The arrogant words made all the Dongli envoys angry, and some even had their faces turned red.
Leng Buyu pulled down with his left hand, pulled out the white sword Yingzhu from the stone slab, and waved it gently to shake off the soil on it.
The two swords are in hand, both held upright.
Their eyes were cold, looking at each other like an abyss extending thousands of feet. Just one glance was frightening.
Just when Leng Buyu was about to speak again, a strong wind roared from behind him.
Leng Buyu noticed the smile and pointed his right hand behind him. Black Sword Pojun immediately blocked the incoming man's sword.
But this sneak attack was not just a one-shot attack. He moved quickly, and another dagger was stabbed at him. The dagger was about to reach Leng Buyu’s lower back, and the dagger floating around Leng Buyu’s body was like a falcon pouncing on a rabbit, and it stabbed him. .
The attacker also knew that if he continued to use his sword, both sides would be injured, so he hurriedly closed his sword and retreated.
Leng Buyu slowly turned around and looked at the attacker.
The clothes this man wore were slightly different from those of the envoys wearing Dongli attire.
He wears a white straight skirt underneath, a navy blue feather fabric on the outside, and a 50-fold horse hakama on the lower body.
From the looks of things, this man was about twenty-four or five years old, short in stature, just above Leng Buyu's lips. He held a short knife behind his back in his left hand, and a long knife in his right hand.
Leng Buyu looked at the short Dongli warrior and no longer had any contempt for him.
"Give me your name."
The short Dongli warrior chuckled and said in the same crappy Daye dialect: "You are the sword master of Daye, Leng Buyu, and I am the sword master of the Dadongli Empire, Kuchiki Jiro. You will die. Under my sword, you people in Daye will know who is the real great swordsman!"
Looking at the two long and short swords in the hands of this short Dongli warrior, he couldn't help but smile and said: "You Dongli brats are really interesting. You hold a sword in your hand, but you come here to Daye to discuss swords with me?"
The short Dongli warrior chuckled, waved the long sword in his right hand a few more times, and said: "You are the only ones, stupid Ye people, who have always been obsessed with the difference between swords and swords. In the eyes of us Dadongli people, , only things that can defeat the enemy in battle are the most important!"
After hearing this, Leng Buyu was not angry, but nodded.
His behavior made the short Dongli warrior even more proud, and he continued: "You killed the daimyo's youngest son today. As long as you come back to Dongli with us, I can help you defend you. From now on, you, It’s my master, and me, the third greatest swordsman in Dongli. From now on, you will be..."
Before the short Dongli warrior could finish his words, Leng Buyu raised his index finger between his lips in a silent gesture.
Everyone in Dongli stared at Leng Buyu, and saw that the eyes of the contemporary sword master of Daye became colder and colder. After staring at his eyes for a long time, not to mention the abyss, they felt that they had already fallen into the abyss. It's like being in an extremely cold hell.
There was a civil servant from Dongli who stared at Leng Buyu's eyes for a long time, and the fear that burst out from the bottom of his heart spread throughout his body.
His body trembled again, and soon his eyes rolled back, foaming at the mouth, and he fainted.
Seeing his companion unconscious, the short Dongli warrior couldn't help but muttered in Dongli language. Judging from the tone, it should be an unpleasant curse.
Leng Buyu chuckled, his eyes remained unchanged, and then he said in a cold voice: "This is what makes me, a Daye person, different from Dongli miscellaneous people like you. Daye is home, country, and the world. You Dongli people You are so far away from home, but you still try to dominate the world? It's ridiculous."
Faced with the silent ridicule, the short Dongli warrior did not get angry for the first time. Instead, he raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a cunning smile like a fox.
Allow.
I heard this short Dongli warrior say: "You are very courageous, but people like you will not live long. But you don't have to worry, because today is the last day of your life."
As soon as he finished speaking, the short man from Dongli was already running quickly. He walked as fast as the wind, swung the samurai sword in his right hand and stabbed Leng Buyu in the heart.
Leng Buyu also drew his sword with his right hand, and the black sword Pojun blocked the long sword of the short Dongli warrior.
But the actions of the short Dongli warrior did not end there. He moved the short sword in his left hand from bottom to top again and slashed across it without saying a word.
Leng Buyu, on the other hand, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, showing disdain.
With a movement of his left wrist, the white sword Yingzhu struck the short Dongli warrior's elbow.
He was obviously hitting someone with the blade of his sword, but he heard a crashing sound.
The short Dongli warrior was in pain and couldn't help but let go of his left hand, causing the short sword to fall to the ground.
Leng Buyu, however, did not intend to end it there. It was still the white sword Yingzhu with his left hand. He struck again with the blade of the white sword Yingzhu, and the blade of the white sword Yingzhu hit the dagger.
When the samurai sword received force, it shot towards the short Dongli warrior like an arrow from its string.
The opponent was worthy of being a martial arts master from Dongli, but he just turned his body slightly to one side and avoided the short sword.
But the short sword continued to fly forward without losing momentum. It was also at this time that the short Dongli warrior realized that something bad had happened.
But in the face of Leng Silu, he didn't dare to make excuses, and he didn't dare to look back.
Just as the short Dongli warrior guessed, he soon heard screams. Needless to say, it was his rib that hit his companion.
