Three hundred and seventieth eight chapters first (13 end)
A series of sparks exploded in front of the bearded nose. In the darkness, the pair of red eyes were illuminated by the sudden fire even more menacingly.
He let out a low cry and put more force on his arms. The tattered black sportswear was torn into pieces and fluttered wildly in the strong wind. The iron rod in his hand was like a wild dragon and almost exploded.
There are three invisible sword energies right in front of you.
The iron rod, as thick as an adult's wrist, was covered with deep or shallow slashes. Accompanied by the smell of hot iron, the iron rod finally broke diagonally in the middle under the heavy load.
The bearded man didn't even have a chance to breathe. The crisis in front of him had just been resolved. He immediately rolled sideways to avoid a sword that grazed the back of his head. At the same time, he used the two broken sticks in his hand as hidden weapons and shot them diagonally into the air, one left and one right.
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There were two crisp sounds in the darkness, and the broken stick hit two falling iron rods in mid-air without missing a beat, causing them to change directions and hit the invisible sword energy on the left and right sides that were slashed from above.
The bearded man took the opportunity to take two steps forward, stretched out his hand to hold another iron rod that had just fallen, lowered his waist and sat on his horse, and swept through the entire army with one move, causing the air to burst with explosions, and the top of the iron rod cracked due to the violent friction and collision.
Glowing a scorching dark red, several sword energy that struck his lower body from tricky angles suddenly disappeared without a trace.
After fighting hard, the bearded man was sweating like rain, and every part of his body was gradually feeling sore and numb. He knew very well that his physical condition was already very bad. His current abnormal state was caused by his strong body control combined with meditation suggestions.
, changing the secretion levels of hormones in the body such as adrenaline, and at the same time regulating the coordination of various body organs such as the heart, thereby forcibly overdrafting the human body's potential and causing the body's ability to explode in all directions in a short period of time.
However, in this situation, the body has to bear a terrible burden that is far beyond ordinary people's imagination. Moreover, because of the hormones in the body, the body's perception of pain becomes numb, so it seems to be just a little soreness and numbness, but in fact it is a creaking pain in the body.
Wail.
How long can I sustain it? The bearded man couldn't help but think: If this continues, my body will probably collapse before the winner can be decided. However, the opponent's sword energy is dense and endless, and it can always be recovered from the last moment.
The attack came from a dangerous angle, making people unable to defend themselves. Every time the thought came to my mind not to attack from there, almost at the same time, the sword energy would definitely attack from there. Without the support of this strength beyond the limit, I would have died in an instant.
Become a dead soul under the sword.
At this moment, a bone-piercing chill came straight down his back, and the bearded man felt his heart tighten. It was too late to turn around and attack. If he dodges rashly, he would be out of the little safe space he finally created.
He ran headlong into the circle of more sword energy. He bit the braces in his mouth. The seeker does not care about life and death. Isn't this the situation I long for?
The whine of the body made the fighting spirit rise endlessly. The bearded man put the iron rod in his hand on his waist, slapped his left hand, and the iron rod circled his waist and turned to his back, which could withstand the invisible sword energy that sneaked up on the empty door on his back.
At the same time, the two broken sticks that were thrown as concealed weapons collided and fell in front of him just as he expected. The bearded man took a handful of them in his hand, used both hands together, and struck quickly with the short stick, violently blasting the frontal attack.
The sword energy comes.
Although the iron rod behind his back blocked the sword energy, three bloody scars still appeared on the bearded man's back. He ignored the injuries at all. He took two more steps just now, and the bearded man showed a sinister smile with muscles.
, continue to use all his strength to twist and turn.
Sun Suhe looked at the fierce and bloody battle with the approaching opponent, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart that although this man behaved inexplicably and was annoying, his martial arts cultivation at the pinnacle was really admirable, and he proudly set foot outside the country as a layman, which also made him proud.
Sun Suhe felt a sense of sympathy for each other.
