Immortality begins with the Swordsman.

Chapter 55 The Final Battle Begins

Clang—!

Chu Qingkuang broke through Ouyang Qingzhao's fierce sword momentum with a single sword strike. Before the sword had even stopped, his figure had already turned like the wind, and with a palm strike of his left hand, he slammed it hard on Ouyang Qingzhao's left shoulder.

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, Ouyang Qingzhao staggered back several steps and fell hard on the snow, getting covered in snowflakes.

Chu Qingkuang stood with his sword at his side, his expression calm and his tone as indifferent as frost:

"Junior Brother Ouyang, you've fought several battles, including against Junior Brother Li and Senior Brother Lin. How much true energy do you have left? What use is your swordsmanship, no matter how profound?"

"Whether it works or not, Senior Brother Chu will soon find out."

Ouyang Qingzhao slowly rose, wiping the blood from the corner of his lips, a carefree smile playing on his lips. His fighting spirit remained undiminished, instead revealing a stubborn determination. He murmured to himself, "I cannot fall now… This battle must be won against this martial arts fanatic; I cannot let him ruin their competition…"

He suddenly called out softly, "Junior Sister Ye!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Qingge immediately raised her hand and threw a pot of fine wine over.

Her eyes were as cold as ice, her lips were tightly pressed together, and she did not utter a word.

goo goo~

Ouyang Qingzhao caught the wine pot, opened the spout, tilted his head back, and began to drink it down in large gulps...

The wind and snow howled, and the world was completely silent.

The entire audience of over six hundred people remained silent, watching him alone amidst the wind and snow, tilting his head back and drinking deeply. The cold wind tousled his hair and fluttered his clothes, as if he had drunk down countless hardships and passionate blood.

far away.

As the young Ning Zhongze watched this scene, her blood boiled with excitement, and she fantasized that one day she could be like Ouyang Qingzhao, displaying heroic spirit in front of everyone.

Unbeknownst to her, another figure she admired had been added to her heart.

Standing beside her, Gu Changfeng looked anxious, thinking to himself, "Uncle-Master Ouyang, that's enough. Don't let things escalate!"

If it had been a little earlier, he would have rushed up and interrupted the fight.

But at this moment, he was also overwhelmed by Ouyang Qingzhao's heroic spirit and did not want to disturb him. He could only clench his fists, his body trembling slightly, and grit his teeth as he prayed in a low voice:

—Please don't let anything happen. If a fight really breaks out, I won't be able to handle it!

"happy!"

After drinking half a pot of wine, Ouyang Qingzhao casually tossed the pot to Chu Qingkuang.

Chu Qingkuang caught the wine jug, tilted his head back and took a big gulp, then threw the jug heavily onto the snow. A few drops of wine splashed out, like the scattered fighting spirit.

"Junior Brother Ouyang, after this matter is settled, we will fight again. But for today, I'm sorry, I must win."

"Senior Brother Chu, it's too early to say who will win or lose."

Ouyang Qingzhao suddenly laughed, a wild and unrestrained laugh that echoed through the wind and snow. His aura suddenly changed, from restrained to flamboyant, burning like a raging flame, its sharpness fully revealed, its sword intent soaring to the sky.

"Is this a final, desperate strike?" someone exclaimed in a low voice.

Chu Qingkuang raised an eyebrow and, without further hesitation, thrust his sword forward, aiming straight for Ouyang Qingzhao's chest!

Right now—

Ouyang Qingzhao's body trembled slightly, and suddenly he turned around. In an instant, his movements became as graceful as a woman's, and his whole body seemed to transform into willow catkins, with an extremely beautiful posture.

With a slight twist of his wrist, the sword flashed like an illusion, unleashing an extremely dazzling sword technique.

This sword strike was like spring water brushing against willows, gentle yet sharp, beautiful without being vulgar, breathtakingly so.

The only drawback is that Ouyang Qingzhao is, after all, a man, which inevitably makes people feel a little awkward.

