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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 147: First Meeting in Life, How Much of the Past? (8.348k)

The stench of blood was overwhelming, piercing the nose and troubling the heart, nearly inducing nausea.

The scene before everyone was beyond anyone's expectations.

While the Protector of Mount Song could restrain himself from reacting to Weng's gruesome dismemberment, Feng Buping and Cong Buqi could not—a cry of "Junior Brother" from one, and a shout of "Senior Brother" from the other.

In an instant, both men drew their swords and stabbed at the two closest monsters.

Tao Ganxian and Tao Yexian reacted promptly, each drawing a short iron rod and with a clang of metal, parried the longswords.

The six Taoists stood their ground and cast a collective glare, causing Feng and Cong to feel a surge of fear, deterring them from further assault.

Feng's sickly yellow face filled with rage as he cursed loudly,

"Six vile scoundrels! My junior brother bore no grudges or grievances with you, yet you struck him down with such cruel intent!"