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- Chapter 288: Establishing Prestige
The white light flashed away, unable to be caught by the eyeballs, and came to the old man in an instant.
A golden light suddenly shone, flashing from his waist, like the rising sun leaping out of the sea. The rays of light were so bright in an instant that people had to turn their eyes away.
The sound of "chi" was so slight that it would have been impossible to catch it if it hadn't been for the silence in the field and the internal strength of everyone in the field.
There was a "chichi" sound again, and the golden light dimmed. People turned around and saw that the old man was holding a scimitar. The golden light was shining, very luxurious, and it seemed to be a decorative tool.
The old man has deep eyes and a long nose. He is tall and holds a golden sword in his hand. He is not tacky at all, but majestic and solemn, making him look unusually elegant.
At this time, he seemed to be a little shorter. From his ankles down, he was sunk into the ground. In front of him, there were two long skiing marks, about six feet, like skiing.
His face was solemn and his cheeks were as red as drinking wine. The left hand holding the knife trembled slightly, and the golden light on the knife shone like the setting sun reflected on the lake.
"The old man's knife is so fast!" Yilin's beautiful face was full of surprise, her bright eyes blinked, and she looked at the golden knife.
The old man did not speak and was breathing heavily. When everyone saw it, they understood that he was adjusting his breath.
"Ever since I started practicing the magical power of finger snapping, this is the first time someone can stop me!" Yilin moved her little hand, and another shiny white chess piece appeared between her index finger and middle finger.
Her fingers were like bamboo shoots, round and slender, as if carved from ivory, glowing with a delicate moon-white luster in the sunlight.
She stared at the old man intently with her bright eyes, and saw that he took a long breath, his breathing returned to long, and he had finished adjusting his breath. He put down the scimitar and was about to sheath it. She hurriedly said: "Wait a minute!"
The old man raised his head, looked at Yi Lin in the stands, frowned, and hummed: "Why, the little master is still not convinced?!"
Yilin shook her head and smiled quietly: "The old man's knife is very fast and can block my chess pieces. I admire him very much!"
The old man smiled proudly and sheathed his sword with a look of disdain in his eyes.
"How about I point one more finger to see if the old man can catch it?" Yilin picked up the chess piece, waved it in front of her, and asked sincerely.
The old man's expression changed, his eyes flashed, and he shook his head: "Your skills with hidden weapons are very good, and I admire you very much."
After saying that, he turned around and looked around, with a glance like a blade: "I am from the Western Regions and have admired the Central Plains for a long time. I came here from the East to experience the martial arts of the Central Plains!"
Everyone suddenly realized, no wonder he looked strange, it turned out that he was not from the Central Plains!
Someone looked at him displeased, thinking that this person must have come with bad intentions. If not, how could he challenge him in such a grand ceremony? !
There is a person with a sarcastic smile on his face, a foreigner who just doesn¡¯t understand etiquette. Even if he challenges, he still needs to hand over a greeting card. How can he come to the door like this? !
Now is the succession ceremony for the new head of the Hengshan Sect. His challenge like this has not only ruined the face of the Hengshan Sect. If the Hengshan Sect does not punish him severely, it will lose all its prestige. How can it suppress people in the world who are ready to move? !
"Are you the Golden Swordsman?!" Someone suddenly screamed.
The old man nodded proudly: "Yes, the old lady calls the Golden Swordsman the same as carrying firewood!"
Everyone immediately buzzed and started talking loudly.
??The golden sword carries firewood, and now he is also a famous figure in the martial arts world. In the past six months, he has challenged countless masters. From west to east, more than fifty masters have been defeated by his sword.
It is said that the light of his sword is like golden lightning. When it is taken out of the sheath, it is like thousands of golden lights, piercing people's eyes. He can move the sword so fast that people just blink their eyes and the sword is already on their body.
What¡¯s even more frightening is that Duan Muchai¡¯s moves are ruthless. When fighting with others, no one is spared and will be injured. Moreover, most of them are injured on the wrist, and they will never be able to hold a sword again for the rest of their lives.
Such behavior naturally made the martial arts heroes very angry. Many people stepped forward to intercept him and challenge him, but none of them were opponents.
