He Jiabao with the Sword Chapter 162 - Butterfly Swords
Ziwushu is worthy of being an upright man. Even if he loses, he loses in an upright manner. Ziwushu admits defeat and is convinced. Just now in the Qingqiu challenge, the young man showed that his martial arts realm is far above him. If the young man was cruel just now, that sword strike
Even if it didn't take his own life, it would be more than enough to seriously injure himself, but the young man still held back.
Instead of licking his face and continuing to argue, it would be better to admit defeat openly. Ziwu Shu got off the ring and refused the He family's offer to stay. He didn't even take a look at the gold and silver offered by the He family, but left He directly.
Home arena, I hope Hejiabao will go out.
In the Hua Dynasty, Shui Canglan and Yuwen Tuo were on the stage in Duixia, with different expressions. Shui Canglan frowned and didn't know what he was thinking. Yuwen Tuo's eyes fell under the stage. He was wearing a dark-colored cloak and his hair was silky.
Looking at Jiang Ningxue, whose face was messy and covered, Jiang Ningxue's cold eyes that had not changed for thousands of years actually had a hint of warmth. Yuwen Tuo looked at the young man with a hint of jealousy in his eyes.
Yuwen Tuo read it right. Jiang Ningxue was staring at the young man in green shirt on Qingqiu's ring at the moment. She recalled the scene when she first met him, the appearance of the monkey spirit when he rashly broke into his room, and when she faced Yuwen Tuo face to face.
The look of someone who was resolutely guarding him, a trace of something special flashed in his cold eyes. Jiang Ningxue, who was in a complicated mood, subconsciously touched the Jinghong Sword behind her, grabbed it with her delicate hands, and then remembered that her Jinghong Sword was empty.
Hongjian is still in Gu Xiao's sword box on the stage.
He couldn't help but look up to the stage. The young man in green shirt was already holding the long sword behind his back, standing on the stage, cupping his fists and saluting towards Zi Wushu who was walking away. At the same time, He Kui's loud voice announcing the winner could be heard throughout the arena.
"In the Qingqiu competition, the Liangzhou tree wins."
The Jianghu guests in the audience are in trouble now. Sure enough, the He family's jade medals were not given casually. Originally, the two young men in Qingqiu and Meiyue's ring did not have any sect background. Compared with
Hua Chao and Mu Xia were much easier to fight. Unexpectedly, Zheng Bai and Zi Wu Shu, two masters who had been famous for many years, were defeated in a short time.
Just as these people in the arena were struggling to choose which arena to challenge, an arrogant voice sounded from above the arena.
"I thought there would be many masters, but those two just now are really disappointing to me. You are so timid. Otherwise, don't waste your time. Come on together. I am just right."
Stretch your muscles and bones, otherwise it will be freezing cold and my feet will be numb when I stand."
Such arrogant words really did not take the attention of everyone in the audience. Everyone followed the words and saw Hua Chaolui, Shui Canglan, the young master of Shui Jian Sect, squinting and looking at the scene with contempt.
Everyone came down and spoke.
Although the Jianghu people are not top experts, there are also experts who have been famous in the Jianghu for many years. When they heard Shui Canglan's provocative words, how could they hold back such a tone, but think about the Rushui Sword Sect behind him, and
His father, whose swordsmanship was as good as a god, the Jianghu people suppressed their anger again.
On the high platform to watch the battle on the west side, Fang Yuehua's eyes were filled with anger. She was also a member of the martial arts world. Seeing how arrogant this famous disciple was, she wanted to jump into the Hua Chao ring and teach this young man a lesson.
The general put his hand on his waist, but he heard Jin Buyi's voice coming from the side: "Yuehua, you are no longer a guest in Jianghu. You must remember that you are now a worshiper of Hejiabao."
"Yes, Yue Hua, if you are still angry, it is not too late to wait until Shui Canglan stands at the end and challenges the worship, and then go on stage to teach him a lesson. However, I would like to remind you that if you hurt this young master,
I'm afraid Shui Qianyue won't let you go so easily." Xiao Yanluo had long seen Fang Yuehua's look in his eyes, and he was defeated by Fang Yuehua. Xiao Yanluo's heart was always filled with hatred for her. Looking at Shui Canglan's posture, he guessed that
He should be able to stand to the end. As long as Fang Yuehua and Shui Canglan fight, no matter he wins or loses, Fang Yuehua will not get any favors.
