The God of Martial Arts

Chapter 844 The knife was broken, but he won
Xiang Yang and Jian Chi are about seven feet away. They hold wooden swords and confront each other silently. Their eyes and soul are like machines that never stop for a moment. They carefully observe the flaws in each other's body. It is a great test.

One breath, two breaths, quarter of an hour, two quarters of an hour, one hour, two hours...

Shining from the sun, the golden light spread all over the earth, until the sunset on the western mountain, the sky was dark, and then the moon rabbit rose, the disk was bright and clean, the two of them were like two stubborn stones without any life fluctuations, they remained motionless.

And with the passage of time, there were more traces of strangers on the edge of the waterfall, about a dozen, all of whom were highly accomplished and innate swordsmen, that is to say, apart from Jian Chi, the highest status in the Sword Palace Great Swordsman.

"I thought the rumors were not true. How could a young man in his twenties achieve such accomplishments? Now it seems that I am waiting to sit on the sidelines and underestimate the heroes of the world."

The swordsman who made the sound had thick eyebrows and big eyes, with a simple and honest appearance, and a huge sword behind his back was broad and thick, and it seemed that he was walking in a powerful and heavy way.

Baye is well-known in Kangzhou, and he is a first-class master, second only to the strong man of heaven and man. How could he be killed by a young man in his twenties?Who can believe this?

Now, with the facts in front of his eyes, he had no choice but to believe them.

In his eyes, Xiang Yang and Jian Chi have completely turned into a knife, a sword, entangled, collided, collided with each other, spying on each other's possible flaws in the air.

This is the most superior mind-to-heart combat in the way of martial arts. Although the sword energy and sword moves cannot be seen, it is extremely dangerous, especially better than seeing blood.

"That's right, the palace lord and this Xiang Yang have been confronting each other for five full hours, and they are in a completely natural state without any flaws.

Continuing to consume, in fact, the test is not only strength, but also personal psychological quality. In this regard, I believe that the Palace Master has an absolute advantage. "

Another tall female swordsman holding a long sword has a dignified expression. In her impression, it seems that except for the master of the sword palace, Dao Chi, there is no other master who can fight with his own master to such a level. A touch of respect.

It's not just her, the masters present are all masters of swordsmanship, at least they have cultivated innately, and the one who can make them worship like gods is only the master of Ru Jian Chi.

In the middle of the moon, the pale silver light fell like a light tulle, reflecting on the sweaty faces of Xiang Yang and Jian Chi.

Suddenly, Xiang Yang took the lead. In the battle of consciousness between the two sides, he fought countless moves with Jian Chi, but he still couldn't find the opponent's flaw in martial arts. , to change to win.

The wooden knife was drawn in the air and turned into an arc, which was like snow and frost under the moonlight. It was fast, steady, and ruthless. There was a whistling sound of wind as it was swung. It seemed that the next moment, the knife would disappear without a trace before it could slash on Jian Chi's body.

Weird, awkward, weird, in short, it was a knife that Xiang Yang should never have cut.

Xiang Yang has practiced too many sword techniques, all kinds, each with its own emphasis, it is really difficult to tell them clearly.

Different sword techniques have completely different interpretations and understandings of swords. For example, some sword techniques are simple and practical, such as the ten styles of bloody battles, which pursue killing.

Some saber techniques have changed from the ordinary, taking the light and agile route, and pursuing the way of quick death, such as the violent wind saber technique.

The Seven Great Limits is the first sword technique learned by Xiang Yang. It was inspired by the natural birth and death of the universe, and its power is earth-shattering.

So Xiang Yang often thinks, what kind of knife is pure, clean, and free of magazines?
Any kind of sword has formed an indelible connection, or fetter, with the founder from the moment it was created, so any kind of sword technique that has appeared now is regarded as an indelible bond for today's people. Not real knives.

However, Xiang Yang's knife still has many shadows of the knife technique, so it cannot be regarded as a real knife.

However, this saber comes from the heart, to ask the saber with the saber, to ask the saber with the saber.

This knife doesn't even contain murderous intent, but torture. Asking Jian Chi is also asking himself, what is a knife?

"Hahaha, you are already the best swordsman in the world, and you actually ask me what is a sword? It really is different and extraordinary.

Okay, then you can hear clearly, in my heart, a knife is a sword, a person is also a sword, everything is just a sword, and the sword is ultimately for my use, so this knife, let me break it too. "

Jian Chi had already sensed Xiang Yang's movement at the moment, and when he was waiting for the battle, he suddenly saw such a slash from the other party, and he couldn't help laughing out loud despite his solemnity.

Others can't see the mystery and mystery of this knife, but he can see it clearly.

As he said, Xiang Yang came from the small Anyuan County, starting with an ordinary Yanling knife, until now, until he holds Quexie, he has grown into one of the best swordsmen in the world.

The suspicion in his heart does not mean that he is weak, on the contrary, it further proves that Xiang Yang's realm is so high that it is difficult for ordinary warriors to understand.

This is like learning. Ordinary warriors are still learning in elementary school, junior high school, high school, university, etc., but Xiang Yang has reached the realm of a scientist who explores the truth and seeks the truth, and lies in discovering the truth of the world. people despair.

Fortunately, there is no income under the project of Xiangyang, and he is still in the stage of confusion. Otherwise, Jian Chi could simply abandon the sword and surrender in the face of this knife, so as not to bring shame on himself.

And Jian Chi's performance in response to Xiang Yang's knife is also very brilliant. He handed out the wooden sword towards the oncoming strong wind of the knife, forming circles one after another, big and small, endless as far as the eye can see .

This sword, the sword is taken in the curve, not in the straight, it simply subverts the cognition of people in the way of swordsman.

However, no matter how outrageous it is, as long as it appears, it has the meaning of existence.

This is only the first time that the two of them have actually faced each other with wooden knives and wooden swords.

In the blink of an eye, the great sword masters in the Sword Palace who were watching from the side only felt a blur in front of their eyes, and then an incomparably brilliant light burst out, covering the moonlight and filling the waterfall cliff.

The wooden sword, the wooden knife randomly had the second and third collisions, making a low bang bang sound, every time it was swung and hit, there would be an explosion of colors that were more brilliant than the real collision of swords.

And the two people holding the sword have long been indistinguishable from the thing in their hands.

It wasn't until there was a cracking sound that the eyes of the great sword masters returned to normal.

What came into view was a scene that silenced everyone.

Xiang Yang's wooden knife had been broken, but half of the blade was on Jian Chi's neck. Even though it was broken, even if it was just a wooden knife, everyone had no doubt that Xiang Yang had the ability to kill Jian Chi.

Jian Chi's wooden sword was intact, but the point of the sword was still three inches away from Xiang Yang's throat. He could also use his sword energy to kill Xiang Yang, but he couldn't hide the fact that he lost in Xiang Yang's hands.

This is not a duel of life and death, but a contest of mutual achievement and mutual assistance.

(End of this chapter)