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When Chen Ran heard what he said, he couldn't help but tighten his anus tightly. If this was really useless, it was no joke. For a moment, he showed timidity.
Chen Haoran snorted coldly, moved his right hand, and a sheathed long sword came into his hand.
He looked at Cheng Ling coldly and said, "Don't say I won't give you a chance. The winner of this competition will get this sword, life or death!"
After saying that, his arm shook, revealing a section of the sword. Cheng Ling took a look and saw that the sword was round and smooth, with a hint of coldness emanating from the blade. It turned out to be a middle-grade sword.
He was excited and deeply puzzled. Are Chen Ling and Chen Haoran really father and son? Is there really such a father who desperately wants to kill his son?
Chen Ran was excited. This sword was a rare middle-grade sword in the clan. What was even more rare was that it also had the bonus of thunder and cloud swordsmanship.
He had always wanted to get it, but unfortunately Chen Haoran only wanted to pass it on to Chen Zong. Now in order to cheer himself up and kill Cheng Ling, he was willing to take it out.
Cheng Xiao was also surprised. Middle-grade swords were rare items in the family. Even the Cheng family only had three. From the look of Chen Haoran, it was obvious that he had spent a lot of money on them.
He couldn't help but look forward to seeing how Cheng Ling would respond. Haha, this is life or death!
Chen Ran suddenly felt as if he had been injected with blood. His previous cowardice disappeared. He raised his sword proudly and said to Cheng Ling: "I don't care whether you live or die, do you dare?"
Cheng Ling gave a long laugh, glanced at Chen Haoran coldly, and said, "I don't care whether you live or die. Today I will make you lose two sons in a row to see if you can keep your promise and give this sword!"
Chen Haoran said solemnly: "I, Chen Haoran, will do what I say!"
Cheng Ling nodded, turned around and shouted: "Come on then!"
Chen Ran made a move in response, and a ray of sword light flashed across, pointing directly at Cheng Ling's throat.
Cheng Ling raised his right hand to block the sword, held the hilt of the sword with his backhand, pointed the sword towards himself, and waved his right arm.
"Clang, clang, clang, clang" The four swords struck back quickly. Chen Ran was shocked. He had never seen such a sword technique before, so he could only block as much as possible.
This is exactly the backhand swordsmanship that Cheng Ling has learned after practicing the swordsmanship of the sword hall for more than a year. This swordsmanship can be regarded as self-invented, and the most important thing is surprise.
Chen Ran's cultivation level is higher than his, which is his weakness. Only by suppressing the opponent in swordsmanship can he turn defeat into victory.
His sword movement was strange, and he struck the upper half of the sword body several times in a row, causing Chen Ran to spend more effort to block and had to switch to the defensive.
Cheng Ling grabbed this slight advantage. After he took a few steps back, he launched the Cloud-Shattering Sword, which slowed down his speed and reaction.
Immediately afterwards, Xuan Lei Swordsmanship, Qing Feng Xu Lai, and Qing Feng Luo were struck continuously, and bursts of sword pressure were overwhelming.
Chen Ran had been on guard against his Cloud-Shattering Sword for a long time, but after he actually took it, he understood why Chen Zonghui was defeated so quickly.
As soon as this sword move came out, it was like layers of clouds covering him, and his eyes and movements were affected.
As soon as he took a breath, the subsequent sword attacks came one after another, and the sword never left the vital parts of his body.
He was horrified and could only use his remaining strength to block while looking for opportunities to counterattack.
Cheng Ling was also surprised by his tenacity. He was able to withstand several attacks without suffering any injuries. He was truly worthy of being the number one among the younger generation of the Chen family.
But he didn't just have that little skill, his sword skills never stopped, and he kept exerting pressure on him.
Chen Ran also tried his best. Although the swordsmanship he knew was not as high-end as Yunyin's swordsmanship, he had practiced for a long time and had reached the peak of several low-grade swordsmanship. In addition, his cultivation level was a small level higher than that of Cheng Ling. , but I persisted in it in a short period of time.
Chen Haoran finally breathed a sigh of relief. Although Chen Ran was at a disadvantage in front of him, as long as he maintained a stalemate, he could kill Cheng Ling even with all his strength.
The two of them were going back and forth in the ring, fighting inextricably. However, the elders and disciples all thought that Cheng Ling had more swordsmanship because his swordsmanship was so varied.
Sometimes it's the Broken Cloud Sword, sometimes it's the Xuanbing Swordsmanship, sometimes it's the Xuanlei Swordsmanship, and there are many basic swordsmanship mixed in between.
Moreover, the connection between these swordsmanships is very beautiful, just like an antelope hanging its horns, there is no gap.
Even Cheng Xiao nodded secretly, this future uncle's swordsmanship talent is really amazing!
Before they knew it, the two of them had been fighting for a long time. Cheng Ling was also thinking of a way. It would be uneconomical for him to waste it like this.
In fact, he still has a few methods to suppress the situation, one of which is Fengjuan Canyun, but this swordsmanship is too high-end and he dare not use it easily.
The second is the swordsmanship combo that he has learned by himself, but the combo requires an opportunity, which has not yet appeared.
Cheng Ling thought, since you don't give me a loophole, then I will create a loophole!
His swordsmanship changed, his arm strength was changed to increase speed, and he incorporated the artistic conception of wind, and he was able to perform several swordsmanships at the fastest speed in the shortest time.
Chen Ran was caught off guard. Cheng Ling suddenly changed the rhythm of his attacks, causing him to retreat continuously. At this moment, Cheng Ling saw through his sword move, and with one sweep of his sword, he made a gash, and he continued to perform sword skills in his hand.
