Zhu Yinuo's words were arrogant, but Zhong Xihou laughed wildly after hearing this, and slapped his thigh with his other hand. Zhu Yinuo frowned, and the rise and fall of his chest accelerated a bit faster. He was about to get angry.
He drank, but his brother grabbed his wrist. So, he had no choice but to endure it.
Zhong Xihou suddenly stood up, took a few steps back, then reached forward with his hand, making a gesture of invitation, and said: "I have heard that the bloodthirsty Taoist Mu Zhitu uses a sharp sword, which is hard to stop, so I am asking for advice today."
"A bloodthirsty Taoist?"
Zhu Yinuo looked confused. He looked sideways at Kui Mulang. The bloodthirsty Taoist that Hei Tan from the West was talking about was his master?
Yes or no, if Master can kill Zhong Xihou with one sword, that would be the best.
Kui Mulang nodded, stood up, slowly drew out the mahogany basalt sword from behind, and nodded to Zhong Xihou. Then Zhong Xihou asked: "Sir, are we two fighting in a literary or martial arts fight today?"
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Zhu Yinuo didn't know why, so he asked directly: "What about literary and martial arts?"
"Wen fights are like sticks and wooden swords, and martial fights are like spears and scimitars."
Zhu Yinuo still couldn't understand, so Zhu Jiannan explained to him: "Looking at the literal meaning, a literary fight means going to the end, and a military fight means a fight of life and death."
"Of course it's a martial arts fight!"
Before the person involved spoke, Zhu Yinuo, the troublemaker, directly made the decision for Kui Mulang. Zhu Jiannan frowned, and there was also a sense of blame in his eyes as he looked over. But Kui Mulang turned around and rushed
He nodded slightly.
Zhu Jiannan was confused. What he was confused about was what Kuimu Lang wanted. The phrase "Heaven has no relatives, but always associates with good people" came to mind again. But in life, in the end, the most common phrase was "Heaven has no help."
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Then Kui Mulang's eyes were relieved and he said in a gentle tone: "Although there are rumors that Linghu Changkong, the master of sword destruction, is invincible in every battle and has never been defeated. But how many times has Linghu Changkong lost? Pindao knows it all too well. But what no one knows
, if the great hero Zhong has the intention to kill, someone will eventually drink his hatred and enter reincarnation. Today, I am asking for advice. I hope that the great hero Zhong will not hide his secrets."
Regarding Kuimulang's behavior, Zhong Xihou was quite helpless. How could there be so many people in the world who did not seek life, but were greedy for death? He nodded, and he would do his best. As a swordsman, as a world-renowned swordsman,
Swordsman, he, Zhong Xihou, came today with empty hands and no sword. Those who don’t know will think that he is arrogant, but only those who know understand that Zhong Xihou is really ready to fight to the death with all his strength today.
"Master killed him. Marquis Zhongxi doesn't have a sword, but it's just mediocre."
But after all, no one can understand why he, as a swordsman, doesn't carry a sword with him, just like Zhu Yinuo's proud look. But Kui Mulang is Kui Mulang, not Zhu Yinuo. Kui Mulang hesitated for a few moments, and finally fired.
He asked, "Da Xia Zhong, would you like His Highness to prepare a sword that is suitable for Da Xia Zhong?"
Hearing this, Zhu Yinuo was unhappy and was about to speak, but Zhong Xihou interrupted him.
Zhong Xihou laughed at first, and then said: "If I have a sword in my hand, I can't go anywhere in the world. But if I don't have a sword in my hand, I can't go anywhere in the world!"
As he finished speaking, he made a sword with two fingers of his right hand and swung it violently to one side. In an instant, the whole martial arts hall was filled with wind, and the sword energy turned into wind and flowed freely.
Although Zhu Yinuo was furious with Zhong Xihou, he still knew the importance of it. He hurriedly protected Zhu Jiannan behind him, and then dragged his brother to the corner of the martial arts hall near the door.
The two looked embarrassed, and Zhong Xihou ignored them. At this moment, his eyes were firm and cold, staring straight at Kuimulang. Kuimulang touched the mahogany basalt sword in his hand with his fingers, and there was an inexplicable reluctance in his eyes.
