The violent sword fairy pushing the world

Chapter 54 The Sword of Benevolence
Shen Lang is very clear about his own position. He is an honest person who loves peace and yearns for the prosperous age of martial arts. He never takes the initiative to cause trouble. After all, the values ​​​​of warriors in this world are somewhat distorted. The powerful boss bears the grudge.

Whether it was sending killers to shoot his family members or sneak attacking him, this was something Shen Lang didn't want to see.

But he is not afraid of things.

Right now, this Mo Zhu misunderstood his younger brother, and used his status to bully one of his students.

No matter how good-tempered he is, he has to resist in order to maintain his dignity.

Coming to the training ground separated by floor-to-ceiling glass, Shen Lang took the ordinary steel sword handed over by Wang Xuan, and politely made a gesture of invitation.

Bullying the weak is not his style.

However, in Mo Zhu's eyes, this turned into a provocation.

Because the one who invites is the one who guides.

This young man really thinks that this is a battle of ideas?
Mo Zhu's face was gloomy. He was an imposing third-rank swordsman, but he was underestimated.

Shen Lang stood with his sword in his hand, with the same demeanor, and said in a low voice:
"My kendo talent is mediocre, and I still know how to stab a sword. Although it is only a very basic thing, it is enough to prove my philosophy."

"Hehe, I'm overthinking myself."

Mo Zhu almost laughed angrily. He didn't know if this young man was strong or not, but he could pretend. He had to humiliate this kid severely, so he gritted his teeth and drank:
"I originally planned to give me the first chance, but now, let me lose directly!"

As soon as Mo Zhu finished speaking, his figure suddenly shook, and as he stepped out with his right foot, the powerful Qi and blood had already blessed his long sword like internal strength, and the cold light in his hand exploded.

A sword stabs out!
"Hey!"

The air rips.

The sword light exploded and stabbed at Shen Lang like an arrow.

Where the long sword pierced, the sound of the sword lingered, and the light of the sword was compelling. Judging from this hand, Mo Zhu really had real kung fu, and he had immersed himself in the way of swordsmanship for a long time.

Ordinary people would be frightened out of their wits just by facing this fierce sword light.

However, before Mo Zhu's sword stabbed Shen Lang, Shen Lang had already moved.

No half back.

Just like this, facing the heavy cold light carried by the Changming Black Bamboo Thorn Sword, he stepped forward with one step.

Zheng!
In the next moment, a large mass of air exploded directly on the spot, and in the blast of the air, it carried a thunder-like shrill and cold glow, attacking like a fully drawn bow.

His speed is faster than Mo Zhu.

The sword naturally stabs the opponent one step faster than Mo Zhu.

Fast, faster than you can imagine.

The sword light pierced out of Shen Lang's hand was like a cold light, it appeared in Mo Zhu's field of vision in an instant, and it was enlarged continuously in his pupils.

If this sword is solid, Mo Zhu will either die or be disabled.

Bang!
The long sword pierced by Mo Zhu hadn't erupted yet, Shen Lang's sword glow turned into the back of the sword, and hit him heavily on the left shoulder. In an instant, the force erupted, shattering his shoulder bone. The strength is to blast Mo Zhu's body with an astonishing inertial impact.

It made him fly upside down, flying more than ten meters faster than when he came, and smashed heavily on the floor-to-ceiling glass that separated the training ground. land.

This sword fully demonstrated the title of master of swordsmanship, but this master of swordsmanship was not Mo Zhu, but the little-known Shen Lang.

"you……"

Mo Zhu's eyes widened, and he stared at Shen Lang in disbelief. Just now, he didn't see clearly the trajectory of Shen Lang's stabbing sword. If it was a real fight with a sword, wouldn't he have died just now?
It was difficult for him to accept this fact, and he was about to say something, but the pain of the broken shoulder bone affected his own injury, and he spurted out a mouthful of reverse blood.

A foul-smelling red liquid that stained glass shards red.

Shen Lang strode towards him. He was a good man and a good citizen. Naturally, it was impossible for him to choose to kill him because of this unpleasantness.

But it is also impossible to pass lightly.

Confucius once said: "If a gentleman is not serious, he is not powerful."

It means that a gentleman must hit someone hard, otherwise he will not be able to establish his prestige.

Shen Lang naturally implemented this thought very quickly.

Not only did he not kill people, but he also established his own prestige.

In the club at this time, there was no sound.

