, intending to cut off Ding Chunqiu's hand.

Looking at the vicious light in Yu Guanghao's eyes, a mocking smile appeared on the corner of Ding Chunqiu's mouth. He slapped the green steel sword, and before Yu Guanghao could react, a powerful force was transmitted, instantly numbing half of his body. Then, Ding Chunqiu's palm, along with the long sword, slapped towards his chest.

The wind howled, and his inner strength was unparalleled.

If he didn't act, it would be fatal!

This was the experience Ding Chunqiu had gained from eliminating nearly a hundred bandits and marauders. He was not willing to suffer from a half-dead snake.

This palm was powerful and heavy, slowly approaching. The surging inner strength forced the wind to scatter, making a hissing sound!

Suddenly, a sharp whistling sound came from the air.

"Stop, you brat, how dare you, still not stop!"

At this moment, Ding Chunqiu's arm instantly accelerated.

Puff!

In the eyes of the person who arrived, Yu Guanghao spat out a mouthful of blood, the sound of bones breaking resounded, and he was thrown back, landing with a thud, raising a cloud of dust.

After doing this, Ding Chunqiu clapped his hands, as if the palm he had slapped on Yu Guanghao had dirtied his hands.

But in his heart, he secretly praised, this "Lansha Hand" was indeed powerful. After mastering it, his hands were like fine steel, unafraid of knives, swords, water, fire, or toxins, truly practical.

"Lansha Hand" was another unique skill of the Xingxiu Sect, specifically for tempering the palms, similar to the Iron Palm technique of Qiu Qianren. It was created by Ding Chunqiu to prevent his hands from being injured while handling poisonous substances. It was indeed powerful, and just the ability to fight bare-handed against bladed weapons was enough to make people wary.

At this moment, a lean middle-aged man broke through the air, holding a fine steel long sword, dressed in a plain Taoist robe, and landed beside Yu Guanghao, his facial muscles twitching.

This man was Zuo Zimu, the head of the Eastern Sect of Wuliang Sword.

When Ding Chunqiu appeared, although he was intercepted by Yu Guanghao, the disciples patrolling the mountain gate secretly passed the message to the sect.

Although Zuo Zimu did not know who had come, if it was really his friend and was intercepted by Yu Guanghao, it would not look good for him, so he hurriedly came, just in time to see this scene.

Ding Chunqiu sized up the middle-aged man, thinking to himself, similar age, with a beard, this must be Zuo Zimu, but he doesn't look like much.

Ding Chunqiu indeed didn't think much of the Wuliang Sword Sect. Zuo Zimu was not a significant figure in "The Legend of the Condor Heroes," but meeting him now, Ding Chunqiu was somewhat disappointed.

Zuo Zimu should be slightly weaker than him, just entering the second-class expert level. Ding Chunqiu sized him up and evaluated him in his mind.

Zuo Zimu, with a face full of grief, placed Yu Guanghao on the ground, stood up, and glared at Ding Chunqiu, saying word by word, "I just told you to stop, didn't you hear me?"

His voice was very cold and stern, with a murderous light in his eyes, clearly intent on killing.

Ding Chunqiu glanced at him and sneered, "I heard, so what?"

Zuo Zimu's facial muscles twitched, and he said angrily, "If you heard, why did you still kill him?"

Hearing this, Ding Chunqiu laughed, "Old man, I don't need your permission to kill. Besides, he's just trash. If I kill him, what are you going to do about it?"

Ding Chunqiu had no good feelings towards Zuo Zimu. Just from watching the TV series, it was clear that Zuo Zimu had a narrow mind and a vengeful nature. Now that he had killed Yu Guanghao, there was no way to reconcile with Zuo Zimu. Therefore, Ding Chunqiu had no intention of reconciling. The small Wuliang Sword Sect couldn't stop his steps.

Zuo Zimu's face turned extremely ugly at this moment, his fingers gripping the sword hilt turning blue, showing his anger.

"Boy, you have guts. You are the first person to speak to me like this. Tell me your name!" Zuo Zimu, trying to suppress his anger and grief, demanded. Although Yu Guanghao's death made him furious, Zuo Zimu was naturally timid and feared provoking an unstoppable enemy. Therefore, he wanted to know Ding Chunqiu's background.

Moreover, Ding Chunqiu had mentioned that he was an old friend, so he wanted to know his origins.

A look of disdain flashed in Ding Chunqiu's eyes, and he said, "In the martial world, strength is paramount. A coward like you is rare. I killed him, so if you want to fight, do it quickly. As for my background, you won't know even if I tell you!"

Seeing Ding Chunqiu speak like this, Zuo Zimu almost suffered internal injuries, and he couldn't help but laugh in anger, "Bold, to still speak to me like this at this moment. Just for this, I must kill you. Today, no matter how much you talk, you won't escape death. I was going to ask about your background to see if you were the descendant of an old friend, but since you speak like this, you will die at my hands. Remember, I am Zuo Zimu, the head of the Eastern Sect of Wuliang Sword. When you see the King of Hell, don't forget who I am!"

Zuo Zimu, being mocked by Ding Chunqiu, was now furious and embarrassed. Looking around, he realized that this place was his sect's territory, and no one would easily come here. If so, killing this madman here would not be discovered.

With this thought, the murderous light in Zuo Zimu's eyes intensified.

Ding Chunqiu couldn't help but laugh, "You are quite confident. If so, act quickly. After dealing with you, I will go find the Wuliang Jade Wall!"

Zuo Zimu's eyes suddenly narrowed, and he took a step forward, a vortex of wind seemingly forming under his feet, causing dust to fly in all directions.

"Since you know about our sect's treasure, the Wuliang Jade Wall, you cannot be left alive!" At this moment, Zuo Zimu truly decided to kill Ding Chunqiu, showing the importance of the Wuliang Jade Wall in his heart.

His aura immediately rose, his inner strength flowing, his long sword hanging low, and a gust of wind suddenly arose, making his Taoist robe flutter without any wind.

Ding Chunqiu's expression became serious at this moment. He activated the incomplete "Xiao Wu Xiang Gong," and his powerful inner strength slowly blossomed, a graceful aura rising, instantly breaking free from Zuo Zimu's aura lock.

Zuo Zimu's expression changed instantly, the murderous light in his eyes suddenly intensifying. His long sword burst forth, and a move called "Golden Needle Crossing the Tribulation" directly stabbed towards Ding Chunqiu's neck.

The sword light flickered, and a sharp aura burst out. Even before it reached him, Ding Chunqiu felt a chill on his neck, showing that Zuo Zimu's sword skills were indeed at a high level, reaching perfection.

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