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Hengshan Sect's Strongest Sword Cultivator

As a member of the Hengshan Sect, Zhao Rong's desire to straighten out the workplace grew ever stronger. As the saying goes, the martial world is slippery, and people's hearts are complicated. When it comes to art, our Hengshan Sect is crowded with big shots, the sound of Xiaoxiang's night rain, the study of Guangling San, making quite the noise. But when it comes to combat strength, who can boast about their DPS(damage per second)? Even Shangguan Yun, who could be laid out in a second by the demonic sect’s elders, had something to say, "I've been part of a raid against a world Boss, what achievements do you from Mount Heng have?" "Mr. Yue's sister store from next door is behind in management mode, it needs to align with Alliance Hierarch's five-year plan." "The direction must be clear." "We need to focus on combat strength, we need to develop the guild!" ……

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Chapter 114: The Battle of the Blue Pond! (8.123k)

As spring neared its end, atop the high cliffs of Tianzhu Peak, the east wind blew mist and drizzle in his face.

The fine rain was dense and soft, soaking into Zhao Rong's skin and heart.

His spirit circled back, and with a casual grasp, Zhao Rong tilted the tip of the sword downward, rounded his arm, reversed his wrist, and with rapid swordplay twisted and turned before striking again!

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

It was like gusts of wind passing through the fog, and the urgent sounds were like knives and swords being fiercely ground in the gale.

Grinding the clouds, a reverse grinding to butcher them!

"Swish~!"

The rapid sword strikes continued!

Drops of rain were cut by his longsword and, following the momentum of the sword, shot out in all directions, piercing through the mountain mist and striking the surrounding cliff walls, creating a sound like a lively ditty.