Everyone stared blankly at Shen Lang. The incident with Master Ma had already been proven to be a joint act. Naturally, Shen Lang's strength had no criteria for evaluation. However, this time, Shen Lang almost killed the third grade with his crushing advantage. The black bamboo of the realm.

Doesn't this mean that Shen Lang's strength is already enough to be on the third-rank list?
How old is he?

Are you the same age as them?

However, a small number of them are first-class, and most of them don't even have first-class products.

If there are those who are stunned, there will naturally be those who are quick-witted.

They secretly took out their mobile phones and took pictures of the scene in front of them.

In a small martial arts gym in Yangcheng, Mo Zhu, respected as a master of swordsmanship, lost to the little-known Shen Lang.

At the bottom of the third-rank list, a substitution is about to take place.

Changed to a younger third-rank warrior.

This is definitely the most exciting news of the year.

However, Shen Lang at this time was still immersed in the seriousness of the disciples.

"See it clearly? This is the new lesson I'm teaching you. As long as you are stronger than your opponent, faster than your opponent, and more sensitive than your opponent, no matter how peerless your skills are, your swordsmanship is just a paper tiger."

Shen Lang retracted his sword, and the boiling energy and blood all over his body gradually disappeared as he retracted the sword, and the charm of a master of swordsmanship emerged spontaneously.

Wang Xuan and Bai Xiaoqi looked at Mo Zhu, who was seriously injured and vomited blood, and needed help from others to leave in desperation, they swallowed hard, but their eyes were full of strange fiery.

This is the golden thigh.

Maintaining this master-student relationship and practicing martial arts well, are you afraid that you won't be able to walk sideways in the three-acre area of ​​Yangcheng?
Mo Zhu left in disgrace, and the club returned to its previous tranquility.

But Shen Lang was thinking about another question.

Wang Xuan's vision of seeing people is too bad.

Previously a master horse, a liar.

The current kendo master, Mo Zhu, only teaches half-baked people, and his character is questionable.

Otherwise, he should teach himself?

Shen Lang thought about it for a while. He didn't teach it before because he had someone more professional to guide him. There is no need to mislead his disciples with his half-baked skills.

But now it seems that even the so-called kendo masters are so talented, it's hard for Shen Lang not to doubt the professionalism of other instructors.

He only teaches one-handed stabbing, so it shouldn't be a problem to think about how to condense his strength.

However, in this case, the tuition fee will increase.

Shen Lang told Wang Xuan and the others about his thoughts, and they directly got their approval.

And raised the [-] lessons to [-] lessons.

It's nice to have money.

……

"Master, I think you don't have a sword in hand, right? How can a master of swordsmanship not have his own sword?"

After the practice time was over, it was almost evening, and Wang Xuan raised his own question.

"That's right, master, even a weak chicken like Mo Zhu is known as a master of swordsmanship, master, you are much stronger than him, how can you not have a sword in hand."

"That's right."

Bai Xiaoqi and the others echoed.

"Master, we know that there is a place that specializes in selling swords, why don't you pick one?"

Listening to Wang Xuan and the others arguing, Shen Lang secretly thought, after he got the Fury Blood Knife Fighting Technique, he really needed a handy weapon.

As for whether it was a knife or not, Shen Lang didn't care about that.

Because it is clearly stated in the tactics, the reason why it is called Fury Blood Knife is only because the founder of the tactics uses knives. Luck skills.

As long as you are proficient, no matter if you use a gun, a knife, a sword, or a stick, you can use the furious knife.

"Go and see."

……

Nanjia District, Yangcheng.

An unremarkable attic.

No Sword Pavilion.

This is a sword foundry specializing in forging weapons.

There are a wide variety of weapons hanging on the wall, including [-] kinds of martial arts utensils.

Shen Lang picked a three-foot green steel sword from among them, made of alloy material, it is said that even the hardest shield in the world can easily pierce through it.

Shen Lang doesn't know if it's true, but the price is really expensive.

A full 30 million.

Let Shen Lang call out for money.

However, when Shen Lang made the payment, Wang Xuan and others had already bought it first and gave it to him as an apprenticeship gift.

For this, Shen Lang accepted it frankly.

But he still made a request to Zhu Jiange, and that was to engrave characters on the body of the sword.

One side is "benevolence".

One side is "virtue".

This sword is called the Sword of Benevolence.

It means that Shen Lang should convince others with virtue and benevolence-based.

(End of this chapter)