Da Xia Ming Fei Zhen 13

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"You still know that you are in the wrong."

Standing upright with a sword, this young man has a long body, broad shoulders and a thick back, and even his waist looks narrower. It is an excellent physique that can only be obtained by practicing martial arts for many years.

He spoke in an old-fashioned way, but he looked young, about eighteen or nineteen years old. Wearing a royal blue satin samurai uniform. Judging from the handicraftsmanship, this samurai uniform can last an ordinary household for several months, which shows that the family is wealthy.

The young man's appearance could not be said to be good-looking, but he had thick eyebrows, big eyes, and sharp edges. Especially when he glares at people, he clenches his teeth and expresses straight lines, which makes people feel that he is a straightforward person who speaks his mind and cannot hide the slightest filth in his heart.

In Ming Feizhen's mind, or in the sect he came from, he was simply a fool.

"Brothers, don't worry. If I take action, this thief will not be able to live in peace." The cultists all over the place cupped their hands. He was definitely a well-mannered and well-educated young master.

"This passing messenger of justice, where did you come from?

The young man snorted coldly and shouted.

"I was having a good meal in a restaurant, and then I watched you throw people down from upstairs. And I watched you throw people up from the ground. What? You are a slingshot, and you learn martial arts just to shoot people?"

Faced with such self-righteous ridicule, Ming Feizhen felt quite emotional: So when he took it upon himself to seek justice, he looked so stupid?

"You still dare to pretend to be stupid, you thief. You have to surrender within three seconds and spare your life. Otherwise, hum." He raised the sword in his hand.

"Three, =.-."

Ming Feizhen looked at his empty hands and was silent for a while. Zuo Youxiaohuo

Then he looked up at the sword in the young man's hand, which he could tell was made by a famous master, was expensive, and had a hint of youthfulness.

"Why don't you give me your big sword and I will disarm it. Otherwise it will look like you are too stupid. It's not good.

Canglanglang's sword was unsheathed, and frost and cold hit his face. Although this sword is good, it is not destined to be among the divine weapons. It's just that the young man's technique of wielding the sword is strange, and he uses his internal strength to bring out the cold and cold edge of the sword to the fullest extent. Before taking action, it is already shocking.

This technique is called ‘cold sheath’. It is not common in today's martial arts. It is only occasionally seen in the martial arts. Jiangnan, the most inherited sword-wielding sect, is the two sects of Lushan and Luo Jian. Among the three major sects, only Wudang has this technique.

It's just that each sect's cold sheath techniques are different, and it's impossible to generalize which ones are stronger and which ones are weaker. This young man's cold sheath technique is extremely proficient. It can be seen that he has practiced it since he was a child and did not become a monk halfway. Therefore, there should be no doubt that he has a great background as a teacher.

The above is the opinion of the scholar in white robe.

Soon after, Ming Feizhen stretched out his hand and snatched the sword. The young man passed by without stopping him.

The target in the young man's eyes suddenly disappeared. He maintained a straight stabbing posture and rushed forward for seven steps before he realized that his hand seemed empty. Not only was it not lethal, but it even felt a little lonely.

"Qingshuang.,

Ming Feizhen pointed the sword towards the sun and read the inscription on the sword.

"It's a precious sword, worth hundreds of taels of silver."

As a swordsman, how can he fall into the enemy's hands if he wears a sword like half of his body. The young man was so angry that he waved his palms in an extremely exquisite manner and stamped on Ming Feizhen's body.

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"Traitor, return my Qingshuang Sword!"

But Ming Feizhen didn't even look at it, and flicked the sword in his hand.

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"Brother, I'm disarmed.

The sword flew back like a thunder flash. Not only was it so fast that it couldn't even see its trajectory, it even crashed into the scabbard on the young man's waist, causing him to fall to the sky. The young man almost thought that half of his body would be crushed. Its strength is staggering.

The young man endured the soreness and numbness of his body and his blood was weak, and he reluctantly stood up.

"W-what kind of magic are you doing?"

Ming Feizhen shrugged and before he spoke, he heard someone in the restaurant say something.

"If you are inferior to others, you accuse advanced martial arts of being a demon. This is the tone of a little person and cannon fodder. My young master, don't let me down.

