I Inherited 5,000 Years of Family Property-Chapter 1302 1306: I Am a Sword Immortal

"Who is this person?"
"He can actually compete evenly with the Sword God's sword qi. I've never heard of such a figure."
"Could he be the legendary Sword Saint Mo Xiaoxi?"
"No, he's not the Sword Saint. I was fortunate enough to witness the Sword Saint's elegance once; he's a middle-aged man, definitely not this young."
Zhang Menglong's appearance left everyone in speculation. Since when did the Stigma Continent produce such a powerful and young sword cultivator?
"He's... he's actually this formidable?" The martial artist who had just chatted with Zhang Menglong was shocked to his core. Who had he just been talking to? He initially thought he was just a young man here to watch the excitement, but who knew he turned out to be a big shot.
Thinking of this, he held tightly onto the pack of cigarettes Zhang Menglong casually handed him. Since it was given by a big shot, shouldn't he hurry and keep it safe?
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"How could he only be a Semi-Saint?" Sword God Duan Xianchen became more and more surprised as he fought. He originally thought Zhang Menglong was hiding his strength, which allowed him to stalemate with him. Anyone can hide their strength, but once a fight truly commences, one's true realm would be revealed.
However, the aura from Zhang Menglong remained at the Semi-Saint level, yet he managed to stand on equal footing with him, a martial artist at the Saint Three Realms! The profound sword intent contained within Zhang Menglong's sword qi made even him feel inferior. Just how significant must the disparity in sword intent be to bridge such a massive chasm in power?
Duan Xianchen quietly began to get serious. Even if it was just a draw against a Semi-Saint, it was a very embarrassing matter for him.
Thirty percent strength! Fifty percent strength! Eighty percent!
Duan Xianchen was almost unable to control his rampaging sword qi. He had been pushed to such an extent, yet Zhang Menglong responded to his attacks with ease and composure.
Were it not for the dragon bone's incredible resilience, such a level of battle could have already torn the top of Dragon City apart.
"Who are you really? You're not Mo Xiaoxi! But on the Stigma Continent, there surely won't be a third person whose swordsmanship reaches this level of mastery!" Duan Xianchen halted his attack, now beginning to truly regard the young man in front of him.
"Since you need a title, call me Sword Immortal!" Zhang Menglong laughed, "I don't want to fight you. Just give me a spot. You wait for your Sword Saint, I'll wait for my friend. We can stay out of each other's business!"
"We've come this far, do you think there's a way out? With so many people watching, if we just stopped here, what would they think of me, Duan Xianchen?" Duan Xianchen looked directly at Zhang Menglong, "Today, either I defeat you, or you defeat me!"
Zhang Menglong's appearance even made Duan Xianchen more fired up. For a strong person, there's nothing more joyful than challenging someone even stronger. Originally, in his heart, his opponent was only Mo Xiaoxi!
But now, he had one more adversary. If he could defeat both the Sword Immortal and the Sword Saint, then from this day on, he, Duan Xianchen, would truly be the foremost in swordsmanship on the Stigma Continent.
"You really want to fight?" Zhang Menglong sighed, "I just don't want you to lose face."
"Hahahaha!" Duan Xianchen laughed loudly, "Young man, I admit you are truly unmatched in Sword Dao under heaven. At your age, I wasn't even a fraction of what you are now. But if it comes to a real match, do you really think you can win?"
Even though Duan Xianchen had already used eighty percent of his strength earlier, he still had some ultimate sword moves. These were condensed from his thousands of years of understanding of the Sword Dao. Up till now, those who forced out these moves from him were mostly already defeated.
These sword moves were meant to be used when dueling with Mo Xiaoxi, deciding life and death, victory and defeat. He never expected a young Semi-Saint could force out these two killer moves.
"Sigh, fine, fine, you come on!" Zhang Menglong signaled with his hand, "Agreed, just one move. No matter the result, after this move, no more fighting!"
"You can say the rest after this!"
"Swish!" With a flash of cold light, Duan Xianchen drew his sword for the first time.
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As Duan Xianchen drew his sword for the first time, the martial artists watching and those tuning in to the live broadcast were all in an uproar.
"The Sword God has drawn his sword!"
"How many years has it been since the Sword God last drew his sword? Who would've thought that even without the spar between the Sword God and Sword Saint, we'd witness such an exciting battle."
"The Celestial Dust Sword! It is said that the Sword God found a piece of Meteorite Iron from Beyond the Heavens in the deep seas of Stigma and used it as the core material, forging it with various rare materials, and the maker of this sword drawing was none other than Master Tian Moxie!"
"Master Tian Moxie? You mean the top artifact refiner on Stigma Continent?"
"Exactly! It's said that when this sword was successfully forged, it even attracted the World Force. Even the World Force couldn't tolerate such a powerful weapon existing. The Sword God had to pay a steep price to preserve this sword."
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"That's a fine sword you have!" Zhang Menglong looked at the sword in the Sword God's hand. Apart from a few swords used by teachers at the Super God Academy, he couldn't pull out any that could compare to this Celestial Dust Sword.
"I don't bully someone unarmed; winning that way would be dishonorable!" Duan Xianchen said, "Reveal your weapon!"
In Duan Xianchen's eyes, someone like Zhang Menglong, with such high attainment in the Sword Dao, must have an extraordinary sword.
"Alright then!" Zhang Menglong said, "I'll show you my weapon, lest I hurt your confidence or you think I disrespect you!"
Duan Xianchen took a deep breath; could Zhang Menglong's divine weapon be on the same level as his?
However, Zhang Menglong pulled out a fruit knife!
Yes!
Just an ordinary two-yuan folding fruit knife from the supermarket, which Zhang Menglong usually used to peel fruit, nothing special at all!
Duan Xianchen's mouth twitched. This too counts as a weapon?
A fruit knife that couldn't even scratch the surface of a True Martial Realm martial artist's skin, and yet you claim you're not looking down on people?
"Oh my god! Unbelievable, he's using a fruit knife against the Sword God's Celestial Dust Sword?"
"Arrogant! So arrogant! The last time I saw someone this arrogant was the last time!"
"He's even more arrogant than the one who dismantled the Giant Blade Martial Battle Arena!"
"Not to mention, even the master who brushed the Soul-devouring Beast's teeth wasn't this arrogant!"
"Do you think it's possible the person you're talking about is actually him?" Some online viewers, including a few students from the Super God Academy, thought every time Zhang Menglong showed off, they learned a new lesson in swagger.
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"Fine! I want to see how you intend to break my swordsmanship with a fruit knife!"
The Sword God flew into the sky. At that moment, it seemed the world dimmed, leaving only a sword, and that sword was Duan Xianchen!
"Great Tianyan Sword!"
A sword light shot straight to the heavens, causing the entire Dragon City of Stigma to tremble. All the sword cultivators could clearly sense the extraordinary beauty of this sword. This was a supreme sword move!
"So flashy!" Zhang Menglong slightly leaned forward, his stance shifting to that of a treasured sword about to be drawn as the fierce sword qi approached. He placed the fruit knife at his waist, his aura transforming into that of a sword about to be unsheathed.
"Sword Drawing Technique!"
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