The first thousand nine hundred and fifty-ninth chapters deep internal strength
At this moment, the hearts of everyone present are beating wildly. They are all martial arts practitioners, but this is the first time they have seen such magical power. It is the first time they have experienced the indestructible momentum of Chinese internal strength.
When they straightened up, the two figures, the old and the young, had already disappeared into the bamboo forest at the foot of the mountain in the distance. Only Mu Hong and Liu Haibo were the only two judges on the large wooden platform. Next to them stood Miao Qing, who had just escaped from the sword.
There was silence by the lake. People turned around and stared at the three steel knives deeply embedded in the wooden pillars on the stage. At this time, the two judges, Mu Hong and Liu Haibo, also lowered their arms and looked at each other with horrified expressions on their faces. Walk to the pillars on both sides of the wooden platform
The two of them stood on both sides of the stage and looked up at the wide jointed scimitar and a strangely shaped slender scimitar that Master Guan had. They raised their hands and pulled out the two waist knives that were deeply inserted into the pillars with a "squeak" sound. After he came out, he held his hands in front of his eyes and looked carefully
Miao Qing, who was surviving the disaster, woke up from his stupor when he saw the actions of the two judges. His face was still pale, he turned around and looked up at himself stuck on the two pillars and beams. Miao Dao strode to the bottom of the beam and went deep. He took a deep breath, bent his knees, and jumped up more than one meter high. He pulled out the Miao knife that was stuck on the high beam and landed lightly on the ground.
Everyone in the audience was watching the movements of the three people on the stage intently. At this moment, seeing Miao Qing's light body skills, they knew that he had suffered a loss just now because his internal strength was slightly weaker. In fact, his light skills were stronger than that of the master Guan, but the other party suddenly appeared during the fight. Seize the opportunity and use force and skill to chop down with a thick waist knife.
But Miao Qing had no time to dodge and had to block with his long and narrow waist knife. This exposed his disadvantage, so he almost lost an arm with one careless move.
The three people on the stage each took out a gleaming waist knife from the wooden pillar and then walked to the front of the stage holding the knife. The eyes of the few people were still staring at the knife in their hands, and their eyes were round.
The three of them strode to the edge of the stage and then looked to the side. The waist knives in their hands showed a look of shock on their faces.
Mu Hong was silent for a while, then raised his head and raised the heavy truncated waist knife in his hand, and said in a loud voice: "Everyone, look at this, this is the Chinese Kung Fu that has been passed down for thousands of years." After that, he took the knife from the senior brother next to him. He also raised the strange slender machete high
Two waist knives, one wide and one narrow, are displayed side by side in front of everyone. From the wide blade of the truncated waist knife to the body of the knife, there is a deep gap more than two inches long that almost runs across the wide body of the knife.
Mu Hong inserted the slender waist knife in his hand into the gap and continued: "See, this deep gap is cut by this unnamed scimitar, which is the scimitar flying in the air from dozens of meters away. I almost cut this thick stainless steel waist knife in half."
Everyone looked at the two waist knives held by Mu Hong in surprise. The broad-backed scimitar held by Master Guan just now had a deep notch on it. There was also a shallow notch on the tip of the knife, which was obviously Guan Miao just now. The two masters just worked hard to chop out the
At that time, the two people on the field tried their best to swing the knife, leaving such a small gap on the blade. This showed that the material of the two waist knives was excellent. However, the slender scimitar that suddenly flew from the audience almost cut off the gap with one blow. How much strength and speed does it take to make a truncated waist knife made of fine steel?
Everyone in the audience stared intently at the steel knife in Mu Hong's hand, with incredulous expressions flashing in their eyes. Everyone was secretly shocked: The internal strength of the senior who suddenly threw out his scimitar to save people was simply unfathomable. If the knife in his waist was hit, It would have been impossible to cut such a long gap on this broad-backed waist knife, which was also made of fine steel, unless it was filled with extremely deep internal strength.
And the biting cold air that came with the light of the sword showed that the senior who threw the scimitar not only had deep internal strength, but also cultivated an extremely rare cold internal strength, which really surprised everyone present.
At this time, Liu Haibo on the stage walked up to Mu Hong and stared at the Miao Dao held by Master Miao in both hands. Then he raised his finger and pointed at the Miao Dao and whispered to Mu Hong: "Junior Brother, look here."
Mu Hong looked at where his finger was and then noticed that the blade in Master Miao's hand had a dent the size of a fingernail, and there was some gray stone powder on it after being hit.
He looked up in astonishment at the foot of the mountain where the two old men had just disappeared and said in a low voice: "Good guy, the dent made by a small stone on the steel knife is so profound. No wonder this Miao knife was suddenly knocked away." And it was inserted so far into the pillar that I only noticed the flying machete."
Just now, the stone and the scimitar flew between the lightning and flints at the same time. They only paid attention to the dazzling scimitar and did not notice the small stone that flew together.
Liu Haibo also nodded and sighed in a low voice: "These two old men who see the dragon but never see its tail must be the old head of the Lingxiu Sect and the old man of the Wan Family mentioned by the younger brothers of the Wan Family. This is the Kung Fu that truly surpasses China."
The two whispered for a few words. Mu Hong looked up at the foot of the mountain where the two old men disappeared just now and said in a low voice: "It seems that the two old men really don't like to appear in public. They left the two old seniors immediately after stopping the bloody disaster just now. Not only has the power reached the state of perfection, but this light skill is also rare in the world. In the blink of an eye, it disappeared from our sight. Alas, we just missed it. We have no chance to meet these real Chinese masters. In front of these real masters, our skills are simply not worth mentioning."
At this time, more than a dozen old judges in the audience were also looking at the three steel knives on the stage and talking in low voices. Everyone felt sorry for not being able to really meet these two martial arts masters, and they were all sighing in their hearts.
While the judges were feeling regretful, seven or eight tall foreigners with different skin colors walked quickly from the audience.
A group of people trotted all the way to the stage. Some quickly climbed onto the wooden platform from the steps built beside the stage. Some pressed their hands on the edge of the stage and jumped up quickly. A group of people came up and gathered around Mu Hong and the others. He reached out and took the three waist knives and looked at them carefully with a look of surprise in his eyes. He stared at the waist knives that were still shining with cold light.
A black man picked up the long and narrow scimitar with a strange shape and raised it in the air. He looked at it intently. The slender scimitar reflected a dazzling cold light in the sun. The curved blade was like a curve of autumn water, and it looked very peaceful.
The black man stretched out his fingers and carefully wiped the sharp blade, then turned his head and stared at the truncated waist knife in the hand of another tall foreigner with a big nose, his eyes full of doubts.