Chu Qing's eyes widened in shock. "What kind of sword technique is this?" she exclaimed.

He never expected that Ouyang Qingzhao would have such a strange and amazing move hidden in his hands!

"laugh--"

With a whooshing sound, Chu Qingkuang felt a chill on his waist. Looking down, he saw that his clothes had been slashed by a sharp sword.

He was silent for a moment, then looked up with a complicated expression and asked softly:

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?"

"Phoenix Dance in Nine Songs!"

"You created this yourself?"

"no!"

Ouyang Qingzhao was breathing heavily, his forehead was covered in a fine layer of cold sweat, and his face was slightly pale. He shook his head, his voice low and hoarse but clear.

"I lost this battle."

Chu Qingkuang stared at him silently for a few moments, then slowly sheathed his sword, turned and left, his back view appearing somewhat heavy.

The entire hall fell silent, and all eyes were fixed on Daoist Zixiao.

Daoist Zixiao slowly rose, his expression unchanged. He tossed the Xuan Tie Sword to Gu Changfeng, then turned to Ning Zhongze and said:

"Give me the Purple Cloud Sword!"

Ning Zhongze paused for a moment, then responded with an "Oh," handing over the sword while inwardly complaining, "Why am I becoming more and more like Master and Second Senior Brother's 'sword-wielding maid'?"

Gu Changfeng frowned: "Master, shouldn't we use the Xuan Tie Sword?"

"It can't be stopped."

Master Zixiao uttered three words indifferently, then turned and stepped onto the stage.

Gu Changfeng then realized what was happening.

The Xuan Tie Sword is extremely lethal.

In casual sparring matches, even without going all out, one can still control the intensity and freedom of movement.

In today's situation, if we go all out and make a mistake, we might lose our lives.

"Hmm, it's a good thing that we don't have to," Gu Changfeng thought to himself.

Actually.

In Gu Changfeng's view, the difference in strength between Zixiao Daoist and Zixiao Daoist depending on whether Zixiao Daoist takes the Xuan Tie Sword is enormous. If he doesn't take it, he's a Grandmaster; if he does, he's a top-tier expert.

With Feng Qingyang gone, who can rival him?

……

Daoist Zixiao stepped into the arena, his gaze falling on the slightly disheveled Ouyang Qingzhao, his tone as calm as still water:

"Shall we continue?"

Ouyang Qingzhao laughed and said, "I have fought twenty-two matches in a row. If I were to fight Senior Brother Yue again, I would be underestimating Senior Brother Yue's Zixia Divine Skill. Although Ouyang is confident, he is not arrogant enough to be so."

He glanced at Cai Qingyan, cupped his hands, and said, "In the end, it's still up to the two of you to decide."

Having said that, he turned and left.

Cai Qingyan then slowly walked onto the stage, his expression calm, his steps as steady as a mountain breeze.

This is the end.

The two sect leaders of the Sword Sect and the Qi Sect finally faced off in full view of everyone.

This battle.

It not only concerns the succession of the Huashan Sect's leadership, but also affects the fate of the entire Huashan Sect and the future of more than 600 disciples.

The wind and snow howled on the mountaintop, and all around was as silent as ink.

Everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed on the two people in the room. Even the sound of clothes fluttering was amplified in the silence.

Gu Changfeng looked extremely nervous, with beads of sweat on his forehead, his fists clenched unconsciously until his knuckles turned white, and he stared intently at the two of them, his heart pounding like thunder.

He subconsciously swallowed, and couldn't help but think to himself:

"We've finally achieved this harmonious scene, so if you two are going to act, then act properly. Just, whatever you do, don't cause any trouble!"

In the arena, when Daoist Zixiao and Cai Qingyan clashed, their auras exploded, and their sword energy surged in all directions, as they were going all out.

Gu Changfeng's eyes widened suddenly, his heart pounding wildly:

—Are you serious?!

Are you two crazy?! Isn't this just a formality?!