Early in the morning, the sky above Presidence was filled with a solemn atmosphere. Noxian soldiers stood like iron walls at various street corners and important places, guarding the order of Presidence.
The Sword Master of the Wind Control Swordsmanship Dojo wants to openly challenge the Commander-in-Chief of the Empire, and the Commander-in-Chief of the Empire has agreed. The time is today, and the location is at the foot of Shuanglong Mountain where the Palace of Eternal Life is located.
The sun had just risen, and the entire Shuanglong Mountain was filled with spectators. Those who practiced martial arts, those who did not practice martial arts, those who liked to join in the fun, and some who had ulterior motives. The open space was crowded on three floors inside and outside. If it weren't for the innermost
The circle of Noxian soldiers left enough space for the real master, and I am afraid there is no room for him to move his butt.
The best place to watch the battle is the one halfway up the mountain. Looking down from the high ground can give you an overall perspective. Although the high position may offend the commander-in-chief of the empire, it doesn't matter since the commander-in-chief himself doesn't care.
Naturally, such a position is not available to ordinary people. The only people who can appear in this place are the imperial generals and martial arts masters who have received invitations. The generals of the three major armies of the imperial army are located in this column. The reason why they are the three major ones is
The general of Sarapam Chapter died heroically in Grus Village,
In addition to the Imperial General and Imperial Archmage Syndra, those who received the invitation were the Eye of Twilight, Fist of Shadow, Heart of Fury, Weapon Master, and several elders who could represent the Palace of Eternity.
What is worth pondering is that Shuoji Temple was also invited and sent an old monk, but there was no place for the Vajra Sect.
The first person to enter was an old man with a one-meter-and-a-half-meter-long Odachi on his waist and white beard and hair. The old man was tall and well-proportioned. The explosive streamlined muscles were visible on his exposed forearms. His demeanor was not ordinary.
The elderly man who came up was none other than Sword Master Cunfeng, who arrived half an hour early.
Cunfeng stood in the middle of the field, wearing a simple blue and white kendo robe without any wind. His eyes were slightly closed, as if he was recuperating and accumulating energy. His momentum was sometimes ethereal and sometimes heavy. It was difficult to just stand there.
Make people look away.
Don't be angry but be proud of yourself.
At some point, the noisy sound quickly disappeared, and the red dragon-scaled horse took heavy steps, walking alone in the path cleared by the Noxian Black Guard like Moses parting the sea, and slowly stood outside the venue.
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A tall man wearing a dark red metal mask stepped off his horse and walked straight towards Cunfeng. He was the most powerful ruler of Noxus, Imperial Commander Lester.
This challenge has no restrictions, regardless of life or death, including weapons and equipment, of course.
I thought that the wealthy and powerful imperial commander would be wearing heavy armor and impeccable equipment to face challenges, but Lester was wearing a Noxian-style black and red swordsman's robe, with a long curved sword across his waist, and a thin
Looking at it, the arc is smaller than that of the Odachi, and it seems to be slightly different from the Odachi.
The two men stand east and west, with very similar weapons and clothing, which has a great visual impact.
The west is as bright as the rising sun, and the east is as dark as a starry night. It is also like the collision between the deep wind and the red iron. One side is misty and traceless, and the other side is as motionless as a mountain.
Facing the abyss-like aura, Cunfeng immediately understood the meaning of the imperial commander's move - the man in front of him was indeed a legend in the world, and he actually wanted to defeat him in the field he was best at.
"I would like to express my gratitude to Commander-in-Chief Sir for coming here."
As an old man, Cun Feng took the lead in giving Lester a fist-cup salute that would only be used when meeting seniors. Lester accepted the salute firmly before nodding to Cun Feng with a cold voice.
"Show your best and let me see if Yu Fengliu has any remaining value. Don't let your teacher down."
"That little bit of wind is just showing off here."
After glancing at Jax on the mountain, Cunfeng bowed again, then placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, his eyes like lightning, and the murderous aura he had accumulated for a long time was locked on Lester.
This is a fight to the death.
The tiger's mouth was pressed against the sword, and a strong gust of wind suddenly rose from the spot. The figure suddenly disappeared on the spot, causing the spectators to scream in surprise.
Before the blade arrived, the wind started to rise. When we saw each other again, the invisible Odachi had already slashed towards Lester's chest, and the sharp sword energy actually appeared on the shrieking blade, making Lester unable to avoid it.
[Yu Fengliu·Breaking the air and drawing the sword]
There is no need to test in front of the legend. Once you take action, it will be a sure kill.
"What a strong wind!"
Under the magic steel mask, Lester's eyes lit up, and he felt the passion of a warrior for the first time in a long time.
As a physical swordsman, Cun Feng does not have any magical talent, but he can use the wind of the blade to mobilize the wind element and willingly turn it into murderous sword energy. This skill alone is enough to make Cun Feng transcend the category of sword master and become extraordinary.
