Smelting and Exploding the Heavens

Chapter 47 Challenge
The generals on both sides laughed at the same time, "If you are invited here today, is there a third way for you to choose?"

"some."

Ciyin nodded like a chicken pecking rice, his slack and aging body suddenly moved, an afterimage flashed across, and instantly came to the general who had just spoken, and before he could react, he grabbed his throat .

The general struggled frantically, but he had no power to resist under his skinny arm.

Others drew their swords and approached, and the heavily armored guards in the hall even held halberds and gathered.

Fan Zhuoyuan shouted: "Let go! You don't think you can blackmail this general by holding one person hostage?"

Ci Yin laughed and said: "Of course, the general is iron-blooded, and the world knows it, so naturally he doesn't care about the life of an ordinary subordinate.

There are many soldiers here, no matter how good the poor monk's martial arts are, he will definitely not be able to escape, but before he dies, it is no problem to kill a few more generals from the upper kingdom with this old body. "

Fan Zhuoyuan's expression darkened, "You only have a chance to kill one person at most."

Ciyin sized Fan Zhuoyuan up, "The General of Shangguo's energy and blood are different from ordinary people, so he must be a generation with outstanding martial arts.

The poor monk doesn't want to kill anyone today, he just wants to compete with the general in an open and honest manner. If he dies under the general's command, he will have the right to die for the country. I wonder if the general is willing to do it?

In other words, the general doesn't care about this subordinate's life at all? "

Fan Zhuoyuan stepped down proudly, "The rest of you back off, since you want to fight, I will help you!"

Although the soldiers were suspicious, they still obeyed the order and dispersed to their respective posts. Even other meritorious generals also returned to their seats.

Although it seemed absurd for the general to agree to the monk's request, everyone present knew the general's strength, so they believed that the monk was just asking for his own death.

Ciyin sent away the general who was almost breathless in his hands, walked calmly to the center of the hall, and stood opposite Fan Zhuoyuan.

"General, although the poor monk is a monk, but today he wants to die as a swordsman, please ask the general to give him a sword."

Fan Zhuoyuan beckoned, and someone from the palace sent a Taidao.

Ciyin calmed down, and slowly pulled out the knife from the sheath, the cold light reflected on his aging face.

He said slowly: "Be sure to watch it!"

To be called the number one swordsman in Japan, even if he is old and frail, Fan Zhuoyuan will never take it lightly.

But he didn't know that Ciyin's words were not meant for himself, but for Jin Jingjing who was hiding there!
After Ciyin killed Hojo Changxiu that day, he originally wanted to lure Kagai Ren to follow, and then let him see the scene where he challenged Fan Zhuoyuan and died.

It's a pity that there were so many armored soldiers gathered under Fan Zhuoyuan at that time, even with Ciyin's strength, he was absolutely unable to break through.

Therefore, the idea of ​​challenging Fan Zhuoyuan and dying under Fan Zhuoyuan's hands, thus cutting off Jing Jingren's last concern, failed to materialize.

Afterwards, Ciyin could only meet Jin Jingjing, and just happened to hear that Fan Zhuoyuan had invited celebrities from Kyoto to the imperial city.

So he decided to come here with Jing Jingren, and challenge Fan Zhuoyuan himself first, to test out Fan Zhuoyuan's full strength.

Then he asked Jing Jingren to peep secretly, and after finding the flaw, he would look for an opportunity to kill him with Wu Nian in the future.

At that time, Jin Jingjing had absolutely no worries around him, and he could truly achieve the state of no thoughts.

Nian Ami Ciyin is such a lunatic, in order to find the person who inherits his magic sword, he will not hesitate to destroy everything he cherishes, even including himself.

At this time, Jin Jingjing lowered his head and hid among the crowd, looking at everything in the center of the hall, his body trembled slightly.

"Chu Ji was taken into captivity, and I'm afraid she was abused and died. Senior brother died at the hands of a mysterious swordsman. Now even master is going to leave me?"