"But that's it." Sun Suhe sighed softly, raised his staff, and while using several sword energy to attack, he took the opportunity to mobilize another sword to carve the last stroke of the magic circle on the ground. In an instant, darkness fell.
An emerald green light glowed in the warehouse, and a huge magic circle quietly took shape under the bearded man.
The bearded man's movements suddenly froze. He was holding two broken sticks and stood there with a look of shock on his face. Half of his beard was cut off and his hair was a mess. His shirtless upper body was still full of veins and muscles. It was hard to tell whether it was sweat or blood.
The fishy liquid dripped down to the ground along the muscle texture.
Sun Suhe said loudly: "You lose."
"That's not necessarily the case." The bearded man suddenly roared, his voice vibrating in the warehouse, and a hidden weapon suddenly shot towards Sun Suhe's head amidst the roar.
Sun Suhe turned his head to avoid this sudden attack. He was shocked. This hidden weapon was the half-broken stick in the bearded left hand. Why could this man still move? Did I make a mistake in my formation? Impossible, I absolutely cannot
He would not make such a low-level mistake. And judging from the speed and strength with which he threw the broken stick, his body was indeed restrained by strong force. Could it be...
Sun Suhe was in a state of shock and doubt. The bearded man was lucky to have good luck in his dantian. A huge amount of air was instantly sucked into his body. Then thunder exploded and the bearded man roared loudly:
"break!"
With the roar, cracks appeared on the magic circle stained by mottled blood. Sun Suhe quickly tried to remedy it, but it was too late. Even he himself felt a tightness in his chest from the shock. He even felt that the roar was definitely not something special.
It is a simple roar, but the solemn connotation is so extraordinary that people can't help but think of an allusion in the Buddhist scriptures. The Buddha's sermon is like a lion's roar, free and fearless to surrender to the outsiders.
Sun Suhe finally understood what was happening in front of him. The masculine blood was as hot as a volcano, and its intensity even surpassed the martial arts thoughts of ordinary outsiders. Because of the roar of the lion, a rough and primitive but directly effective Taoist technique was completed.
The magic circle could not withstand internal and external troubles and quickly collapsed completely. Countless emerald green light particles flew in the air and were quickly annihilated. As soon as the bearded man broke free from the invisible shackles, he immediately met Sun Suhe's dark pupils, and the two of them were caught in the flying light particles.
They looked at each other, and at that moment, time seemed to slow down endlessly. They both smiled at the same time, Sun Sufa raised his staff, and the bearded man charged forward.
The sharp sword energy became an insurmountable chasm. The bearded man had just taken two steps and was forced to dodge in embarrassment.
"Sure enough, this distance is still barely enough, but we can only give it a try." The bearded man used the index finger, middle finger and ring finger of his left hand to stroke the edge of a sword energy, and blood rushed out, leaving a long blood mark in the air.
.He turned his wrist and flicked his five fingers, and a large amount of hot blood was forced out of the wound, and it gathered in the palm of his left hand.
The bearded man gritted his teeth and suddenly swung his palm forward. Under the powerful force, the blood ball in his palm turned into a cloud of blood mist and rushed toward the invisible sword energy coming from the front. In the bloody wind, his eyes were as red as blood, and he was holding a stick in his hand.
The broken stick roared loudly, exploding the sword energy in front of him, and rushed straight towards Sun Suhe. From this moment on, there was no going forward, no retreat, and no way to avoid.
Sun Suhe took a slight breath. From the perspective of Nian Cao, the scene in front of him was like a volcanic eruption. Thin lava covered the sky and covered the ground. The sword energy wandering around him was even shaken with invisible cracks.
Are you kidding! My sword energy can't beat him? Sun Suhe's fighting spirit suddenly aroused. Let's see the real chapter! He stood there unyielding, holding the staff tightly in his right hand, and the sword energy was puffing out from the tip of the staff, like a substance. , green light flowed in the palm of his left hand, instantly forming the shadow of a magic book.
