The heavens begin with Hongquan

Chapter 205 Peng Ganwu Injured

Miyamoto looked resolute and calm in the morning.

Hearing Liu Sheng Wuji's words, he silently walked into the arena.

He had not just one knife on his body, but two knives, one long and the other short.

What he practiced was [Two Heavens First Class], which is the two-sword style.

In the morning, Miyamoto put the Taidao and ribs in his waist, one on the left and one on the right, instead of slung in the same direction on the left side of his waist like most swordsmen.

Although Tianfeng 27 and Nanako Mikami, whose strength is similar to his own, have already lost, it stands to reason that Miyamoto's mood has fluctuated in the morning.

But at the end, Liu Sheng Wuji's voice reached his ears.

"Don't forget the battle purpose of [Tiantian First Class]."

This sentence made Miyamoto's heart calm again in the early morning.

He said silently in his heart: "When you are quiet, your mind is not calm; when you are anxious, your mind is not in a hurry..."

He remembered that when he first learned swordsmanship, he was taught it.

When a swordsman is facing the enemy, the mentality is very important. Only by maintaining a peaceful, natural, open and straightforward mentality, can the swordsman be able to respond to all changes without change, and finally win.

Miyamoto's pupils changed slightly in the morning, and his vision was as large and wide as possible. This is "eye skill".

In the morning, Miyamoto's right thumb and index finger holding the Taidao were kept relaxed, the middle finger was neither tight nor loose, while the ring finger and little finger held the handle tightly.

This is his favorite grip.

Step forward into a mid-stance stance.

Whoosh!
Suddenly, his stature was inferior and he rushed forward.

Leaping into the air, Miyamoto slashed down without thinking.

"No thoughts want to chop!"

It's a very common upper and lower chop, but Miyamoto's morning knife is perfect in terms of speed, angle, and strength.

Peng Ganwu calmed down, "Flying Cloud Steps" flashed, and he exited the attack range.

"So fast!"

"Why is there an afterimage!??"

This is what those foreign reporters are exclaiming.

At the same time, Peng Ganwu exerted force on his waist, and the knife went with him, slashing towards Miyamoto morning.

"Keng!"

The sound of sword strikes.

The knives of the two are stuck together, wrestling with each other, and the knives of both sides are tightly entangled.

In the morning, Miyamoto found that he could not shake off Peng Ganwu's knife with "Thunder and Fire Slash".

But at this time the advantages of the two-knife flow are highlighted.

Miyamoto quickly pulled out the small rib with his left hand in the morning, and was about to stab Peng Ganwu.

But close-range punches are Peng Ganwu's forte.

He quickly reached out with one hand, put it on the opponent's wrist, and then rolled the "cloud hand", and pushed the small rib cage into Miyamoto Zaozao's abdomen.

Then, with a little step, the figure drifted back a few meters, and stood quietly.

"What a move!" Hong Kang couldn't help but praise.

quiet!
silence!

Miyamoto looked at the small rib that was inserted into his abdomen in the morning, his eyes were lost for a while, and he even forgot the pain.

two strokes?Or three tricks? ?

I lost just like that? ? !
Could it be that I am not as good as Mikami Nanako and the others? !
"Miyamoto-kun!"

Okita Makoto rushed up and supported Miyamoto morning.

Looking at the wound, Okita Makoto knew that the knife had penetrated the kidney.

He stared at Peng Ganwu fiercely: "You..."

"What's the matter with me?" Peng Ganwu looked innocent, "Isn't it normal to suffer casualties in a martial arts competition? What's more, he was only seriously injured, and he didn't die."

Yagyu Wuji's voice came from above: "Okita-kun, come back!"

"But……"

"I said—come back."

Hearing Yagyu Wuji's tone seemed not quite right, Okita Makoto didn't dare to speak anymore.

Liu Sheng Wuji looked at Sasaki Yoshi, and asked: "Sasaki-kun, did you see clearly just now?"

Sasaki Koyo nodded: "Miyamoto-kun made a mistake in that he shouldn't use his own weaknesses to attack the enemy's strengths. This Peng Ganwu is very obvious, the most powerful thing is boxing."

Liu Sheng Wuji said: "Then, if it's you Sasaki-kun, you should be able to save face for our Dongying swordsmen!"

"After all, what you learned is [Tianzhen Chuanxiangtori Shinto Style] handed down from the ancestor of Dongying swordsmanship!!"

Sasaki Kyoshi just smiled lightly: "Well, who knows?!"

"Try it and you'll know." Liu Sheng Wuji said.

