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Chapter 529: The Alliance Leader, Li Zhenzhen
Chapter 529: The Alliance Leader, Li Zhenzhen
The first item on the agenda for the assembly of the seven sword sects: a good old argument!
After all, they were all civilized people. It would be unreasonable to start with a fight. If they could persuade others with words and reasoning, that would be the ideal outcome, showing their ability to win others over with virtue.
The Wudang Sect had always been the most profound, with the most experts and the greatest contributions. Thus, they often prevailed with moral suasion, leaving the other six sword sects with no choice but to acquiesce.
However, this time, there was Li Zhenzhen to contend with.
Whether it was martial arts, swordsmanship, charisma, wit, or the magnitude of their contributions, she subtly surpassed Ouyang Yunhe.
As the discussions among the seven sword sects progressed, Mei Changhua, Tian Zailong, Qin Duxiu, and Wu Tao were successively eliminated, leaving only Luocha Xianzi of the Emei Sect and Wudang's Zixiao Yunhe.
The Kunlun and Kongtong sects supported Wudang, while Hua Mountain, Diancang, and Hainan backed Emei.
With the conversation reaching an impasse, the only option left was a martial arts contest.
The spectators, who had been dozing off, suddenly became alert, eager to witness the upcoming contest.
Li Zhenzhen and Ouyang Yunhe stepped onto the martial arts field, taking their respective positions.
Ouyang Yunhe whispered with a faint smile, "Sister Li has been spending a lot of time with Tie Zongbiaotou lately. I presume you've learned some deadly moves from him. I hope you'll show some mercy later."
Li Zhenzhen smiled back, "Brother Ouyang, feel free to speak your mind."
Ouyang Yunhe's eyes flickered, "I'm afraid I can't withstand the deadly precision of your fourteenth sword technique."
Li Zhenzhen immediately understood Ouyang Yunhe's implication and shook her head, "This is an alliance meeting of the seven sects. Naturally, I will only use the sword techniques of the Emei Sect."
Ouyang Yunhe raised an eyebrow, "Is that so?"
"Of course," Li Zhenzhen laughed, "I heard that in the past month, Brother has been back at Wudang, sequestered away, honing the Two Extremes Divine Sword. I assume you've made significant progress?"
Ouyang Yunhe nodded in acknowledgment, "Some, indeed."
Li Zhenzhen's fox-like eyes narrowed to slits, "In that case, wonderful! I, your younger sister, have also made some progress with the Willow Sword Technique recently."
Ouyang Yunhe was puzzled, "You'll only be using the Willow Sword Technique?"
Li Zhenzhen nodded, "The Willow Sword Technique is all I need for a lifetime of practice."
"Please!" Li Zhenzhen inclined her long sword and nodded, signaling the start of the match.
"Please!" Ouyang Yunhe's expression turned solemn as he stepped forward three paces. His long sword traced a circular path, blending the yin and yang, offense and defense, in perfect harmony. It was the Two Extremes Divine Sword of Wudang, one of the three greatest sword techniques in the realm of martial arts!
This sword technique, much like the internal martial arts of Wudang, embodied balance and harmony. Like the interplay of dragon and tiger, water and fire, yin and yang, it combined offense and defense seamlessly. Its greatest characteristic was its impenetrability, ensuring an unassailable position.
In the hands of a master like Mu Daoren at his peak, this sword technique could even wear down a formidable opponent like Ximen Chuixue.
However, in Ouyang Yunhe's hands, it failed to overpower Li Zhenzhen.
Li Zhenzhen's Willow Sword Technique far exceeded Ouyang Yunhe's expectations, completely different from their previous sparring sessions.
Li Zhenzhen's sword movements were like willow fluff, drifting with the wind, unpredictable and pervasive, filling every gap.
Within ten exchanges, beads of cold sweat appeared on Ouyang Yunhe's temples.
If not for the reputed impenetrability of his Two Extremes Divine Sword, he might have already lost to Li Zhenzhen. Even so, he felt his sword technique was full of flaws, and he was vulnerable to his opponent's grasp of opportunity.
