Chapter 159 Overlord Sword!

Su Hang and Xue Xuan watched from the side of the square. This scene was really joyful. These big bosses who were usually aloof at the moment lost their composure and showed their true colors. No one wanted to give away their secret books to others.

A long sword flew back and forth among the crowd, accompanied by waves of cursing. Many people who were originally on good terms with each other saw the other party throwing the sword at themselves, and they would inevitably swear.

The voice suddenly stopped. Zhang Jingzhi, the head of the Double Swords Sect, a half-old man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, was holding a long sword in his arms, sitting on his seat like a fool, but everyone in the field let out a long sigh of relief.

Helpless, Zhang Jingzhi seemed to accept his fate, and sent a disciple of the eighth-rank martial artist realm to fight.

That disciple's name is Liu Yijian, he is used to using left-handed swordsmanship, he is thirty-seven years old, he can barely be regarded as a young generation, and the realm of an eighth-rank martial arts student is not low.

With a burly figure and a strong man, Liu Yijian stepped forward with his sword in hand, pointing at Uncle Feng Zhong, "I'm going to Liu Yijian, who will fight with me?"

Extraordinary bearing, quite a domineering momentum.

Niubi!

Everyone looked at Liu Yijian with a look of foolishness, is this guy out of his mind? Dare to point a sword at Uncle Feng Zhong, this world is too crazy, this idiot who is in the second grade to the extreme, doesn't know how he died.

Zhang Jingzhi even covered his face with his hands, embarrassing, really embarrassing.

Everyone thought that Uncle Feng Zhong would directly take action to dispose of this ignorant boy, but unexpectedly, Uncle Feng Zhong didn't take Liu Yijian's offense to heart, and waved directly behind him.

A disciple in white stood up.

Twenty-seven or eighteen years old, not only handsome, but also cool and ruthless.

There is an icy aura on his body, like a sharpened weapon, showing the sharpness so that people dare not look directly into his eyes.

"Wen Chong!"

Two words came out of his mouth, his voice was cold, without the slightest emotion, it seemed that he didn't take Liu Yijian seriously, such an existence was not worthy to be his opponent at all.

"Heh, it doesn't matter if you are a mosquito or a fly, you will turn into a bug in a while." Liu Yijian grinned, drew his long sword out of its sheath, and sprinted straight towards Wen.

Although Liu Yijian's sword looks ordinary, it concentrates all the strength of the whole body on the tip of the sword. Its strength is heavy and its destructive power is not comparable to that of ordinary swordsmanship. Liu Yijian only practiced this sword. A sword is also the sword he is most proud of, in the realm of martial arts, few dare to take his sword head-on.

Although Shuangjianmen is only a medium-sized sect, every sect is formed with one or two sects with housekeeping skills, and some of them are very powerful.

Wen Chong stood with his sword in his arms, and the wind of the sword made his long hair flutter. Seeing that the point of the sword was about to pierce his eyebrows, at this moment, Wen Chong just touched his toes, and retreated gracefully.

With a clang, the long sword came out of its sheath, and the same sword moved towards Liu Yijian.

With a single blow of the sword, he dominates the world.

"clang!"

With a soft sound, Wen Chong's sword stabbed right at the tip of Liu Yijian's sword, but the same sword was a little more domineering.

Infused with strength, a crack appeared at the tip of the long sword in Liu Yijian's hand, and then expanded rapidly, and most of the sword was instantly covered with cracks like spider silk.

"Clang!"

The blade exploded in an instant, turning into fragments and flying in all directions!

"ah?"

Liu Yijian's eyes showed horror, he didn't expect Wen Chong's sword to be so overbearing. For a swordsman, the sword is broken, so what else can he use to fight others?

Wen Chong didn't give Liu Yijian the slightest chance to catch his breath, he slashed obliquely with his sword, and Liu Yijian fully raised his half of the sword to block it.

The blades collided, sparks flew everywhere, Liu Yijian fell a few steps, only the hilt was left in his hand, Wen Chong rushed up, stabbed out with a sword, Liu Yijian was powerless to fight anymore, and was cut off directly A tendon in his left hand, followed by a kick in the chest, flew upside down, and fell heavily in front of Zhang Jingzhi.