Outside the warehouse, everyone in the Kitano group was in chaos. Only the team leaders Kitano Kazuo and Wakatou Ikemoto Kazuya were left who could barely keep calm. However, they could no longer distract themselves from the chaos of their subordinates. He stood blankly, his eyes firmly fixed on the warehouse.
"Team leader."
"ah."
The two wanted to say something, but they couldn't find the words. Maybe what they saw before them could not be expressed in words.
They saw the warehouse collapse before their eyes like a sliced cake. A strong light mounted high outside the warehouse rotated and fell from the sky. The frame supporting it was broken by someone unknown. The lamp body fell and the light beam swept away. Passing through the sky and the ground, sweeping across the center of the ruins, light and darkness alternated in waves.
On the ruins, time seems to have stopped. On one side is a tall figure covered in blood and muscles bulging out. The water vapor of the winter night is lingering on his body, the light and shadow are changing, and the bright red color is eye-catching, as if the angry-eyed King Ming is showing off his power and anger. The other person has a slim figure. Standing tall and thin, he looks like a solitary peak with tens of thousands of feet, and there is even more awe-inspiring and unpredictable power hidden in the silence.
The two of them were close at hand. The bearded man stood sideways, and the broken stick in his hand was stabbed straight into Sun Suhe's throat. Under his jaw, a slender staff pointed upwards, and the sword energy could penetrate the skull and brain with one breath.
The top of the broken stick was as sharp as a knife, but the moment it was thrust out, the broken stick broke again, and the top three inches suddenly fell to the ground. With only three inches left, the winner was already clear.
The two of them stopped at the same time and remained silent until the metal hit the ground with a dull buzzing sound. The bearded man let out a long sigh:
"You have foreseen it."
"Yes, I have foreseen it."
The bearded man's chest felt dizzy and he suddenly recalled an old incident.
It was at a famous kendo dojo. The direct descendant of the dojo was said to be an unparalleled kendo genius. He once performed the miracle of cutting off bullets with his Iai sword in public in the face of gunfire. The bearded man came to ask for advice. The direct descendant was in the venue at that time. Give lectures to all the disciples.
"The swordsman Miyamoto Musashi has discussed the essence of 'first' many times in his works, such as "The Book of Five Rings" and "The Thirty-five Solid Articles of the Art of War." What Musashi said is both the art of war and the way of the sword. This is today I want to tell you about the 'Three Masters of Swordsmanship'. Come on, you come and attack me."
The disciple who was assisting in the demonstration immediately raised his bamboo sword and struck it down on the head.
"The enemy moves first, we move later."
As he spoke, the direct descendant raised his bamboo sword to block the opponent's heavy blow on the head, deflected it, and then struck the opponent's chest protective gear with a backhand, making a crisp sound. With such a heavy blow, he defeated the enemy with a light blow, and all the disciples immediately saw it Ecstasy.
"To meet, resolve, and counterattack to win, this is called 'last before first'. Come again."
The demonstration disciple struck him in the head with another sword.
"If the enemy moves, I will move too."
This time, without waiting for the opponent to strike, the direct descendant rushed forward to attack while speaking. There was another crisp sound, and the bamboo sword struck the protective gear on the face of the demonstrating disciple.
"When the enemy attacks, it is also when the defense is at its weakest and the flaws are greatest. At this time, I can see through all sudden attacks, and it will be impossible for the opponent to defend. This is called 'counter first'. Come again."
The demonstrating disciple did not raise the bamboo sword this time, but took off his protective gear, took out a pistol from his arms and pointed it at the direct descendant. The disciples listening to the class below suddenly burst into laughter.
The direct descendant smiled and clapped his hands to stop the commotion. He took the pistol and pulled the trigger. A wisp of flame came out of the muzzle. It turned out that it was just a lighter made into a pistol.
"Haha, this is too dangerous, so I won't demonstrate it today. No matter how powerful the manpower is, it can't be compared to the machine, and no matter how fast the sword is drawn, it can't be compared to the shooting, but..." The direct descendant pointed to his temple and said: "The gunman just fired.
