A line of blood gradually seeped out from Su Haoran's shoulder.
Even though he possesses the immortal body of reincarnation, he is unable to heal quickly under the attack of the sword.
"No wonder the immortal body of reincarnation ranks last among the three thousand special physiques. It turns out that there are many powers that can restrain this kind of immortal body."
Su Haoran raised his hand to wipe the blood on his shoulder. Although he was injured, the fighting spirit in his eyes became stronger. He pointed the sword in his hand at Da Nanjing and said calmly: "Come again!"
"as you wish!"
Da Nanjing's fighting spirit was high and he swung his sword to kill Su Haoran again.
Su Haoran's sword moves changed from the Emei sword technique just now to the more lethal Wudang Fengyun sword.
As its name suggests, Fengyun Swordsman's sword moves as fast as the autumn wind, and when changing its moves, it changes shape like clouds and mist, and is unpredictable.
With the Jiugong Bagua Step, Su Haoran danced a ball of sword light, toughening Da Nanjing's rough swordsmanship.
Dang Dang Dang!
The sound of the clash of swords was endless, and the two men fought evenly, which made the spectators mesmerized.
"What amazing Chinese people, I never thought that there would be such a young swordsman in Daxia!"
"He was able to fight evenly with his master. If this young man survives, our generation of Japanese masters will surely face an almost invincible enemy in the future."
"There is no need to praise him too much. After all, he has not understood the meaning of the sword. He is just a skilled swordsman and has strong skills. He will not be able to become a supreme swordsman."
At this moment, even the members of the Oriental Martial Arts delegation to China expressed their recognition of Su Haoran's strength.
Of course, because Su Haoran had no sword intention, there were also people who were clearly impressed in their hearts but expressed disdain on their lips.
However, they did not realize that in the first hundred moves, Da Nan Jing used his sword to suppress and had an advantage against Su Haoran.
However, in the second round of competition, Da Nan Jing's advantage was already very slim, and Su Haoran even showed signs of overtaking him.
"Old guy, your understanding of sword intent is too rough. Do you understand what a sword is?"
During the fight, Su Haoran's eyes became more and more sharp, and his eyes were like the light of a sword, which made people feel trembling.
When he asked this question, Danan Jing became furious and swung his sword to strike, "The sword is the weapon used to kill people, and the way of the sword is the way to kill people."
Choking!
The swords in their hands collided, and they both stepped back quickly.
Su Haoran moved his right hand, and the Green Dragon Sword in his hand buzzed and trembled. He raised a mocking arc at the corner of his mouth and said: "When it comes to killing weapons, wouldn't it be faster to use a gun? Even if bullets can't do anything to a master like you, how can you still use it?"
There are grenades, cannonballs, and even missiles, which one is not more powerful than the sword in your hand?"
Stab!
When Su Haoran finished speaking, the kimono on Da Nan Jing's chest suddenly tore open, a large gash leading to his shoulder ribs, and even a thin bloodstain appeared on his chest and abdomen.
"Sword Intent!"
"This kid actually understood the meaning of the sword during the battle."
"What kind of sword intent is this? It seems to be different from Master's!"
The masters of the Oriental Martial Arts delegation visiting China had ugly expressions when they saw Okumaki injured. They even felt an unprecedented threat from Su Haoran.
On the round platform, Da Nanjing looked down at the wound on his chest, a look of shock flashed in his eyes, and asked at the same time: "Then what do you mean by sword?"
Su Haoran held the Qingjiao Xiong Sword in front of him and said calmly: "The lethality of the sword is not as good as that of the knife, and its practicality is not as good as that of the gun, but the sword represents the quality of the warrior. A sword is upright and not crooked, just like the quality of a person, straightforward and innocent.
It is better to break than to bend. Those who use martial arts, those who hold swords, go forward
If you have no experience before, you will have established the heart of a swordsman, and you will naturally understand the unparalleled sharpness of the sword."
Su Haoran's words echoed throughout the third floor of the Wushu Association, like the deafening voice of heaven, making everyone understand.
Su Haoran continued: "And your Eastern samurai swords are actually samurai swords. The sword body has been bent. How can the warrior and sword holder understand the essence of Chinese kendo?"
"well said!"
"Swordsmanship originated in China. Even though there are very few masters of swordsmanship in the Great Xia Empire today, the essence is still in the hands of us Chinese."
"Oh Nan Jing, admit defeat. No matter in terms of strength or character, you have lost. As your bet says, commit suicide. This way you can lose more decently."
Everyone in the Wushu Association applauded and even used hurtful words to provoke Da Nanjing.
Haha, hahaha!
However, Da Kuanjing raised his head and laughed wildly: "We Japanese swordsmen have long known that the lethality of swords is not as good as that of swords, so we improved the sword body and formed a military posture that combines swords and swords. Su Haoran, what do you want to say?
It's impossible for me to admit defeat."
After saying these words, Da Nanjing tore off the torn kimono on his chest, threw a few rags into the air, and at the same time swung his sword directly at Su Haoran's throat.
There was a golden light in Su Haoran's eyes, his body turned slightly, and he swung his sword to point at Da Nan Jing's heart.
The two passed each other again, and Da Nan Jing's sword almost touched Su Haoran's shoulder and back, but it did not hurt Su Haoran at all.
But a bright red line of blood was drawn on the tip of Su Haoran's sword, and half of Da Nan Jing's body was cut open by the Qing Jiao Xiong Sword, which made everyone on both sides widen their eyes.
However, no one expected that Da Nanjing, who was severely injured by Su Haoran's sword, suddenly disappeared.
The body cut open by Su Haoran turned into a piece of cut cloth.
