In the martial arts performance field of Tiexue Hall, five young girls stood neatly in a row.
Murong Bai slowly looked at the five proud disciples of Li Yongchang, the two girls who looked exactly the same, were the two who had stood behind Murong Bai at the banquet.
The other three teenagers were full of heroism, each carrying a heavy broad sword, and they all looked eager to try.
"Are there two kinds of sword skills practiced by Tiexuetang?"
Murong Bai noticed that the two girls' swords were soft and soft, while the three boys' swords were heavy swords that few people use in the world, so he asked immediately.
"Mr. Murong has good eyesight!" Li Yongchang replied, "When Iron Blood Hall was founded, it was through this heavy sword skill that I was able to gain a foothold in Chang'an City. However, this heavy sword had extremely high requirements for qualifications and was difficult for ordinary people to practice. In addition, Iron Blood Hall gradually developed into the largest sect in Jiahuifang, so my master began to teach ordinary swordsmanship."
"The hall leader is also practicing heavy swords?"
"Haha, that's natural. You can't let down your skills in this sect, otherwise you won't be the master of this hall."
Li Yongchang said: "Whose one of them wants to train first?"
"I can't say that training is just to improve each other, and I can also benefit from it."
"Young Master Murong, please be polite."
Li Yongchang shouted: "You five, Mr. Murong is embarrassed to speak up. Which of you wants to challenge first?"
"I'll do it!" Among the five people, the boy on the left shouted first.
"Niu Junyi, you have not practiced Kung Fu yet. The first one is like embarrassing me?" Li Yongchang curled his lips and looked at the girl on the far right.
"Yiyi, come first!"
Murong Bai frowned. He was inexplicably disgusted with Li Yongchang's intervention. He had clearly stated that he wanted them to make their own decisions.
But he didn't think too much about it. Murong Bai's first opponent had already come to him.
The girl drew her sword and stood in front of Murong Bai. Her eyes looked at Murong Bai, then she quickly lowered her head, two bright red balls flew on her face, and the girl said in a glutinous voice:
"Qi Yiyi, please give me advice from Mr. Murong."
"Please give me advice."
The girl took a deep breath, suppressed her uneasiness, and took the lead in drawing the sword.
Murong Bai tilted his head and flashed through the straight stab of the girl Qi Yiyi. The long sword that had not yet been unsheathed slapped the opponent's soft sword sword. The soft sword rippled like water, and the sword light instantly covered Murong Bai's face.
"Tsk..."
Murong Bai's expression gradually became solemn. The girl had already taken back this move, and then stabbed Murong Bai's lower abdomen.
Murong Bai still did not draw his sword. He turned his long sword upside down, pressed his index finger against the sword, hooked Qi Yiyi's soft sword, and exerted force with a fierce wrist, pulling the soft sword towards his shoulder.
Qi Yiyi was shocked. She had never seen such a trick before, so how could she call the enemy to her?
However, her surprise lasted for only a moment. The next moment, Murong Bai completely subverted her perception of swords.
Qi Yiyi's soft sword crossed over Murong Bai's shoulder. The girl gritted her teeth and wanted to slash at his head, but unexpectedly, Murong Bai's unsheathed sword was just resting on the soft sword's sword as if nothing had happened. Qi Yiyi felt an irresistible force that made it difficult for her to move a little.
Murong Bai flicked the sword finger gently, and a cold light suddenly appeared, and "Feng Ming" finally got out of the sheath.
The hilt of the sword was pressed against the girl's shoulders, Murong Bai's wrist shook, and "Fengming" flashed red light and turned around Qi Yiyi's neck, and fell on Murong Bai's other hand.
The ending was no longer suspense. Murong Bai put "Fengming" on Qi Yiyi's chest and declared the first victory.
"Girl." Murong Bai said, "Remember, the scabbard and the sword are the whole. If you lose the scabbard, it is equivalent to half of the weak."
"Thank you, Mr. Murong, for your advice." Qi Yiyi lowered her head and said in a low voice.
