Wushuang Wushuang Swordsman

Chapter 22
Li Xuange got up, held the sword in his left hand, straddled the knife in his right waist, and walked out in a neat black suit.

At this time, countless pairs of eyes in the inn were looking at him, both curious and hopeful, and even more hopeful that he would die, because many people bought him and would lose!
Jin Xiangyu was flirting with a bearded general when the two also looked at him.

This bearded general was the guard of Longmen Gate. The reason why no one in the inn spoke was because he had never let others speak. All the merchants and swordsmen dared not give him face, so he spoke at this time.

"Boy, I already know about you from the proprietress, although she bought you to die, but this general bought you to win, ten taels of gold!
At the same time, I also gave you five taels of gold, buy you to win, if you win, you can bankrupt the gambling stalls at Longmenguan in one fell swoop!So, don't let Ben down. "

"This is General Shi, the guard of Longmen Pass." Jin Xiangyu introduced.

Li Xuange cupped his hands towards General Shi, and Jiang Zhiling beside him had already prepared breakfast, which consisted of six huge mutton buns, served with a bowl of fresh goat's milk.

During this period of time, Jiang Zhiling had been preparing breakfast for him, and she was the only one who could be trusted in the Longmen Inn.

Li Xuange took the breakfast, but came to a deserted grave outside the inn.

It was buried by the two medicine boys and Jiang Zhiling. The tombstone only simply engraved the tomb of Dr. Chiang, neither the year of birth nor the specific place of birth was written, only the year of death and people from the Central Plains.

When he came to the desert, he concealed all his information, and no one cared.

Li Xuange placed the steamed stuffed bun in front of his tombstone, and sat alone in front, gnawing the steamed stuffed bun and drinking goat's milk casually.

"I don't know if it's because you, an old bastard, are particularly greedy for money, but after all, you have suffered retribution, and I am afraid that no one will care about you if you die here.

Retiring from old age and returning home was originally a happy event, but something happened more than ten miles away from home. I know you must be unwilling.

Hey, eat this bun first, from here you can clearly see the top of Mingsha Mountain opposite.

I'll be there later, or I'll be slaughtered to accompany you, or I'll kill that guy and let him make amends for you. "

Whispering some words, he also finished eating a steamed stuffed bun and goat milk, rubbed the oil on the tombstone, patted it, and chuckled lightly.

After saying these words to Dr. Jiang's grave, Li Xuange felt much calmer. The tension before the battle disappeared completely. Then he stepped on the black horse and headed towards the top of Mingsha Mountain.

Following his movement, hundreds of horses galloped around Mingsha Mountain.

Perhaps this duel is no longer about the life and death grievances between two people, but the title of the number one swordsman in the desert.

Tietou and Ding'an were originally following behind Li Xuange, when they suddenly heard someone calling them, when they looked back, it was their master Xiang Qiezheng and their junior sister Xiao Ling.

Although Xiang Qizheng is unwilling to get involved in the affairs of Jianghu, but when there is hope to see the day when Feilong dies, he can't keep calm and needs to see it with his own eyes.

On the other side, Brother Hai from Shuangqi Town rushed over with his wife and good sister, and called Li Xuange's name from a distance, unexpectedly they came from so far away from Shuangqi Town!
Li Xuange glanced at them in surprise, and waved at Hai Ge and his wife.

Brother Hai shouted loudly: "Daxia Li, I believe you will win!"

Li Xuange smiled and nodded, feeling a warm feeling in his heart, then fixed his eyes on Mingsha Mountain.

Surrounded by a group of bandits, Feilong had been waiting for a long time.

I saw Feilong raised his hand, and many horse bandits retreated down the mountain.

He was riding on the horse, looking at Li Xuange arrogantly.

"I didn't expect that you kid didn't escape, and you could attract so many people's attention."

Li Xuange got off his horse, let the horse go away, and said with a smile, "Maybe it's not because of me, but because many people want to see you killed."