The voice was soft and mellow, indifferent. It's like fine wine that has been brewed for decades, making people want to get drunk. But every word came into my ears very clearly.

Ming Fei Zhen said slightly moved: "Good internal strength.

This man was in the inn, using magical martial arts like Thousand Miles of Voice Transmission. However, when he spoke, he was calm and calm, and he did not feel that he was forced to use his energy at all. It is not easy to cultivate his internal strength.

"You said this is martial arts?'

The young man holding the sword seemed to know the voice, and he didn't see it, but he picked up the conversation on his own.

Sure enough the voice answered.

"Can't you see that this young man has a lot of internal strength? When he threw the young man in white, he used full strength, but when he caught him, he turned his strength into softness. When he took your sword, he used it with all his strength. Soft and strong, the sword returned to you is strong.

It can be seen that this young man has the effect of having both strength and softness within his body after being taught by a stranger. Although your internal strength is good, compared with the experts in martial arts, you are still more than ten years behind.

"Then what should I do?

The voice said: "Have you paid back all the swordsmanship you have practiced for fifteen years? If your internal strength is not as good as others, can't you win with swordsmanship? Your Thirteen Swordsmanship of Haitide Huitian, there is no need to wait for anything more at this time. When?" After saying that, he began to explain the use of sword moves.

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He is actually an on-site guide?

Ming Feizhen seemed to be tired of listening, so he casually asked the restaurant waiter to bring him a bench, a parasol, and a large watermelon weighing 25 kilograms.

Now he is the evil star that everyone wants to avoid, and others will avoid him when they see him. It's a pity that the second brother works in a restaurant and has an old mother in charge and younger brothers and sisters to support, so he has to do as he pleases: =

Ming Feizhen sat on the bench shaking his legs and chewing melon, feeling very comfortable and carefree.

But he heard a loud shout.

"Thief, look at my sword!"

-The sword was sharpened at an angle, and it looked much better than before.

Ming Feizhen held up the melon and blocked it, but a sharp sword cut out a piece. He lowered his head and gnawed on it, praising the sweetness and freshness of the melon.

The young man was so angry that he struck three swords in a row, - the sword followed the sword, almost at the same time. Who knew that Mingfei didn't really raise his head, and threw a piece of melon peel on the young man's face. Hearing a 'pop' sound, the man squatted on the ground with his face covered.

....I used the Tide Return to Heaven Sword, but it was useless.

The voice sighed.

"To use a sword, you must master it. The essence of sword-winding in this way is to use continuous momentum. The key is all in the four words stick, stick, entangle, and lead. It is a taboo to do it slowly, but it is taboo to do it quickly. But it’s not right either. Gong Xiao I plays

How can you get the true meaning if you are restless and impatient? Why don't you try a slow three-pointer and see if he can get out?"

The young man wiped his face and drew his sword again.

This time, his sword skills were indeed proficient, his rules were strict, and his sword power was like a tidal wave.

And Ming Feizhen picked up the melon rind on the ground and slapped him on the face, twice, and three times, and the young man couldn't avoid it.

●He took it out.

"Although your swordsmanship is mainly about entangling and sticking, don't you have no way to attack? If two people fight for victory, how can they just defend and get beaten? As long as you use attack to block the enemy, will the enemy's martial arts be superior? He - has empty hands, isn't he afraid of the edge of the sword in your hand?"

Sure enough, after hearing these words, the young man's swordsmanship became more stable and more ruthless with a three-point attack.

It was already very tight, but now it became even more threatening. There was a faint green light on the sword, as if it could cut off a piece of flesh from Ming Feizhen's body at any time.

Ming Feizhen also stretched out his hand, flicked it lightly, and the young man's sword flew into the sky.

Young man: "Then...he's not afraid.

There was another piece of melon skin, and the boy lay on the ground.

Ming Feizhen ate a whole watermelon, took out a silver ingot from the boy's body, and threw it to the waiter.

There was a militant look in his eyes.

“Hey, come out and fight.

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I have been busy again recently, and I have a college entrance exam today. There are activities at school tomorrow, so I may not be able to update. I hope you can understand.

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