"Hmph! It's really useless, get out of here!" Li Yongchang said coldly.
The girl retreated in shame, her eyes wet and tears were rising.
"Next?"
"Master, I'll do it!"
Before Li Yongchang nodded and agreed, the young man had already stepped out of the line, smashed the heavy sword to the ground, laughing:
"Iron Blood Hall, Zhang Yuanyang, please give me advice from Mr. Murong!"
Murong Bai glanced at Li Yongchang, and saw that the latter had no intention of objection, he replied: "Please!"
Zhang Yuanyang smiled grimly, held the heavy sword in both hands, and slashed at Murong Bai on his head.
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But Murong Bai did not dodge or avoid, and raised the "Fengming" out of the sheath to block it.
He had never dealt with the heavy sword before. After coming to Chang'an, Murong Bai really saw many things he had never seen before.
The power of the heavy sword is as famous as it is, in this world, there is probably only a Modao that can compare with it.
Murong Bai only felt a huge force coming from his wrist. The next moment, he had the idea of moving and dodging away.
He blinked, unable to believe that he really had this impulse.
"His cultivation is only at the highest level of the fourth grade, which is two levels away from me. Why do I succumb to his power!"
"Is it this heavy sword?"
Murong Bai curled the corners of his mouth slightly and became interested in it.
The young man Zhang Yuanyang was still immersed in complacency. Seeing Murong Bai being suppressed by him, he was still thinking that the only young leader of the martial arts world was just like this, just relying on having a good father.
I think so, after all, he is not much older than himself. How could he be the rumored second-grade realm, and even a god can't do it!
Just as he was proud, Murong Bai's cold voice came into his ears:
"When facing an enemy, don't be unhappy!"
Zhang Yuanyang was extremely surprised. Murong Bai suddenly burst out with a powerful force, overturning Zhang Yuanyang backwards.
This move shocked everyone on the court, including Li Yongchang. Someone actually overturned the heavy sword with just brute force?
It's impossible...
A hint of surprise flashed in Li Yongchang's eyes, followed by a strong sense of fanaticism.
"It's worthy of being a Murong family!"
Zhang Yuanyang stood up from the ground with his butt, spit hard, and said with a grim smile:
"Mr. Murong is the first person besides my master who can repel my heavy sword head-on, and Zhang Yuanyang admires it!"
"But, Mr. Murong's blind defense is a bit disappointing, and it's not satisfying!"
"Even though Mr. Murong has done his best, Zhang Yuanyang is not afraid of being beaten. Even if he dies, he will die without regrets!"
Murong Bai nodded slightly: "As you wish."
Zhang Yuanyang's pupils suddenly contracted, and Murong Bai disappeared in front of him at some point.
"So fast!" The brothers and sisters behind him suddenly exclaimed.
Zhang Yuanyang subconsciously turned around, and the three-foot sword tip was stabbing between his eyebrows.
He roared angrily, lifted the heavy sword with one hand, swung a gust of wind, and smashed it straight towards Murong Bai.
As he said, Zhang Yuanyang was not afraid of death, but Murong Bai could not really kill anyone.
He turned into a slap, and the sword god slapped Zhang Yuanyang's face. The latter's head became dizzy immediately, and the heavy sword also lost its target and hit the ground at Murong Bai's feet, splashing a burst of gravel.
Zhang Yuanyang fell to the ground again, Li Yongchang sighed and said impatiently:
"Niu Junyi, take your senior brother down!"
The first boy who spoke quickly dragged the fainted Zhang Yuanyang down quickly, and then jumped onto the field excitedly.
"Mr. Murong, please give me advice!"
This time, he didn't even give Murong Bai a chance to reply, so he swung the heavy sword and slashed it.
Like Zhang Yuanyang, Murong Bai also figured out the martial arts methods of this young man. After a few simple moves, Murong Bai suddenly stabbed the boy's lower plate.
