Chapter 47: Exposing the world's swords and raising one's strongest swordsmanship
As soon as Mu Chunfeng finished speaking, the Wudang disciples around him immediately became excited.
Too arrogant!
This is completely disrespectful of Wudang!
What a deception!
The Wudang disciples were all angry, but there was nothing they could do if they went up to fight. The most powerful one from the Miao Zi generation was defeated. Unless someone from the Zi generation was invited to come over, no one here could control him.
"I come!"
Just when everyone was thinking about whether to invite the junior uncles, someone in the crowd stood up.
"It's Uncle Rumu!"
Someone said in surprise.
The person who came was an advanced Wudang disciple.
Entering the literary generation, the youngest is twenty years old.
And this Uncle Rumu was in his mid-twenties, a full ten years older than Mu Chunfeng.
"Hey, hey, hey, what's this? Beating up the young ones makes them old?"
"Yes, Wudang is still shameless?!"
"Are we going to bring out real people from the micro generation to fight with us later? Then we might as well admit defeat, brothers and sisters, hahaha!"
When Rumu came to the stage, the Jianmen disciples all laughed at him.
However, Rumu was completely unmoved, and instead said with an indifferent expression:
"I am indeed a little older, but my cultivation is similar to that of this little sword god."
"As the saying goes, those who are successful come first. Seniority is nothing. If you care, we can discuss each other's differences."
"What's more, the rightful owner hasn't spoken yet, so what are you yelling about?"
Afterwards, Rumu looked at Mu Chunfeng and said:
"The little sword god Mu Chunfeng entered the Bone Realm at the age of thirteen. He is indeed a natural talent. No one from the Wudang Miaozi class can be your opponent. If you want to find an opponent, you can challenge the Miaozi class. If you don't want to,
Then just pretend I didn’t say anything.”
After Rumu said this, he crossed his arms and looked at Mu Chunfeng with an expression of determination to win.
"..."
"Fangs and sharp mouth..."
The next second, Mu Chunfeng said:
"Whether it was the Miao Zong before or you are now a scholar, your martial arts are not very good, but your mouth is very eloquent. If you are so eloquent, why don't you take the exam to become a scholar?!"
"you!!"
Immediately, Rumu's face changed, and he said angrily: "Okay, okay, if that's the case, then I'll meet you, the little sword god!"
Everyone is a martial arts practitioner, and the most despised people are the literati who have no strength.
Among literati, those with the lowest status are scholars.
When Mu Chunfeng said this to him, it was tantamount to insulting him.
Clang!
They saw Rumu draw out his Tai Chi sword, draw the sword horizontally, and point the sword's edge directly at Mu Chunfeng.
"I won't hold back just because you are a child!"
“Just what I wanted!”
Clang!
The next second, a crisp sound of gold and iron sounded on the stage.
I saw the long sword in Rumu's hand slashing out in a very fierce manner.
The long sword vibrated and made a crisp cry, cutting out a half-moon sword arc in the air and striking Mu Chunfeng's sword directly.
Mu Chunfeng blocked with his sword, but was hit by a powerful force and took three steps back.
"This is, this is two thousand kilograms of force..."
Mu Chunfeng's eyes flashed, and then a sneer appeared on his face.
The next second, he swung his long sword, and Mu Ran turned into a white rainbow and struck out.
Mu Chunfeng's body was very fast, he used his sword to lead others, and his whole body seemed to be one with the sword, rushing towards Rumu.
"Another new swordsmanship?!"
"This is the starting move of the Wang family's sun-penetrating sword technique in the northern martial arts world. His next move should be to stab the sun with his sword!"
The Wudang disciples in the audience said.
At this time, more and more Wudang disciples have arrived, including some who have already traveled around the world.
On the stage, Rumu had a look of surprise in his eyes.
When he looked at the attacking Mu Chunfeng, he had the urge to abandon his sword and run away.
The long sword was piercing straight towards him. As people in the audience said, it was the starting move of the Sun-penetrating Sword Technique. It should change to the next move when it got close to him.
But when he wanted to deal with it, he suddenly felt a sense of warning in his heart.
"wrong!"
Rumu was suddenly startled, and instantly raised the long sword in his hand and held it out.
Then, the long sword danced like a soft cloud, and the force of two thousand kilograms turned into silk winding force, wrapping around the incoming long sword over and over again.
Stab!
The next second, the long sword entangled with the silk rope was sharply raised upwards, and the sharp sword edge directly tore the silk rope tightly.
What was torn and severed at the same time was the Tai Chi sword.
I saw the sharp sword light shining, and there was a kind of edge that made people feel heart-stopping.
The long sword cut through the Tai Chi sword, broke the silk-winding strength, and also broke the sword technique of entering the wood.
Rumu, who had his sword cut off, took a step back. Just when he was about to continue fighting with the broken sword, a sharp edge suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.
Buzz!
There was a crisp sound of the sword, and the long sword's edge stopped in front of Rumu, pointing directly at the tip of his nose.
Subconsciously, Rumu swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and cold sweat flowed down the sides of his forehead.
"With your qualifications, it is impossible to learn Tai Chi sword, but your sword technique can be strong or soft, and changeable. What kind of sword technique is that?" Mu Chunfeng asked.
"The best in Wudang, Taiyi Xuanmen swordsmanship." Rumu said.
"The change of moves you just made doesn't seem to be the next move of the Sun-piercing Sword Technique?" Rumu then asked Mu Chunfeng in return.
Mu Chunfeng: "Of course not."
"..."
Rumu: "???"
So, it’s gone?
Aren't you going to explain it?
Seeing Mu Chunfeng not saying a word, Rumu suddenly felt bad.