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He then heard Kuimulang say in a gentle tone: "Yi Nuo, let's see clearly today, how can a person use a sword if he has no energy source!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Kui Mulang took the lead and drew his sword. This sword "Chi You changed the sky". The sword was like thunder, swift and fierce, and its power was domineering. When the sword came out, it split the wind that was flowing freely due to the sword energy.
Not to mention the two Zhu brothers, even Zhong Xihou was shocked by Kuimulang's sword, and his eyelids moved slightly. He stepped lightly, opened his arms, and like a wild goose, he glided back three or four feet. Kuimulang
It would not be an exaggeration to say that the sword broke through the wind and was split in half a little later.
Since he was using a quick sword, it would not be the only one. Kuimulang followed up with the "Sanbai Exile" sword, holding the sword tightly, and shooting towards Zhongxihou. Although Zhongxihou is a master of swordsmanship, he can be said to be a master of swordsmanship.
His body skills are not considered top-notch. Kui Mulang's sword is very similar to the "Flying Swallow Returning to Nest at Night" move in his Wuyu sword technique.
The difference between the two is that Sanbai's exile is just a sword thrust, while Feiyan's return home at night is to urge Qi to release outward and wrap the sword body. It sounds like the latter is better, but Zhong Xihou only feels that there is no Qi at all.
His sword lived up to the reputation of a fast sword. Even if he tried his best to use Fei Yan to return home at night, he could not catch up with Kui Mulang's sword.
As the sword approached, Zhong Xihou ducked, but Kuimu Lang then slapped Zhong Xihou's side face with his sword. Zhong Xihou flicked his sword finger, flicking the mahogany basalt sword away, and then rolled away from Kuimu Lang.
distance.
Looking at it this way, it seemed quite relaxed, but Zhong Xihou's fingers were numb, and his middle finger was trembling unconsciously.
But Zhu Yinuo, who was watching the battle from the side, lamented regretfully, and then said: "If Master swings his sword horizontally, this sword will definitely split the head of this dead black charcoal from top to bottom!"
After he said this, Zhu Jiannan frowned slightly, and for a moment, his eyes revealed doubts that were difficult for others to detect.
No matter how those who watch the battle comment, it is ultimately those who fight to the death.
Since there is a saying in the world, "Ask the peach blossom fairy for medicine, ask for the sword of the Western Marquis", this Xisha Aohu naturally lives up to the name of the flower falling in the west city. The sword points to the pine, and when he holds it in his hand, he actually uses his energy as a sword. As he said, the sword is in
With your hands, you can't go anywhere in the world.
Cutting through the air with a sword can drive away ghosts and gods.
Seeing Zhong Xihou begin to gather his energy to form a sword, Kuimulang's eyes burst with golden light. If you tell the story to future generations, you will really think that this bloodthirsty Taoist is confused and his opponent is serious and ready to take your life. Instead of worrying, you will become happy.
Zhong Xihou's sword was approaching. Kuimu Lang jumped up and flew nearly ten feet in the air. He did not use a sword, but just flew forward with a kick. Zhong Xihou also responded to the flying kick, slashed the air with his sword, changed its direction, and stabbed Kuimu directly.
The sword came out from the sole of the wolf's foot, but there was a sound of breaking through the air. The mahogany basalt sword had been shot towards Zhong Xihou like an arrow from the string.
Zhong Xihou hurriedly retracted his move and narrowly avoided the mahogany basalt sword. Fortunately, his wrist was not sliced off by the sword.
But as Zhong Xihou said, he was not only good at using swords, but also with fists. He made a fist with his left hand and punched Kuimulang's flying kick. Unexpectedly, Kuimulang's kick was a feint.
The fists and feet were about to touch each other, but Kui Mulang deliberately lowered his body, tapped the back of Zhong Xihou's hand with his toes, and then used his strength to raise his body, just like a dragonfly, he climbed over behind Zhong Xihou.
