Lingxiu Palace's swordsmanship is famous for its speed and accuracy, and due to the uniqueness of women's swords, the trajectory and attack point are quite different from those of ordinary men's swordsmanship. Generally, people in the martial arts world will appear to be in a hurry when they first fight.
Bai Song is different. All of his moves are derived from the Mad Dog Sword Technique. There is only one principle for all his moves, which is to use them as they come. He only pursues effectiveness, not gorgeousness.
The first time the swords met, Bai Song did not take the initiative to attack, but defended passively.
After all, he is Beili's little apprentice, so he can't really do anything about it.
Once Bai Song's Mad Dog Sword is used for defense, his posture is not very good. He either rolls, squats, or dodges. In short, from the action point of view, he does not look like an expert. In the eyes of some warriors, he even finds it a bit funny.
At the end of five rounds, Xue Fanyu suddenly stopped. The faint worry in his heart at the beginning had disappeared, leaving only disdain and even disappointment.
She looked at Bai Song and said coldly: "You don't know any moves at all, so don't come to Lingxiu Palace to join in the fun. The sword has no eyes. If you do it for real later, I'm afraid of you..."
"Little girl, hasn't your palace master taught you not to judge people by their appearance? The moves focus on effectiveness, not so many bells and whistles. Did you hurt me at all with those few moves just now?"
"I think you won't shed tears until you see the coffin!"
Xue Fanyu scolded and drew the sword again. This time, the true energy was flowing to the extreme, and the speed was twice as fast as before.
Bai Song was still like that, rolling on the ground dodging left and right, occasionally using his knife to block, looking very embarrassed.
"Hey, this man is really in such a sorry state that he refuses to give in. If our little senior sister hadn't saved her hand, he would have been injured long ago."
"It's just that this man is like a gourd rolling on the ground. He doesn't have a decent posture. Fortunately, he is good-looking, otherwise he would look funny."
The female disciples talked a lot, and occasionally heard a few chuckles.
But Xue Fanyu was slightly wary during the competition.
Others said she was holding back, but in fact Xue Fanyu had used all her strength and fought for forty or fifty rounds first. This person seemed to be in a panic, but after all, there was no effective attack.
Lingxiu Palace's gorgeous swordsmanship was always clumsily dodged by him.
"What's wrong? Little girl, are you unable to do what you want now?"
Bai Song squatted on the ground, watching the sword blade sweep over his head, but he laughed and taunted.
Xue Fanyu was furious when he heard this. You are obviously the one who is so embarrassed, but you are actually laughing at yourself!
"You are looking for death!"
Xue Fanyu's breath changed, and there was a slight deviation in the rhythm of the moves. Just like this momentary loophole, Bai Song, who had been unable to withdraw his sword, suddenly attacked, passed through the sword's edge, and placed the blade on Xue Fanyu's neck.
"What?"
Everyone present was shocked, the change in this moment was too fast.
From the beginning to the end, the little senior sister had the upper hand. Who would have thought that just a little loophole would be caught instantly by the opponent.
Bai Song's knife was placed on Xue Fanyu's neck, and the fighting stopped instantly.
Everyone stared at this scene in disbelief, and Xue Fanyu was in a trance and did not come back to her senses.
However, Bai Song had already sheathed the knife and held his hand up with a smile: "I accept the concession. It seems that Lingxiu Palace is not as powerful as imagined."
"Little senior sister was careless!"
"Yes, we were just negligent for a moment, but we cannot tolerate your slander!"
"Little girl, what about you? Are you convinced?" Bai Song looked at the little girl in front of him curiously.
Xue Fanyu was silent for a while, then gritted his teeth and said, "I lost."
Although he said he lost, Xue Fanyu felt more dissatisfied.
She was indeed unconvinced. Although she had sensed that the young man in front of her had some abilities, she ultimately felt that she had made a mistake that led to the current situation.
After all, she was a young girl who was inexperienced in the world and had little experience in the world. Little did she know that if she were to compete with the Japanese, this little mistake would have cost her her life.
The fundamental purpose of competing before the Japanese was to protect this little girl.
If it were a young martial artist from the Central Plains martial arts world, this little girl should be more than enough to deal with it, but the one who came to visit today was a master from the Donghuang Pavilion, and it was not something that a young man could handle.
Bai Song stopped the work for himself.
"So, I have succeeded in kicking the gym?"
"If you win, I don't think you have won Lingxiu Palace. There are many senior sisters in Lingxiu Palace who are more powerful than me, not to mention our palace master! Today's humiliation, I, Lingxiu Palace, will definitely get back in the future.
"
"Okay, okay, it's up to you how you want to get it back."
Bai Song waved his hand, not caring at all, and turned to look at Hanzo, who had been watching for a while: "What do you mean? Do you still want to play?"
Hanzo watched in silence for a while, then raised the corners of his mouth in dissatisfaction: "What sect? They are simply worse than pigs and dogs!"
"What did you say?!"
The disciples of Lingxiu Palace immediately exploded upon hearing this, and they showed off their weapons one after another.
Hanzo showed no weakness and continued to say coldly: "Waste of my time! The sick man of East Asia deserves his reputation!"
"After that, leave a note with the sick man of East Asia written on it and leave."
Xue Fanyu stepped forward to stop him: "You can humiliate me, but you cannot humiliate Lingxiu Palace. Whether you win or lose the battle just now has nothing to do with you. If you want to leave from here, you must defeat me first!"
Hanzo glanced at Xue Fanyu: "You can't take any of my moves."
"Humph, I haven't tried it before, you..."
Xue Fanyu originally sneered disdainfully, but the other party suddenly drew his sword, and the shadow of the sword flashed past.
Xue Fanyu's eyes widened, and she didn't even see the blade of the blade. All the sea left on her forehead had been cut off.
More importantly, Xue Fanyu noticed a warmth coming from her forehead. She subconsciously thought her forehead might be injured, so she reached out to touch it, but what she grabbed was a big hand.
Bai Song suddenly appeared in front of her, holding Xue Fanyu's forehead with his palm, but there was already a one-inch long fine wound on the back of Bai Song's hand.
But the strange thing is that flesh and blood can be seen from the wound on the back of Bai Song's hand, but no blood flows out.
This weird scene didn't attract anyone's attention. What Xue Fanyu thought about was if it weren't for this person, would he have...
Xue Fanyu looked at Bai Song and found that the man still had the secretly playful smile just now. Although it was unpleasant, he also felt a little strange.
Does this count as being protected by him?
"Little girl, you'd better stay away. Since everyone is here to compete, how can we have fun if we don't have a fight? Japanese devils, how about we give it a try?"
Bai Song looked at Hanzo, and Hanzo also looked at Bai Song.
Hanzo looked at the injury on the back of Bai Song's hand and said coldly: "You can actually catch my sword! You have the strength to make me take it seriously."
After saying that, Hanzo took two steps back, unbuttoned half of his sleeves, exposed half of his arms, and took out a long knife like the one in Bai Song's hand with one hand.