Nian Ami Ciyin was different from other warriors, walking towards Fan Zhuoyuan with a knife in one hand.

With every step, he landed on the soles of his feet, like a civet cat, approaching at a seemingly slow but fast speed.

Fan Zhuoyuan twisted his neck, took half a step back with his left foot, and stepped forward in a sideways fighting posture!

At the same time, Ciyin leaned forward, and there was the sound of her clothes tearing through the air, and the two of them approached suddenly at a speed that almost pulled out an afterimage.

The one-knife style pays attention to the fact that the first knife is also the last knife, and it is sure to kill when you make a move.

Therefore, as a swordsman, Ciyin concentrated his killing intent, and his withered arm muscles suddenly swelled under the internal force, making him appear thick and powerful.

With a flick of his wrist, using his forward posture, the blade turned over a silver light of the full moon and slashed forward!

In the eyes of everyone watching the battle, the brilliance of the saber light still remained, like a full moon flashing, gorgeous and sad!

The full moon, which gathered the momentum to kill, sliced ​​through Fan Zhuoyuan's body and penetrated in. The sword energy burst out, and a five-foot-long sword mark was cracked on the wooden floor!

This kind of power caused the martial arts practitioners who knew the way of swordsmanship and internal skills to stare blankly, clenched their fists involuntarily, and tensed their muscles.

This sword, physical skill and posture coexist, even the first cut can kill most of the samurai in Japan on the spot!

Even in the Central Plains, it is an extremely high-quality and brilliant sword technique.

However, the afterimage dissipated, and this sword cut nothing? !

Fan Zhuoyuan's body has staggered away from the blade with clever sliding steps, and flashed like a gust of wind to the side of Ciyin who couldn't turn back.

Except for a few people, no one would have imagined that such a brutish and huge body would possess extraordinary agility.

Jin Jingjing even narrowed his eyes slightly, he could vaguely see Fan Zhuoyuan's agility, which was even better than the last fight!
Huge body, agile steps brought up a gust of wind, blowing Ciyin's cassock into the air, and what followed his cassock into the air was a heavy leg that swept across, using [-]% of Fan Zhuoyuan's strength after releasing the limit!
The legs are coming down the waist, like a big halberd and a heavy axe, fierce and sharp!However, there was no sound of piercing through the air, because it was so fast that even the wind couldn't catch up.

Such a blow, let alone flesh and blood, can destroy even rock and steel!
Seeing that the thin Ciyin was about to be kicked into a rag doll by this kick, but what no one could see was that after the silver moon was cut into the sky, the shriveled leg muscles under his clothes twitched violently like a taut spring!
Just taking advantage of the momentum, he jumped up and stepped on Fan Zhuoyuan's sweeping heavy legs, like a macaque, stooping along Fan Zhuoyuan's legs and stepping into his chest with a dagger in his hand!

Ciyin's short and thin body rushed towards Fan Zhuoyuan's thigh as a bridge.

When Fan Zhuoyuan retracted his leg, it was when the opponent swung his knife.

At this time, Fan Zhuoyuan couldn't do anything except parry.

And if you don't retract your legs, you won't even be able to maintain your own balance. The most important thing in outer kung fu is body balance, and it is difficult to exert a striking effect in an unbalanced state, so it is even more difficult to deal with Ciyin's offensive.

Fan Zhuoyuan didn't expect that this old guy had such rich experience in actual combat, and he was always calculating every step of the way. If it wasn't for this, it would be absolutely impossible to avoid the kick just now by adapting to the situation.

While Ciyin grinned grimly, the saber was raised.

Following his knife, a group of Japanese onlookers stretched their necks, their clenched fists were soaked with sweat, and their eyes were filled with eager hope.

Looking forward to beheading the head of this damned Yuan army with this knife!
What Japanese national mourning, today should be your mourning day!

(End of this chapter)