The 130th round of the first round of competition (Part 1)
Mo Yunzi narrowed his eyes and saw the enemy's incoming move. He pressed his sword horizontally across his body and performed a "Hide His Head" pose. He lowered his body by half and dodged both the enemy's feints and actual moves.
Xin Ling shook out the sword flower and stabbed it against Mo Yunzi's head. The sword energy was vigorous and formed into a ball, and the brilliance was dazzling.
The moment when a move becomes too old is often the most difficult time for a martial artist to change his moves. This is the perfect time to counterattack. Mo Yunzi's eyes were filled with fierceness, and he swung his sword to use the move, and his whole body followed the trend. stood up.
This sword set off an overwhelming sword energy, sweeping up from the ground like a stormy wave crashing on the shore!
The sword energy flew around, leaving several finger-deep marks on the ground. The ground here is all made of special stones. Each stone is similar to an iron plate. It can make dents on these stone slabs. It can be seen that this One sword is so powerful!
But no matter how fierce the attack is, it must be able to hit the enemy.
At the moment when the sword energy was raised, Xin Ling had already withdrawn and dodged sideways without receiving any damage. He was famous for his fast swordsmanship, and his body skills were certainly not slow. He avoided the sword, immediately changed his moves, and attacked Cang Cang. The next move in the Song Sword Technique was launched. This move was called "Old Uncle Fengchun" and could be used when he was passive. He shook the sword flower, and the sword energy flew diagonally all over his body, back and forth, left and right. From left to right, the attack covered an area of one foot in radius.
Mo Yunzi figured out the loophole in this move, jumped out of it, somersaulted and landed on the ground.
Xin Ling shook up the sword in his hand, chased after him, and struck Mo Yunzi's back with his sword. If he wanted to use the fast sword, the first prerequisite was to master the sword technique thoroughly and strictly follow the sword technique in the battle. Use routines to make moves, only in this way can you be handy and make moves quickly!
Mo Yunzi felt that the evil wind behind him was not good, so he used the move "Peacock Spreading Its Tail", swinging Xin Ling's sword away, then turned around and fought with Xin Ling.
Xin Ling fired one move, followed by another, attacking Mo Yunzi with a continuous attack. Each move was faster than the next, and each move was stronger than the last. Step by step, he showed his own strength.
Mo Yunzi concentrated on parrying, relying on the formulas of Zu Xun's swordsmanship to dismantle Xin Ling's moves, and managed to save himself. However, the fight was very dangerous. Often, just as he blocked the sword from the left, the sword came from the right. He blocked the sword from above, and the sword came up from below again, not giving him any chance to breathe. Xin Ling's sword energy always enveloped him, and if he reacted just a little slower, he would be seriously injured and defeated.
Xin Ling fought more and more fiercely, shaking out all the exquisite sword moves in Cangsong's swordsmanship. The sword in his hand danced into a white line, and his whole body was submerged in the white light, almost disappearing. The speed of his moves gradually increased. It exceeded Mo Yunzi's calculation speed and forced Mo Yunzi to the corner of the stand.
Mo Yunzi secretly screamed, and suddenly strengthened his five senses. By maximizing his five senses, he improved his reaction ability to a certain extent and could keep up with Xin Ling's speed without losing. He was able to see through some of Xin Ling's tricks. But the speed of his moves cannot keep up with Xin Ling's. Even if he sees through it, he can't break it in time.
The two of them were like a tiger going down the mountain and a tiger going up the mountain, and they were fighting evenly.
The people in the stands felt a feast for their eyes when they saw the two fighting so fiercely, and some couldn't help but cheer.
This first battle finally did not disappoint everyone.
The two fighters dismantled more than thirty moves in the ring, but still couldn't decide the winner.
Overall, Xin Ling's offensive was very fierce and swift, suppressing Mo Yunzi and gaining the upper hand. It seemed that victory was only a matter of time.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Mo Yunzi gritted his teeth secretly and thought to himself: "I thought I could win easily in the first game, but I didn't expect to encounter such a hard iron plate. If I lose in his hands, I won't get anything."
Not to mention Zi Chu Jian, he would still be ridiculed by everyone in the world. Especially Zhao Zheng, who would laugh his head off. No, even if I use some special means, I have to defeat this person named Xin Ling, otherwise there is no way I can live with dignity.
In the world."
Thinking of this, Mo Yunzi jumped out of the circle with a feint. After settling on his heels, he did a few backflips briskly, rolled to the corner of the ring, and distanced himself from Xin Ling in the center.
"Where to escape!" Xin Ling shouted loudly, raised his sword, and rushed to catch up.
"I'm not running away, but I want to let the other person out." Mo Yunzi snorted coldly, the color of his right eye changed slightly, and red threads appeared in the eye circles, "I started to draw Bagua in the Bao Xi family.
