At the moment when Zuo Mo stood up, Zhang Gonggong opened his eyes and got up.

  "I am Chang Heng." Chang Heng introduced himself simply, looking like he was chatting with an ordinary friend about trivial matters.

  "I am Zuo Mo." Zuo Mo replied cautiously, for some reason, the seemingly harmless Chang Xi made him feel a pressure that he had only felt from Wei Sheng Shixiong. Taking this opportunity, he carefully examined his opponent. The pale blue-gray short clothes on his body were particularly eye-catching among the luxurious silk-clad Ling Ying Sect disciples. Round face and short hair, his hair was like iron wires, standing straight up one by one.

  "You surprised me." Chang Heng continued: "I heard that your senior brother Wei Sheng understood the sword intent, I didn't expect that you also understood the sword intent."

  The surroundings suddenly erupted into an uproar!

  They may not have the eyesight to see through Zuo Mo's true nature, but who doesn't know what grasping the sword intent represents? Lin Yuan and others' faces suddenly relaxed a lot. To say nothing of other things, losing to a genius who grasped the sword intent isn't something shameful. Even Wang Shi Xiong, who was sitting on the ground, couldn't help but shake his head and bitterly laugh. If he had known earlier that Zuo Mo grasped the sword intent, he absolutely wouldn't have come out to fight.

  Everyone's gaze at Zuo Mo immediately became completely different, filled with reverence and respect, of course mixed with envy and jealousy.

  Zuo Mo shook his head: "I'm far inferior to Shixiong." He was secretly shocked, a casual glance and he could see through to the bottom, his strength absolutely not weak.

  "There's no need to be too humble." Chang Heng waved his hand casually: "After Weisheng is better, I'll go find him myself."

  Seeing him speak so casually about Wei Sheng, Zuo Mo's heart was greatly displeased, and he coldly snorted: "Let's settle this match first."

  "Chang often shook his head: 'You are not my opponent.'"

  "How can you be sure if you don't compare?" Zuo Mo said unwillingly.

  "I'm about to condense my pulse." A light and airy sentence suddenly left Zuo Mo speechless. He had no choice but to admit that the other party was right, their cultivation levels were too far apart, his own cultivation had increased rapidly, and now he was only at the fourth layer of foundation building, while the other party's "condensing pulse" was already at the tenth layer of foundation building.

  Although he had previously defeated a foundation-building cultivator during the Qi-refining stage, he was well aware that half of the reason for this outcome lay with his opponent.

  But often horizontal, Zuo Mo couldn't help but raise his head to take a look. The opponent's temperament was so calm and composed, and the pressure that seemed to be everywhere made him certain that the opponent was very strong. Zuo Mo's combat experience was already quite rich, he knew what kind of people could be provoked and what kind of people couldn't be messed with, he wasn't stupid either.

  "I give up! Which one do you choose?" Zuo Mo reacted extremely quickly. He had come seeking wealth, and now he had earned a fortune, even if he lost this round, he still won four rounds and gained three precious treasures. With such a rich harvest, he was already satisfied.

  It's often better to admit defeat when you know you're outmatched, rather than risk getting hurt. Knowing when to cut your losses is a crucial skill for any businessman, and it's not worth deluding yourself otherwise.

  Chang Heng stared at Zuo Mo for a long time before suddenly smiling and saying: "You're actually quite clever."

  "Knowing the times is all." Zuo Mo nodded his head, his heart resentful and wanting to leave immediately. The longer he stayed, the more he felt that this ordinary-looking man in front of him was dangerous: "Brother Chang can choose anything he likes, I will definitely present it with both hands."

  He remained unmoved, his gaze cast far away, and said calmly: "If you can withstand my one move, then take the things and leave. If you can't, then leave all the things behind."

  Zuo Mo's heart skipped a beat, and he hastily said, "Shifu Shixiong, younger brother..."

  "I stand where I am, guarding my principles." Chang Heng did not withdraw his gaze.

  The crows and sparrows around fell silent, even the air seemed to have suddenly become bleak and murderous. Everyone held their breath, knowing that the most exciting part was about to arrive. The Lingying Sect disciples were all excitedly agitated, completely conquered by Chang Heng's overbearing aura. Even Tao Juan'er's peach blossom eyes didn't want to leave Chang Heng's body for a moment.

  So far, Chang Heng has not shown any strength or taken any action, yet he is like the master of this land, so natural and unquestionable.

  Zuo Mo took a deep breath, and he realized that this battle was probably unavoidable.

  The requirements put forward by the other party are not excessive, as long as they can withstand one move, Zuo Mo will be equivalent to a complete victory. If he doesn't respond, today's victory would be equivalent to vanishing into thin air in an instant. The opponent has enough reason to surround himself, and Chang Heng often uses the moves that Zuo Mo used before, putting himself in a disadvantageous position first, and then forcing the opponent to agree to follow his own route.

  This feeling is really terrible! Luo Mo shook his head, wanting to throw these distracting thoughts out of his mind.

  Everything is at stake in this one move!

  But... even cultivators in the Condensing Pulse stage wouldn't dare guarantee that they could take care of themselves with just one move. Since it can't be avoided, then bring it on!

  After careful consideration, Luomuo adjusted his breath and opened his stance, saying in a low voice: "As you wish, Master!"

  "Not bad, I like it." Chang often praised and nodded in agreement.

