Chapter 531 Hua Yukun's Thirteen Qingfeng Styles

It was clear that the leader of the Demon Cult was targeting Tie Kaicheng, but after his identity was exposed, the various sects immediately took over Tie Kaicheng's position and confronted the leader of the Demon Cult tit for tat.

"Look, this is the importance of interpersonal relationships." Tie Kaicheng whispered, "I haven't even talked to him about taking action, but his enemies have already jumped out."

Sun Xingyu tried her best to smile, but the leader of the Demon Cult stood calmly, "They are just a bunch of local chickens and dogs who are greedy for life and afraid of death."

That’s what the leader of the Demon Cult said, and that’s what he really thought in his heart.

In his opinion, he had killed many masters of the big sect. Logically speaking, these people should have rushed up and shouted to kill him when they recognized him, but at this time, they only dared to stand there and stare.

But when Hua Yukun walked out slowly, he still attracted the attention of the leader of the Demon Cult.

Noticing Hua Yukun's pace, aura, and demeanor, the leader of the Demon Cult frowned slightly, straightened his expression slightly, and asked curiously, "There are still people like this in the Huashan Sect, and your leader is far worse than you. Why aren’t you the leader?”

Hua Yukun said calmly, "The famous families in the Central Plains have their own rules, and they are not barbarians fighting for their courage and ruthlessness."

These words were more lethal than Wu Tao's halberd-fingered curse. Not only did the demon sect leader's eyes flash with anger, but even the four elders including Jin Shi narrowed their eyes and flashed a fierce light.

The leader of the Demon Cult glanced at Tie Kaicheng, then looked at Hua Yukun, "The power of words is not the sword after all."

After saying that, he looked at the yellow cloth bundle in Hua Yukun's hand, shook his head and said, "Although you have hidden the sword for twenty years, when you take it out of its sheath, it should be shocking, but it's a pity..."

Hua Yukun lowered his eyes, "What's the pity?"

"It's a pity that your sword met my sword." The leader of the Demon Cult said.

"My sword cannot beat your sword?" Hua Yukun asked.

"Definitely." The leader of the Demon Cult said.

Hua Yukun was silent, shook his head and said, "Not necessarily."

"My sword was originally prepared for Xie Xiaofeng." Hua Yukun said.

The leader of the Demon Cult thought for a moment and said, "Do you think you can fight Xie Xiaofeng?"

Hua Yukun fell into silence again.

Everyone present could feel a touch of loneliness in Hua Yukun's silence.

But among the lonely ruins with nothing left, there is a breeze blowing out of thin air, bringing with it a touch of life that seems unwilling to dissipate.

The Demon Cult leader's eyes narrowed, "Do you think I'm not as good as Xie Xiaofeng?"

"I dare not." Hua Yukun said calmly, "But in the era of great strife, swords shine brightly. Hua is unworthy of his children, but he does not want to fall behind others. If he does not draw his sword today, he will regret it for the rest of his life."

"Okay!" The leader of the Demon Cult clapped his hands and laughed, "This is how some famous sects show their magnanimity, which is much stronger than those of those who are fierce and jealous."

Hua Yukun said, "They are not fierce in appearance but weak in heart, but they have the responsibility of inheritance and dare not slack off. They are ashamed of their ancestors."

"It's a joke. Do you think you are the only ones who have the inheritance, and my teaching just jumped out of the cracks in the rocks?"

The leader of the Demon Cult sneered, "Do you know the inheritance of my sect? Our sect has been passed down for thirteen generations now. Our history is so rich that even if it is not as good as Shaolin Wudang, it is not inferior to your Huashan Mountain."

Hua Yukun looked at the leader of the Demon Cult, "I heard that you are from Tianzhu?"

"Not bad." The leader of the Demon Cult said.

"If that's the case, then he's a lost dog?" Hua Yukun sneered back, "Otherwise, why didn't he develop in his hometown instead of going to the Hexi Corridor and cutting off contact with Tianzhu?"

