Jibu Qingtian snorted coldly, took a step back and said: "Sandaime Mushan, come on."
A long-faced sword guard responded, strode out, drew out his wooden sword, and stood three or four meters away opposite Yan Lin. He politely made a gesture of invitation: "Third-generation Mushan, please give me some advice from Miss Yan."
When Yan Lin came up, she was holding a long steel sword in her hand. After hearing this, she glanced at the wooden sword in Sandai Mushan's hand and said calmly: "Are you sure you don't need to change to a real sword?"
The third generation Kisugi said expressionlessly: "Please!"
brush--
Yan Lin was not polite to him. She raised the sword in her hand and took it straight. In two steps, she was in front of the third generation Mushan. The moves were simple and direct, without any fancy, but she was extremely fast and sharp.
"good--"
Seeing her draw her sword, the whole audience burst into loud cheers.
"clatter"
The third-generation Mushan sword slashed down in a straight line. The move seemed to be simpler and more direct than that of Yan Lin. The wooden sword actually slashed diagonally along the spine of the sword with great accuracy, with full force and crispness.
Yan Lin couldn't resist the challenge and didn't respond with her sword. She pointed her long sword diagonally and stabbed Sandai Mushan in the abdomen. Sandai Mushan struck down with her sword and made another simple and direct move. The last move came first, blocking her attack.
A sword.
Yan Lin's attack was continuous, without any sloppiness, and her swords went straight to the opponent's vital points. The three generations of Mushan's swordsmanship did not seem to be inferior to her, and she could kill them with a simple pick and tease.
Her attack was completely neutralized. However, Yan Lin was not greedy for success and missed a single blow. She seemed to change the direction of the sword at will, either straight at the middle diameter, or pointing diagonally at the middle peak, or the spirit snake spitting out a message, or flying.
The rainbow bridge, the rapid and natural smoothness of the change of moves is pleasing to the eye and breathtaking.
Qin Xiang watched Yan Lin draw her sword. She had mastered the essence of swordsmanship. She couldn't help but wonder: "This Yan Lin is actually a beautiful master. Look at her draw her sword calmly and calmly. She seems to be doing it casually, but in fact she is doing it casually."
Every move and style is as if it were made from heaven. The essence of swordsmanship is the first one I have seen in my life. And look at her inner Qi. If you don't see her drawing the sword, the Qi in her body is not exposed, as if she is the same.
A master of martial arts both internally and externally, who exactly is she?"
Qin Xiang thought of this and began to pay attention to Yan Lin's sword moves.
"'Follow the trend, use all your strength to change, use offense as defense, and fight in all directions.' It turns out that she is a descendant of the Yan family of the Shu family. No wonder her swordsmanship is so powerful." After seeing a few moves, Qin Xiang could already see Yan Lin's strength.
The sword comes.
"Shu Sect Yan Clan? The move that Yan Feirong used to defeat Sakai Tokuichi was not the Shu Sect Yan Clan's Xingluo Palm? The round is smooth and the defense is strong and weak. Yes, what Yan Feirong used just now must be
Yan's Xingluo Palm!" As soon as Qin Xiang recognized Yan Lin's sword moves, he immediately thought of the palm moves that Yan Feirong used to defeat Sakai Tokuichi.
Both of them use Shu clan's Kung Fu style and both have the same surname: Yan. Could it be that they are brothers and sisters or relatives? When Qin Xiang thought about it, Yan Lin's "terrible" pretty face and Yan Feirong's calm face reflected at the same time.
It entered his mind, and after comparing the two, he was already somewhat certain.
Just as he was meditating for a moment, the fight between Yan Lin and Sandai Mushan on the field also reached a fever pitch. There were cheers and cheers for Yan Lin outside the field. Some boys who had special thoughts about her initially even
He watched the graceful posture revealed when her body moved, and later, she was finally integrated into the fierce battle.
One person draws the sword casually, and the sword is sharp; the other uses the wooden sword like two points and a line, never wasting any line. One attacks quickly, and the other returns swiftly. Just from the moves of the two, it can be said that they are already masters of swordsmanship.
Peak showdown.
"clatter"
After more than thirty moves, the swords and swords were divided at the touch of each other. The third generation Mushan seemed to have lost his composure. As soon as he retreated, he changed from holding the sword in one hand to holding the sword in both hands. The wooden sword pointed forward and stepped quickly with both feet.
In two steps, he rushed in front of Yan Lin, changed his defensive posture, and changed from active defense to active attack. His offensive moves were sharp and direct, and he stabbed Yan Lin in the chest with full force.
Yan Lin swung his long sword around and around, and with a sound of scraping the ground, he tilted his wooden knife to one side. The Sandai Mushan wooden knife was slightly retracted, and he suddenly turned around. The wooden knife passed under the ribs and stabbed Yan Lin's lower abdomen. Yan Lin saw
He moved swiftly and swiftly, not daring to get close. He took two steps back and counterattacked without guarding. He thrust his long sword diagonally at his back shoulder. The third generation of Mushan spun his body again. The two of them quickly changed their moves and passed by each other.
They separated, Sandai Mushan hurriedly ran for five or six steps and stopped suddenly. Yan Lin suddenly stood up and sheathed her sword, calm and calm, her face was not red and her ears were not red, as if she had never made a move with anyone.
"Who lost? Did the school beauty Yan win?"
The two stood with their backs facing each other, and the students outside the court didn't know who had won the quick exchange of moves between the two.