Jiang Nanyun also heard about this person, but he just didn't bother to pay attention to him. In the martial arts world, there are always strange people and strangers who can't stand him and punish him.
But he didn¡¯t expect that Duan Muchai was the number one swordsman in the Western Regions. His sword skills were so mysterious that many reclusive masters came forward to challenge him, but they still had no opponent.
At this moment, the blood of the martial arts heroes was greatly reduced, and there were only a few challengers. He killed them all the way to the Central Plains martial arts forest, and unknowingly arrived at Hengshan.
"The old man wants to see the martial arts of the Central Plains?" Yi Lin blinked her bright eyes, showing curiosity, wondering why he did this.
Master Yiqing stepped forward and whispered something in her ear.
After hearing this, Yilin¡¯s pretty face changed, her delicate eyebrows furrowed, and she stared with some annoyance.Holding the firewood, he hummed softly: "The old man acted so cruelly and hurt so many people. It really hurts the compassion of the Buddha!"
"When I fight with someone, I will always see life and death!" Duan Muchai pressed the handle of the knife with his hand, sneered, and said proudly. He glanced at everyone, and a look of contempt flashed in his eyes.
He was very disappointed with these martial arts heroes from the Central Plains. At first, many people came to challenge him, but after hurting a few people, these people suddenly stopped and withered.
"She is so bloodless and cannot withstand the wind and rain. She is not even as good as a woman. I really look down on her!"
Hearing his words, Yilin's face was slightly angry. This person is so unrepentant. If he indulges, he may hurt more people!
"Duan, come on, let me fight with you!" Suddenly a person jumped out next to him. He was short and thin, like an ape, and extremely agile.
Yilin glanced at it, but didn't recognize it, and turned to look at Master Yiqing.
Master Yiqing glanced at the man, pondered for a moment, and whispered in Yilin's ear: "Master, he is Gannan Tiesuanjiang Liuping. He is good at monkey boxing and his body skills are like electricity."
Yi Lin nodded, shook her head, and asked, "I'm afraid this Hero Jiang is no match for me."
"The master cannot stop him, just take a look before he speaks." Master Yi Qing whispered, then took a step back and stood behind Yi Lin.
Yilin has always believed in this second senior sister. Since the second senior sister said this, it was definitely not wrong. She thought about it and said nothing.
"I don't want to fight with unknown people, so tell me your name!" Duan Muchai looked down at Jiang Liuping and said coldly, domineeringly.
Duanmu Chai is the number one swordsman in the Western Regions, and he is very impressive. When he arrived in the martial arts world of the Central Plains, he did not encounter an opponent, which made his momentum even stronger.
"I am Jiang Liuping!" Jiang Liuping shouted, his voice as thick and loud as a bell, which could be heard far away: "We have countless martial arts masters in the Central Plains, but none of them are too lazy to pay attention to you Just let me talk to you, this arrogant old man. Son!"
Yi Lin frowned and said nothing, but her beautiful face showed a worried look. She stared at the field, holding a white chess piece between her fingers.
Duan Muchai waved his hand and shouted coldly: "Don't talk nonsense, just take action!"
"Look at the boxing!" Jiang Liuping shouted and jumped out fiercely, like a monkey jumping in the mountains, extremely fast, and the monkey jumped up.
He took advantage of Duanmu Chai's inconvenient figure because his feet were stuck in the ground, so he took the opportunity to get close to him.
Duan Muchai's feet trembled, mud splashed everywhere, and he jumped up, sliding out three feet, just in time to avoid Jiang Liuping's pounce.
Seeing the situation, Jiang Liuping suddenly felt that something was not good. He suddenly turned his body and shrank his body. He rushed over faster, as if to reduce the area and reduce resistance.
Duan Muchai moved his left hand, and the scimitar was unsheathed, blooming with golden light. Like the sun rising, everyone in the field had to raise their hands to protect their eyes from being burned.
Seeing the sword coming out of its sheath, Jiang Liuping gave a fierce meal, kicked his feet hard, and made two deep marks. His body floated, like a lotus leaf in the water, swaying suddenly.
The golden light flashed again, and Duan Muchai's scimitar was like lightning, but it was no longer as dazzling as it was at the beginning. People could open their eyes and see his sword skills.
