The sword was entangled, and a strong wind blew behind him. Ji Liang, the lacquered carving, was about to be defeated, but his expression remained calm.
He let go of his sword and slid forward, grabbing the chain in his hand.
Pulling one of Chen Sheng's hands with all his strength, the iron chain that bound the Kun Zhong Sword was immediately untied, and the Giant Que Sword roared back, hitting Chen Sheng, its master.
Um?!
Chen Sheng firmly caught the giant tower with his other hand, and his feet were directly shaken by the impact, rubbing against the ground and falling backwards.
The lacquered carving Ji Liang kicked him in the chest, returned to his original position and grabbed the Kunzhong Sword. After landing, the sword energy gathered in the field, and a shocking blow took shape.
Movement means the change of Yao. If the Kun does not move, it will stop. If it moves, the masculinity will appear. The animal does not move, which is the extreme. If it does, it must be determined.
With this sword, he wants to kill someone!
In just one moment, the lacquered carving Ji Liang went from a situation of deep defeat to a sure-fire victory!
Chen Sheng's new strength was not yet fully developed. Faced with the sudden killing sword, he could only pick up the giant sword in a hurry and block it abruptly.
"Dang ba ba~" The Kunzhong Sword hit the broad sword body of Juque, and sparks flew out.
Although the sword was blocked, the sword energy exploded, and in the process of repelling Chen Sheng, his shoulders, arms, and thighs were slashed with blood.
"Ah ah~" Chen Sheng roared wildly, flipped the giant sword in his hand, deflected the opponent's sword first, and then swung it forward!
The lacquered carving Ji Liang was hit by this terrifying door panel, and immediately flew backwards. It took him a long time to stop his retreating steps after exerting his strength.
"Ha!" Chen Sheng was bathed in blood, and his fighting spirit soared. He swung the giant sword one sword after another, and the bloody sword energy continued to attack.
Ji Liang, a lacquered carving, did not dodge. He also slashed out his sword energy on the spot and faced the attack head-on.
…
"Ah~ Such a battle..."
"Is this one of the top ten swordsmen? What a terrifying strength."
"Okay! This is a sword discussion, but it's just the first one, and it makes people's blood boil!"
"Chen Sheng was injured more seriously, but his momentum became stronger. He is a hero and a true man, as he should be."
"..."
Zhang Liang saw that this sword duel was approaching a life-and-death battle, and he couldn't help but secretly rejoice. Fortunately, there was Ji Liang, a lacquered carving, among the top ten. Otherwise, Chen Sheng's chances of choosing Wei Zhuang to challenge were very high.
He breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and asked with a smile: "Brother Wei Zhuang, these two have been fighting until now. In your opinion, who will be better."
Wei Zhuang stared at Qi Diao Ji Liang, his breathing became heavier, and the corners of his mouth raised, "Confucian Qi Diao, huh, his martial arts is indeed sufficient, but he chose the most unfavorable fighting method for himself. He will lose."
Fu Nian saw that the battle between Qi Diao Ji Liang and Chen Sheng was completely about strength versus strength, and he made the same judgment as Wei Zhuang:
Kun Dao is extremely soft, but its movement is hard. There is also hardness in softness, and there is movement in stillness, but when you lift one body, there is bending, stretching, movement, and stillness. The lacquered Ji Liang did not show the combination of hardness and softness that he had when he fought Yan Lu last time.
Ji, when faced with Chen Sheng who is always strong when encountering a strong enemy, adopting this combat method is to forcefully attack the opponent. After a long period of time, the chance of victory is slim.
…
"Hoo~ drink~" Qi Diao Ji Liang's breathing became heavier and more rapid. He was gray-headed and very embarrassed, but there were no obvious wounds on his body.
More than 300 moves had passed since the battle. Chen Sheng was obviously injured before him, but he got stronger as he fought, as if the previous losses were all fake. He felt the loss of his physical strength and internal strength, and his heart sank to the bottom.
Chen Sheng, on the other hand, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, licked his lips, spat out a mouthful of blood foam, and then waved the giant sword again.
He had multiple wounds all over his body, and new blood flowed out, covering the old blood that had dried. With his dark skin and strong body, he looked like a demon who was bathed in blood from hell.