Whoa!
Immediately afterwards, Da Nan Jing appeared from Su Haoran's left side and slashed at Su Haoran's neck with his sharp sword. "Boy, you died under the unique skill of the Three Body One Sword Style of the Hezhen Sect. You can feel honored."
The sword flashed past, and blood burst out.
Everyone in the Wushu Association was horrified to see it, and the changes in the situation on the round platform were simply unacceptable.
But!
Su Haoran's voice unexpectedly rang out from behind Danan Jing, "I can do the Three Body and One Sword Style."
puff!
At the same time, the Green Dragon Sword pierced the back of Da Nan Jing's heart. The blood-stained sword tip emerged from his chest and penetrated a piece of sleeve fabric.
No, it’s not one piece of fabric, it’s two pieces!
Okumu Kei was not really killed. His true body appeared three meters away. Although he was not dead, there were bone-deep wounds on his back and chest, and half of his body was dyed red with blood.
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call!
Seeing this scene, everyone in the Wushu Association let out a sigh of relief at the same time.
"It's so weird. The three-body-one-sword style is a ninjutsu. I didn't expect Mr. Su to know it."
"So what about Ninjutsu? Ninjutsu is also derived from some advanced martial arts in ancient Chinese martial arts. Mr. Su will be normal."
"If we win, we can win for sure."
The people in the Wushu Association are relaxed, but the people in the Oriental Martial Arts delegation visiting China are not.
"Mr. Da Nan, let's not fight anymore. Let's admit defeat!" Tanaka Jianye jumped onto the round platform and supported Da Nan Jing.
"Master, it's no shame if you lose in the competition. You really can't fight again." A tall and thin young man also jumped onto the round platform.
There was also a young man holding a sword in both hands. He jumped onto the round platform and stood in front of Da Nan Jing. He waved his sword and pointed at Su Haoran, "I am willing to fight on behalf of the master. Su Haoran, I will fight with you instead."
Su Haoran said calmly: "Da Nan Jing, if I swing my sword again, it will definitely be a killing move. Do you want your disciples to stand in front of you and die for you?"
Another heartbreaking question.
If Da Nan Jing asked the people around him to get out of the way, he himself would have to face Su Haoran's killer move.
If he didn't want to face Su Haoran directly, he would have to let his disciples die for him. And if he returned to Japan in the future, how would he have the face to hang out in the world of Japanese martial arts?
Su Haoran gave Danan Jing three seconds, but unfortunately, Danan Jing's eyes flickered and he didn't reply.
Why!
Su Haoran sighed softly and said: "Sure enough, when faced with life and death, you are still timid. No wonder your sword intention is impure, because you have no sword heart. I will use my sword again in the end. Life or death depends on your fate.
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While speaking, Su Haoran turned around and waved his sword.
The first form of the Red Lotus Sword Technique, the fire of karma creates a lotus!
The Red Lotus Sword Technique used by Su Haoran this time was at least twice as powerful as the first time he used it in the water cave of Xingjiagou.
Because now he has a deeper understanding of the way of the sword, has reached the ultimate realm of mortal life, and has also understood the meaning of the sword.
The sharp sword energy spurted out, obviously invisible and colorless, but at a certain moment, everyone in the audience seemed to see an aurora that illuminated the entire third floor, making everyone's hair stand on end, and a feeling of life and death arose in their hearts.
Big fear.
puff!
The sword energy dissipated, and the chest of the Japanese master who was facing Su Haoran suddenly split open, and a stream of blood gushes out like a fountain.
Click!
The tall and thin young man who was guarding Da Kusujing's left side instinctively blocked the katana in his hand forward. Unfortunately, the bright steel sword was cut off by the sword energy. Half of the blade fell on the round platform with a crisp sound.
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Tanaka Jianye, who had been supporting Da Nanjing, was suddenly dragged in front of Da Nanjing and used as a shield.
As a result, Tanaka Jianye's back was also pierced by the sword energy. Not only did the blood flow from his back, but blood also seeped out from the corners of his mouth.
"A generation of famous swordsman actually used his companions to block his sword. It's shameful!" Yang Tianyi cursed angrily.
Li Song also had a look of disdain on his face and scolded him unceremoniously: "Okun Jing, the Bushido spirit that you Eastern warriors uphold has been completely tainted by you. You no longer deserve to be called a warrior."
snort!
Dong Shiyu raised her tall little nose and said angrily: "Despicable guy, he has lost both his martial arts and his character."
Thump, thump!
Immediately, the two people who were penetrated by the sword energy fell to the round platform one after another.
"Master!"
The only tall and thin young man who survived, holding a broken sword in both hands, with a look of disbelief on his face, stammered: "How could you, how could you use Tanaka to block the sword? Didn't you always teach us that warriors should
Aren’t you afraid of life and death?”
Da Nanjing's face was as pale as paper at this time. He suddenly raised his hand and grabbed the tall and thin young man's shoulder, and said extremely weakly: "Don't talk nonsense, help me down."
Only then did everyone notice that Da Nan Jing was also injured.
There was a penetrating wound that was translucent from front to back on his left rib. If he was not sent to the hospital in time, his life might be in danger at any time.
"You don't have to step down."
At this moment, Takahashi Haruko stepped onto the round platform like a ghost.
This seemingly harmless and cute beauty actually stabbed a sharp sword into the back of Da Nan Jing's heart and said at the same time: "Uncle Da Nan, rest in peace."
PS: The manuscript is being proofread, and the third update will be out in a few minutes. (Also: It’s the first day of the month, and if you have a free monthly pass, give it to the lovely Fushou. If you don’t give it, Takahashi Haruko will go and cute you at night!)