Chapter 1265: Sword Mountain!
In the wake of the inner demon's impassioned speech, Zhao Yuqing frowned deeply. "Heaven has its Heavenly Dao, and all things have their underlying truths. What need is there for so many words?"
"Hahaha..."
The inner demon burst into laughter. "If there truly were no need, why would I appear here? Zhao Yuqing, real is real, and fake is fake! You might not be able to tell the difference, but I can!"
With that, the inner demon raised the Wooden Sword in its hand.
At that moment, Zhao Yuqing seemed to lose all his strength. He raised a hand to block, only to be swept away by the surging Sword Qi.
He crashed to the ground several zhang away, coughing up blood.
Yu Hongdou tried to call out to him, but the Old Sword Cultivator vanished in the blink of an eye.
He sighed softly and shook his head.
He stepped forward, patted Yu Hongdou on the shoulder, and said, "I'm going to get a drink. Focus on your sword practice."