?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????:????????????? Only when people see his sword skills do they realize how terrifying he is. The sword is as fast as lightning, and he is swayed carelessly. The light of the sword is like rounds of bright moon, which looks beautiful.
But seeing the speed with which he swung the knife, everyone watching the battle shuddered. Imagine that if it were him, he would have been hit by the knife long ago. He was far inferior to Jiang Liuping, and he could still hold on till now.
Jiang Liuping was in danger. His body movements were extremely fast, his feet were nimble, and he could move around. He was far from being comparable to ordinary masters. However, under the scimitar, he was like a clumsy penguin. He was forced by Duan Muchai and had no power to fight back. He could only dodge in embarrassment. .
"Hi¡ª¡ª" A white light suddenly lit up, Yilin flicked her finger, and the white chess pieces popped out.
The golden light flourished, Duan Muchai swung his sword even faster, and suddenly a curtain of light appeared in front of him, airtight, like a golden cloth covering it.
With a crisp sound of "dang", Duan Muchai flew out fiercely, as if being beaten by a giant tree. He was in the air, his feet were spinning, and his scimitar was waving, forming a light curtain to protect him in front of him.
After landing, he was safe and sound, and shouted to Yi Lin angrily: "Can the leader of the Hengshan Sect only do sneak attacks?!"
Yi Lin¡¯s beautiful face was solemn, she frowned and shook her head: ¡°The old gentleman will save others under the knife!¡±
This sentence was said a little too late. If it had been said before she snapped her fingers, it would have made some sense, but she was so focused on saving people that she forgot to say it.
Jiang Liuping clasped his fists and said to Yilin, "Thank you, Master, for saving me!"
After saying that, he glared at Duan Muchai fiercely and snorted: "Don't be arrogant. Although I am invincible and my skills are not as good as others, there are always masters in our Central Plains martial arts world!"
? ?After that, he got into the crowd, shameless to stay here any longer, and went down the mountain.
?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Everyone is just not strong in martial arts, and if they want to fight, they will just die. They can't help but cast their eyes on the stage.
? Among the people on the stage, Master Fang Zheng and Taoist Master Chongxu are sitting upright. Next to them are Yue Buqun and other people from the Five Sacred Mountains. They all have high positions and powerful martial arts.
"This old man is so crazy, I'll go down and teach him a lesson!" Taoist Master Tianmen's face turned purple and he was furious.
Yue Buqun stretched out his hand to stop, and stroked his beard with the other hand while smiling: "Brother Tianmen, now we are in the territory of Hengshan Sect, and the master has not been decided yet, how can we usurp the master?"
"Mr. Yue likes to tell these lies!" Master Dingyi glanced at him and sneered: "This Duan Muchai doesn't know the heights of the world. The headSecond Senior Sister, I'm going to take care of him!"
Master Dingxian shook his head and smiled, then glanced at Yilin's back: "Junior sister, please be patient and wait and see what the master will do."
Although Master Dingxian has resigned from the position of head, she has accumulated power for a long time. Master Dingyi is accustomed to obeying. She nodded slowly, released the hand holding the sword, took the beads again, and slowly moved them.
Yilin clasped her hands together and pronounced a Buddhist chant: "Mr. Duanmu, if you want to see the martial arts of the Central Plains, let's compete."
¡°You¡ª¡ª?¡± Duan Muchai squinted and looked at her beautiful face. She was young and her disciple was old enough to be her father.
Yilin looked at his expression. Although she was innocent, she also understood that he looked down on her: "Only if I lose can you challenge my master."
Duan Muchai glanced at her and said in a deep voice, "Okay, let me see how capable the leader of the Hengshan Sect is!"
After saying that, he jumped up into the sky and landed lightly in front of Yi Lin. His feet were uneven and his chin was slightly raised, as if he was looking down at her with arrogance.
Yilin was not worried. She put her white jade-like hand on the hilt of the sword and slowly pulled out the long sword. The sword was as bright as snow, and it turned out to be a rare and good sword.
This sword, named Yingxue, was a gift from Xiao Yuesheng. It blows hair off and cuts iron like clay. Even among precious swords, it is a rare and superior weapon.