The unmoved commander-in-chief of the empire was about to be killed by the Sword Master's sword. The spectators held their breaths and their heartbeats seemed to slow down. Some people even beamed with joy. It was obvious that they were already dissatisfied with the superior commander-in-chief of the empire.
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“Yingyingying!
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The crisp sound of swords sounded from the battlefield. The next moment, a bright bloody light came first like a bloody waning moon. The bloody sword edge faced the gale sword energy from bottom to top, forming a cross shape with the big wind.
The swords collided, making the sound of gold and iron,
At this moment, what Cunfeng saw was a burial ground composed of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.
Unable to withstand the strength of the two of them, the earth and rocks where the two were standing burst apart, raising a cloud of dust.
The menacing sword wind collapsed at the first touch, and even the Odachi sword was knocked away by the magic steel sword. Cunfeng held the sword and stepped back five steps to remove the impact. Lester calmly sheathed the sword on the spot, his movements even
Same as the beginning, nothing has changed.
The audience was filled with deathly silence. In the first round, the two men who also used long knives showed an absolute disparity in strength.
"What kind of monster is that Noxian?"
"When did he draw his sword? I don't quite understand. Could it be that the Sword Master had the upper hand?"
"Is it an advantage in terms of weapons? One look at that bloody sword and it looks like it's not a mortal thing..."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "But the Sword Master's [Zanfeng Taishou] can also be called a treasured sword, right?"
Unlike laymen and unskilled insiders, Jax in the special seat could see the key point at a glance.
Cunfeng is taking advantage of the momentum, borrowing the ethereal wind, which comes and goes quickly. Laiste is taking advantage of the momentum, which is the evil force that has been accumulated for hundreds of years. It condenses and never disperses, as if it is the essence.
, how can it be unstoppable?
The evil aura is already majestic, and coupled with a certain murderous sword technique that matches the evil aura, Lester made perfect use of his own momentum when drawing the sword. If he hadn't said hello in advance, I am afraid that under this sword,
Cunfeng had no chance to retreat and was cut in two.
Sure enough, the end of the sword is nothing more than stabbing and slashing, and there is no skill left. After the unity of man and sword, the unity of heaven and man is the absolute watershed. Only by deeply understanding and using one's own "power" can one transcend the world and reach another realm.
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When Jax sighed, Cunfeng lowered his head, his right arm holding the knife in one hand was still shaking slightly, blood oozed from the tiger's mouth, and his palms were hot, as if they were burned by fire.
The Zanfeng Taishou was about to escape his hands and become a lifelong shame.
The shock of that sword strike was still vivid in his mind. His sword skills were not inferior to his own, and his sword power and strength were absolutely suppressed by the man in front of him. At this moment, facing this man, he did not even dare to use a second sword.
It was as if if he used his second sword, he would become a withered skeleton in the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood.
Unless he can break through his own bottleneck and reach the point where he can control the wind as he wishes, he will only be humiliating himself.
Such an opponent has exceeded the limit of his imagination and cannot be achieved by human power. Any mediocre moves are just a waste of time. No wonder Lester asked him to show his best form from the beginning.
At this moment, Cunfeng was even despicably glad that his teacher Jax had said hello to the monster in front of him in advance, otherwise, he would definitely have died by the sword drawn just now, and his death would be meaningless.
"If it only comes to this, I might be a little disappointed."
Lester's words actually calmed Cunfeng down.
In full view of everyone, Cunfeng, who knew the absolute difference between them, bent down and bowed to Lester.
"Great Commander, I have realized that I have overestimated my capabilities and challenged you rashly. Please forgive me."
Amid the dissatisfied boos from the audience, Lester did not respond, but silently watched the sword master straighten his back again.
Sure enough, Cunfeng tightened his grip on the handle of the knife again.
The boos dispersed.
"If we just retreat like this, I am afraid that this junior will disappoint the commander-in-chief. Therefore, Cunfeng will use what he has learned throughout his life in his next strike. If he dies under the commander-in-chief's sword, it will be regarded as the glory of Cunfeng's life."
"please."
This time, Lester still gave Cunfeng enough preparation time.
He stood up again, this time Cunfeng did not put the sword into its sheath, but held the sword in the middle with both hands. All the distracting thoughts were collected in one thought, and he became calm and had no other distractions.
In an instant, the breeze started to pick up, and Cunfeng actually started a sword dance on the spot. Every move and gesture was obviously the simplest slash, but combined with the unpredictable and agile steps, it presented a "chaotic" mood.
It just looks bluffing, and it's more than ten meters away from Leicester, it's like he's just amusing himself.
Only a few people can sense that the wind direction has changed.
"What's going on? Did the swordsman become a dancer because he couldn't beat Gester?"
To be continued...