Chapter 9 The sword is unsheathed and my edge is raised
(Today is the birthday of Junior Brother Xuan Bing, the guest of the Little Sword Classic Xuan Bingzi, and the author Jun hereby wishes him a happy birthday)
Yang Yigu's swordsmanship is amazing.
"It looks like chaos but actually makes things right, finding the right in the strangeness. Brother Yang is good at swordsmanship." Chen Zong praised.
"I can see that you admire my swordsmanship very much." Yang Yigu shook his head, raised the wine gourd, and did not forget to promote his own wine: "Have a drink."
"Okay." Chen Zong picked up the new cup and put it away. He was very curious as to why Yang Yigu always asked people to drink his wine, and why he was rejected by the people he asked.
Then, Chen Zong knew what the bitter fruit was.
This is not wine, it is clearly a glass of bitter water, and it is not only bitter but also very strong, it is even more difficult to accept. Chen Zong finally understood why those people immediately refused Yang Yigu's invitation to drink.
"I don't know how to appreciate it." Yang Yigu looked at Chen Zong with a tangled face, and couldn't help shaking his head and sighing: "My wine is brewed with more than a dozen first- and second-grade herbs. It can replenish the body and nourish the qi and blood. Moreover, you
I don’t think this wine is like a person, who comes from a bad background, so he has to taste the bitter fruits before he can get rid of all the hardships and gain happiness.”
Chen Zong couldn't spit it out, so he just kept it in his mouth, letting the bitterness fill his mouth and his scalp was numb.
Slowly, Chen Zong keenly felt a hint of sweetness growing from the bitterness, spreading out little by little, eventually replacing the bitterness and becoming sweet.
The tangle on his face relaxed and was replaced by a kind of pleasure. After swallowing it in one gulp, his whole body felt warm and comfortable.
"After all the hardships, good wine comes." Chen Zong sighed sincerely, and his admiration made Yang Yigu's eyes light up, as if he was seeing a close friend.
"From now on, I, Yang Yigu, recognize you as my friend." Yang Yigu's hazy eyes seemed to become clear in an instant, with a serious tone. Soon, he returned to his original drunken and hazy appearance. The scene was like an illusion.
If it were anyone else, especially those with a good background, they would not be able to appreciate the taste contained in that bitter drink, but Chen Zong understands that just like him in the past ten years, this year, and in the future,
kind of portrayal.
Yang Yigu, the same is probably true.
At the banquet, another discussion ended.
"Kong Lianshan, you are just a commoner. What ability do you have to be ranked among the top six heroes like us? Come out and I will let you know that you are not qualified." Wang Shenghong stood up and pointed at Kong Lianshan without any politeness.
"As you wish." Kong Lianshan sat as straight as a rock and responded in a deep voice without changing his face. He slowly stood up and walked towards the middle.
"Look at the fists." Wang Shenghong rushed out quickly and hit Kong Lianshan with his fists like rolling stones. There was a continuous sound like stones rolling down the mountain.
This is the foundation-building martial art of Rolling Stone Boxing in the realm of perfection.
Kong Lianshan looked calm, stretched his arms, raised his palms, spread out the rock palm technique, and struck steadily.
Wang Shenghong's punches were fierce and continuous, while Kong Lianshan's palms were as steady as a rock, attacking and defending at the same time. Both of them were at the fourth level of Qi and Blood Realm, and they had tempered their blood and Qi six times. They were in the middle of the pack in every aspect.
The victory or defeat depends on the fighting ability of the two people.
The fists and palms collided, and the dull sound was like the roar of a drum and a thump.
For a while, Wang Shenghong was unable to break through Kong Lianshan's defense. The more he was beaten, the more ugly his expression became. After all, he was the one who wanted to teach Kong Lianshan a lesson. On the other hand, Kong Lianshan's expression was calm and unhurried.
"Boulder Breaking!" After being unable to attack for a long time, Wang Shenghong directly activated his energy and blood, and used the first level of the human-level low-level martial arts Boulder Boxing Technique to break the boulder.
The huge boulder at the entry level caused Wang Shenghong's fist to expand, as if it turned into a huge stone, and hit Kong Lianshan fiercely.