Thoughts, I had already noticed it in advance. When he pulled the trigger, my sword had already been unsheathed and slashed towards the trajectory of the bullet. This is the secret of the sword breaking the bullet, which is also the last move of the three moves of swordsmanship.
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"If the enemy wants to move, I will move first."
As he spoke, the direct descendant took a real sword and performed an Iai Slash with impeccable and perfect posture. The disciples listening below suddenly burst into thunderous cheers.
"Do you remember everything?"
"yes."
"Okay, that's the end of today's lecture. Go back and read through the two volumes of Wind and Fire in the Book of Five Wheels."
"Yes!" All the disciples agreed loudly.
The direct descendant smiled and wiped his sweat, turned around and walked to a quiet room in the dojo. The bearded man followed and sat down in the quiet room.
"Do you want me to give you one-on-one personal training?" the direct descendant asked.
"Yes, I think your lectures are very good. It's not worth the money I spent to see you. However, before that, I want to see what you said first."
"this……"
"Don't worry, you can do it without a gun." The bearded man stood up and smiled, showing his white teeth.
Not long after, "Ambulance, call an ambulance..." There was a sudden chaos in the dojo, and no one noticed that the bearded man had already left the dojo with his hands in his pockets and a look of disappointment.
"No need to be so exaggerated, I woke up as soon as I slept. Hey, I tried my best to slow down and accommodate him, but I didn't expect that I was defeated without even pulling out the sword. It seems that the so-called sword breaking bullet is just based on the gunman.
It’s just a trick to predict the body movements and then practice until practice makes perfect. If you say you can detect the other person’s thoughts first, it’s just a big lie.”
The strong light rotating and falling in the air finally hit the ground. The light beam bounced twice and then shined straight on the two people in the ruins. The bearded man slowly closed his eyes in the strong light: "Today I finally saw the success of the first.
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"I, lost."
As soon as he said this, he let go of the broken stick, opened his mouth and spit out the braces. The bulging veins and muscles gradually returned to normal, and his skin was no longer as red as blood. A gust of night wind blew by, and his body swayed, as if everything
All the energy and energy were drained away.
Sun Suhe felt ashamed in his heart. In fact, all this was largely due to the intuition he inherited from Alice. Sun Suhe had long felt strange that he could sometimes keep up with those ultra-high-level battles while watching. For example, Hanabi and
In the battle with Mr. Hua, I was a completely ignorant layman at the time, but I was able to see the trajectory of Mr. Hua's attack and intervene to disrupt the situation. Later, I learned more about it, and the more I thought about it, the more incredible it became.
At first, Sun Suhe thought that this was his "Sword Courage" ability in the Heavenly Way. However, during the special training some time ago, he gradually realized that Sword Courage could prevent him from being hindered by foreign objects in a fierce battle.
When he enters the state of mind, he can clearly see the state inside and outside, but it is his own intuition that can see through the opponent in advance. It is the combat intuition that Alice has honed in her life of nearly a hundred years. This is the characteristic of a layman like him who can quickly keep up with Master Li Hua.
The most important reason for training.
However, after all, this intuition is not something that I have honed myself. I lack actual combat experience. I am not the first to do Turin like I just did. I can only do it occasionally during special training with Mr. Li Hua. "Thank you very much.
Yes, because of your bloody battle, I was able to take a step further." Sun Suhe said secretly in his heart.
The bearded man slowly opened his eyes and looked at Sun Suhe. There was still the last glimmer of light in his dead eyes. He begged directly: "Please don't kill me."
"Huh?" Sun Suhe raised his eyebrows, quite surprised: "I thought you were going to say some harsh words like 'Kill or behead, it's up to you'. If that's the case, why do you have to fight me?"
"Those who seek the Tao do not hesitate to live and die, but the dead cannot seek the Tao."
"You are still real." Sun Suhe asked with a smile: "Seeker, tell me your name."