Through the virtues of the gods, and the emotions of all things, we can use the Nine-Nine Technique to combine the changes of the Six Yao." He whispered these formulas recorded in Zu Xun's sword skills, stimulating a special ability in himself and transforming himself.
Driven into a state of madness.
Zu Xun's sword skills were too profound for Mo Yunzi to master. During the sword training process, he went crazy many times, which affected his mind. He would get sick every once in a while, become crazy, and kill everyone he saw. He didn't
There is no way to stop yourself from going crazy, but you can force yourself to go crazy by reciting mantras and using your inner strength!
Once he goes crazy, Mo Yunzi will lose his mind, but his calculation ability will be greatly improved. He can calculate several or even more than a dozen ways to deal with the enemy the moment he makes a move. As his calculation ability increases, his strength will naturally increase accordingly.
Xin Ling's sword arrived in an instant, and the tip of the sword was divided into three parts, and the three parts were divided into nine parts, and stabbed Mo Yunzi's upper body. This move is called "Pine Needles Falling", which is a famous killing move in Cangsong Sword Technique. It is very powerful.
It is very strong and very difficult to practice. Xin Ling had to work hard for a long time to learn it.
"Since then, Zhang Cang, the Marquis of Beiping in the Han Dynasty, and Geng Shouchang, the great minister and Nongzhong Prime Minister, all used good fortunes to tell their fortunes!" Mo Yunzi suddenly raised his voice and yelled some meaningless words. At the same time, his eyes widened scarlet red.
eyes, stabbed the sword and flew forward, diving into the sword flower that Xin Ling shook out!
Logically speaking, in the face of such a dense offensive, one should retreat and dodge. But after going crazy, Mo Yunzi calculated that the biggest flaw in Xin Ling's move was right at the center of the sword flower, so he could only risk taking chestnuts from the fire.
, to defeat Xin Ling.
Normally Mo Yunzi would never be so desperate, but now he has lost his mind and only wants to kill the person in front of him, regardless of his own life and death.
Xin Ling couldn't help but change his color slightly when he saw Mo Yunzi jumping into the sword flower and stabbing his own flaw with the sword. He should have changed his moves in the middle, but he had already developed the habit of using one move after another.
Because of the habit, I have this thought of changing my tactics, but my body cannot react in time.
At the moment when Xin Ling was shocked and hesitant, Mo Yunzi thrust out the sword in his hand without hesitation and went straight to Xin Ling's chest.
The sword energy on the Leng Feng Sword was strong. It formed a sharp cone shape and penetrated hard into the hollow of the sword energy that Xin Ling shook out, shaking away the surrounding sword energy.
Mo Yunzi's red right eye and the sword tip like a cold star quickly enlarged in Xin Ling's eyes.
"puff!"
Xin Ling was hit by the sword in the chest, and his whole body flew away, scattering blood in the air, and finally landed three feet away. He fell heavily to the ground. He was badly hurt this time, and his chest was stabbed to pieces.
, the clothes on his chest were all turned into pieces, stained with blood, and scattered on the ground.
Xin Ling suffered such a serious injury and fell to the ground. He was defeated sadly.
Martial arts competitions are about paying attention to the point, but in a fierce battle like this, even if you miss and stab the enemy seriously, it is unavoidable, and you will not be criticized by others. In this world, there can be a martial artist who can truly send and receive freely and do whatever he wants.
Not much.
Everyone in the stands stood up one after another and became concerned about Xin Ling's injury. This kind of concern was not necessarily a sign of kindness, but more of just curiosity.
Fortunately, Xin Ling's body bones were strong enough and no vital parts were injured, so he would not die on the spot. Zhujian Villa hired many famous doctors for this arena match. As long as the challenger has three inches of energy left, he can save his life.
Tie Xuanfeng whispered a few words to the four old men from the South beside him, stood up, and jumped onto the ring. He announced: "In the first martial arts competition, Mo Yunzi wins!"
This voice announced the result, and logically the contest was over. However, Mo Yunzi was now in a state of madness, had lost his mind, and still wanted to kill people with red eyes. He saw Xin Ling lying on the ground, chanting
Following the formula, he jumped over, aimed at Xin Ling's head, and stabbed with his sword.
If this sword stabbed hard, Xin Ling would be killed on the spot!
"Wait a minute! You've already won. Why do you still want to kill him?" Tie Xuanfeng glared and became angry. He ground his toes on the ground and shifted his body to move in front of Mo Yunzi. He
He stretched out a pair of iron hoop-like fingers and quickly and accurately clamped the sword in Mo Yunzi's hand, firmly holding the sword in place and saving Xin Ling who was lying in a pool of blood.
