Smelting and Exploding the Heavens

Chapter 48 Destroyed
Fan Zhuoyuan's leg didn't put down until Ciyin entered the attack range, the knife swung up and fell down, and then his leg sank suddenly!

Ciyin's face suddenly became gloomy, and then, the blade slashed at the side of Fan Zhuoyuan's carotid artery, like cutting a withered vine, it was hard to penetrate with half the force.

But he seemed to have expected it, and with a gloomy and dignified expression, he quickly bounced away with his strength.

Those present who had just had expectations fell into great disappointment at the same time, sighing regretfully one after another, causing the Yuan army general sitting in the front row to turn back and glare coldly.

A master who is proficient in swordsmanship was very puzzled and asked loudly, "Master Ciyin! Why didn't you just break the mist with a single stroke of the sword? Isn't it a sure thing to win!"

They believed that even if Fan Zhuoyuan was covered with copper skin and iron bones, it would be impossible for an old swordsman like Ci Yin to block the full blow of the profound art.

Ciyin shook her head slightly, and looked at Fan Zhuoyuan in admiration, "General Fan is really old-fashioned, no matter what kind of martial arts, strength needs to come from the ground.

Just now, the poor monk was in mid-air, and the power to be borrowed came from the general's thigh. The moment you swung the knife and needed power, you retreated downward, like drawing out the fire from the bottom of the pot.

Completely cutting off the foundation of the poor monk's power, the profound meaning of the sword will become just an ordinary sword, but the general's practice is extraordinary. "

It was only then that everyone realized what a subtle change had taken place at that moment, and they were shocked by the delicacy displayed by this rough man, Fan Zhuoyuan.

Fan Zhuoyuan raised his arms and stepped on T-steps, posing a standard fighting style.

"The time has been delayed for too long, and the national funeral will continue. Please die for your country."

He stepped on the dexterous butterfly steps, left and right, and approached Ciyin's body rhythmically, fisting, elbowing and kneeling, showing all the attack methods he could apply!

Nimble and fierce, simple and fast, the offensive is like quicksilver and pervasive.

Under such a storm-like intensive offensive, he focused on accumulating all his strength and slashing his opponent with a single strike. It was very embarrassing to deal with it, because he didn't have the space and time to gather momentum, so he could only deal with everything passively.

Even though Ci Yin was once the number one swordsman in Japan, she has never seen such a domineering, fierce and persistent attack. It seems that the apprentice's description was not specific enough.

In his non-stop athletic combat, he never forgot to swing the blade, attacking the gaps in muscle texture, vital acupuncture points, joints and bone seams and other weak areas of the human body.

In one breath, in the high-frequency battle where the two sides changed five or six movements, his knife still maintained unimaginable precision and strength, but unfortunately the effect was not great.

This kind of battle is destined not to be able to deal with it for a long time by a veteran swordsman in his seventies and eighties.

Fan Zhuoyuan's extremely irritable series of combined punches suddenly hit Ciyin, who was too deformed to dodge, but there was no real feeling of hitting the flesh when he started.

Ciyin used the golden cicada's method of shedding her shell in embarrassment, shedding her coat and cassock in an instant, and was forced to roll out of Fan Zhuoyuan's attack range.

At this time, he was sweating profusely and panting like a cow, obviously exhausting his physical and internal energy.

Fan Zhuoyuan tore off the clothes and cassock in his hands, and walked towards the other party step by step with a heavy sense of oppression on his expressionless face.

Like a cold machine, there is no pity, no anger, no excitement, only murderous indifference.

Every step he took seemed to be stepping on the chests of everyone in the hall, heavy and suffocating, oppressive and full of despair.

A smile appeared on Ciyin's face, "See clearly, this is the last knife!"

Jin Jingjing who was off the court felt a pain in his heart and wanted to rush into the court.

Abbot Ruxin of Honganji Temple on the side pressed Kagai Ren's shoulder with his big skinny hand, and his internal force penetrated into the acupuncture point, making him unable to move.

Abbot Ruxin whispered: "See clearly, don't waste everything that Master Ciyin has tested with his life!"

Kagami Jin was already blurred with tears. He entered the hall without a saber. He clenched his fists, trembling all over his body, and stared fixedly at what happened in the center of the hall.

Ciyin finally changed the posture of holding the knife in both hands, and the light in his eyes changed, and his evil thoughts stood up, following the compassionate face of the Buddha, he turned into a Shura evil ghost!

The moment Fan Zhuoyuan entered the attack range, there seemed to be a purple light flashing through the knife!
Wu Nian - one blow!
The blade came screaming, like a ghost crying!
This concentrated energy and spirit, without any trace of chiseling, is unstoppable, hard to break, hard to beat!

It's just that this knife needs to be charged after all. When charging, Fan Zhuoyuan has already completed his own charging, so with the blade together, Fan Zhuoyuan has already rushed to a favorable position.

Actual combat is different from practice. Practice is about strength, skill and speed, while actual combat is about experience, distance control, angle of movement, and precision in fighting. .

Fan Zhuoyuan's thrust is to control the distance, and the compression of the distance forces the knife to change its angle. Once the angle changes, the original 100% power will inevitably be greatly reduced.

The blade slashed down, Fan Zhuoyuan folded his arms in front, and flew to the top with his knees!

With this series of actions, the human body limiter is released! 60.00% power burst!

The speed and strength were beyond anyone's imagination, and it quickly rushed into Ciyin's heart.

Before the blade struck Fan Zhuoyuan, Ciyin's wrist was already supported by Fan Zhuoyuan's folded arms. Although the fierce blade still fell and struck his shoulder, it could only cut a wound as deep as an inch.

But the strength stopped there, Ciyin's chest and abdomen were hit by a knee like a hammer, and her whole body was sunken. Before the sternum was broken, she was squeezed to the spine of the back by violent force, and smashed together!

The power spread to the internal organs, squeezing and bursting them all.

The sound of bone shattering can be clearly heard, like glass being broken in a jar filled with water.

Ciyin spurted blood wildly, like a kite with a broken string, it flew all the way to the entrance of the main hall, and was killed with one blow without any pain.To the end of his life, the knife was still held in his hand.

Fan Zhuoyuan glanced sideways at the scar on his shoulder, blood flowed out, he controlled his muscles to contract and squirm, closed the wound, turned his head and walked towards the seat in the main hall without incident.

Sitting back in his seat, he poured himself a cup and paid respects to Nian Ami Ciyin who died at the gate of the main hall.

Then he said loudly: "The old swordsman deserved his death, willing to die for his country, I would admire him!

Everyone here, who else wants to challenge the general?I will do my best today!
If not, then the wine on the table, national mourning or martyrdom, please choose! "

National mourning or martyrdom, how to choose?

The death of Nian Ami Ciyin caused many people to cry on the spot. Some people got angry and pointed at Fan Zhuoyuan and yelled, "What is the heaven and the kingdom! What is the incorporation into Chinese culture to respect and co-prosper! You are a group of robbers and invaders!"

Fan Zhuoyuan looked at it coldly, "It seems that what you chose is the wine of martyrdom."

(End of this chapter)