"Mr. Duanmu, this sword of mine is a precious sword, you have to be careful." Yilin said coquettishly, holding her long sword across her chest.
Her bright eyes are clear, pure and flawless, and it is unbearable to hurt.
Duan Muchai turned a blind eye. The more beautiful the woman, the more disgusted he was. Instead, he had a trace of pity for the mediocre woman.
He was betrayed by a woman when he was young, and he had no affection for beautiful women. He never married, and devoted himself to studying swordsmanship. He became addicted to it, and he improved his swordsmanship. It was difficult to find an opponent in the Western Regions.
His current life is completely devoted to the art of swordsmanship. He only feels that the meaning of life is to reach the pinnacle of the art of swordsmanship and reach a state that no one before him has reached.
Therefore, he can be patient and ruthless, not only towards others, but also towards himself.
"Let's make a move!" Duan Muchai snorted coldly, the golden light flourished, the golden sword came out of its sheath, drew an arc, and cut it horizontally.
Yilin's body was light and she took a step forward. The tip of the sword trembled slightly and hit the center of the scimitar just right.
Duan Muchai felt his palm tremble, and an inexplicable force surged in along his arm. It didn't seem to be strong, but it was extremely tough and couldn't be driven away.
He exerted force in his Dantian, and a strong internal force rushed out, like a mighty river rushing through the river, sweeping that internal force back into his palms.
Under the control of internal force, the scimitar was like electricity, and it was sharpened again, forming a golden moon, covering Yilin's sword, and the golden light flickered.
Yilin's wrist shook, the tip of the sword trembled, and it immediately drew an arc towards the golden moon. A "dang dang" sound was heard immediately, as if several swords were clashing, like rain hitting plantains, crisp and sweet.
Yi Lin¡¯s steps were light and her figure flashed for a moment, as if there was no distance between her. She stepped forward and came to Duan Muchai¡¯s side.
The long sword swung and stabbed, straight forward and backward, lifting the end of the firewood. The movement was gentle and without a trace of anger, as if she was not trying her best.
Master Dingyi and the three of them looked at each other. Yi Linshi's swordsmanship was that of the Hengshan School, but the footwork under his feet had changed.
But with the help of this set of footwork, the Hengshan School's swordsmanship suddenly became more powerful, as if it had gone up to two levels, turning decay into a magical feeling.
They knew that this must have been taught by Yilin's eldest brother. Xiao Yihan really loved Yilin, his adopted sister, and taught her extremely superb martial arts as if they were worthless.
Duan Muchai shrank, as if he had turned into a turtle, then twisted, golden light flashed, and met Yilin's sword.
His twist may seem clumsy, but it is actually extremely swift. It is an original and unique footwork with infinite power, and he has repeatedly performed extraordinary feats.
? ?Lin's long sword seemed to have no offensive power, but the first sword pierced the gap in his long sword, and the sword pointed at the flaw, making him exhausted.
After a few moves, Yilin pressed him down and struck. Her sword moves seemed to be slow and thin, not fast or slow, but very fast. However, her footwork was mysterious, which gave people the illusion that the sword moves were extremely slow. .
After several moves, Duan Muchai was panting. Every move she made seemed casual and soft, but they were all aimed at the vital point, making his heart skip a beat. He had to change his moves and tried to attack, but Yilin always calmly broke her. Go, after a few moves, the blood is surging, and there is some nausea in the chest.
Yilin's Qingxin Jue is at a very high level. In her eyes, the opponent's sword skills are full of flaws. She can see through them at a glance. With just one stab of the sword, she can force him to change his moves in a hurry. It's really interesting.
Later, there was a smile on her lips, her body and mind relaxed, and her movements became more graceful and graceful, like dancing.
Master Fang Zheng and others secretly admired. They had never thought that Junior Master Yilin's martial arts would be so accomplished. Even Master Dingyi might not be as good as him.
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The female nuns of the Hengshan sect were all full of energy and excited. They did not expect that in the hands of the leader, the Hengshan swordsmanship would be so exquisite. What they had practiced before was totally wrong and too shallow!
This move of Immortal Guidance is a normal starting move, but in the hands of the master, it is extremely powerful when executed just right.
¡°I¡¯m not welcome!¡± Duan Muchai was furious. He was forced to such an extent by a little girl. He was really shameless.
