Chapter 532 The Magic Sword Is Unsheathed without Blood

Hua Yukun's understanding of the Thirteen Swords of Qingfeng far exceeds Li Zhenzhen's understanding of the Liuxu swordsmanship.

In Hua Yukun's hand, there was not a trace of fireworks. All the sharpness was integrated into the wind, and the impossibility became possible, like an all-pervading breeze, blowing towards the leader of the Demon Cult.

If an ordinary person encountered this situation, he would have been stabbed by the sword without knowing it.

Even if Li Zhenzhen faced Hua Yukun, she would not be able to block a few of his swords. Sometimes, a slight difference would lead to defeat in an instant.

But the leader of the Demon Cult is not an ordinary person.

Although Hua Yukun's Thirteen Styles of Qingfeng were powerful, they did not stab the leader of the Demon Cult. He was like an elf in the wind, dodging gracefully and elegantly, without many large movements, and Hua Yukun's long sword was completely missed.

The leader of the Demon Cult admired Hua Yukun and let him use the thirteen swords, and even the corners of his clothes were not touched.

Just when Hua Yukun's momentum was still not weakening, his eyes became fierce, he held the knife in his backhand, and said in a cold voice, "I said, it's a pity for you to meet me!"

As soon as the voice fell, a knife light appeared in the soft sword light.

"Clang——"

The knife light reflected Hua Yukun's eyes. He didn't see how the Demon Cult leader drew his knife, but he knew that the Demon Cult leader drew his knife, and the next moment it would be on his head.

But Hua Yukun didn't block it, and the long sword in his hand still blew towards the Demon Cult leader's throat like a breeze.

There has never been an absolute defensive move in the Thirteen Styles of Qingfeng.

But he was not as fast as the Demon Cult leader. When the tip of his sword was three inches away from the Demon Cult leader, the Demon Cult leader's scimitar had already reached his head.

But at the moment when the Demon Cult leader was about to chop, a sharp sword energy suddenly appeared behind him.

The Demon Cult leader was shocked.

Logically speaking, with his martial arts, he wouldn't care if ordinary people stood by and raided the battlefield. Even if a hundred mediocre people surrounded him, he would kill whoever he wanted.

Tianming Zen Master, Yuzhu Taoist, Flying Eagle Swordsman, Pingxin Master, etc., were such people in his eyes.

So he didn't care about dueling with Hua Yukun, and didn't care about killing Hua Yukun, and didn't care whether these people would help him.

But this sword energy was different.

The leader of the Demon Cult had a premonition that if he completed this sword and split Hua Yukun in half, this sword energy would definitely attack his heart meridian at the moment of breathing after his magic sword slash.

Master! Top master!

The leader of the Demon Cult wanted to take back his magic sword slash, but he couldn't take it back completely, because he had never had the experience of putting away the sword, no one had ever made him put away the sword, and no one had ever threatened him when he was out of the sword.

"Ding!"

"Crack!"

Hua Yukun suddenly stopped, and the long sword in his hand also stopped in mid-air.

The next moment, the long sword that had accompanied him for decades suddenly broke from the tip of the sword one-third of the way down, and the tip of the sword fell to the ground.

At the same time, a streak of blood flowed down Hua Yukun's forehead.

Although he was not cut in half by the divine sword, he was also injured by the sword energy.

The leader of the Demon Cult tried to retract a small part of the divine sword and cut off Hua Yukun's long sword, but also left room for recovery, leaving no opportunity for the master behind him to take advantage of.

After the sword fell, the leader of the Demon Cult did not retract the sword, but turned around and looked behind him.

Then he saw Tie Kaicheng.

"Is it you?" The leader of the Demon Cult's eyes condensed.

"It's me." Tie Kaicheng smiled.

He finally became a master of the raiding formation, and it felt pretty good, and he experienced the happiness of Shangguan Jinhong.

The leader of the Demon Cult stared at Tie Kaicheng.

He saw from Li Zhenzhen's swordsmanship that Tie Kaicheng's martial arts should be good, otherwise it would be impossible for Sun Xingyu to serve him, so he wanted to accept Tie Kaicheng into the Demon Sect out of love for talent.

But he never thought that Tie Kaicheng could threaten him!

The sharp sword energy just now could not be fake, but at the same time, it also violated the majesty of the Divine Sect.

"Do you know that under the Divine Sword, there is no survivor." The leader of the Demon Sect said.

"I heard about it." Tie Kaicheng smiled.

"He is the first one." The leader of the Demon Sect pointed at Hua Yukun, and then said to Tie Kaicheng, "Because of you."

Hua Yukun looked at the broken sword in his hand, and the whole person aged a few years.

In the Huashan Sect camp, Xie Fenghuang had already rushed out, grabbed Hua Yukun, trembling with his hands, and helped Hua Yukun stop bleeding and bandage with fear in his eyes.

"I'm fine. Tie Zong helped me. I just suffered some minor skin injuries." Hua Yukun sighed, "But I lost again."

"If you lose, you lose. The leader of the Demon Cult is a brilliant man. Three of the seven major sword sects have died under his sword. It's not surprising that you lost."

Xie Fenghuang persuaded, and the hand holding Hua Yukun became more stable. She looked at Tie Kaicheng with gratitude.

Tie Kaicheng smiled and nodded to Hua Yukun and his wife, and turned to the leader of the Demon Cult, "Although Mrs. Hua has a bad temper and Mr. Hua is stubborn, it's not a capital crime anyway. You cut him in half with a knife, which is too cruel."

Xie Fenghuang couldn't help but smile bitterly. She didn't expect that her reputation for bad temper would spread to the Red Flag Escort Agency.

She pulled Hua Yukun back slowly, and her eyes were full of tenderness when she looked at Hua Yukun, "I will never lose my temper again in the future."

Hua Yukun held her hand and said, "Although you have a bad temper, you are just outspoken. There is no more straightforward and kind person in the world than you."

Xie Fenghuang's face turned bright red, "Ignorant old men are just talking nonsense. Don't let your friends see the joke."

The relationship between Hua Yukun and Xie Fenghuang was enviable, and Tie Kaicheng's words were also laughable. However, everyone could not relax at all at this time. Instead, they stared at the leader of the Demon Cult with their hearts high.

Because the leader of the Demon Cult has changed from being indifferent and indifferent before to becoming gloomy and unhappy now.

When the owner of the magic sword is unhappy, the magic sword will drink blood.

But everyone looked at Tie Kaicheng with shock. Only then did they realize that Tie Kaicheng's martial arts might be even higher than they imagined.

The leader of the Demon Cult looked at Tie Kaicheng, "When the magic sword is unsheathed, it must be stained with blood."

Tie Kaicheng pointed at Hua Yukun's forehead, "It's already stained with blood."

"Not enough!" The leader of the Demon Cult said firmly.

Tie Kaicheng asked, "What is enough?"

The leader of the Demon Cult said coldly, "People must die before it is enough!"

Tie Kaicheng blinked and continued to ask, "Then why didn't you say that the magic sword must be killed when it is unsheathed?"

"Because it doesn't sound good."

The leader of the Demon Cult smiled slightly, stretched out his hand to touch the scimitar, brushed the line of writing carved on the handle, and said leisurely, "The sound of the blood spraying is like the continuous spring rain, so it sounds good."

The leader of the Demon Cult looked at Tie Kaicheng, "Since you saved Hua Yukun, you should take his place yourself."