Chapter 383 Do You Still Want to Beat Her, Old Guy?
"A second-grade grandmaster... It seems that this second-grade grandmaster is not what he expected."
Yang Mu looked at Xiang Yuan in front of him and found that his expression was gloomy. He immediately determined that Xiang Yuan did not know in advance that the Shenquan Sect had such a trump card.
On the arena.
Li Yantao stared at Jiang Fu and said calmly: "Are you sure you still want to fight me?"
Jiang Fu's expression was solemn, but she did not flinch: "In the battle between warriors, there is no winner or loser, no one leaves the ring. Please give me some advice, senior!"
As soon as the voice fell, she took action immediately.
The long sword in his hand stabbed straight towards Li Yantao. The move was simple, but it interpreted the word "speed" to the extreme.
Not only the speed of drawing the sword, but also her steps are even more mysterious.
While drawing out the sword, her steps moved slightly. In the eyes of the younger generation of ancient warriors, there was only an afterimage of her that kept flashing, and her figure could not be clearly seen at all.
It was clearly a sword thrust, but it seemed as if a dozen long swords were stabbing Li Yantao at the same time. The sword energy intertwined and set off waves of air.
"Things that don't overestimate their own capabilities."
Li Yantao snorted coldly, and swung out a palm with his right hand, as fast as thunder, and collided with the long sword in Jiang Fu's hand, making a banging sound.
"How is it possible! He actually used his palm to catch Pavilion Master Jiang's sword? This is the full force sword of a third-grade master. Even a second-grade master cannot block it with his flesh and blood!"
"Even if you have mastered the unique skills of Iron Cloth Shirt and Turtle Shell Kung Fu, your physical body cannot be so powerful. The Qingluan Sword in the hands of Pavilion Master Jiang is a magical weapon that is only inferior to the top ten divine swords in China!
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Someone immediately exclaimed.
"How did he do it?"
Long Qi, who was beside Yang Mu, also had a look of surprise on his face when he saw Li Yantao blocking Jiang Fu's long sword with his palm.
Yang Mu stared at Li Yantao and Jiang Fu who were fighting, and replied: "Although the Shenquan Sect is famous for its boxing skills, its palm skills are obviously not bad.
If this old guy had directly used his palm to block the edge of the sword, his entire palm would have been cut off, but his palm slapped the side of the sword and did not touch the edge."
Long Qi was even more shocked when he heard this: "With such a fast sword and such mysterious body skills, he can actually-"
Speaking of this, she felt that what she said later seemed to overwhelm others' ambition and undermine her own dignity. Her voice paused, her eyebrows furrowed, and she realized that things had completely developed in the worst direction.
Yang Mu naturally understood what she meant.
If Li Yantao simply blocked the sword, it would not matter. It only meant that he could keep up with Jiang Fu's speed.
However, he used his flesh and blood body to slap the opponent's sword and block the sword, which means that not only can he keep up with the opponent's speed, but he can also completely see through the opponent's sword!
Whether it was the speed or angle of the sword, or the way in which the force was exerted, or even Jiang Fu's movement skills, everything was completely seen through by the opponent!
Only by thoroughly seeing through it can you have the huge confidence to take this move in this way!
Being blocked in this way would be a huge insult and blow to any proud swordsman.
On the ring, Jiang Fu was shocked and took a step back. Her face was pale, and the sharp sword-like Qi in her body was completely weakened. She looked at Li Yantao in shock and anger.
She knew there was a gap between herself and a second-grade grandmaster, but she didn't expect that the gap was so big!
"Caiwei Pavilion's body skills are nothing more than this after all."
Li Yantao stood with his hands behind his hands, looking down at Jiang Fu.
"Should I ask you to draw another sword? Or do you think you don't have the courage to draw a sword anymore?"
Under the ring, Xiang Yuan's expression became even more gloomy, and he shouted: "Jiang Fu, it's enough, don't continue to struggle with him."
Jiang Fu is not only a swordsman, but now also the master of Caiwei Pavilion.