The leader of the Demon Cult also fell silent.

A hundred years ago, the Demon Sect was indeed not as prosperous as it is today. Although the sect had a peerless inheritance such as Divine Sword Slash, it was useless if it could not be practiced. The Demon Sect leader's martial arts could not intimidate the surroundings, so he could only walk away.

Until the leader of the previous generation of demon sect adopted him in Longxi, he showed his talent at a young age, slashed heaven and earth with his magic sword, and had no more enemies under his command, and finally developed the demon sect.

As a Han Chinese, he naturally wanted to bring the Demonic Cult into the Central Plains and let the light of God shine on the world.

Thus, the war between the Demon Sect and the Central Plains Wulin began.

The leader of the Demon Cult raised his eyes and said, "The old gods will fall, and the new gods will shine on the world."

"The Seven Sword Sects and the Three Gate Gangs have ruled the Central Plains Wulin for a long time. They have long been corrupted and degenerated. The Central Plains Wulin seems to be a pool of stagnant water without any ripples."

The leader of the Demon Cult said calmly, "You have long lost the original intention of the ancestors and lost the glory of the past. You are just immersed in the glory of the old inheritance and are intoxicated with yourself. You should have abdicated long ago and made way for others."

Hua Yukun said, "Leave it to you?"

The leader of the Demon Cult said matter-of-factly, "God controls the world, purifies the world, sweeps away all filth, and builds a new world."

Hua Yukun nodded, "After all, the outcome is not determined by swords."

The leader of the Demon Cult agreed, "That's true."

After the words fell, Tongtuo took a step forward and said, "Leader, the other party is just a bad old man from the Huashan Sect. I can kill him with one knife without you taking action!"

The leader of the Demon Cult waved his hand and signaled the bronze camel to retreat, "It doesn't matter, this is a real swordsman, I'll give him a chance to draw his sword."

Hua Yukun glanced at the bronze camel expressionlessly, and without caring, he lifted the yellow cloth bundle in his hand to his chest and slowly untied it.

No one said anything.

Even the leader of the Demon Cult was waiting for him quietly, and naturally no one else would speak to urge him.

Hua Yukun untied the yellow cloth layer by layer. As he untied it layer by layer, the calm energy on his body disappeared layer by layer, and the sharp sword energy emerged one by one.

He is gathering momentum.

But the Demon Cult leader still didn't disturb him.

The yellow cloth bundle in Hua Yukun's hand became thinner and thinner, and the sword energy on his body became sharper and sharper.

As the yellow cloth bundle was opened, an ancient long sword with a brass glow lay quietly in his hand, and an ancient dragon head was carved on the end of the hilt.

Tie Kaicheng blinked, feeling a little unexpected.

In the original work, what Hua Yukun wrapped in the yellow cloth bundle was not an ordinary wooden stick, how come it turned into a sword again this time?

Hua Yukun did not explain to Tie Kaicheng, his momentum at this time had reached its peak.

"Thank you." Hua Yukun suddenly straightened his body, raised his eyes and looked at the Demon Cult leader, his eyes flashed, and there was no trace of oldness, "Please teach me!"

As soon as the voice fell, the long sword was unsheathed.

"Clang--"

With a sound of sword sound, Hua Yukun's sword followed the man, and the man followed the sword's momentum. The whole person seemed to have turned into a breeze on Mount Tai, which seemed to exist and not exist, real and unreal, and seemed to change but not change.

Hua Yukun's long sword pointed in the air, and the movement of the long sword was like an antelope hanging on the horns, leaving no trace, just like a breeze blowing. The general people in the martial arts world were simply unable to stop this kind of swordsmanship.

With only a long sword in hand, how could he stop the breeze?

The leader of the Demon Cult did not resist either. His sword was still in the scabbard, and the whole person seemed to be blown away by the wind, swaying in the breeze, but not blown by the breeze.

"Is this the thirteen styles of the breeze? It is indeed a good swordsmanship!"