His body shape suddenly changed, and the steps under his feet suddenly became weird, as if they were moving along a curve, and the scimitar changed from fast to slow. Every move he made was weird, and it was cut from an inexplicable angle, making it difficult to guard against.
Yilin still had a smile on her lips, her body was light and her sword was smooth. She still used Hengshan School swordsmanship. It seemed slow, but every sword hit its weak point.
Duan Muchai is extremely talented in the art of swordsmanship. He took advantage of hundreds of schools of thought and spent more than ten years creating a unique swordsmanship.
This set of sword techniques is extremely strange and completely different from all martial arts. This is especially true for the Central Plains martial arts. When he encounters equally matched masters in the Central Plains, he always wins with this sword technique and wins by surprise.
In Yilin's eyes, there is no difference whether his sword skills are weird or exquisite. All she sees in her eyes are flaws. As long as her sword is fast enough and can penetrate the flaws, she can force him to change his technique. Ended without illness.
The fight between the two became more intense, and everyone in the scene was attracted by his strange sword skills.
Suddenly, more than ten figures suddenly jumped out, like arrows rushing onto the stage, directly surrounding Yi Lin and Duan Muchai, their swords unsheathed, and they attacked fiercely.
Yilin was slightly startled, as if she hadn't expected that the sword shadows were all over the sky in front of her, and she couldn't see the person's face clearly.
The Qingxin Jue circulated over her head, and she suddenly woke up and saw the flaws in these long swords. However, the opponent's swords were many and fast, and it was impossible to break through them one by one. Her sword was really not fast enough.
"Shameless!" A sweet shout sounded out, as soft as honey, it was heart-wrenching.
Master Fang Zheng and the others were sitting far away. They wanted to rush forward, but they were unable to do so. Master Dingyi's eyes widened and she was so frightened that her heart was broken.
Although they were unable to save them, Jiang Nanyun floated up and appeared next to Yilin in a blink of an eye. With a wave of his sleeves, two moon-white streaks formed, flying around him and Yilin, as if birds were chasing them. , the posture is extremely graceful.
??A ray of green smoke suddenly appeared, drifted among the ten people, turned into an entity, and landed in front of Yilin, but it was Xiao Yuesheng who was wearing a green shirt.
Ten people suddenly rose into the sky, as if cannonballs exploded, flying in all directions, and fell to the audience with a "bang bang bang bang", filling the air with smoke and dust.
After a while, the smoke dispersed, and ten people gathered together to form a circle, motionless, and looked quite scary.
"Brother!" Yilin shouted in surprise, took two steps forward, and said: "Youyou are here!"
Xiao Yuesheng smiled slightly and said gently: "My sister has become the leader, how can I, the eldest brother, not come to congratulate me?!"
Yilin smiled happily, and suddenly saw Jiang Nanyun next to her looking at her. She couldn't help but blush, lowered her head, and was embarrassed to speak.
Duan Muchai stood aside with his knife in his hand. He had just calmed down from the shock and stared blankly at Xiao Yuesheng and Jiang Nanyun, seemingly still immersed in the strange situation just now.
Master Dingyi rushed over and looked at Yilin anxiously: "Yilin, is it okay?! Are you hurt?!"
"Master, it doesn't matter to me." Yi Lin raised her head and whispered.
Teacher DingyiHe glared hatefully at the ten people whose life and death were unknown underground, and hummed: "I didn't expect these people to be so insane and crazy!"
She turned to Jiang Nanyun and smiled, saying: "Thank you, Nanyun, for being alert. If not, they might have succeeded!"
"Master gave the order in advance, for fear that someone would be detrimental to my junior uncle." Jiang Nanyun pursed his lips and smiled, casting a glance at Xiao Yuesheng.
"Thank you very much, Mr. Xiao!" Master Dingyi clasped her hands together and bowed solemnly.
Master Dingjing and Master Dingxian also came over, clasped their hands together, and saluted Xiao Yuesheng as a way of thanking him for saving his life.
Xiao Yuesheng waved his hand and said with a smile: "Slow down, slow down! Masters, it is only natural that I save my sister, thank me for what?!"
