Leveling System of Acquiring Skill From Books

Just as Fu Yuan was about to close his eyes, an aged voice echoed across the sky.    

    

"You killed my disciple, go to hell!"    

    

The entire mansion exploded, causing a huge cloud of dust.    

    

When the dust settled.    

    

One. He was skinny and skinny, like a monkey, but the killing intent emitted from his body was terrifying.    

    

The corner of Fu Yuan's mouth finally curled up into a smile.    

    

"Master, have you come out yet? I'm really happy that you are willing to help me. I really want to see the elegance of your attack. Unfortunately, I can't see it anymore."    

    

Fu Yuan closed his eyes and died.    

    

Zheng Zhong, who was in the air, was neither happy nor sad.    

    

"Tokugawa, you killed my disciple. You have to pay with your life for this."    

    

"Haha, is that so? We are both famous. I am Sword God, and you are Sword Saint. But we haven't fought for so many years, and the victor is finally going to be decided. "    

    

Tokugawa's words were filled with anticipation.    

    

All these years, Zheng Zhong had never fought before.    

    

The only time he made a move was ten years ago, when he defeated the Sword Saint and seized the title of Sword Saint.    

    

It was widely known in the martial world that Tokugawa was no match for Zheng Zhong. He was not worthy of being called Sword God.    

    

This was the regret in his heart for many years.    

    

Today's battle, he had to wash away all the shame.    

    

Ye Chen looked at Zheng Zhong and said faintly, "Tokugawa will lose, and he will be very miserable."    

    

"What? Won't we be even more miserable?"    

    

Zhao was instantly terrified.    

    

"It won't be. Senior Tokugawa was a descendant of the Edo family, and his strength was at the top of the world. How could he possibly lose? Don't try to boost the morale of others, and destroy your own prestige. "    

    

"Since you have so much confidence in him, let's wait and see." Ye Chen said with a smile.    

    

Zhao glared at him.    

    

What was going on?    

    

Ye Chen seemed to really want Tokugawa to lose. How could he think that way?    

    

If Tokugawa lost, wouldn't they also lose?    

    

In fact, their lives were in danger!    

    

...    

    

The two of them continued to confront each other. The long robes on their bodies moved even though there was no wind. The Sword Qi cut across the sky and its power reached the horizon.    

    

Suddenly.    

    

A crisp sound rang out.    

    

Tokugawa pulled out the Long Sword. At the same time, his body moved like lightning.    

    

A cold light flashed and slashed at Zheng Zhong.    

    

"So senior Tokugawa is so strong."    

    

Zhao's eyes widened.    

    

This time, she was even more confident.    

    

She even arrogantly raised her chin at Ye Chen.    

    

"Is he considered strong? That's all."    

    

"You are envious of his strength."    

    

Zhao noticed.    

    

Ye Chen was just being mean.    

    

Tokugawa was obviously very strong, but Ye Chen was still unwilling to admit it.    

    

Ye Chen was indeed very rich.    

    

But could your money stop the Sword Qi?    

    

"I envy him? I won't even take a look at this kind of trash skill formula."    

    

The Sword Dao during the Edo period was indeed very powerful, but compared to the five thousand years of history in Huaxia, it was just a drop in the ocean.    

    

The sword techniques in his Book Sea were as numerous as the stars in the sky.    

    

There were many more sword techniques that were more powerful than the One Saber Flow.    

    

"Furthermore, this is only the beginning and not the end. If Zheng Zhong can dodge this attack, Tokugawa will fall into an irrecoverable state."    

    

"Hmph, you are obviously jealous of him." Zhao refused to admit it.    

    

But just as she finished speaking.    

    

Tokugawa's Long Sword was about to cut into Zheng Zhong's head. In just a breath's time, he would be able to cut Zheng Zhong in half.    

    

However, at this critical moment...    

    

Zheng Zhong moved.    

    

He did not draw his sword, but used both hands to clamp down on the Long Sword.    

    

"I just heard that you fought with my disciple and didn't draw your sword, so I'll treat you with the same treatment."    

    

"You are arrogant and ignorant, go to hell!"    

    

The vigorous Sword Qi turned into a flow of air. Suddenly, the Sword Qi became incomparably huge. It was several meters long, and it even covered Zheng Zhong within it.    

    

A smile appeared on Tokugawa's face.    

    

However, in the next moment, his smile gradually froze.    

    

His Long Sword was actually firmly held in place.    

    

How was this possible?    

    

Bare Hands Taking Blade?    

    

"Go to hell!"    

    

Zheng Zhong said. He quickly attacked with his left hand, sending out a sharp white light.    

    

Tokugawa's expression changed dramatically.    

    

If he was stabbed, even if he didn't die, he would still be injured.    

    

"Run!"    

    

Tokugawa retreated, but his Tyakura had been poured into the sword just now.    

    

At this critical moment, it was impossible for him to inject the Tyakura into his legs.    

    

The most important thing was that his Long Sword could not move an inch.    

    

It seemed like he could only dodge it.    

    

Tokugawa threw his sword away and flipped over. A bloody hole had been pierced through his abdomen.    

    

"As a swordsman, your sword is your life. You even lost your sword, which means that you don't even want your life anymore."    

    

Zheng Zhong said in a low voice and launched an attack.    

    

This time, Tokugawa's throat was cut by the sword.    

    

Warm blood flowed from Tokugawa's neck. He didn't even say a word, but his eyes were filled with unwillingness.    

    

Tokugawa knelt on the ground and died with his eyes open.    

    

Everyone was shocked.    

    

How could a Sword Saint be so powerful that he could kill Sword God without even using his sword?    

    

Was there anyone in this world who could defeat him?    

    

Ye Chen said faintly, "Actually, Tokugawa isn't that weak. He shouldn't have been defeated so quickly. The reason why he lost was because he paid attention to his appearance and wasn't firm enough."    

    

"What are you talking about? The Sword Saint's sword will be pointed at us soon. Do you want to die?"    

    

As she neared death, Zhao became somewhat crazed.    

    

Mu Wan patted her back with a heartache, feeling anxious in her heart.    

    

What should she do?    

    

She could not use words to tell Zhao that Ye Chen was very strong, even stronger than Sword God, Sword Saint.    

    

Most importantly, Zhao wouldn't believe it.    

    

Su Xueqing was also a little anxious in her heart.    

    

"Hubby, just do it. Save Zhao from worrying."    

    

"I really don't want to hit these weak people. It is very embarrassing."    

    

Ye Chen said, "Hekun, go and deal with him. If you really can't beat him, then come back."    

    

"Alright, Master."    

    

"We've known each other for so long, but I've never seen you use a weapon. Do you know how to use a weapon?"    

    

Wen Hekun scratched his head shyly.    

    

"I am proficient in spear arts, but spears are very expensive. I have been fighting empty-handed."    

    

"Why didn't you say so earlier?"    

    

Ye Chen was speechless, and he even complained.    

    

He waved his hand and dozens of spears appeared in front of him.    

    

"You can choose whatever you want."    

    

"Really? Thank you, Master."    

    

Wen Hekun looked at these treasures and was delighted.    

    

"This one."    

    

Wen Hekun picked up a golden long spear. It matched perfectly with his cultivation technique.    

    

Ye Chen looked at Wen Hekun. Wen Hekun was not greedy. He only took one spear.    

    

"Alright, then use this spear to stab this old man."    

    

"No problem."    

    

Wen Hekun shouted out loudly and rushed madly towards Sword Saint Zheng Zhong.    

    

"Can he do it?" Zhao asked doubtfully.    

    

Wen Hekun looked fierce, but she did not know how strong he was.