Liu Jinsheng stood there blankly, with his broken arm bleeding and his face pale.
He never imagined that Banpu Zhiliang could be so strong.
One sword! Just one sword! I couldn't take one of his swords!
Of course, he underestimated the enemy too much. If he had been fully prepared, he would never have been defeated so quickly and completely.
Now that one arm is broken, it is impossible to fight again.
"I lost!" Liu Jinsheng said dejectedly.
Liu Jinsheng failed in one move, shocking everyone present.
That's the innate grandmaster who trained martial arts!
What is especially unacceptable is that the opponent is a Japanese warrior who comes to provoke.
He Changchun came up and tapped Liu Jinsheng's arm twice to help him stop the bleeding.
"Grandmaster Liu, you rest first, leave this place to me." He Changchun said.
"Master He, be careful with his sword intent." Liu Jinsheng warned and stepped aside.
No matter what kind of opponent he was, facing the provocation of the foreign warriors, as a Chinese warrior, Liu Jinsheng could only put aside his personal grudges and share the same hatred with He Changchun.
The so-called intention of the sword is not the sword but the sword. It is not the sword that hurts people, but the intention.
This is a level higher than sword energy.
The energy of the sword is still tangible, but the intention of the sword has reached the point of being invisible.
Therefore, although the sword in Banpu Zhiliang's hand was just an edgeless wooden sword, and there was no dazzling sword light when he struck, everyone present felt the sharp sword intent, as if the strike struck everyone
heart.
He Changchun nodded: "I know."
He turned around and looked at Banpu Zhiliang with a solemn expression.
"Don't you Chinese warriors use weapons?" Banpu Zhiliang asked suspiciously, looking at He Changchun with empty hands.
People in the hall were equally puzzled. If Liu Jinsheng was careless just now, then after Liu Jinsheng's defeat, He Changchun should never make the same mistake again.
He Changchun sighed: "I haven't used a weapon for decades. I'm not used to it anymore, so I'll use these hands to learn Mr. Banpu's one-sword style."
Banpu Zhiliang said: "Okay, then I won't be polite. Grandmaster He, please come!"
After saying that, he raised his wooden sword and slashed at an angle.
The sword intent filled the entire hall.
He Changchun raised his hands and moved his fingers slightly, as if playing a piano.
Just listen to a tinkling sound.
"Powerful Vajra Finger!" someone exclaimed.
Wu Debiao was shocked when he saw it. He was the head of the Eagle Claw Sect, and he also practiced the power of Vajra Finger, but compared with He Changchun, he was completely different.
I originally thought that grabbing the golden cracked stone would be the highest level of the powerful Vajra Finger, but I didn't expect that in the hands of a master, the ordinary Vajra Finger could break through to this level.
This speed and power are beyond the imagination of ordinary warriors.
Banpu Zhiliang's wooden sword cut off only one blade, and He Changchun's ten fingers took turns to catch the sword. One finger immediately contracted after receiving the sword, and the second finger came up. In this way, it was as if he was playing on the wooden sword, and each finger removed one point of the sword.
The power of the ten fingers is repeated, and the power of one sword has been exhausted.
But as Liu Jinsheng said, Banpu Zhiliang's power lies not in the sword. Although the sword was taken, the intention of the sword had already cut in and went straight to He Changchun's chest.
He Changchun quickly retreated, but the clothes on his chest still tore, and a faint red line appeared on his chest.
However, at the same time that He Changchun was hit by the knife, a swift shadow appeared and struck at Banpu Zhiliang, but it turned out to be his martial spirit.
The unparalleled force crashed into Banpu Zhiliang like a mountain.
At this time, Banpu Zhiliang's knife was still close to He Changchun's body, and he had no time to put the knife away to resist.
If he was hit by He Changchun's martial spirit like this, Banpu Zhiliang would be seriously injured.
Banpu Zhiliang only had two choices at this time.
