I am the sword fairy

Chapter 244: Ten Years as a Slave
Song Yu had seen him fight with others, and he should have followed Zhao Fengqing's path.

But in terms of combat power, it is much higher than Zhao Fengqing.

I've seen him fight against others before, and he should have been holding back and hitting until the point was reached.

Not much information was revealed.

However, Song Yu still saw that this was an innate master who entered Taoism with a sword.

"Song Sang, please give me some advice!"

On the high platform, the Fuso swordsman was not very tall, about five and a half feet tall. He was a bit thin and had an ordinary appearance.

But his eyes are very determined.

Speaking not very fluent Chinese, he bowed ninety degrees to Song Yu.

"You're welcome, please take action."

Song Yu nodded slightly, holding the Ye Sanniang sword that Qi people hated and feared in his hand, staring at the Fuso swordsman opposite him with a pair of clear eyes.

The Fuso swordsman in samurai uniform stood there for a while.

Take a deep breath.

Huo Di roared and rushed towards Song Yu like lightning!
A large number of onlookers who came around after hearing the news immediately let out an exclamation of surprise.

"So fast!"

"Fuso's sword-drawing technique!"

Before he finished speaking, the swordsman from Fusang had already rushed in front of Song Yu from seven or eight feet away.

Cold light flashes!
No one even saw how he drew the sword. The sword was already unsheathed and struck Song Yu's head!
Clang!
There was a crisp sound of metal hitting in the air.

It wasn't very loud, as if it was just a light touch.

During this process, no one saw how Song Yu drew his sword.

The two sides are one touch away.

The duel between the two swordsman masters also began.

Fuso Swordsman's swordsmanship is quite good, but the key point is that his tentative first move did not really burst out the power of an innate warrior, but was more like a polite "hello".

To show respect to Song Yu.

Song Yu also did not use his innate spiritual power, he just blocked the opponent's sword.

Then he stabbed him in the right shoulder.

He didn't even use the Dao realm's sword intent.

He only used simple sword skills to see how good his opponent was.

Ding Ding Ding!
A series of metal collision sounds came from the high platform.

The Fuso Swordsman's sword is fast and tricky.

He maintained a tacit understanding with Song Yu and never used his spiritual power.

The two sides moved around dizzyingly on the high platform, exchanging dozens of moves in the blink of an eye, but neither could do anything to the other.

The Fuso swordsman suddenly shouted: "Song Sang, pay attention!"

boom!
A powerful aura suddenly erupted from this man.

The agitation caused the air in the air to become chaotic.

Amazing and overwhelming blood!
The powerful field of the innate warrior was completely revealed at this moment.

His speed instantly more than doubled!
when!
A loud bang.

Fusang swordsman's powerful and heavy Xiantian sword was knocked away by Song Yu's sword.

The deafening metallic roar made many people in the audience who were caught off guard look in pain.

He subconsciously covered his ears, with a look of horror in his eyes.

Is this true innate power? !

However, before they could enjoy a wonderful duel between innate swordsmen.

The next moment the outcome was decided.

The Fuso swordsman who suddenly stepped back more than ten steps held the hilt of his sword with both hands, pointed the sword downward, and bowed to Song Yu at a [-]-degree angle.

He still spoke not very fluent Chinese, and said in a strange tone: "Song Zhang's swordsmanship is unparalleled in the world. I am no match. Thank you Song Zhang for showing mercy!"

At this time, hundreds of people came to watch in the audience.

There are only a few people who can understand it.

All confused.

"What's going on? Is the fight over now?"

"No, this Fuso swordsman looks very powerful, why did he just give up?"

"Yes, they are obviously evenly matched!"

At this time, a master said calmly in the crowd: "Master Yu must have used sword intention. You still remember the legend that he used sword intention to kill Jiang Su, the number one genius in swordsmanship in the Northern Qi Dynasty in Zhao State, right? Is Jiang Su the number one genius in swordsmanship? I won’t say it, but at that time, Mr. Yu’s swordsmanship had already entered the palace and entered the innate realm!”

Someone else said: "Yes, Young Master Yu did use his sword intent just now. If the opponent doesn't know how to lift the sword and still wants to attack forcefully, you won't even see Young Master Yu use his sword, and the Fuso Swordsman's body will be split in two." ."

Only then did people exclaim in surprise, looking at Song Yu with a bit of fear in their eyes.

This kind of terrifying existence that can directly kill people with sword power without even taking a shot can no longer be regarded as a warrior, but a true martial arts practitioner!
Who dares to fight him?
Song Yu smiled slightly: "I agree."

The Fuso swordsman did not immediately step down from the stage. He kept bowing and said seriously: "I want to become Song Chang's follower and learn swordsmanship from Song Chang!"

Song Yu was slightly startled and immediately refused: "Sorry, I don't accept followers."

"I volunteer to be Song Zhang's slave for three years, or even five years! I just want to learn swordsmanship from Song Zhang, and I ask Song Zhang to do it, please!"

Before Song Yu could say anything else, someone in the crowd shouted: "Matsumoto, are you crazy? You are the young master of the Matsumoto family! How can you be a slave for others?"

The Fuso swordsman on the stage remained silent, still bowing to Song Yu.