"That's right!"

Sasaki Kyoyo stood up and moved his shoulders.

As soon as he stepped on the sword step, he jumped seven meters and came to Peng Ganwu.

So fast!

And those foreign reporters exclaimed "oh my god" or something.

"Why? Did you see it? That Japanese swordsman can jump so far in one step?!! It's incredible..."

Sasaki Yushi looked at Peng Ganwu: "Do you need to take a break? So that you won't be reconciled to losing later."

"You know, if my knife is confiscated, you will die!"

Peng Ganwu said with a disdainful smile: "Hmph! You are not ashamed to say anything!"

He took two steps forward, then his figure suddenly accelerated, and he swayed five meters in an instant.

The knife in his hand slashed obliquely.

"Keng!"

The sound of gold and stone resounded.

Sasaki Kyoyo held back easily.

With just one move, Peng Ganwu understood the strength of the person in front of him.It's not like those two people just now are comparable.

Next, the sound of "clang clang" continued.

The two fought fast, but saw the light of the knife but no one.

"The Sword of Kusanagi, the Sword of Sasuke, the Sword of Sasuke, the Right Sword, the Bafang Sword..."

All kinds of swordsmanship that belonged to the "Innocently Passed on Xiangtori Shinto Style" were entrusted one by one by Sasaki Yushi.

There is no repetition of the sword-style sword moves, but they are extremely smooth.

"...The sword of Yunqie, the sword of Banyue, the sword of Wuyi, the sword of Wudu, the sword of clear eyes..."

Peng Ganwu flicked left and right, went up and down to intercept, blocked and knocked hard, slashed and hacked fiercely.

Sometimes the knife is like a fierce tiger, and the tiger is like a wind; sometimes it is like a fish swimming, slippery and not slippery.

His eyes are quick and sharp, and he suppresses the enemy with his spirit. When he sees the sword, the sword and the spirit are one.

"Crack!"

There was a sudden noise.

The knife in Peng Ganwu's hand suddenly broke.

Peng Ganwu was taken aback for a moment, but Sasaki was not taken aback.

"Piannami's sword."

The glamorous knife light is like autumn water shining with the waves.

Peng Ganwu's hairs stood on end.

Obviously the opponent's knife was more than one meter away from him, but he felt a chill.

He stepped on his foot immediately, and his figure quickly retreated three meters.

Because Peng Ganwu believes in his spiritual perception.

"Stab!"

I saw a deep mark instantly appeared on the ground where he was standing just now.

The shape is narrow and long, and it is the sword spirit!
The word just flashed across Peng Ganwu's mind, and the sense of crisis came again.

He didn't dare to greet him, and hurriedly used his body skills to dodge.

Although he practiced the "Golden Bell Cover", he intuitively felt that his body could not stop the sword energy that could cut gold and jade.

For a moment, Sasaki Kyoshi brandished the Taidao, releasing invisible saber energy.

"Stab la la..."

The air is constantly being cut, making the sound of cracking silk.

The saber energy raged on the stage, leaving a series of criss-cross gullies.

This kind of power made some people's eyelids twitch.

"Good! As expected of Sasaki-kun!!"

This is the praise of the people in Japan.

And those who watched were retreating again and again.

The most surprising thing is those foreigners who don't know kung fu.

"What is this?! Are they superhuman??"

"Their speed is too fast, I can't even take pictures of them!!"

"Is this the mysterious oriental witchcraft??"

"so amazing……"

"This kind of power should not be controlled by individuals. We want democracy, we should announce it, and let people all over the world learn..."

What other people think, Peng Ganwu can't care about it now.

He realized that he had really underestimated this Dongying swordsman.

Without noticing for a while, he was forced to this extent? !
If I were to use "Nine Dragons", I would blow this guy away in no time.

Peng Ganwu flashed his body, and thought in his heart: But now, this Dongying swordsman is chasing so closely, there is no chance to use it.

"Pfft!"

Stay long and lose.

Accidentally, Peng Ganwu was wiped by a saber air.

Blood flowed from the abdomen immediately.

If it wasn't for his quick flash and the "Golden Bell Cover" protection, he would have cut himself open with this knife! !
"father!!"

When Peng Qizi saw that Peng Ganwu was injured, he couldn't help shouting anxiously.

He anxiously grabbed Hong Kang and begged: "Little uncle, I beg you, please save my father!!"

Seeing the red eyes of Peng Qizi, Hong Kang said in silence for a while: "Don't worry! With me here, I won't watch my brother die, especially not at the hands of Dongying people."

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(End of this chapter)