Either go head-to-head with He Changchun's martial arts and compete in skill. But the strength of a ninja has never been internal strength, but skills. And the one-sword style he practices focuses more on the intention of the sword. It pays attention to condensing the power of the body and integrating it with the heaven and earth.
Only when people and swords unite into one can we unleash an invincible and invincible sword. We can also use our intention to hurt others with our intention.
Banpu Zhiliang may not be able to please Banpu if he goes head-to-head with He Changchun, who has more than a dozen skills.
The second option is to abandon the sword and retreat. But if he loses the sword and loses the most powerful weapon, his strength will be greatly reduced. Moreover, bushido has always seen that the sword is like life, and abandoning the sword means giving up the dignity of a samurai.
It was precisely after He Changchun saw this that he used such a desperate method, risking injury, to take Banpu Zhiliang's sword, and used his martial arts to condense his lifelong skills, so that he and Banpu Zhiliang could die together.
But he still smiled at Banura Zhiliang.
Banpu Zhiliang showed a sneer and jerked his head. Just when He Changchun's martial soul hand touched his body, it suddenly disappeared, leaving only a fluttering coat in the air.
He Changchun was shocked, secretly thinking that it was not good, and quickly took back his martial spirit.
But it was too late at this time. Just when his martial soul was about to return, there was a slight fluctuation in the air above his body, and a strong murderous intention struck.
The space seemed to split open, and a wooden knife appeared above He Changchun's head, slashing down from top to bottom.
It was too late for He Changchun to hide, so he could only block it with his hands.
But at this time, the martial spirit has not yet completely returned to its position, and it is all resisted by the physical body.
Although his powerful diamond finger withstood the sword strike just now, it was only after preparation, and Zhiliang Banura did not use all his strength in the first strike.
At this time, Banpu Zhiliang escaped from the air and made a sneak attack. He was also condescending and took advantage of the situation to form a sword, which was more powerful than before. However, He Changchun resisted hastily, and his martial spirit did not return to his position in time.
One increase and one decrease, the outcome can be imagined.
Cut it off with one knife.
Banpu Zhiliang landed on the ground, half squatting on the ground, with the wooden knife in his hand pointing to the ground. A drop of blood dripped from the tip of the knife.
Then, there were a few clicks and a few fingers fell to the ground.
He Changchun stood there with his arms raised like stone statues, but the ten fingers of his hands were cut off at the same level.
This time, people were frightened.
Liu Jinsheng and He Changchun have always been the pride of Nanjiang Wulin. Today, they both broke through their innate talents and developed martial arts spirits. This is a grand event in Nanjiang Wulin, and even in the entire Chinese Wulin, it is a good story to be proud of.
Today, this pride was cut off with a sword.
And this person is actually a warrior from Japan.
Banpu Zhiliang turned around and took a step back, and the falling gray coat happened to fall on him.
He stretched out his arms, put on his coat, and gently wiped the wooden knife in his hand with his sleeves. His movements were extremely chic.
But the more dashing he was, the more uncomfortable and aggrieved the people in Nanjiang Wulin felt.
Banpu Zhiliang laughed loudly: "The so-called martial arts is nothing more than that! Chinese martial arts is in vain called orthodox. From now on, it will be ranked behind our Tian Nin Sect."
"Nonsense!" Suddenly hearing a loud shout, Bai Fuming stood up and said angrily, "Do you really think that there is no one in China?"
Banpu Zhiliang glanced at him, shook his head, and said in his somewhat stiff Mandarin: "You are not as good as the two of them, and you are no match for me!"
Bai Fuming blushed. He has not yet entered the innate world, and is indeed not as good as Liu Jinsheng and He Changchun.
But as the president of the East China Martial Arts Association, he must stand up and speak at this time.
"Hmph! So what? There are so many talented people in China, do you dare to go to Jinling and challenge my master?"
"Who is your master?"
"Zhu Xiaoyuan!"
"Well, I know, the first grandmaster in East China! I will challenge him. But you," he stretched out a finger, shook it, and said two words contemptuously, "No!"