Zhao Xinmin's eyes narrowed. The moment Pingchuansong grasped the hilt of the sword, he moved his feet and swayed. The long sword stabbed out, pointing directly at the center of Pingchuansong's eyebrows. There was only a sound of hiss, and the tip of the sword drew a line.
The cold light is smooth and steady.
"Cut!" Hirakawa Matsu roared, unsheathed the sword, tilted his body, and ignored the long sword that was already close at hand. The sword carried the wind and slashed directly towards Zhao Xinmin's waist.
Zhao Xinmin struck first, and Pingchuansong counterattacked sideways. This was not a fight for his life, but Pingchuansong was confident that he could cut Zhao Xinmin in half before the sword stabbed him!
The onlookers exclaimed, and Zhao Xinmin snorted coldly. He could only stop his steps, changed the direction of his long sword, bent the blade, and instantly pointed at Hirakawa Song's wrist.
Pingchuan's response exceeded his expectations. Although he took a risk and did not fall into a disadvantage at the beginning, his body was unstable and his whole body was covered by his sword. Wasn't he forced to retreat?
Seeing Zhao Xinmin sheathing his sword, Pingchuan Song also sheathed his sword slightly. He dodged Zhao Xinmin's long sword on one side of his wrist and rolled to a point just ten feet away from Zhao Xinmin.
"Cut!" Hirakawa Song shouted, raised the sword high above his head, and strode forward to strike at Zhao Xinmin. Before the man arrived, Zhao Xinmin felt the energy of the sword overflowing, and the sharp breath coming towards his head.
"This person has really surpassed Inoue Cangyan!" Zhao Xinmin's heart moved slightly, and he stumbled backwards. He was determined to move forward with his sword skills and fight to the death. The Lushan Sword Sect is a lineage of Taoism, but there is no such saying.
As soon as Zhao Xinmin retreated, Ping Chuansong's eyes lit up. He did not retract the sword, but moved forward. The sword was only three feet away from Zhao Xinmin's head, but he was approaching him.
"Suppress!" Seeing that the sword was not far from Zhao Xinmin's head, Hirakawa Matsu revealed a sinister smile and suddenly roared. Zhao Xinmin felt his brain was stunned and his body couldn't help but freeze.
"Spiritual magic!" The old man at the head exclaimed and stood up suddenly.
Although Pingchuansong and Zhao Xinmin are also Qi practitioners, they are more inclined to be known as ancient warriors among ordinary people. Logically speaking, it is very common to yell and cheer in this kind of battle, and both sides are also very familiar with it.
Hard to be affected.
But now Zhao Xinmin was really affected. If he hadn't been successful in refining Qi for decades, he might have been weakened to the ground by Pingchuan Song's roar.
Because this roar is not an ordinary sound, but a roar mixed with Zhenqi used by Hirakawa Pine. It is probably similar to Buddhist lion roaring techniques. The sound fluctuations penetrate directly into the skull and act on the brain. The brains of ordinary people vibrate.
He collapsed immediately. No matter how strong Zhao Xinmin was, he was still affected without preparation, and his body could not help but stagnate.
Seeing Zhao Xinmin's figure froze, Pingchuan Song's eyes were fierce, and the sword struck straight at Zhao Xinmin's neck with the wind.
Why did Tetsuji become useless? The master lived in seclusion for thirty years. The kendo genius of that time could only sit in a hut. This hatred can only be paid for with his life. If the enemy of that time did not take action, then kill his junior brother!
Hirakawa Matsu has no scruples. Anyway, as long as the grudges and revenge in the cultivation world are limited to the cultivation world, the government will never see it.
With a bang, the old man crushed the tea bowl into pieces. He was also careless. Although he was old and frail, his vision was still there. Although this man was strong, he was still no match for his junior brother. Only then did he agree to let Dao Mo go.
Zhao Xinmin called, otherwise he would have called several disciples back, and the old god would not be here drinking tea.
But he didn't expect that this person actually learned spiritual magic. As a result, Zhao Xinmin was caught shortly after the war started, and he was about to die from the sword.
The old man was so anxious that his eyes were burning, but here are the rules of the cultivation world. Even if he wants to intervene now, it is too late. Even if he has the ability, he cannot do anything. In a fair fight, there is no grudge between life and death. Others can only take revenge afterwards.
The old man was so anxious that he could not move, but Ning Chen had no concept of this. What are rules? The strong are the rules. This is true in Bilan Continent, and it is also true on Earth.
At that time in Bilan Continent, the Cangyang Sect and the Tianlan Sect would not follow the rules with a casual cultivator like themselves, and now on Earth, the United States would not follow the rules with the country of Afghanistan.
There are rules in the world of cultivation because everyone is about the same and there is no overwhelming power. If a golden elixir ancestor appears, you will see if he will tell everyone the rules.
So Ning Chen also snorted coldly, and Hirakawa Song felt a loud buzzing in his mind, which made him dizzy and blinded, let alone slashing people with a knife.
Hirakawa's hand softened, and he almost dropped the sword. He turned his body and hurriedly struck the ground with the sword. Only then did he stop kneeling on the ground. At this moment, his body became weak and kept shaking.
Just now, the sword was less than a foot away from his neck, and Zhao Xinmin was already in despair. Unexpectedly, Hirakawa Song suddenly seemed to have a problem, and he knelt on the ground.
Zhao Xinmin was confused, but he did not take advantage of the situation. Instead, he took two steps back, held his long sword across his chest, and looked at Pingchuan Song coldly.
Pingchuansong knelt for a long time, finally shook his head and stood up. He first glanced at Zhao Xinmin, and then looked around with panic in his eyes.
He is not stupid, of course he knows that he was plotted by a strong man, but the other party is too strong. When he was learning spells, he also asked his master to attack him when he was not paying attention. But after all, he was successful in cultivation, although it had an impact.
But it is also very powerful. This method can only be used as a auxiliary during the battle, which can produce miraculous effects.
But what's the situation now? He almost fainted under the opponent's blow. Could it be that with a few more blows, he might be shocked to death?
This is not a auxiliary method. It is obviously the main attack method. The opponent's magic power is already ridiculously strong!
When Hirakawa Matsu looked at the old man, he was the first to suspect him, but seeing the surprised look on his face after he became angry, it seemed that it wasn't him either.
who is it?
Pingchuansong's eyes passed over Ren Daomo, Huang Degong, Ning Chen, and Zhao Rongcheng, and finally fixed his eyes on Ning Chen. Although he didn't want to admit it, the only person present who looked indifferent was the young man in front of him.
"Is it you?" Hirakawa said in a loose voice.
Ning Chen raised his eyebrows, nodded lightly and said, "It's me."
Zhao Xinmin's expression changed, and everyone looked at each other in confusion. Everyone saw what happened to Pingchuansong just now, and then they realized that it was Ning Chen who had done it.
At this time, the young man before shouted loudly, "You actually interfered in a fair duel!"
"Shut up!" Hirakawa Matsu shouted after hearing this.
Ning Chen chuckled. He had long disliked this boy. He stretched out his right hand, clasped his middle finger behind his thumb, and flicked it at the young man.
Then everyone saw that the young man seemed to have been hit by a truck, flying backwards seven or eight meters, and hit the wall of the hall with a thud.
"Cough!" The young man slipped to the ground, coughed out a mouthful of blood, and looked at Ning Chen with horrified eyes.
"Are you worthy of telling me the rules?" Ning Chen said calmly, feeling very happy.