Kong Lianshan's expression changed slightly, and he immediately activated his energy and blood, and his palms seemed to enlarge, like a millstone turning.
"The mountain will not move!"
The first level of introduction to Panshan Palm Technique.
The collision and the terrible muffled sound reached everyone's ears, making their hearts tremble.
"The boulder breaks!"
Unable to break even one blow, Wang Shenghong became furious, bursting out his energy and blood continuously, and used his fists to continuously use boulder-breaking bombardments, just like big rocks hitting Kong Lianshan one after another.
Kong Lianshan also burst out with vitality and blood again and again, using Panshan's Immovable Defense. Both sides seemed to be fighting for their strength.
The performance of high-level martial arts must be driven by the power of Qi and blood, which will consume the power of Qi and blood. If you use the power of Qi and blood multiple times and consume too much, your own strength will be reduced.
After several more bombardments, Wang Shenghong's complexion turned pale, and his energy and blood were consumed a lot. If the explosion continued, his foundation might be damaged, and the gain would outweigh the loss.
As soon as there was a pause, Kong Lianshan took the opportunity to strike with his palm. One palm was blocked, and another palm was printed on Wang Shenghong's chest. There was a bang, like a drum beat, and Wang Shenghong fell back again and again. He felt as if his chest was broken, and he was in constant pain.
"Huh." Wang Shenghong's pale face was full of resentment. He failed to teach him a lesson but was defeated. He was very annoyed, but said nothing more and sat down alone.
"Kong Lianshan is good at defense. If he fights against him, he will either find a flaw or defeat him with a stronger attack. There is no other way." Chen Zong said secretly.
Then, someone else launched a challenge and competed with each other, one after another.
Most of the competitions involve the use of foundation-building martial arts, and they are also battles between equal cultivation levels.
Different people, different martial arts, and different fighting styles have greatly broadened Chen Zong's horizons, thus forming a kind of accumulation. It may not have much effect now, but as time goes by, it will have a subtle impact.
Chen Zong’s future cultivation will move in a better direction.
From time to time, he and Yang Yigu would talk, expressing their respective opinions on combat and swordsmanship, and communicating with each other.
"Chen Zong, you are just a member of the tribe, and you are not qualified to be ranked among the six outstanding heroes like us." Yang Feiyu's eyes were on fire, and he drew his sword and pointed at Chen Zong with anger.
Obviously, Yang Feiyu transferred his anger towards Yang Yigu to Chen Zong. Who told him that he could not do anything to Yang Yigu, and Chen Zong had a very happy conversation with Yang Yigu.
But since someone challenged him by name, Chen Zong would certainly not refuse. To be honest, after seeing so many battles, his hands were already itchy.
He stood up, drew his sword, the sword light swayed slightly, and walked towards Yang Feiyu.
"People from the Zhi tribe are members of the Zhi tribe. They can't even afford a precious iron sword. Do you want me to give you one?" Yang Feiyu glanced at the long sword in Chen Zong's hand, and there was a hint of ridicule on the corner of his mouth, full of contempt.
"Okay, just the one you have." Chen Zong's answer made Yang Feiyu's face full of astonishment, and then his face turned pale. It also made others stunned and couldn't help laughing.
Yang Feiyu shot himself in the foot.
The value of a precious iron sword is not low, let alone giving it to someone you hate. Don't even think about it.
"Don't use your words." Yang Feiyu's voice was cold and stern, and he stabbed out with a sword, light and fast, which was impressively the perfect Feihong sword technique.
One sword followed the other, and the sword light followed each other, like flying giants in an endless stream, stabbing Chen Zong from all angles.
Chen Zong looked indifferent, turned his wrist, and struck out with his long sword, and then there was a sharp eagle cry, making everyone mistakenly think that an eagle was flying down, which was very harsh.
In terms of level, the Eagle Fencing Sword Technique is the same as the Feihong Sword Technique, but Chen Zong's Eagle Fencing Sword Technique has been practiced to a subtle level and is stronger than the Perfection Realm Feihong Sword Technique.
One sword after another, in the blink of an eye, the dozens of sword lights stabbed by Yang Feiyu were all shattered.