  Then he undid his clothes and exposed his upper body, with a copper ring in the middle of his collarbone.

  What is this?

  The cultivators watching from the sidelines all looked puzzled, whispering to each other in hushed tones. In stark contrast, the Lingying Sect disciples were ecstatic, their faces flushed with excitement, stretching their necks and opening their eyes wide, staring intently at Chang Heng, as if something earth-shattering was about to happen.

  Zuo Mo was also somewhat perplexed, but he firmly guarded his mind and didn't dare to relax in the slightest.

  He often closed his eyes and touched the copper ring above his collarbone with his right hand. Then he did something that shocked everyone - he slowly pulled the copper ring upwards!

  Delicious!

  Under the copper ring, a blood-red sword hilt was attached, and it was slowly pulled out of the bloody flesh from his chest.

  His face showed no pain at all, on the contrary, he revealed a few gentle and intoxicating expressions.

  Zuo Mo was frightened by the eerie and bloody scene before his eyes, his hairs standing on end. It wasn't just Zuo Mo; in fact, almost everyone around him had a terrified expression, while some of the more timid ones were already vomiting uncontrollably to one side.

  "It's... too... brutal..." Yan Mingzi stammered with excitement.

  When the blood-red sword was completely pulled out of Chang's body, that fear penetrated into everyone's bones. This is a very strange sword, not long, only about one and a half feet long, two fingers wide, all over blood red, no sword guard or hilt, the blood-red blade directly connected to the copper ring, the copper ring just fits on the finger.

  It's strange that there are no wounds on Qian Xi's body, and his collarbone is smooth and unblemished.

  The scene before him was just a man holding a somewhat strange red flying sword. But anyone who saw the previous scene would absolutely not be able to forget it, such a bloody and eerie picture.

  His eyes opened wide as usual, his expression unchanged, and even his voice was no different from before: "This ring sword is called 'Blood Spider'."

  His left hand's scalp hair stood on end, as if facing a great enemy, and his hands grasping the sword couldn't help but sweat.

  If it can be said that the pressure he had been under before was only a faint but ubiquitous one, then the pressure brought by "Blood Spider" with sword in hand is like a sea of blood, leaving him nowhere to escape! The sudden change in pressure would make even someone with a slightly weaker will collapse in an instant. Zuo Mo felt as if everything in front of him was gradually being dyed with a layer of crimson.

  Zuo Mo unconsciously tightened his grip on the Water Droplet Sword, and suddenly a calm and gentle water intent emanated from the sword body. Although it was extremely faint, at this moment, it greatly alleviated the tension in his heart.

  No! At this rate, I'll lose even if I don't fight!

  Zuo Mo closed his eyes, held his breath, and silently activated the "Fetal Breath Divine Technique". His physical and spiritual energy circulated, and his consciousness gradually became more lively from its initial dullness.

  Unconsciously, the fear in Zuo Mo's heart greatly weakened, his restless heart gradually calming down.

  At some point, a streak of blood appeared in his usually calm eyes. He looked at Zuo Mo with appreciation. However, when this gaze fell on others, it was like a cold air rising from the bottom of their hearts, just like a ferocious blood spider staring at its prey.

  He lightly swung his fingers, and the "Blood Spider Sword" on his fingers quickly rotated, bringing up a wheel of crimson light.

  "The Blood Spider Sword" spun faster and faster, emitting a humming sound that gradually turned into an eerily cold hissing sound. A surge of violently brutal energy descended from the sky, with Chang Heng at its center!

  At this time, the onlookers who were closer by turned pale and wanted to turn around and escape, but they found that their legs had gone soft. Thud thud thud, they all fell softly to the ground.

  There was only one person standing still, wearing a black veil and a conical hat. His clothes rustled in the wind, but his veil remained motionless, revealing a pair of narrow eyes as sharp as a knife blade.

  Zuo Mo felt as if he was in a vast sea of blood, with huge waves crashing and roaring, thunderously colliding, blocking out the sky and sun. He himself was like a small boat, tiny and insignificant, drifting unsteadily, possibly to be swallowed by these enormous waves at any moment.

  Suddenly, a wave of blood rose before him, transforming into an extremely ugly blood beast, opening its huge bloody mouth and roaring as it pounced on him.

  With the Dripping Water Sword in hand, Zuo Mo closed his eyes and held his breath. All of his spiritual energy had unknowingly flowed into the Dripping Water Sword. The sword was like a small winding river, with waves rippling and changing unpredictably.

  As he stared at that bloody big mouth about to swallow him whole, he slowly lifted up the small river in his hand!

  And the small river transformed from the dripping water sword on his hand underwent a drastic change, with eerie flames rising from the water, emitting an astonishing chill. The short small river also rippled wave after wave like the tide. If Zuo Mo could see it, he would definitely discover that the current appearance of the dripping water sword was exactly the same as the Sword River in his Sea of Consciousness!

  One by one, the water-like flames swallowed and spat out countless tiny sword tips like ice crystals. The tidal waves surged more violently, the water-like flames burning fiercely, the cold air growing stronger!

  With his left hand, he held a cluster of faint flames, his entire body's clothes were torn to shreds. He let out a furious roar, using all his strength, from below to above, fiercely slashing down!

  First fusion of sword intent - "Departing from Water and Burning the Sky"!