"Mr. Xiao, in short, our Hengshan owes you another favor." Master Dingxian said with a kind smile, full of kindness.
Xiao Yuesheng chuckled, turned his head, and took a look at Duan Muqi.
Jiang Nanyun said softly: "Master, this is the Duanmu hero from the Western Regions. He has first-class swordsmanship. He comes to challenge my junior uncle."
Xiao Yuesheng nodded, glanced at Yi Lin, and said, "Sister, you are such a disobedient leader. As soon as you take over, there will be challenges."
Yi Lin blushed with embarrassment and lowered her head in silence.
Master Fang Zheng and others came to him, greeted him one after another, and exchanged pleasantries.
"You look so majestic, who is this person?!"
"Master Fang Zheng and the others seem to recognize this person and are polite to him. His status must be high. Who is he?"
"You don't recognize him either?!" a voice sounded, with surprise in the voice and disbelief on his face, but he was a short, fat man with a round face and a chubby face.
"Master Sun, do you recognize this person?!" A middle-aged lean man asked with his fists clasped at his side, a smile on his face, as if he was ashamed of his ignorance.
"You don't recognize the Jinghong Yijian Xiao Yihan?!" The short and fat Master Sun shook his head, still seeming to find it unbelievable.
¡°He is the Jinghong Yijian?!¡± People exclaimed one after another.
Although Xiao Yuesheng is extremely famous, he rarely appears in front of others and has always been extremely low-key. In recent days, he has disappeared without a trace. He lives in seclusion on Guanyun Island and is almost forgotten by others.
The rivers and lakes make people grow old, the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and a new generation replaces the old ones. Faintly, the name of Jinghong Yijian seems to be gradually forgotten by people. He is silent and has not caused any big trouble. He will naturally be ignored by people, and the new generation will be ignored by people. A group of young heroes emerged, such as Linghu Chong, Lin Pingzhi, Xu Zhikai, etc.
But when someone mentions it, I can still remember it.
Some people shook their heads in disappointment: "But that's it, he is also a character with a nose and two eyes, not three heads and six arms!"
"No wonder, no wonder, Lady Jiang is so affectionate with him,but it turns out he is her master!" Some people sighed with emotion and let out a long sigh of relief, as if a big stone in their hearts was relieved.
"He is the adopted brother of Junior Master Yilin!" Someone patted his head and said suddenly.
Duan Muchai stood like a rock, standing with his sword in hand, staring at Xiao Yuesheng with cold eyes, snorted and said: "Are you the Jinghong Yijian Xiao Yihan?!"
"I am Xiao Yihan, you want to fight with me?!" Xiao Yuesheng smiled faintly, and the purple energy in his eyes flashed away.
A flash of enthusiasm flashed in Duan Muchai's eyes. Not only was he not afraid when he met a real master, he was actually excited. Fighting against a first-rate master would improve his martial arts more than competing against dozens of ordinary masters.
"I have heard about the name Jinghong Yijian for a long time. I saw it today and I want to see it!" He took a step forward with his sword in hand, his eyes bright, like a blazing torch.
Xiao Yuesheng frowned slightly, thought for a while, nodded and said: "That's fine, if you can catch my move, today's matter will be wiped out!"
Duan Muchai listened without hearing, his eyes fixed on his shoulders, and his feet moved slowly, like an eagle circling, looking for gaps.
Xiao Yuesheng stood calmly in the field, motionless. Even if he turned the firewood behind him, he turned a blind eye and remained calm.
Seeing him like this, Duan Muchai was heartbroken. Could it be that with the eyes in the back of his head, he wasn't afraid of sneak attacks? !
Thinking of this, I just didn't believe it. With a flash of golden light, the scimitar was unsheathed and drawn out, drawing an arc in the air, extremely fast.
The shadow of a famous tree. Regarding Xiao Yihan's famous name, although he comes from the Western Regions, he is also very familiar with it. He knows that he is extremely fast with his sword, so he must hit it with one strike and not give him a chance to draw the sword. This sword has been used with all his strength. , although it was extremely fast, there was no sound of wind.
This sword is the pinnacle of his work. It is silent and extremely fast. It is used for sneak attacks and cannot be avoided.