"Deng, Deng, Deng -"
The steps were heavy, but the speed was not slow. The huge bridge dragged on the ground stirred up countless mud. Chen Sheng shouted loudly and started the offensive again.
"Haaah~" Two sword energy crossed and slashed out. Amidst a burst of iron chains, the big sword broke through the air and struck!
At this moment, Ji Liang, the lacquer carver, raised his sword eyebrows, his eyes were filled with determination, he held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and his feet were firmly planted, but he still didn't dodge!
"The earth and the earth are safe, and the world is at peace. If I take even half a step back, I will give up my surname Qidiao. Yeah~"
The dark and yellow color spread all over the ground. The Kunzhong Sword gathered all its internal strength again, and the lacquered Ji Liang faced it head-on.
The bloody sword energy was disintegrated, and Chen Sheng raised his sword into the sky, his eyes widened, admiring him, and saying arrogantly: "You are the first to face off against Juque to this extent. Now, let's lose.
.”
"Dang~"
"Uh-huh~" Qi Diao Ji Liang was forced to his knees by the sword, vomiting blood, and the ground beneath his feet collapsed into a pit.
"Cough cough cough, I..."
"You are unable to fight anymore. This battle is over."
Chen Sheng had no expression on his face, he put Jique on his shoulders and turned around.
Qi Diao Ji Liang looked at his back, still holding the Kunzhong Sword tightly with both hands, but could no longer lift his arms.
In the first sword duel, Chen Sheng, the master of the Juque sword, faced off against Qi Diao Ji Liang, the master of the Kunzhong sword. The winner was finally decided after more than 300 moves.
…
Jie looked at Chen Sheng who was carrying the giant tower and walked down to rest, and swallowed secretly.
He had observed that Chen Sheng suffered 13 sword wounds in these more than 300 moves. However, throughout the entire sword fight, the sword power only increased but did not decrease. He could see such a terrifying person with sincerity.
shock.
besides--
If I remember correctly, in the last sword discussion meeting, your Excellency, as a sword demon, easily defeated Chen Sheng with three moves and two moves. How far has your strength reached, your Excellency?
"It's so exciting, so exciting, it's worthy of being a battle to win the swordsmanship."
"Yes, yes, I still remember the old sword manuals, the top ten famous swords, Tianwen, Tai'a, generals Moye, Xueji, etc., can't even see a shadow in the world. How can there be such openness and fairness?
Sword fighting is so enjoyable!"
"This kind of sword manual will definitely become a grand event in the world in the future."
"I heard that the Fengbeard family has decided that the sword score ranking will be held only once every ten years."
"In ten years, a new generation will replace the old ones, and it will be about the same."
After the first sword duel, the village was buzzing with people. Everyone was talking, applauding, analyzing the battle situation, or looking forward to the future.
The second sword duel began amidst these noises.
"I'm in the Korean Wave. The sword in my hand is named Duanhong. It ranks among the top twenty. I challenge the Ben Lei Sword that tops the fifteen."
"The show is coming, the show is coming!"
"It's that Qin man. Someone wants to challenge that Qin man."
"Feiyanjian Hanliu, his strength is probably not only ranked in the top twenty, the people of Qin will be in trouble."
"Ha, haven't you heard? When that Qin man entered the village, he had a fight with Han Liu and was suppressed miserably. If the leader of the Feng family hadn't been moral and righteous, seeing that he was also a swordsman who came to discuss swordsmanship, he announced
You are not allowed to see blood before discussing the sword, that Qin man would have been a corpse long ago."
The first game was for the top ten, and the second game was for the top twenty. Hallyu stood quietly with his sword in hand, his eyes slightly closed, waiting for Zed to enter.
Jie walked slowly, step by step onto the martial arts arena whose appearance had long been unrecognizable.
"I'm Jie. The sword in my hand is called Ben Lei. I'm lucky enough to be listed in the top fifteen of the sword manual."
Han Liu opened his eyes, murderous intent surged, "Stop talking nonsense and draw your sword."
"I am no match for you. I am ranked in the top fifteen. This ranking is too high." Jie held his sword and bent slightly towards Han Liu, "So, I will admit defeat to your challenge."
"What did you say?!"
Han Liu couldn't help but take a step forward, the hand holding the sword clenched loudly, and the flesh of his cheeks seemed to be trembling with anger.