The sword light was sharp, piercing Yang Feiyu's eyebrows. It was so dazzling that he couldn't look straight at it. When he saw it clearly, he felt that his eyebrows seemed to have been pricked by a needle. He stretched out his hand and touched it, and there was a little scarlet.
"What a fast sword!"
"What a sharp sword!"
Everyone was shouting in amazement.
Tang Junluo's eyes flashed, and from the moment Chen Zong drew his sword, he could see that the opponent's sword was faster, more accurate and sharper.
"This is the best." Tang Junluo said secretly, "Otherwise, there will be no sense of accomplishment if I defeat you."
Yang Yigu paused while holding the wine gourd in his left hand. A glimmer of light flashed in his eyes. Chen Zong's swordsmanship was beyond his expectation.
At this point, Yang Feiyu was defeated.
"Die!" Yang Feiyu was unwilling to give in. The more he looked at this Chen Zong, the more disgusted he became. He dared to hurt himself. He couldn't bear it. He activated the power of Qi and blood and used the first level of Flying Eagle Sword Technique.
Flying eagle kills!
The Baotie Sword was sharp and its tip was like an eagle's beak. It stabbed Chen Zong's chest fiercely, trying to penetrate him with the sword.
"stop!"
"You dare!"
The Fierce Tiger Kung Fu, where Qi and blood flow, greatly increases the strength. Entering the subtle realm of the Willow Flirting Sword Technique. The body is like the wind and the sword is like a willow. While swinging, it touches lightly with the Flying Eagle Kill. It will be withdrawn at one touch. Entering the subtle realm of the Eagle Strike Sword Technique.
Click to kill, hit the flying eagle continuously to kill the surrounding areas, and perform it to the extreme with speed, accuracy and stability.
When using the Afterimage Sword Technique in the Subtle Realm, the sword light is brilliant and dazzling, and then instantly turns into shadows. The alternation between light and shadow makes people's eyes blurry.
With the Fierce Tiger Technique stimulating the increase of Qi and blood, the swordsmanship of the three subtle realms changed continuously and alternated, defeating Fei Yingsha, and slicing Yang Feiyu's face with a sword, a hint of ruthlessness and decisiveness performed quickly and accurately.
Yang Feiyu's pupils shrank and his face was full of horror, but the sword was too fast and cut into the throat without mercy.
"Show mercy with the sword!" A group of people shouted, and Tang Junhao took action directly. Unexpectedly, he held a spear in his hand, and the power of his blood exploded, and the spear struck at an astonishing speed like a meteor chasing the moon.
The tip of the spear and the tip of the sword touched lightly, and the terrifying force blocked Chen Zong's sword. Chen Zong quickly retracted his sword and retreated, but the tip of the sword was still shattered.
The spear in Tang Junhao's hand is of the precious iron grade, and it is also the highest quality treasure iron grade. The long sword in Chen Zong's hand is of the very ordinary fine iron grade. In head-to-head encounters, damage is inevitable.
"Yang Feiyu, you are not welcome here, please leave." Tang Junhao said angrily. Just now everyone could see that his sword was clearly meant to kill Chen Zong.
Yang Feiyu left with a livid face.
"I'm sorry, your sword was damaged by me, I will compensate you." Tang Junhao turned to look at Chen Zong, showing a smile: "Come here, get the precious iron sword."
"No, a fine iron sword will do." Chen Zong was surprised and said quickly.
The tip of the sword is an extremely important part of the sword. If it is damaged, the sword's power will be greatly reduced.
"Without a precious iron sword, how can you have a good fight with me?" Tang Junluo said, and everyone was shocked when they heard this.
What Tang Junluo meant was that Chen Zong could actually become his opponent?
Do you think too highly of him?
Soon, someone brought a precious iron sword over and handed it to Tang Junhao. Tang Junhao handed it to Chen Zong and said firmly: "Your swordsmanship amazes me. You are worthy of this sword."
"Thank you." Chen Zong solemnly took the iron sword with both hands, held the ebony hilt in his right hand, pulled out a section with a little force, the sharp edge caught his eyes, and the blade glowed with a slight green light, reflecting in his eyes.