Xiao Yuesheng smiled slightly, moved his right hand, and a bright light suddenly rose, like a meteor streaking across the sky, extremely bright and gorgeous.
"Zheng¡ª¡ª" The lingering sound lingered in everyone's ears for a long time, and it was extremely pleasant.
His long sword had been sheathed and he turned to look at Duan Muchai.
Duan Muchai's figure was stagnant, as if he had turned into a statue, his expression was dull and motionless, and there was only shock and disbelief in his eyes.
The scimitar in his hand has disappeared. Two steps away, only the handle is exposed from the ground, and the blade has been hidden in the mud.
People in the audience were talking a lot. They were eagerly waiting to see the swordsmanship of the legendary Jinghong Yijian, but unexpectedly, the light flashed and they didn't see anything at all. It was over, and they felt very sad in their hearts. Shaking his head.
"Just one move?!" someone asked in disbelief.
They had seen with their own eyes Duan Muchai's sword skills just now. They were indeed extremely brilliant. He was worthy of being the best swordsman in the Western Region, and he was far from his opponent.
"But such a master could not catch Xiao Yihan's sword. This is really unbelievable and difficult to accept.
"Mr. Duanmu, do you want to compete again?" Xiao Yuesheng asked lightly, with a trace of pity in his eyes, and he knew in his heart that this sword dealt a huge blow to him.
Duan Muchai came back to his senses, his face turned pale, and suddenly he seemed to have aged for more than ten years. His consciousness was still a little unclear, and he shook his head in confusion.
"A stunning sword, truly extraordinary!" Taoist Master Chongxu nodded in admiration.
He is an expert in using swords. He squinted his eyes slightly and saw Xiao Yuesheng's sword draw clearly. He compared it in his mind and put himself in the position of his opponent. After thinking about it, he felt awe-inspiring in his heart.
Tianmen Taoist Priest and Mr. Mo Da both changed their expressions. They had also heard of Jinghong Yijian, but they thought that it was an exaggeration. His most powerful skill was Qimen Dunjia. With this skill, it was extremely terrifying. For martial arts , but didn¡¯t believe it.
Hearing is false, seeing is believing. Moreover, human energy is always limited. He is so young, even if he is gifted with great talents, outstanding qualifications, and proficient in Qimen Dunjia, he probably does not have time to practice, how can he be amazing? technology industry?
At this moment, the waves in their hearts were surging and they could not control themselves.
"It's funny." Xiao Yihan clasped his fists and cupped his hands to the heroes in the audience, and then cupped his hands to Master Fang Zheng and the others. The smile on his face was gentle and seemed harmless.
Jiang Nanyun pursed his lips and smiled, glanced at Yi Lin, and understood in his heart that the master always kept a low profile and always tried hard to hide his martial arts so that no one could see his fear.
But this time, it was completely different from the ordinary. Naturally, it was done intentionally, just to establish prestige in order to support Junior Uncle Yilin.
She had already thought of these thoughts as soon as she raised her eyebrows, and her sharpness of thought was far beyond comparison with other people's.
"In the martial arts world of the Central Plains, there is indeed a Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon!" Duan Muchai walked over, reached down and pulled out the scimitar and held it in front of him.
The index finger and middle finger lightly rubbed the blade surface. He clamped the tip of the knife between his two fingers and pulled it gently. With a "dang" sound, the tip of the knife broke.
He flicked it gently, and the tip of the knife sank into the center of the stage, turning the golden scimitar into a broken sword.
"Today's shame will be repaid in the future!" After saying that, he sheathed his scimitar, jumped out, and landed under the stage. After a few ups and downs, he jumped over the crowd and disappeared.
Jiang Nanyun moved, then stopped. He turned his head to look at his master. When he saw him shaking his head slightly, he stopped trying to catch up.
Suddenly, a female nun ran towards the stage and reported to Master Dingxian: "Second Master, the left leader of the Songshan Sect has arrived!"
"Left Master?!" Master Dingxian was slightly surprised and turned to look at the Great Yin Yang Hand Lehou.
Lehou also had a surprised expression on his face, then disappeared and returned to normal. He smiled and said, "The leader may have gone out of seclusion. He felt that it would be disrespectful to not have a relative, so he rushed here!"
"That's it." Master Dingxian smiled. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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