"Hahahaha, do you want me to be killed? There are so many people buying me to win! Let me tell you, Brother Feilong, I will definitely win today. If I kill you, I won't have to kill pigs for a whole year!"

While mocking, Feilong also jumped off the horse, with the two sabers in his hands.

At this time, the two were standing opposite each other under the scorching sun, and the people watching the battle in the distance seemed to have a tacit understanding, separated by hundreds of steps on horseback.

General Shi turned his head at Longmenguan and said something to Jin Xiangyu, but Jin Xiangyu shook his head, causing General Shi to frown slightly.

On Mingsha Mountain, the two confronting each other suddenly moved.

The flying dragon kicked the sand under its feet, and raised it in front of Li Xuange, the two knives were shining with a dull light, cutting and passing through the flying sand.

Li Xuange drew his sword out of its sheath, and the scabbard shot towards Feilong's face, and then the imposing eight-faced Han sword went up against the sand.

The two swords are very heavy on footwork, and the footwork is not flexible enough, so the two soldiers in the hands will not be able to exert their due attack frequency, but will also restrain and interfere with each other.

Although Feilong is a horse bandit, his footwork is top-notch. With his body leading his feet, he easily staggered away from the oncoming scabbard. The saber rolled like a silver wave, swishing at Li Xuange's throat, chest, abdomen, etc. The key.

Li Xuange has always used one move to defeat the enemy in all the battles, but today he used the ultimate move without using it.

Because the people on the desert can know the history of each of his encounters with just a little inquiring, and they will inevitably guard against the peak Zhanfeng Yidao.

What's more, Feilong already knew that Li Xuange's left hand could slash like that, so how could he not guard against his right hand.

That's why Li Xuange would not make such reckless moves. Unless it was necessary, he could not easily use such a flawless technique as Zhan Feng Yi Dao.

This time, he decided to test and fight with the opponent first, holding the sword with one hand, with his thumb and forefinger clasping the ingot-shaped gauntlet, as if his whole hand was on the gauntlet. This is a traditional Chinese swordsmanship method .

Because the distance from the center of gravity is very close, the sword moves should be flexible. Half of the smartness of the sword is in the wrist, and the other half is in the body.

Traditional Chinese swordsmanship is a typical dexterous swordsmanship that uses the body to carry the sword, deviates from the center line, avoids the real and strikes the virtual.

In the wind and sand, I saw Li Xuange easily staggered the flying dragon and slashed with a quick knife. The sword in his hand was like a bee needle tail stabbing.

The bodies of the two sides staggered each other, and they attacked and dodged more than ten moves, but there was no sound of weapons clashing.

On the contrary, the two of them turned around in a wrong step, and the rabbits raised countless fine sand on the ground, dancing with the wind, making the vision of the surrounding spectators even more blurred.

The flying dragon got a little angry. First of all, he didn't expect that Li Xuange didn't use the deadly technique, but dared to fight with him so calmly. The initial method of luring the enemy was no longer effective.

Secondly, he was even more annoyed by Li Xuange's cunning. Although his body skills were nimble, his experience was not as good as his own, and he was almost caught out many times.

But at every critical moment, Li Xuange would quietly touch the saber at his waist with his empty left hand, as if he would use his left-handed saber technique at any time.

Feilong knew the power of his left-hand saber, so he was very afraid of it, and every time he was about to seize the opening, he had to turn around and retreat.

Flying Dragon was extremely annoyed at this kind of concealed tactics, but there was nothing he could do about it.

He suddenly swung his two knives wildly, and the light of the knives covered a wide range, forcing Li Xuange to give up contact and distance himself.

Feilong pointed at Li Xuange angrily and said, "You should draw the saber or not!"

Li Xuange knew that the psychological warfare he had quietly arranged during this period had worked, so he couldn't help laughing.

Wu Wu said: "Look at me, I've been using a sword all the time. I'm clearly just a swordsman. How can I draw a sword? You must be thinking about it."

(End of this chapter)