The disciples of the Emei Sect had sparkling eyes.
"Sister Li is indeed the apple of the Sect Leader's eye. I doubt there are many elders in our sect who can match her level of mastery with the Willow Sword Technique.
"The rise of the Emei Sect is imminent!"
The crowd from the Wudang Sect, on the other hand, frowned repeatedly.
"How did Li Zhenzhen suddenly become so powerful?"
"Just a month ago, she and Brother Ouyang were more or less evenly matched. Brother Ouyang said he had at least a 50% chance of winning, but from today's battle, I'm afraid he didn't even have a 20% chance!"
"Her improvement is remarkable. She has already grasped the essence of the Willow Sword Technique."
"Why is that?"
Many people directed their gazes at Tie Kaicheng, who was standing on the periphery of the Emei Sect group. This group included a middle-aged female nun who had come to show support for the Emei Sect, and all intelligent people present had realized this crucial point.
"Li Zhenzhen may not be able to dominate the world with her sword, but after Xie Xiaofeng and Yan Shi retire, there may be no one in the world who can rival Tie Kaicheng!"
"Talent emerges generation after generation, and peerless swordsmen continue to appear."
Hua Yukun also looked at Tie Kaicheng and couldn't help but grip the yellow cloth bundle in his hand tighter.
"The Xie family's divine sword, the Death God's Thirteen Swords, the Divine Blade Chop..." Hua Yukun silently mouthed, "...the reputation of the Clear Wind Thirteen Styles must not be lost in my hands."
Tie Kaicheng felt Hua Yukun's gaze but remained silent.
However, at the same time, he also sensed a vague and indistinct gaze upon him. This gaze was different from that of the surrounding onlookers, and it made Tie Kaicheng feel a sense of hostility and sharpness. He immediately turned his head to look, but all he could see were the mountains filled with curious spectators.
When he turned his gaze back to the martial arts field, Li Zhenzhen was already pressing her advantage against Ouyang Yunhe.
Li Zhenzhen's sword moved with her body, turning her into willow fluff in the wind. If not for Ouyang Yunhe's solid foundation, he would have lost by now.
Even so, the range of Ouyang Yunhe's sword was gradually shrinking, and if he couldn't counter-attack within the next twenty moves, Li Zhenzhen would break through his final defense.
Could he counter-attack at his limit?
"Swish!"
The twenty moves passed in the blink of an eye, and Li Zhenzhen's sword flicked open the clothes on Ouyang Yunhe's shoulder.
Ouyang Yunhe leaped out of the battle circle. "I concede."
Li Zhenzhen sheathed her sword, her smile as beautiful as a blooming flower. "Thank you for the match."
The onlookers felt like they had just feasted their eyes on an extraordinary display. They thought to themselves that the two of them were indeed the best of the Wudang and Emei Sects. At this moment, there were probably only about ten people on Mount Tai who could defeat them.
The elders of the seven sword sects gathered once more with their respective disciples.
The outcome had been decided. After the alliance of the seven sword sects, the leader would be Li Zhenzhen.
Next, the seven sword sects offered incense to their ancestors and formed an alliance with a blood oath. Li Zhenzhen expressed her intention to lead the disciples of the seven sects to sweep through the Central Plains and head south to the Jianghuai region, rooting out all of Tianzun's hidden forces in the martial arts world.
Seeing the vigorous and ambitious Li Zhenzhen, Sun Xingyu's eyes lit up with envy, admiration, ambition, and desire...
The next moment, a detached voice suddenly sounded in her ear, "You came to the Central Plains but didn't return to the Holy Church. Is it because of this person?"
Sun Xingyu turned abruptly and saw a middle-aged man in black standing not far away. The man had a refined appearance, but his eyes were indifferent, making Sun Xingyu feel nervous.
Then, the man's gaze shifted from Sun Xingyu to Tie Kaicheng. "Join the Holy Church, pledge your allegiance, and dedicate your life to the True God. I can make you the Holy Son of the Holy Church, and you can marry Xingyu."
(End of Chapter)
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