Mo Yunzi's eyes flashed fiercely and he lost his mind. He regarded Tie Xuanfeng as his enemy. He kept mobilizing his internal energy and poured it into the sword, hoping to kill Tie Xuanfeng as well. But with his strength,
How could he be Tie Xuanfeng's opponent? Wave after wave of internal force was pushed out, just like a mud cow entering the sea, they all disappeared without a trace.
"Are you crazy? You actually want to fight with me." Tie Xuanfeng became even more angry. With a little force with his two fingers, he used a dark force to shake off Mo Yunzi's hand.
Mo Yunzi stomped back more than ten steps before he stopped. The tiger's mouth cracked open and his internal organs were shocked. He vomited a large mouthful of blood. He suffered a lot, but still did not regain his senses and stretched out his two fingers.
Instead of the sword, he attacked Tie Xuanfeng again, and used Zu Xun's ultimate sword technique "Successful Strategy". This seemingly simple move contains many subsequent moves and changes.
Tie Xuanfeng saw that something was wrong with Mo Yunzi's state, and as the owner of the village, he could not condescend to fight with a junior, so he had to rush forward and use acupuncture to knock Mo Yunzi out.
No matter how exquisite Yunzi's move is, he cannot be Tie Xuanfeng's opponent.
"Mo Yunzi, a foolish young man who was so excited to fight just now, actually wanted to fight with me, is really laughable. However, Master Laochan doesn't remember the villain's faults and doesn't argue with him. This battle is still considered to be his victory. For
Without delaying the ring competition, let's continue with the next competition." Tie Xuanfeng shouted loudly, brushing off the incident just now without delving into it. Compared with Mo Yunzi alone, the entire competition for the first sword was even more difficult.
More important.
After the dust of the first martial arts competition had settled, some warriors who were proficient in medical skills jumped on the stage and carried the two challengers down for treatment. Xin Ling was a disciple of the Taishan Sect, and many people from the Taishan Sect gathered around him and cared for him.
.Looking at Mo Yunzi's side, it was much deserted. Except for the two doctors, there was no one else accompanying him.
Several martial arts masters jumped onto the ring, cleaned up the blood on the ground as quickly as possible, and wiped the water with rags without leaving any traces.
Tie Xuanfeng read out the list and called the other two contestants to come on stage for the second competition.
The candidates for this competition are the swordsman Chu Tian and the cold light outside the Great Wall Sukhbalu. The strength of these two people is also about the same, and there is not much difference.
Manager Zhu led the two challengers onto the stage, and then bowed down. The two challengers jumped up and jumped onto the ring easily. When Chu Tian jumped, he used the technique of "plucking onions on dry land". His feet
They kept close together and jumped onto the ring without any assisting movements. However, Sukhbalu jumped up with a step and landed very heavily with a muffled sound. This shows that this person's martial arts is very fierce.
Tie Xuanfeng waved the small red flag to announce the start of the competition. Then he jumped back to the east stand.
As usual, Chu Tian took care of himself meticulously. His hair was neatly combed and symmetrical, as were his clothes, shoes and socks. They were all neat and tidy. He showed the starting position of the regular swordsmanship. He raised his sword upright.
In front of the chest, the other hand is behind the back, the two feet are in front and behind, and the heels are close to the edges of the feet, forming a "丄" shape.
Sukhbalu on the opposite side is also very distinctively dressed. He is wearing a wolfskin cloak and a pair of strong bare arms. He wears a belt around his waist, his trousers are loose, and he wears a pair of black boots with pointed tips.
Upturned. He also has a special appearance, which is completely different from the appearance of the people of Dayan country. He has thick eyebrows, big eyes, curly hair, and deep-set eye sockets. His nose is wide and looks very rough. The sword in his hand matches him very well.
It is wide and thick, about five feet long and about a palm thick. The hilt is also surprisingly long and can be grasped by both hands. This giant sword does not look like it is used for traveling in the world. It looks like it is used for fighting on the battlefield.
"Please enlighten me." Chu Tian shouted loudly and shook the tip of his sword. The tip of the sword trembled slightly, showing that he was full of energy.
"Let you Great Yan people also know how powerful the people outside the Great Wall are. Watch your moves!" Sukhbalu roared, like a tiger roaring in the forest. Because he grew up outside the Great Wall, his accent was very special and his tongue was a little curled. He jumped forward and pounced.
He stepped forward, swung his giant sword and slashed, with a circle of sword energy on the blade, whistling in the wind. He really walked in a fierce line, showing a world-shattering power as soon as he made a move.
Chutian had no choice but to avoid its sharp edge and jumped up high to dodge the sharp semi-circular sword energy. Then he fell down and stabbed the back of Sukhbalu's hand with his sword.
Sukhbalu did not change his moves, but continued to swing his sword in a full circle, drawing a circular sword aura. The range of his attack was very large, and the sword aura had already flowed two feet away.