A group of Caiwei Pavilion disciples below the stage were looking at her, and she was an extremely proud person. Even if Xiang Yuan spoke at this time, it would be useless!
"Heaven-shaking sword power!"
As if to cheer herself up, she shouted softly, her figure swayed, and disappeared from the spot.
Qingluan Sword seemed to feel the sword master's anger and made a series of sword sounds.
Jiang Fu's movements were not only extremely fast, but also indescribably graceful.
The sound of the wind was like a surging wave, as if a giant wave was coming toward Li Yantao and trying to drown him!
Immortals dance and swords come out to destroy the city!
People's eyes widened, but they still couldn't keep up with the speed of Jiang Fu's sword. They only saw the sword light flashing, like thunder striking at Li Yantao.
However, every time, Li Yantao calmly defeated the attack with one palm strike!
The Qingluan Sword thrust out again and again, only to be struck back again and again.
The momentum that Jiang Fu had finally gathered was getting weaker and weaker.
She was like a child being teased by adults, with a strong sense of despair in her heart.
"Weak! Too weak. The so-called swordsmanship is just a child's trick! In the face of absolute power and speed, it's nothing more than a joke."
Li Yantao took a step, twisted his body a little, and then punched out. This seemingly simple punch was shocking, and the sound of sonic booms could not be heard!
Boom!
This punch hit Jiang Fu, knocking Jiang Fu's sword out of her hand, and her whole body spurted blood and flew out of the ring.
As if she was deliberately looking for trouble, the direction Jiang Fu flew to was exactly where the Nantianmen people were!
"Pavilion Master!"
"Uuuuu——Pavilion Master!"
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The female disciples of Caiwei Pavilion quickly ran towards Jiang Fu. Some of the younger ones were so frightened that they cried out when they saw Jiang Fu's pale face and constant vomiting of blood.
Xiang Yuan hugged Jiang Fu who flew in front of him and glared at Li Yantao:
"Old Sect Master Li is too cruel! She is just a junior in front of you. Do you want her life?"
The scene was completely silent.
Most people felt that Li Yantao was too cruel, but they were also frightened by his terrifying punch just now and did not dare to say anything more.
Everyone was thinking, even a third-grade master was so vulnerable in front of others. If it were him, he would definitely be killed in one encounter!
Li Yantao said lightly: "My fists and feet have no eyes, no wonder I am. If I don't attack with all my strength, and a hole is stabbed by the Qingluan sword in her hand, who will I ask to reason?"
Everyone knows that he was clearly talking with ease just now, but now he is talking nonsense, but there is nothing wrong with the logic of his words.
"Amitabha!"
The abbot of Qingxia Temple, Shi Chen, said the Buddha's name, walked to Jiang Fu, and took her pulse.
His brows quickly furrowed: "The meridians in the main body of Jiang Pavilion are seriously damaged. In the future, I am afraid that it will be difficult to make any progress in Guwu.
Not to mention going further, as time goes by, the innate Qi in the body will automatically disappear. Old Sect Master Li’s actions are indeed somewhat——"
When he said this, he paused, sighed, and said no more, obviously not wanting to offend Li Yantao, a second-grade grandmaster.
Seeing that he had killed the chicken to scare the monkey, Li Yantao smiled and glanced at his son Li Zhuo.
He has already done what he has to do, and then it is up to Li Zhuo to make a fool of himself and easily win the position of leader of the martial arts alliance.
"This old guy is really nothing!"
A cold and melodious voice sounded, which seemed very abrupt against the silence of the crowd.
Li Yantao's face darkened and he looked at Long Qi in the crowd.
Those words just now were said by Long Qi!
"A man with a broken arm can't protect you little guys! If you have the guts, try saying it again." Li Yantao's voice was cold.
The majesty of a master cannot be offended. How can it be that a little girl will make irresponsible remarks about what you have done?
Long Qi hadn't spoken yet, but Yang Mu beside her was unhappy and answered: "Why, tell me again, you old guy still want to hit her?"