"Chi la——"
Just when everyone was suspicious, the back of Sandai Musugi's clothes suddenly cracked a foot-long hole, revealing his furry back. Then, with a "crack" sound, the wooden knife in his hand broke from the middle.
opened, and then slowly broke into two pieces.
"Yan Lin is great!"
"Yan Lin, I love you!"
"Yan Lin, I love you to death!"
…
Seeing the situation of the third generation Mushan, the students finally knew that Yan Lin had won in the end, and they all cheered. The boys who admired her took the opportunity to express their feelings and vent their love.
However, Yan Lin turned a deaf ear to the cheers of these male "fans" and slowly turned around, looking at Jibu Qingtian who was standing there with a very ugly face.
"Kusugi is incompetent, I lost, please punish the president." The third generation of Kisugi bowed to Jibu Qingtian in shame, lowered his head and said.
"Go back and practice hard. If you can't practice swordsmanship well, don't come out and disgrace our Yamato national swordsmanship." Jibu Qingtian said coldly.
"Hey." Sandai Mushan responded respectfully and stepped back.
"Who comes next?" Yan Lin said calmly: "President Qingtian, do you dare to come up and try?"
Seeing her provocative gaze, Jibu Qingtian didn't say anything, turned around slowly, bowed respectfully to the knife on the altar, then walked over respectfully, picked up the knife with both hands, and
With a sound, he pulled the knife out of the scabbard.
The steel sword was unsheathed, and a flash of cold light flashed through everyone's eyelids, and a cold sword intent filled the entire sword sacrificial hall.
"President Yan, Qingtian is asking you to fight on behalf of Tianbu Daoyu Society!" Jibu Qingtian turned around suddenly and shot his cold eyes at Yan Feirong. He looked at Yan Lin who was standing not far in front of him.
Not even a glance.
However, the situation this time can be said to have changed greatly, because it was originally Yan Feirong who brought people from the Fengda Chinese Martial Arts Association to challenge him. It was originally agreed to fight three games, with a best-of-three game, but
Now Tianbu Daoyu Society has lost two games in a row. Theoretically speaking, Tianbu Daoyu Society has lost, and Fengda Chinese Martial Arts Association can completely withdraw its troops and leave. Therefore, Jibu Qingtian can only challenge in reverse if he wants to regain his position.
.
"President Qingtian, it seems you don't dare to fight me?" Yan Lin couldn't help but feel angry when she saw that he was challenging Yan Feirong at the expense of her own. She stared at Jibu Qingtian with a bit of disdain and said, "Are you afraid that you will too?"
Did he lose in my hands, thereby confirming what I said before?"
Jibu Qingtian just looked at Yan Feirong coldly and didn't answer, and seemed to disdain to answer Yan Lin.
"Yan Lin, come down and let me meet him." Yan Feirong stood up and walked slowly into the field.
But at this time, the students outside the field started to cheer loudly and cursed: "Hey, Mr. Tanabe, are you a man? That's wrong, are you a male beast? I'm afraid of losing face, so I replaced him with someone else."
Fight, if you have the guts, fight with our YSU campus beauty!"
"Does he dare? If he loses, he will be cut into small pieces!"
"Isn't it a caesarean section? Why did it become a small incision?"
"I heard that their country has changed the rules about defeat a long time ago because they think the men in their country are too beastly. The best way to punish them is to cut Xiaoxiao into pieces and make him a eunuch. They have stopped caesarean section long ago!"
…
Jibu Qingtian's expression changed, but his eyes were still fixed on Yan Feirong.
Yan Lin was obedient. When she heard what Yan Feirong said, she glanced at Jibu Qingtian with disdain and retreated. However, she did not go back to the square of the martial arts association, but walked towards the direction of Qin Xiang and the others.
.
"Classmate Xiangxiang, where are you going?" Seeing Qin Xiang stand up and want to run away, Yan Lin took two steps forward and asked with a smile.
"I...I want to go to the bathroom." Qin Xiang said awkwardly, but she sat down again with her feet propped up.
"I'm a little anxious too, how about we go together?" Yan Lin had already walked up to him. When she heard his excuse, she smiled and sat next to him. When she was talking, she got very close to him, and Qin Xiang was very surprised.
You can feel the warm and fragrant breath coming out of her mouth.
Jin Zilong, who was sitting next to Qin Xiang, had already obediently given up his seat and climbed to the back. Ge Cao also wisely made room. Qian Guanghui, Jin Zilong, and Zhao Tinggao were three tall guys.
A small circle was formed on the outside, enclosing Qin Xiang and Yan Lin inside.
However, even so, Qin Xiang still felt that countless murderous eyes were shooting towards him from behind. When he heard Yan Lin's words again, his face froze in fear, and he muttered: "I...
Suddenly I'm not in a hurry."
Is there any girl talking to a boy like this? Is there any girl inviting a boy to go to the bathroom together? How unethical is this, how unethical is it! Qin Xiang's "good tradition" thought was once again challenged to the extreme. He found that
, he was becoming more and more afraid of this girl. If he hadn't been in public, if he hadn't been afraid of being spat on, he would have run away long ago.
However, Yan Lin's next words made him fall into the abyss again.
"I'm not in a hurry anymore. Tell me when you are in a hurry and we'll go together." Yan Lin whispered.
"ah--"
Qin Xiang felt extremely dizzy...
(PS: This chapter is to complete yesterday’s chapter and a half. I don’t know how much I can code today.)