Zhao Feixiong defeated his senior brother in the first battle. He raised his chin at Su Yang with high spirits, his face was full of provocation and ridicule, and said loudly: "Since senior brother has admitted defeat, it is the second senior brother's turn.
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"It's Second Senior Brother's turn" rather than asking "Second Senior Brother for advice", the difference is self-evident: naturally it was Second Senior Brother's turn to be defeated by his sword.
Su Yang turned to look at Zhang Dashan, and saw that Zhang Dashan happened to be looking at him too, with a bit of expectation in his eyes, and he immediately understood what Zhang Dashan meant.
After all, it was a martial arts competition between brothers. Although Zhao Feixiong was a bit arrogant, if the master personally taught him a lesson, he would lose his identity on the one hand, and on the other hand, it would seem a little biased.
Furthermore, even if Zhang Dashan defeated Zhao Feixiong, it would not explain the problem. Instead, it would appear that the youngest disciple among the disciples of the Sanjiang Sect has the highest martial arts. Only the master can control him, and then Zhao Feixiong will become even crazier.
Su Yang was just about to teach this kid a lesson. In a flash, he had already entered the competition arena. He took three steps in succession. When he was less than three feet away from Zhao Feixiong, he suddenly pulled out the green steel sword and flicked his wrist.
The long sword was held out diagonally downward.
There was a soft ding sound, and the green steel sword flatly hit Zhao Fei's Xiong Sword.
At this time, Su Yang had poured all his internal energy into the sword. In addition, the move was fast and urgent. As soon as it touched Zhao Feixiong's sword, Zhao Feixiong suddenly felt a strong force coming from his hand. Under the shock, he could not hold it firmly for a long time.
sword.
A cold light flashed, and Zhao Feixiong's long sword dropped from his hand and fell far away.
This scene immediately reminded everyone of the scene when Su Yang stopped Zhao Feixiong from flying his sword.
Zhao Feixiong looked at his hands blankly, his face turned green and white, and suddenly said angrily: "It's no wonder that you are the second senior brother, you are so shameless, you took advantage of my unpreparedness and attacked me secretly!"
Su Yang ignored him, bent down and helped Xu Danchen up, raised his hand and patted the dust on his clothes, and said with a smile: "You are an honest man, you must have suffered a loss."
Xu Danchen also smiled bitterly, shook his head and said: "Hey, it's always my fault that I'm not good at learning."
Over there, Zhao Feixiong saw the two senior brothers talking and laughing, completely treating himself as nothing. However, he was clearly the winner in this match, but no one applauded him. The expected glorious scene did not happen at all, and he couldn't help but feel embarrassed.
Jingjia felt that the second senior brother had stolen his limelight, and his little face became a little distorted.
He bent down and picked up the sword on the ground, made a sword dance, and shouted with a red face: "Have you said enough? You just made a sneak attack, it can't be counted, you have the guts, let's compete again with real swords and guns!"
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Su Yang waved his hand and sent senior brother Xu Danchen aside to rest, then walked back to the stage and said loudly in front of Zhang Dashan and all his classmates:
"Old Shiba, based on my past temperament, you will definitely not be able to get away with me today, or at least one of your arms will be cut off. However, my master is benevolent and does not allow fellow disciples to kill each other, so I will only teach you a lesson, as a martial arts practitioner.
You can’t just look at the road in front of you, without the body behind you.”
Zhang Dashan nodded secretly. What the second brother said was quite appropriate. It was both a lesson and a way of life. It was exactly the style a senior brother should have.
Su Yang did not draw his sword, just let the green steel sword be inserted diagonally on his waist, and waved his hand casually: "You go ahead, I only need one sword to deal with you, if I use the second sword, I will
If I lose, I will give the position of these two senior brothers to you!"
"A drunkard who talks shamelessly is not afraid of the wind blowing his tongue!"
Zhao Feixiong snorted coldly, changed his body shape, and assumed the posture of a white crane.
Although the posture is good-looking, it also exposes a flaw in the throat.
Su Yang did not take this opportunity to draw his sword and stab him in the throat. He still stood there and watched coldly as he finished the redundant white crane's wing-drying stance.
Zhao Feixiong shouted low, turned his wrist forward, pointed the long sword in his hand directly at Su Yang's chest and stabbed him.