On the west side of the viewing platform, the brocade-clad worshipers had their own thoughts, but on the east side of the viewing platform, the ancestor of the He family didn't care at all about Shui Canglan's provocative words towards the heroes in the audience. His pair of dirty eyes just glanced back and forth at the people on Qingqiu's ring.
The young man in green shirt thought of the words his master told him before leaving.
"He Qing, when you go, apart from the ligers, there is one more thing to do, which is to find the whereabouts of Gu Jianyi. I will definitely wash away the shame of not returning home that day for the Imperial Master."
He had been conducting secret investigations for many years, and that person seemed to have disappeared from the world. Just when he was about to give up looking for that person, the appearance of this young man seemed to allow He Zhidao to keenly capture a glimmer of possibility. Dressed in a green shirt, with superb swordsmanship, he seemed to be the same as
What the master told him was too similar.
Is there a possibility that this young man and that person... Just as He Zhidao was thinking about these clues in his mind, Shui Canglan on Muxia Lei began to behave like a monster again.
It turned out that Shui Canglan saw that the young man in green clothes and the young man in ragged clothes were stealing the limelight. The young master of the Shuijian Sect, who was as dignified as the young sect leader, was actually robbed of the limelight by the mountain boy who came out of nowhere. Shui Canglan was not angry at this moment.
He provoked all the Jianghu people in the audience with his words, and wanted to force them to take action so that he could demonstrate the supreme martial arts of Ru Shuijian Sect.
But after a round of words, although the Jianghu guests in the audience were angry, no one came up to challenge. This made Shui Canglan's wishful thinking come to nothing. Once the fire of jealousy is opened, it will be like a torrential river.
, endlessly.
"Are you a bunch of rabble worthy of the opportunity to become famous given to you by Ancestor He? You should just pack your bags and get out of Hejiapu..."
Shui Canglan failed to provoke him once, and began to talk nonsense to the audience again. But before he could finish speaking, he saw a figure leaping high, and then a deep voice sounded.
"Master Shui Shao, don't be arrogant."
As soon as these words came out, everyone followed the words and saw this man in his thirties, with splayed eyebrows and a pair of piercing eyes. He was wearing a Jianghu shirt, with two butterfly swords on his waist, and he jumped onto the ring.
, the butterfly swords are already in hand.
"Beijing, Yan Shuang, please give me your advice."
The man with splayed eyebrows held two swords, cupped his fists and saluted Shui Canglan, and said.
When Shui Canglan saw someone coming up to the stage, relying on Ru Shui Jian Sect's status in the world, he didn't return the greeting and raised his palm to attack the man with the splayed eyebrows.
When the man with the double sword saw this disciple, he ignored the etiquette and attacked first. He did not panic. He just turned his wrists slightly and formed a flower pattern with the butterfly swords in his hands. He held them behind his back and crossed his arms in front of his chest for protection.
The figure is slightly sideways, with his feet forward and back, in a crouching posture, and two butterfly swords, held backwards, tightly against Yan Shuang's forearms. To outsiders, only the arms are crossed but no weapons are seen.
, this move is also called 'Arm Hidden Sword'.
Yan Shuang's butterfly swords weigh one pound and four taels each, with a blade length of twelve inches, a wide tail and a narrow blade, unrivaled in piercing, a rhombus-shaped blade, and a swastika-shaped guard.
In martial arts, this skill is only passed down from one master to one disciple, so not many people know about it.
Everyone in the audience, who had been in the world for many years, saw the man with the splayed eyebrows showing off his pair of butterfly swords. They all clapped their hands and cheered, hoping that he would give a good education to this young man from a well-known family who didn't know the heights of the world.
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Yan Shuang does not underestimate his opponent just because he is young. He starts with the Butterfly Double Sword's "Arm Hidden Sword" killer move. As long as the opponent's palms come into contact with his own arm, he can take advantage of the situation and use the sword to scratch the opponent's arm.