In an instant, his sword danced with a circle of light. Cloud-shattering sword, basic swordsmanship, backhand sword, thunderbolt, basic swordsmanship, gentle breeze, vast sea of clouds, and the last move is the wind and the remaining clouds!
Chen Ran was beaten so hard that he screamed repeatedly and had no time to breathe. He could only feel that Cheng Ling's sword moves were coming from all directions.
In an instant, his body was wounded in many places, and blood gurgled down. He opened his mouth wide and sucked in air, wanting to shout and admit defeat.
But Cheng Ling didn't allow him to speak. When he opened his mouth, a ray of sword light slashed towards his neck. He could only raise his head and swallowed the call that reached his lips.
After repeating this so many times, Chen Ran almost went crazy. He cursed in his heart, "You let me speak!" Why don't I give up?
But Cheng Ling still pressed forward step by step, and kept hitting his vital points with killing moves. He was already cruel. Since you, Chen Haoran, insist on killing me, then accept the pain of losing two sons in one day!
He drew his sword faster and faster, but Chen Ran's swordsmanship became more messy and full of flaws. In less than a moment, the tendons of his hands and feet were severed.
Chen Haoran finally felt heartbroken. He jumped up and rushed toward the ring, shouting: "Assistant, Chen Ran surrenders!"
Cheng Ling exploded with all his strength and struck three swords in a row. Just a second before Chen Haoran threw himself on the ring, a sword beam hit Chen Ran's throat.
Chen Ran suddenly felt dizzy. He held the injured area with both hands, his eyes gradually became blurred, and he finally fell straight down.
Chen Haoran was extremely angry and yelled: "You little beast, die here!" He slapped Cheng Ling with a palm.
Cheng Ling kicked off his legs and instantly moved several feet sideways, escaping from the clutches of his palm.
At this time, Xuan Lingzi and Cheng Xiao both arrived and stopped in front of Cheng Ling. They were finally out of danger!
Xuan Lingzi said angrily: "Master Chen, not everyone can bully my disciples! The old man's life is short. If you really want to, just accompany Master Chen in a fight!"
Cheng Xiao also said: "Master Chen, my future uncle of the Cheng family, not everyone can be bullied!"
Chen Haoran secretly resented that he was just a hair away. He didn't expect that boy to be so alert and able to dodge that blow.
Cheng Ling looked at Chen Haoran coldly and said, "No matter life or death, this is a middle-grade sword. Do the people in the Chen family talk like farts?"
This sentence was heartbreaking enough, and it elevated the whole incident to the level of family reputation. No matter how unwilling he was, Chen Haoran could only throw the sword in his hand over and said coldly: "I hope you can hold on to your life!"
Cheng Ling laughed and said calmly: "Don't worry, I'm not sure. Isn't there another Wuxiang Sword Sect!"
Chen Haoran didn't speak anymore. He just glanced at Chen Ran lying on the ground and said, "Bring it down!"
Immediately, two disciples came on stage and carried Chen Ran's body down.
Chen Haoran glanced at Cheng Ling and the others again, said, "See you off!" He puffed up his sleeves and walked away.
Xuan Lingzi immediately left the Chen family with Cheng Ling and Cheng Xiao.
The three of them walked forward and soon left Luoye City. Cheng Xiao said: "Uncle, the marriage between our Cheng family and you is finalized. I am very satisfied. I will go back and talk to the clan leader."
After saying that, he laughed and left first.
Cheng Ling looked at his leaving figure and smiled bitterly. He felt that he could not shirk his marriage with Cheng Yanbing because of the favor he had received today!
Xuan Lingzi glanced at him and said with a smile: "Don't worry, this is also a good thing. That kid Yan Bing has a good nature!"
Cheng Ling had no choice but to nod in agreement.
Xuan Lingzi added: "Now, the conflict between you and the Chen family has intensified. As long as Chen Haoran becomes the clan leader, he will never let you go. What are your plans?"
Cheng Ling smiled bitterly and said, "What are your plans? The soldiers will block it, the water will cover it with the soil. It's almost night now, and I don't want to go back to the sect so soon. Master, can you walk with me?"
Xuan Lingzi smiled and said: "Well, I will accompany you back to the sect slowly as my master! But Ling'er, since you don't care about the Chen family's affairs, why are you holding back?"
Cheng Ling sighed: "I'm just melancholy. I got married when I was only twelve years old, and I don't know that woman, let alone have feelings for her!"
Xuan Lingzi smiled and said: "I can't help you at this point. I have been pursuing Taoism all my life. I have never experienced love between a man and a woman, and I don't know how to deal with it."
"Could it be that master has never had feelings for women?" Cheng Ling asked.
"I was tempted, there was such a person, but it's a pity that everything was in vain, and I missed it unknowingly!"
"Who is it? Does the disciple know him?" Cheng Ling's gossip fire has been ignited.
"That's Yan Bing's master, Liu Qingyan."
Cheng Ling was very excited and asked hurriedly: "How did I get in touch? How could I miss it?"
Xuan Lingzi unconsciously recalled the time when he was young. Perhaps, under such a quiet night sky, accompanied by his beloved disciple, the eight hundred years of spiritual practice were completely let go at this moment.
He murmured in memory: "Back then, she was so amazing and talented, so many fellow apprentices fell in love with her."
"I was timid as a teacher. I didn't dare to approach her or even talk to her. Until one day, she told me that she liked the concentration on my deductive formation."
"At that time, I was almost crazy with joy. I just thought that I must be outstanding in the formation, so that I can be worthy of her."
Cheng Ling looked at Xuan Lingzi. At this moment, he really looked like an old man on earth, deeply missing the love of his life!
