Shen Fengchu's tone was normal, and his appearance was as if he was a familiar elder doing household chores. However, his actions were anything but ordinary.
If you say you're welcome, you're welcome!
As he waved his sleeves, the splinters of wood on the high platform beside him flew up, like thousands of swords, stabbing at the old ghost from Tianshan opposite.
Every piece of wood, every piece of sawdust, whistles with surging force.
It's like a tide of swords, and it's like a rain of swords.
Among the wooden swords that are as dense as migratory locusts, Shen Fengchu's figure is also as light as a butterfly, rising gracefully.
Not as swift as a flying sword, but as light as a feather, almost silent.
The other party was already one of the top three in the martial arts rankings twenty years ago, so Shen Fengchu certainly wouldn't rely on someone else to take advantage of him.
He was chatting and laughing, but his actions showed great caution.
The old ghost from Tianshan mentioned just now that he drew his sword very quickly. You must know that he was still in the audience at that time. At such a long distance and with so many people, the old ghost from Tianshan could hear the speed of his sword. It was amazing. It proves how perverted the hearing of this old guy who was blind later in life was.
Therefore, when Shen Fengchu made his first move, he was already confused by the rain of swords, but he did the opposite, changing from fast to slow.
Thousands of sawdust were flying towards him, but the old Tianshan ghost just stood on the ground. Except for his slightly raised ears, the rest of his body did not move at all.
It wasn't until countless wooden blocks rushed in front of him that he casually raised his crutch and waved it gently in the air.
With one stick, the wind rises.
The wooden blocks that came in instantly deviated from their original trajectory and shot sideways. None of them could get within a walking stick in front of him.
At this time, Shen Fengchu's people had also arrived in front of him, just a walking stick away.
Two fingers are like swords, thrust out.
It was not the person who stabbed the old ghost from Tianshan Mountain, but the staff that stabbed him.
His figure is not very fast, but this move with his sword is as fast as lightning.
The old ghost from Tianshan turned his wrist and swung the black poplar cane in his hand at an angle. It was actually facing Shen Fengchu's hand sword.
Shen Fengchu's fingers suddenly bent and contracted, turning his sword into claws, and grabbed the tip of his staff. Following the force of his slap, the person fell beside him. At the same time, he stepped forward and rubbed his fingers. His staff slid all the way over.
With just one step, he rushed to the old ghost from Tianshan Mountain.
The old ghost from Tianshan raised his eyebrows, with a look of surprise on his face.
For twenty years, he has been thinking about the humiliation of that sword. After returning to Tianshan, he practiced hard behind closed doors. After blindfolding his eyes, he realized some insights, so he blinded his eyes ruthlessly to eliminate the damage caused by seeing things in his eyes. visual impact.
In twenty years, he, who was acquired blind, has already developed a pair of ears that are many times better than ordinary people. Not only when Shen Fengchu draws a sword on the stage, but also when someone drops a needle on the noisy street, He can hear it all.
However, even he didn't expect it.
This young man actually used only one move to break the cane gap in front of him.
Of course, a master is a master.
The former Wubao Tanhua, of course, is not in vain.
When he heard Shen Fengchu draw his sword, he had already shot out his right hand, and slapped Shen Fengchu's chest hard with his dry palm.
This palm was a few minutes faster than the speed of Shen Fengchu's sword.
Although it was a late onset, it came to Shen Fengchu's chest almost in a flash of lightning.