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Unexpectedly, the disciple of the famous family was not a fool. When his palms were attached to his arms, he did not use his strength to draw the sword like the usual enemy. On the contrary, this disciple's arms used the palm technique without a trace of strength.
The arms seemed to be facing a pool of soft and weak lake water.
Despite this, Yan Shuang still used the swords hidden in his arms according to the moves. With a flash of cold light, Yan Shuang's butterfly swords popped out like springs, and instantly changed from the reverse grip to the upright grip, and slashed towards Shui Canglan's palms.
When Shui Canglan saw the opponent's move, not only did he not panic, but there was a hint of cunning and successful look in his eyes. His palms were like snake bodies, and he slapped them into drills. Following the butterfly's double sword movement, he was about to capture the opponent's wrist.
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This was exactly the capture style in Qiu Shui's palm. In an instant, the two men exchanged offensive and defensive moves. Yan Shuang sneered and quickly withdrew his moves, avoiding the opponent's capture move. The crossed arms also changed to one in front of the other, and the arms were crossed.
Stick close, use both swords alone, take advantage of the opponent's palms to capture you and open the door in the middle, turn it into a single sword stabbing, and go straight towards the opponent's throat.
Seeing this, the famous disciple frowned, exerted force on his waist, leaned back, turned over, and kicked Yan Shuang's wrist with his toes. This kick seemed weak and weak, but in fact it was like Qiushui Palm, with needles hidden in the cotton. If you don't check, you will be kicked.
Hit the wrist and break immediately.
Yan Shuang knew that the opponent's move was not as weak as it looked, so he immediately dodged the kick sideways, holding two swords like flowers in his hands. He pressed down with a single sword, forcing the opponent to retract his feet. At the same time, he rotated his body, and quickly pulled out the knife with his back hand, slashing towards the opponent's back.
Heart.
Unexpectedly, the famous disciple's kick was just a feint, in order to lure the opponent to use both swords and no longer guard the door. Shui Canglan turned backwards and fell from the air. When he hit the ground, he clapped his hands with both hands.
On the ground, internal energy burst out from the palms of both hands, and the whole person shot towards Yan Shuang like a sharp arrow.
Yan Shuang really didn't expect the opponent's move. When he returned to protect the middle gate with his two swords, it was already too late. He could only watch helplessly as the opponent used the power of his palms to break into his middle gate. He flipped his palms and struck out several times.
on his chest.
The two of them touched each other on the ring. Shui Canglan succeeded with one blow. Yan Shuang, on the other hand, was hit by several Qiushui Palms in the chest. The sweetness in his throat was no longer suppressed, and he flew backwards more than ten feet away, spurting out a stream of water.
A mouthful of blood.
"What a pair of butterfly swords, they are just in vain." Shui Canglan said with ease, dismissing Yan Shuang who was lying on the ground.
Yan Shuang was hit in the palm. If it was an ordinary competition, he would naturally admit defeat. It can be seen that this disciple really bullied others too much, so he gritted his teeth and stood up, swallowed the sweet and fishy feeling in his chest, and said: "Sect Master Shui Shao, you
It’s just a victory, and we haven’t decided the winner yet.”
Yan Shuang stood up, and the audience, which was originally silent, burst into enthusiastic cheers. This cheer was not only for Yan Shuang, but also for themselves, for these individual guests who had no support to rely on.
Yan Shuang raised one foot slightly, placed one foot on the ground and bent his knees. The raised leg was parallel to the ground, and his entire center of gravity was supported only by the power of one foot. This was also one of the killer moves in Butterfly's Dual Swords.
Shui Canglan's eyes twitched when he heard the people in the arena cheering for Yan Shuang. Shui Canglan, who originally wanted to save some face for himself, was furious at this moment and sneered: "Okay, since you are looking for death, I will help you.
I'll kill you." Then he extended his palms to the attendants of Rushui Sword Sect in the audience.
The attendants all knew their master's nature. Seeing Shui Canglan's attitude, they knew that he had murderous intentions. How dare he go against his will? One of the attendants hurriedly took down a brocade package from behind and quickly untied the brocade.