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The tip of Chutian's sword adjusted its direction and followed the back of Sukhbalu's hand. He tapped it lightly and made a small wound. With the help of this force, he bounced back and moved away.
Sukhbalu wields a wide range of sword energy.
Sukhbalu used old tricks, stopped spinning, and stood firm. The sword energy he swung gradually dissipated. He glanced at the back of his right hand with black hair, and found that there was an additional wound on it, and the flesh was exposed underneath.
There were white bones with obvious scratches on them.
This wound may not seem serious, but it has also damaged the muscles and bones on the back of the hand, which will have a considerable impact on Sukhbalu.
Sukhbalu licked the back of his hand and sucked the blood into his mouth. With a ferocious look on his face, he roared and raised his sword to attack Chu Tian again. He rushed forward and swung the sword in his hand straight down.
Cut out a vertical sword energy.
Chu Tian did not confront him head-on, but still adopted a clever and roundabout strategy. He used the "consistent" move, turned sideways, and dodged the sword energy sent by Sukhbalu. This move led to an attack in a dodge, and he avoided it.
After the sword energy was released, he immediately stepped forward, crossed his legs and thrust the tip of the sword downwards, firing out a sharp sword energy and stabbing Sukhbalu's feet.
The sword's thrust was also not heavy, leaving only a shallow wound.
Sukhbalu became angry with embarrassment, his eyes turned red, and he used all his strength to swing the giant sword in his hand wide open and wide.
Chutian guarded the door tightly, working step by step, still using rescue tactics, waiting for Sukhbalu to reveal his flaws before taking action. Almost every time he drew his sword, he could leave a wound on Sukhbalu's bear-like body.
One wound is nothing, two wounds are nothing, but if they accumulate too much, it can cost a person's life.
Sukhbalu launched a series of fierce attacks, panting heavily from exhaustion, and being covered with wounds, he gradually showed signs of decline, like a beast that had lost its teeth.
When faced with this situation, other warriors would often adopt the strategy of chasing victory and increase their offensive. But Chu Tian was very calm and still maintained his original pace, taking his time to weaken Su He.
Balu is like peeling noodles, peeling it left and right on Sukhbalu.
Regardless of Chu Tian's swordsmanship, his calm attitude in taking on the challenge was worthy of recognition. Many spectators in the stands couldn't help but secretly give him a thumbs up.
After fighting for more than sixty moves, Sukhbalu was completely exhausted. His attack speed became much slower and his vision became blurred.
Seeing that the time had come, Chutian suddenly increased his speed, slipped through Sukhbalu's defense, went around to the rear, turned around and put his sword on Sukhbalu's thick neck.
"I agree." Chu Tian said with a smile.
"You are more capable than me." Sukhbalu admitted in a muffled voice, lowering the giant sword in his hand.
"The swordsmanship beyond the Great Wall is indeed unique, and I have benefited a lot from this battle." Chu Tian slowly took back the sword in his hand.
"You people from the Great Yan Kingdom just like to be polite. You are much more powerful than me. You will benefit from it and get nothing." Sukhbalu didn't appreciate it, curled his lips, and put the giant sword on his back again, "
I will go back to the outside world and practice hard for a few more years. When I have mastered my skills, I will come to settle accounts with you later. If I can't beat you in the future, I, Sukhbalu, will not be considered a hero outside the wall."
"Haha, I also hope to see you again one day." Chu Tian smiled.
Tie Xuanfeng jumped on the stage, praised Chu Tian a few words, and declared Chu Tian the winner in public.
Sukhbalu jumped off the stage dejectedly and walked towards the back of the stage to the east. Several doctors gathered around him, bandaging his wounds and applying golden sore medicine.
After the second round of competition, Zhuang Ding began to clean up the blood stains on the ring.
Manager Zhu turned his head and smiled at the row of challengers sitting next to him: "Zhao Zheng, Tie Yinhua, you two are the candidates for the third competition. Please come down with me."
When Zhao Zheng heard that he was called, he was stunned for a moment, then he cheered up, took a deep breath, and stood up from the chair. He didn't expect that it would be his turn so soon, but it's better to go earlier.
Don't worry after the fight.
Tie Yinhua on the other side also stood up, lifted the huge sword box at his feet, and carried it behind his back. He turned his head and glanced at Zhao Zheng, his eyes full of provocation and hostility. The two of them had nothing to do with each other.
It's a festival, but once you get on the stage, you become enemies even if you're not enemies.
Zhao Zheng faced Tie Yinhua's gaze without being affected at all. He smiled slightly, waved his hand in front of him and said, "Tie Shaoxia, please! The sword-making skills of the Sword-making Villa are famous all over the world. I heard that the swordsmanship is also
He is no weaker than others, and today I just learned a lesson to open my eyes."
"I will open your eyes, just take a look." Tie Yinhua snorted and walked down carrying the heavy sword box. (To be continued.)