What the hell, the martial arts exchange was promised, but you actually exchanged it!
Then, he bowed his hands and stepped off the stage.
Today, I lost to a kid who was ten years younger than me. I felt like it was getting dark.
Afterwards, Rumu stepped down from the stage, and another disciple of the Wudang generation came on stage to compete.
They have already lost two people in a row, and Mu Chunfeng himself is not coming down. If no one from Wudang goes up, it will be a huge shame.
Therefore, after Rumu stepped down, a disciple who was a bit stronger than Rumu walked up.
salute!
Draw your sword!
beat!
Ten rounds later...
"Life is like a ruthless knife!"
The junior disciple sighed, now he could completely understand Ru Mu's mood.
Another junior disciple was defeated, and a stronger junior disciple rushed forward ahead of the others.
Less than twenty rounds later, the Wudang disciples were defeated...
Disciples of the new generation come on stage!
decline……
Come on stage!
decline……
Come on stage!
Lost...
…
Continuing like this, in less than a quarter of an hour, a total of eight junior disciples were defeated.
And because those who take the stage are all confident enough in their own strength and have not reached the middle stage of the Bone Realm.
Therefore, all those who entered the early stage of the Bone Realm were almost wiped out by Mu Chunfeng.
Moreover, Mu Chunfeng's swordsmanship is different every time, and there is no repetition at all.
"He has practiced so many sword skills to a small degree?!"
"Aren't you afraid of biting off more than you can chew? If this continues, no matter how high your qualifications are, you may lose everyone!"
"But the swordsmanship he performs is the worst and has reached a small level. If this continues, it is possible that he will not be a master but not master. Instead, there will be a man who knows all the swords in the world..."
At this point, the man couldn't go on, because he didn't know what a person who knew so many swordsmanship skills and had mastered it was like, and what should he call it.
"Isn't it gone? No one dares to come up to the masters in the early stage of Wudang Mountain Bone Realm?!"
Although Mu Chunfeng was a little out of breath, his energy was as good as ever.
He pointed his sword at everyone, but no one came up to the stage to fight with him.
There are still disciples who are in the early stage of the Bone Realm, but anyone with a discerning eye has long understood that Mu Chunfeng is already a little tired.
If you go up at this moment, even if you win, it will definitely not be a glorious thing.
"Well, if that's the case, let's stop fighting and find another way."
Seeing that no one came on stage, Mu Chunfeng put away his sword, sat down cross-legged and said:
"Martial arts exchange is not just about fighting, sword discussion is also a kind of communication. Anyone who practices sword can come up and discuss sword with me!"
As soon as Mu Chunfeng finished speaking, someone came up to the stage and sat down opposite him.
"Master Mu is so polite, I would like to introduce you to my disciple Li Ruyu."
The man bowed his hands and saluted.
At the same time, Mu Chunfeng also pointed to the sword salute and said:
"Brother Li is polite!"
Discussing swords is not a fight, it is a process in which you tell your own martial arts through words and corroborate the opponent's martial arts.
People in the world attach great importance to this kind of thing, so in order for both parties to communicate calmly, they need to achieve unity of will through salutes.
As for why unity can be achieved through salutes, it is naturally because people value etiquette more deeply.
After saluting, Li Ruyu said:
"I have a question. I believe that Master Mu already knows what the question is. Likewise, this is also a question for everyone present. If it is convenient for us, Master Mu, please help us clear up our doubts."
This time, Mu Chunfeng did not show any arrogance or unruliness. Instead, he said calmly:
"Of course you can."
I saw that after he was silent for a while, he said this:
"I have kendo!"
Wow!
For a moment, everyone was stunned, and some even thought they heard wrongly.
"This is impossible!"
Li Ruyu was also stunned, and then he exclaimed in surprise the next second.
What is Kendo?
high!
big!
superior!
If you are not a first-rate person in the world, don't even think about having your own way, nor can you clearly see your own way. Not to mention that Mu Chunfeng is only a third-rate person in the world, but he actually claims that he has the way of swordsmanship.
It's like a beggar in rags who suddenly said one day: I am a billionaire, I show my cards!
It’s so unreasonable, believe it or not, even the troupe dare not act like this!
"Haha, why is it impossible? I have swordsmanship and I have seen my swordsmanship. Otherwise, why would the people in the Sword Sect call me the Little Sword God?"
"Of course I have swordsmanship, and my swordsmanship is different from my father's swordsmanship, and from Master Lin's swordsmanship, but my swordsmanship is stronger than them all, and I will definitely be the strongest in the future!"
Mu Chunfeng suddenly began to talk more, like a person who had a secret suddenly revealed it, and his whole body actually felt relaxed and comfortable.
Especially when he saw the people around him looking at him in shock, he felt so happy!
Then he continued:
"My father's Sword God only cultivates one sword technique. He is extremely sincere and can break ten thousand swords with one sword. He is the god of ten thousand swords!"
"Uncle Master's sword master's way has explored thousands of swords in the world. He has cultivated one sword among the thousands of swords, but he is also transcendent of all the swords in the world. He is the sage of thousands of swords!"
"But I am different. My swordsmanship has the advantages of Sword God and Sword Saint!"
"I practice one sword, and I use one sword as the root. However, I have learned about thousands of swords in the world, and I use the methods of thousands of swords in the world to cultivate my swordsmanship."
"Rising under ten thousand swords, attacking those below, I am neither the God of Ten Thousand Swords nor the Saint of Ten Thousand Swords. My sword is the Lord of Ten Thousand Swords!"
"so……"
Mu Chunfeng looked at Li Ruyu and everyone in the audience with shock in his eyes. He smiled with satisfaction and said: