Chapter 9 The Sword Is Unsheathed and My Edge Is Raised
(Today is the birthday of Xiaojianjing Xuanbing, the guest channeler Xuanbing, and the author is here to wish him a happy birthday)
Yang Yigu's swordsmanship is amazing.
"It seems to be chaotic and real, seeking justice in odds. Brother Yang is good at swordsmanship." Chen Zong praised.
"I can see that you admire my swordsmanship very much." Yang Yigu shook his head, raised the wine gourd, and did not forget to promote his own wine: "Have a drink."
"Okay." Chen Zong picked up the new cup and put it away. He was curious why Yang Yigu always asked people to drink his wine, and why the people he called refused one by one.
Then, Chen Zong knew what a bitter fruit was.
Where is this wine? It is clearly a cup of bitter water, and it is not only bitter, but also very strong, and it is unacceptable. Chen Zong finally knows why those people quickly rejected Yang Yigu's request for wine.
"I don't know how to appreciate it." Yang Yigu looked at Chen Zong with a tangled face, and couldn't help shaking his head and sighing: "This wine of mine is brewed with more than a dozen first- or second-grade herbs, which can nourish the body and nourish qi and blood. Besides, you I don’t think this wine is like a human being, from a bad background, you have to taste the bitter fruit before you can get all the bitterness.”
Chen Zong couldn't spit it out either, so he just kept it in his mouth, letting the bitterness fill his mouth and his scalp tingling.
Slowly, Chen Zong keenly felt that a trace of sweetness grew out of bitterness, spread out little by little, and eventually replaced bitterness and became sweet.
The entanglement on his face stretched out, replaced by a kind of pleasure, swallowing it in one gulp, feeling warm and comfortable all over.
"It's all bittersweet, good wine." Chen Zong sighed sincerely, and his praise made Yang Yigu's eyes light up, as if he saw his confidant.
"From now on, I, Yang Yigu, recognize you as a friend." Yang Yigu's hazy eyes seemed to become clear in an instant, with a serious tone, and then he returned to the original drunken hazy appearance, that scene was like an illusion.
If it was replaced by others, especially those from a good background, they would not be able to appreciate the taste contained in that bitter and strong drink. kind of portrait.
Yang Yigu, the same is true.
At the banquet, another discussion ended.
"Kong Lianshan, you are just a commoner. What ability do you have to rank with me as the six young heroes. Come out, I want you to know that you are not qualified." Wang Shenghong stood up and pointed directly at Kong Lianshan, rudely.
"As you wish." Kong Lianshan sat as steady as a rock, his face remained unchanged, and he responded in a deep voice, slowly got up, and walked towards the middle.
"Look at the fists." Wang Shenghong rushed out quickly, his fists slammed towards Kong Lianshan like rolling stones, as if the sound of stones rolling down from the bottom of the mountain continued.
This is the Rolling Stone Boxing method of foundation-building martial arts in the realm of perfection.
Kong Lianshan's expression is calm, his arms are stretched, his palms are erected, and he unfolds the rock palm technique, and strikes steadily and steadily.
Wang Shenghong's fists were fierce and continuous, Kong Lianshan's palms were as steady as rocks, one attack and one defense, both of them were at the fourth level of Qi and Blood Realm, and they had both tempered their blood Qi six times. The outcome depends on the fighting ability of the two.
The fists and palms collided, and the dull sound was like a drum roaring, thumping.
For a while, Wang Shenghong couldn't break through Kong Lianshan's defense, and the more he hit, the more ugly his face became. After all, he wanted to teach Kong Lianshan a lesson himself. On the other hand, Kong Lianshan's face was calm and calm.
"Boulder Break!" After a long time, Wang Shenghong directly stimulated the power of qi and blood, and displayed the first heavy stone break of the human-level low-grade martial arts giant stone boxing technique.
The boulder at the entry level was broken, causing Wang Shenghong's fist to swell, as if it turned into a huge stone, smashing towards Kong Lianshan fiercely.
Kong Lianshan's expression changed slightly, and he immediately activated the power of qi and blood, his palms seemed to be enlarged, like a grinding disc turning.
"The mountain doesn't move!"
The first step of the Panshan Palm Technique.
Collision, a terrible muffled sound entered everyone's ears, making their hearts tremble.
"The boulder is broken!"
Without a single blow, Wang Shenghong was furious, bursting with qi and blood, and his fists continuously used the boulder-breaking bombardment, like boulders smashing into Konglian Mountain one after another.
Kong Lianshan also burst out with blood again and again, and used Panshan's immobile defense, as if the two sides were fighting for consumption.
The display of rank martial arts must be motivated by the power of qi and blood, which will consume the power of qi and blood, and the power of qi and blood will be consumed too many times, which will reduce one's own strength.
After several more bombardments, Wang Shenghong's complexion turned pale, and the power of qi and blood was consumed a lot.
After a pause, Kong Lianshan took the opportunity to wave his palms and slapped him. One palm was blocked, and the other palm was imprinted on Wang Shenghong's chest. With a bang, like a drum, Wang Shenghong retreated again and again, feeling as if his chest was smashed, and the pain was endless.
"Humph." Wang Shenghong's pale face was full of resentment. He was defeated when his lesson failed.
"Kong Lianshan is good at defense. If he fights against him, he will either find a loophole or defeat him with a stronger attack. There is no other way." Chen Zong secretly said.
Then, someone challenged and learned from each other, one after another.
Most of the competitions are based on the martial arts of building foundations, and they are also battles between the same cultivation bases.
Different people, different martial arts, and different fighting styles have greatly broadened Chen Zong's horizons and formed a kind of accumulation. It may not have any effect now, but as time goes by, it will affect it subtly. Chen Zong's future cultivation will move in a better direction.
From time to time, I would have a chat with Yang Yigu, expressing their opinions on combat and swordsmanship, and exchanged views with each other.
"Chen Zong, you are only a mere member of the tribe, and you are not qualified to rank with me as the six young heroes." Yang Feiyu's eyes were burning with anger, and he drew his sword and pointed at Chen Zong.
Obviously, Yang Feiyu's anger against Yang Yigu was transferred to Chen Zong, who told him that he couldn't help Yang Yigu, and Chen Zong had a good talk with Yang Yigu.
But since someone challenged him by name, of course Chen Zong would not refuse. To be honest, after seeing so many battles, his hands were already itchy.
He got up and drew his sword, the sword light swayed slightly and walked towards Yang Feiyu.
"The branch people are the branch people. They can't even afford a treasured iron sword. Do you want me to give you one?" Yang Feiyu glanced at the long sword in Chen Zong's hand, and there was a sneer on the corner of his mouth, full of contempt.
"Okay, just the one in your hand." Chen Zong's answer made Yang Feiyu's face stunned, and then his face turned ashen.
Yang Feiyu is shooting himself in the foot.
The value of a treasured iron sword is not low, let alone giving it to someone you hate, don't even think about it.
"Don't take advantage of your tongue." Yang Feiyu's voice was cold and severe, and he stabbed with a sword, light and fast, which was a perfect Feihong sword technique.
One sword followed another, and the sword light followed, as if flying forever, stabbing Chen Zong from all angles.
Chen Zong's expression was indifferent, and when he turned his wrist, the long sword shot out, and there was a sharp eagle chirping, which made everyone mistakenly think that an eagle fell, which was very harsh.
In terms of level, the eagle fencing technique is the same as the Feihong sword technique, but Chen Zong's eagle fencing technique can be practiced to the realm of subtlety, which is stronger than the Feihong sword technique in the realm of perfection.
One sword after another, in the blink of an eye, the dozen or so sword lights that Yang Feiyu stabbed were all smashed.
The sword light was sharp and pierced directly between Yang Feiyu's forehead. It was so dazzling that he couldn't look directly. When he saw it clearly, he only felt that the center of his eyebrows seemed to have been pricked by a needle.
"What a fast sword!"
"What a sharp sword!"
The crowd murmured in amazement.
Tang Junluo's eyes flashed, and from Chen Zong's sword, he could see that the opponent's sword was faster, more accurate, and sharper.
"That's good." Tang Junluo said secretly: "Otherwise, if you defeat you, you will have no sense of accomplishment."
Yang Yigu paused with the wine gourd in his left hand, a glint of light flashed in his eyes, Chen Zong's swordsmanship was beyond his expectations.
At this point, Yang Feiyu was defeated.
"Go to hell!" Yang Feiyu was not reconciled. The more he looked at this Chen Zong, the more disgusted he became. He even dared to hurt himself. It was unbearable.
Flying Eagle Kill!
The Baotie Sword was sharp, and the tip of the sword was like an eagle's beak.
"stop!"
"you dare!"
Fierce Tiger Art, Qi and blood circulation, power greatly increased, in the realm of subtlety, brushing willow swordsmanship, the body is like a wind sword and willow, between swinging, lightly touching Feiyingsha, one touch is close, in the realm of subtlety, the eagle fencing technique is connected Click to kill, hit the eagle to kill the surrounding area continuously, fast, accurate and stable interpretation to the extreme.
The afterimage swordsmanship in the realm of subtlety is displayed, the sword light is gorgeous and dazzling, and it instantly turns into a shadow, and the alternation of light and shadow makes people dazed.
With the increase of qi and blood driven by the fierce tiger art, the swordsmanship of the three sects in the realm of subtle changes alternated continuously, defeating the flying eagle, and slashing to Yang Feiyu's face with a single sword, a quick, accurate and steady interpretation of ruthlessness and decisiveness.
Yang Feiyu's pupils shrank, his face full of horror, but the sword was too fast and cut to the throat mercilessly, mercilessly.
"Be merciful to the sword!" a group of people shouted, Tang Junhao even shot directly. I don't know when he was holding a long spear, the power of qi and blood exploded, and a shot stabbed at an amazing speed like a meteor chasing the moon.
The tip of the spear touched the tip of the sword lightly, and the terrifying force blocked Chen Zong's sword. Chen Zong quickly retracted the sword and retreated, but the tip of the sword was still shattered.
The long spear in Tang Junhao's hand was of the Treasure Iron rank, and it was also the best of the Treasure Iron rank. The long sword in Chen Zong's hand was a very ordinary fine iron rank, and it was inevitable that damage would be inevitable.
"Yang Feiyu, you are not welcome here, please leave." Tang Junhao said angrily, just now everyone could see that his sword was clearly intended to kill Chen Zong.
Yang Feiyu left with a livid face.
"Sorry, your sword was damaged by me, I will compensate you." Tang Junhao turned to look at Chen Zong with a smile: "Come here, get the treasured iron sword."
"No, a fine iron sword is enough." Chen Zong was surprised and said quickly.
The tip of the sword is an extremely important part of a sword. If it is damaged, the power of the sword will be greatly reduced.
"How can you have a good fight with me without a treasured iron sword." Tang Junluo said, and everyone was shocked when they heard the words.
Tang Junluo's words meant that Chen Zong could actually become his opponent?
Is it too high to see him?
Soon, someone brought a treasured iron sword over to Tang Junhao, and Tang Junhao handed it to Chen Zong, with a firm tone: "Your swordsmanship amazes me and is worthy of this sword."
"Thank you." Chen Zong solemnly took the treasured iron sword with both hands, his right hand held the hilt made of ebony wood, and pulled it out with a little force.