Song Yu looked at him and asked, "Have you thought about it? If one day I confront someone from Fusang Kingdom, or even your relatives, you will be on my side." "As long as you can fight with Song I can do anything if I learn swordsmanship!" Matsumoto still maintained his bowing posture and said seriously: "But please Song Chang, please don't hurt my family, they are not bad!"

"Learn swordsmanship from me. Five years is not enough. It takes ten years."

Song Yu was delighted. If this guy didn't care about his family at all and could give up anything, he might become a real top swordsman, but he wouldn't keep such an inhumane thing by his side.

Fortunately, he still has family in his heart.

Similar to Zhao Fengqing, not ruthless, just obsessed with swordsmanship.

Matsumoto shouted: "Okay!"

"Wait!" The voice from the audience was obviously a little anxious.

Then a Fuso man jumped onto the high platform.

He bowed his hands to Song Yu and saluted: "Song Sang, I'm sorry. Matsumoto is young and ignorant. He talks nonsense. Please don't argue with him."

This Fuso man looks to be 35 or [-] years old and speaks Chinese very fluently.

This man faintly exudes a very strong blood energy, and he seems to be much stronger than Matsumoto.

Song Yu smiled and said, "Okay, you can discuss it later. I'm not leaving anyway. You can come to me at any time."

It's not bad to have a master who is obsessed with swordsmanship as a follower. At least it can help you avoid a lot of troubles.

But this kind of thing is optional for Song Yu, and he will not force it.

Matsumoto straightened up, frowned and looked at the young man who came up, and said, "Please don't interfere with my freedom!"

The young man was a little angry, so he changed the language directly to Fuso and scolded: "Are you crazy? Do you know where our Matsumoto family is on? We live by the royal family of Qi! As a member of the Matsumoto family, Young Master, you have taken refuge with the person you hate the most in Qi State, and you have to work as a slave for him, what do you think?"

Matsumoto looked at the young man with a stubborn look on his face, and also responded in Fuso language: "Although you are my cousin, you should stay out of my affairs. If you can learn the supreme swordsmanship from Song Jian, you will become a member of the Matsumoto family... and even Lucky for the whole Fuso! The family should be proud of me instead of coming to stop me!"

Song Yu listened with interest.

It's quite cordial to hear the Fuso language in this world, and it reminds him of his youthful days when he studied seriously with teachers.

It turns out that this energetic young man is Matsumoto's cousin. It seems that his family is not ordinary in Fuso.

Thinking about it, in a place where resources are scarce, it is simply impossible for ordinary people to cultivate to the innate realm at such a young age.

At this age, even if he is as talented as Huang Teng, he still needs to have top mental skills to barely step into the Grandmaster realm.

The young man was helpless and said: "In that case, I will challenge him. If I lose, I will listen to you; if I win, he will not be as good as me and will not be qualified to be your master!"

Matsumoto looked at him and said, "You are no match!"

"Tell me again!"

The young man said, turned back to Song Yu, bowed and said, "I want to have a fight with Song Sang, but I'm causing trouble for you!"

Song Yu smiled: "It's okay." Anyway, he had to accumulate the winning rate of being "challenged", no matter who he fought against.

Matsumoto then retreated to the edge of the high platform and watched quietly.

There are more and more people in the audience now, and it is so crowded that there is no end in sight.

Many of them with outstanding temperaments were also observing the crowd carefully.

They either have demon seeds in their bodies, or they come from sects.

Dominating this event of all nations, now I want to observe how strong Song Yu is?

On the stage.

Matsumoto's cousin looked serious, slowly pulled out a katana from his waist, and looked at Song Yu.

"Song Sang, I'm offended!"

next moment.

His figure was like lightning, and he had already rushed in front of Song Yu before most of the people in the audience had time to exclaim.

With a flash of cold light, the samurai sword struck Song Yu's face.

This is not a tentative attack, but a real blow with all your strength!
It was not that he was ruthless, but that he knew very well that this young Zhao master had a very strong sword intention.

Once the opponent locks him in first, he may not even be able to make a slash.

Fuso in this world is just a small island country that repeatedly jumps between big countries and struggles to survive.

Song Yu didn't have any hatred towards them.

Facing this earth-shattering sword, his expression was calm, his feet remained motionless, and he did not use his sword intention.

Instead, he waved Ye Sanniang's sword in his hand, using a very clever technique to first block the opponent's sharp blade, and then the sword spine slid down against the blade.

Sparks fly!

In an instant, it appeared above the young man's hand holding the knife.

stop.

The young man also stopped.

He stared blankly at the sword edge less than an inch above his finger!

As long as Song Yu had just taken away his hands, the two hands he was holding the knife... would all have to be cut off!

He could even clearly feel the deep coldness coming from the sword's edge.

My hands tingled slightly.

He didn't even use his sword intention, and he had already lost!

A drop of sweat fell down his forehead.

Song Yu sheathed his sword.

The young man bowed ninety degrees: "Thank you Song Chang for showing mercy. It is his honor for my brother to be with Song Chang!"

After saying that, he bowed deeply, glanced at Matsumoto, turned around, jumped off the high platform, and left quickly.
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