This short Dongli warrior said another Dongli dialect, and Leng Buyu understood this sentence.
Leng Buyu chuckled again, then snorted coldly and said: "It's not interesting for you and me to be in such a stalemate. Although you have to tease the pig before killing it, but now thinking about it, it seems like a waste of time."
As soon as he finished speaking, Leng Buyu actually waved his right hand, and the swords on his left and right were both horizontally on the left side, and both passed his shoulders.
In the view of this short Dongli martial artist, Leng Buyu's movement was too arcane, and he must have taken advantage of it.
The long knife stabbed him, but he was silent but showed no fear at all.
At this time, the thrown dagger flew back again. The short Dongli warrior heard the sound and had no choice but to withdraw his move and move to one side.
The dagger continued to fly forward and stopped on the right side of Leng Buyu's chest. Sure enough, the dagger was aimed at the heart of the short Dongli warrior.
This short Dongli warrior had no fear at all. On the contrary, he was grinning. In the next moment, he burst out with all his momentum. The moment his momentum exploded, dust and smoke rose around him, and the Dongli envoys behind him couldn't help but
He took a few steps back.
Seeing this short Dongli warrior burst out with extremely strong momentum, Leng Buyu couldn't help but be slightly startled, this was the wind.
This short Dongli warrior actually used Qi to turn into wind. The wind spread and gradually turned into a tornado.
Leng Buyu couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips, grinning. He was excited, a rare excitement.
This excitement made Leng Buyu stop raising his swords sideways, put the white sword Yingzhu in his left hand back into the scabbard on his back, and then held the black sword Pojun with both hands.
And the dagger flew away again.
"Yo Xi, it's a great honor for you, a pig from Ye country, to die under my samurai sword!"
After saying that, the short Dongli warrior rushed over with a knife in both hands, and the corners of his mouth were raised again, revealing
sly.
But then, he was puzzled. This short Dongli martial artist actually raised his katana above his head, and it felt like he was slashing with a sword.
Although he had doubts, it was still a good opportunity. Leng Buyu worked from bottom to top and slashed sideways with his sword.
After all, Leng Buyu fell into the trap.
Before he could get closer, the weathered wind blade transformed by Qi cut towards Leng Buyu. Leng Buyu couldn't help but release the Qi, forming a thin ice-blue wall.
But just such a temporarily added action put Leng Buyu at a disadvantage.
The short Dongli warrior's sword fell down after all. No matter how good Leng Buyu's body was, he would still be hit in the shoulder.
Leng Buyu thought of someone, and the person he thought of was Ying Ruge.
Once upon a time, the two were practicing swordsmanship, and Ying Ruge used his sword to block it. Leng Buyu used the black sword in his hand to break the army, and Ying Ruge used it. Although it was not bad, it was not bad either.
Compared with the Seven Star Sword.
Leng Buyu cut off the sword on Ying Ruge's side, and the black sword broke into Ying Ruge's shoulder, causing a deep wound.
Afterwards, Ying Ruge told him that it was not really because the sword he used was inferior to the Pojun Sword, but because his sword was so powerful and heavy. Even if Ying Ruge's sword was not cut off, it would still be due to the heavy weight of the sword.
Unable to resist the strength, he knelt on the ground.
Then, Heijian Pojun would forcefully push down the sword on Yingru Singer a few more points. The last thing that cut into his shoulder was the sword in his hand.
Leng Buyu once joked with Ying Ruge that this trick was easy to crack.
Ying Ruge was confused, and then the two of them switched roles.
Although Leng Buyu was kicked several feet away and even couldn't get up for a while, Ying Ruge was still smiling.
Leng Buyu asked him why he was laughing.
Ying Ruge answered him: "Because, you just defeated me not by swordsmanship, but by footwork."
Leng Buyu was a little confused, and Ying Ruge touched his head and explained to him in detail.
"I thought that a swordsman should concentrate on his sword. But what you defeated me was not the sword in your hand, but a part of your body."
Leng Buyu chuckled and replied: "What is the purpose of learning, practicing, and using the sword? It must be to win. If you can win, why rely on it alone? If I could be like you, I would definitely practice for ten
Eight kinds of weapons. But I can’t use the gun, I can’t aim the arrow, and all I have left is the sword in my hand.”
At this moment, Leng Buyu was also puzzled that he would actually think of Brother Ying, which was really a life-threatening rhythm.
But then, when the short Dongli warrior was about to drop his sword, Leng Buyu raised his foot.
The distance was too close, and the short Dongli warrior was completely defenseless, and he was too short, so Leng Buyu kicked him before he could lift himself up completely.
And as luck would have it, the position that Leng Buyu hit was a position that a man cannot describe.
With just one kick, Dongli, who was originally full of momentum, came to an end immediately.
The pain was nothing compared to skinning and shaving bones. The short Dongli warrior was discouraged and his movements became much slower.
Leng Buyu took the opportunity to draw his sword, hoping to kill the short Dongli warrior directly. But this short man was a master. Although he fell into Leng Buyu's dirty trick, he still knew how to choose the best one among the disadvantages.
The wind blade fell suddenly like dense raindrops. When Leng Buyu once again urged his Qiyuan to form an ice-blue thin wall, the short man flew away from the warrior and distanced himself from Leng Buyu?