The long sword was in mid-air, and the sound of the sword made a low buzzing sound, and it actually added a small amount of internal force.
The first form of the Dream Thirteen Swords, one sword enters the dream.
Although the name sounds nice, if you really fall into a dream, you will never wake up.
It wasn't until Zhao Feixiong's sword was halfway out that Su Yang pulled out the sword with a loud sound.
Everyone's eyes were blurred, as if the second senior brother's shoulder moved. Before they could see clearly what happened, there was a soft tinkling sound in their ears.
A cold light flashed, and Zhao Feixiong's hand was empty again. His long sword was shaken and flew out in the same direction as before, and even the distance it landed was almost exactly the same.
Su Yang held the green steel sword in his hand flat, the tip of the sword was already on Zhao Feixiong's throat, and he looked at Zhao Feixiong expressionlessly without saying a word.
Zhao Feixiong looked incredulous and said in surprise: "You, what kind of magic did you use! Why did you knock my sword away again?"
He turned to the brothers on the sidelines and asked loudly: "Have you seen it? He obviously wants to use black magic to deceive. There is no such kind of martial arts. He can knock my sword away every time!"
No one answered in the arena.
Although everyone did not see Su Yang's move clearly, everyone knew clearly that in broad daylight, there was no talk of sorcery. It was obvious that the second senior brother was superb in martial arts and easily defeated the eighteenth junior brother. However, he just waited.
People can't understand it if they don't see it at this level.
Zhao Feixiong was unwilling to give up, pointing at Su Yang and said: "You can only cheat, what's your ability? Come back if you have the guts! If you can still knock my sword away, I will surrender wholeheartedly!"
Su Yang was not angry and said calmly: "I can beat you away once, but I can beat you away countless times."
Let's talk. He put the sword behind his back and pouted angrily at the sword that fell on the ground. The meaning is self-evident.
Zhao Feixiong picked up the sword for the second time, shouted loudly, and launched the attack again.
He learned a lesson this time. He probably thought that after using the first move several times, Su Yang noticed the flaw and that he was defeated, so he used a few moves of Meng Thirteen Sword to confuse Shun Xun, and with one move,
This is the third trick, "Huang Liang Yi Meng".
"Huang Liang Yimeng" is an anomaly among the Thirteen Meng Swords. The moves are gorgeous and really beautiful. They mainly use false moves, aiming to create an atmosphere that is both illusion and reality, confusing the opponent with the splendor.
phantom.
But once the opponent thinks that this is a false move, he will suffer a big loss, and any illusion will immediately turn into a killing move that can kill people!
It seems like a beautiful dream, but in reality, there is a hidden murderous intention. If you indulge in the beautiful scenery in your dream, you will never wake up.
But Su Yang still used the first move "Sword into Dreams". This time he deliberately slowed down, drew and drew his sword, and made every move clear to the brothers around him.
Even though Su Yang's movements were very slow and it seemed that it was not difficult to dodge, in the eyes of others, Zhao Feixiong seemed to be possessed by a demon, deliberately sending his sword blade to Su Yang's sword.
But anyone with a little knowledge of martial arts will understand that this is definitely not some kind of black magic, but that Su Yang has accurately calculated Zhao Feixiong's every move.
There was another soft sound, and Zhao Feixiong's sword was knocked away by Su Yang for the third time. The sword landed in the same position as the previous two times, exactly the same.
A roar of applause resounded in the competition arena, and a group of fellow apprentices cheered excitedly as if they had seen a treasure. Even Zhao Dashan nodded frequently and looked at Su Yang, his eyes full of approval.
Although this sword was simple, because Su Yang deliberately slowed it down for people to watch, it was equivalent to opening a new door to martial arts in the hearts of everyone in the Sanjiang Sect.
It turns out that this is how swords are used.
Some of the junior fellow apprentices' faces became slightly hot and they lowered their heads in shame. They used to think that their sword skills were good. But today, when they saw their second senior fellow apprentices using swords, they realized that what they used in the past could not be considered martial arts. They were simply fighting with village gangsters.
Not as good as that.
Zhao Feixiong froze on the spot, looking at his sword stupidly, his face was ashen, his lips were trembling, and he could not say a word.