If only
That was all, but when Kui Mulang turned over, he stretched out his left hand and pulled out the mahogany basalt sword that had been shot into the floor with his backhand. Then he landed on the ground without rolling or stiffening. He turned around and slashed Zhongxi Houxia with his sword.
plate.
In a life-and-death battle, Zhong Xihou was so nervous that he flipped over Kui Mulang with a backflip the moment he landed.
Kuimulang's sword fell into the air, and he followed it up with his sword "Tai Sui Lin Men" and stabbed straight to the back.
But listening to the "ding-dong" sound of metals being exchanged, a wooden sword and an air sword could actually make such a sound. After a sword strike, both of them pulled away and retreated to one side.
The Lord of the West was panting a little, while Kui Mulang was sweating a little. A faint stench began to permeate the entire martial arts hall. Not to mention Zhong Xihou, the two Zhu brothers who were watching the battle in the corner also instinctively covered their mouths.
nose.
Zhong Xihou frowned slightly, and then rushed towards Kuimulang, turning his body into a sword, which was named "Flying Dragon Patrolling the Eight Wildernesses". But for some unknown reason, as he got closer, Kuimulang's swift and fierce momentum was slightly reduced, and Kuimulang turned to one side,
He dodged a sword. Feilong Xunbahuang's momentum was too strong, but Zhong Xihou chopped the floor with his right foot, making a shallow pit in the thick floor. Then he waved his right sword upward, and the goose-yellow sword energy was instantly activated.
, like a flying dragon rising into the sky, breaking through the roof and rushing into the sky.
In an instant, a gust of wind blew up throughout the martial arts hall. When the wind dissipated, the stench actually faded a bit, and the nose was no longer so uncomfortable.
Zhong Xihou was stiff at this moment. How could Kui Mulang miss such a good opportunity? The wooden sword in his hand scratched the floor, and a few sparks appeared. Then he swiped the wooden sword. If Zhong Xihou hadn't tilted his head back and dodged the sword, he would have been afraid of it.
You don’t have to face the crisis of the upper and lower parts of your head being separated again.
Although he dodged the sword, the raging heat wave emitted by the sword made Zhong Xihou's eyes hurt. He closed his eyes to avoid the pain and rubbed them vigorously.
With such a flaw, how could Kui Mulang miss it? Another sword came out, piercing Zhong Xihou's heart. Zhong Xihou's ears twitched slightly, and then his brows couldn't help but frown. How come there was the sound of a sword being unsheathed? There was no room for distraction.
, Kuimu Lang’s sword is already close to him.
"ha!"
With a shout, a rich goose-yellow sword energy emitted from Zhong Xihou's body. The sword energy surged in all directions. Kuimulang's offensive was actually forced back by this goose-yellow sword energy. But Kuimulang still refused to give up this
Taking advantage of the opportunity, he spun around and the wooden sword crossed the floor again, faintly glowing.
Then he waved the sword, and a strange sight appeared, a bright but thin electric current shot towards Zhong Xihou. Before Zhong Xihou opened his eyes, the electric current penetrated the goose-yellow sword energy and shot straight into Zhong Xihou's heart.
Zhong Xihou felt his body become paralyzed for an instant, and his face turned pale for an instant. Then he became unstable, took a few steps back, fell to the ground, and sat against the wall.
Seeing that Zhong Xihou was at a disadvantage and looking so deflated, Zhu Yinuo couldn't help but feel happy in his heart, and even clapped his hands in applause. Zhu Jiannan beside him had no choice but to shake his head, but he was also curious, where did that bright current come from?
Zhong Xihou, who was leaning upside down in the corner, couldn't help but force the power of the Qi source to circulate through the meridians throughout his body to dispel the electric current that invaded the body. Then, the sound of the weapon being unsheathed was heard again, and Zhong Xihou heard it again.
There was a smile on his lips.
He stood up and said with a grin: "Nine Stars Feifu is worthy of being created by Leng Gongzi Wushuang. A quick sword should be respected by others in this era of various sword techniques. In this way, with this man's
I don’t know, I thought the rumored sword-wielding method would send you to the Eastern Yin Realm!”