Several apprentices hurried forward to help Liu Yijian who had fainted, and brought him back to the camp of Shuangjianmen. Looking at Liu Yijian's bloody left hand, Zhang Jingzhi's expression was repeated many times. This apprentice is practicing left-handed swordsmanship. Abandoned, on the road of the left-handed sword, there is no future to speak of.

"Concession!"

Wen Chong withdrew his sword and cupped his hands in the direction of the double sword gate, his face was still cold, as if he had only done such an insignificant thing.

Three moves, and only three moves defeated Liu Yijian. Although Wen Chong was one rank higher than Liu Yijian, the disparity could never be so outrageously large.

"It's really good swordsmanship."

After the battle, Su Hang couldn't help but praise, this should be Uncle Feng Zhong's Eighteenth Route Overlord Sword, it is really overbearing, the sword in Wen Chong's hand may not be of higher quality than the sword in Liu Yijian's, Perhaps his appearance was even worse, but he could easily smash the long sword in the opponent's hand. The profound meaning of this sword technique is really extraordinary.

Just imagine, in a sword contest with an opponent, the opponent can easily smash the long sword in your hand, leaving you without a sword, and you still have a slight chance of winning.

This swordsmanship is really domineering, Su Hang's eyes are shining with fiery light, it seems that the energy points he has just recovered are useful.

"This Wen Chong is a ninth-rank martial artist. I'm afraid I wouldn't have dared to take the sword just now." Xue Xuan said solemnly.

Su Hang heard this, and said, "A disciple from the Xiantian martial arts religion is an idler? However, if you can concentrate on martial arts not because of your work, you must have already reached the realm of a martial artist, and you are still a mere ninth-rank martial student?"

Xue Xuan listened, and gave a wry smile, "You said it easily, do you think it is so easy to be a martial artist? Wusheng is the foundation-building stage of a warrior. At this stage, you must try your best to broaden your meridians and strengthen your dantian. Therefore, Wusheng Realm doesn’t mean that the faster you advance, the better, you have to lay a good foundation, the better the foundation, the farther and smoother the road ahead will be in the future.”

The Huaxia family has many powerful forces, and there are countless young talents. With its strong financial and material resources, it is not difficult to pile up a few master martial artists, but the reason why there are very few young masters who have reached the realm of martial arts is very simple. One is because it is difficult to break through the realm of a martial artist, and the other is because martial arts students are at the foundation building stage, and one should not rush for quick success.

Only when the foundation is well laid can the house be stable and tall.

After hearing Xue Xuan's words, Su Hang didn't say much, just smiled, propped his forehead with one hand, and dozed off beside him, at least, in Xue Xuan's eyes, this guy was dozing off.

In such a tense moment, you still have the mind to sleep, this is how wide your heart must be.

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Shuangjianmen lost the battle and crippled a disciple. In the end, they had to obediently give away one of the sect's secret codes, the "Left-handed Sword Code", in front of everyone.

I am willing to bet and admit defeat. Since I participated in the competition and lost, I naturally have to fulfill my promise. What if I am angry? Still have to endure.

A sword code was successfully obtained, and Uncle Feng Zhong had a satisfied smile on his face. However, the game had to continue, drumming and passing swords began again, and everyone's hearts followed the sound of Uncle Feng Zhong tapping the table with his fingers. I became anxious.

The long sword flew wildly!

The comedy scene was staged again, a master of Wu Zong played with many celebrities in Sichuan, it was really embarrassing.

Strength is everything, and the one with the biggest fist is the master. Anywhere, the strong are respected, especially in the martial arts world.

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For more than three hours, this exciting game lasted until two o'clock in the afternoon. All the bosses were like eggplants beaten by frost, with their heads buried and wry smiles.

During the three-hour game, all the powers in Central Sichuan sent their disciples to fight at least once. Even Emei lost half of the Ape Lord Sword Art, and the fat monk at King Kong Temple lost a full three of the best sword arts. .

This elder who passed on the skills of the King Kong Temple really passed on the skills. He only has one copy of the Arhat swordsmanship, and the remaining two parts have to be handwritten to Uncle Feng Zhong after a while.

Huitong really regretted it, he really shouldn't have come to Sichuan, and he shouldn't have only brought a few young monks with him when he came. If he could bring two elite disciples, he wouldn't have lost so badly.

The others, like Huitong, were quite regretful. For a cup of tea, they ruined their own cultivation skills. This deal was a huge loss, a huge loss.