Unlike Zhang Yuanyang, although the young man's offensive was more fierce, his pace was slow and his lower plate was obviously unstable.
As the saying goes, shooting a man first, shooting a horse, capturing a thief first. Finding his weaknesses to win is the easiest and effective method. No matter how powerful a master fights, it is just like this.
The boy fell to the ground powerlessly, and threw the heavy sword to the side.
He held his knees and said stubbornly: "I don't accept it! You just hit my lower plate!"
"Do you think your opponent will only pick your strong point when facing the enemy? Get me back with something embarrassing!" Li Yongchang's face turned red and he cursed.
The next two disciples did not improve much compared to the first three.
Murong Bai solved them within five moves, and finally commented one or two.
Seeing the five people feeling lost, Murong Bai suddenly felt that he had acted too quickly and did not take care of their emotions.
He had agreed to give advice on swordsmanship, but he defeated these five elite disciples of the Iron Blood Hall by just using the most basic sword moves, and it did not have the effect he should have at all.
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Murong Bai looked at Li Yongchang awkwardly, and the latter obviously realized this and said:
"Mr. Murong, these five disciples under my command are too stupid and cannot understand the exquisite sword moves of Murong Villa. Why not do this? You fight me and let them watch from the side. What do you think?"
Murong Bai was stunned for a moment. After thinking about it carefully, what Li Yongchang said was not unreasonable.
Although he was eager to leave the Iron Blood Hall that made him feel uncomfortable now, he always had to do things with kindness and righteousness. Murong Bai's five disciples, Li Yongchang, had a good impression of them. If he could give them something, he would leave something.
"good!"
"Then, Mr. Murong, please."
Li Yongchang smiled, took the heavy sword from his apprentice, waved it gently, and a gust of wind suddenly blew on the field.
A cold sweat quietly appeared on Murong Bai's forehead. The feeling that Li Yongchang gave him was very dangerous.
He weighed the pound of the heavy sword, and roughly estimated that it was no less than fifty pounds!
Such a heavy thing seemed as light as nothing in Li Yongchang's hands. Li Yongchang's expression was very plain, and he could not see any difficulty.
"ha!"
Li Yongchang shouted loudly, held the sword in both hands, and actually jumped up.
Murong Bai did not dare to neglect, and the "Feng Ming" who returned to the sheath was pulled out by him at the first time.
Li Yongchang was condescending and his power was even stronger. Murong Bai had been locked by his aura and could not be avoided.
But Murong Bai just came forward.
Instead of trying to dodge, he faced the heavy sword and launched a charge.
The two swords collided, and Murong Bai took advantage of the opportunity to raise his body, stepped on Li Yongchang's heavy sword, and jumped into the air.
Li Yongchang landed on the ground and inserted the heavy sword into the ground. Then his wrist veins bulged, pulling up the heavy sword along with the ground.
"Go to me!"
Li Yongchang used all his strength to throw the heavy sword at Murong Bai who was falling rapidly in the air.
The ground on the heavy sword suddenly burst into pieces in the air and flew everywhere.
If it were an ordinary person, he would be knocked into holes by these stones and soil.
Murong Bai looked cold, and the gravel that was powerful enough to make ordinary people into holes hit him, but even a piece of ashes could not fall.
In other words, before there was time to leave traces, the internal force that had fluctuated violently on his body burned to ashes.
"Flying Firefly!"
The flames flowed like water on the "Fengming" sword. The tips of the two swords collided together, and the terrifying temperature burst out made everyone unable to open their eyes.
When the high temperature slowly dissipated, the people of the Iron Blood Hall standing beside him were surprised to find that Murong Bai was unscathed and the precious "Feng Ming" sword was retracted by him.
On the other hand, my master was sweating profusely and looked tired.
The heavy sword that Iron Blood Hall was proud of was turned into a burning piece of iron.
"Haoran Sword Book is well-deserved!" Li Yongchang exclaimed, the fanaticism in his eyes did not diminish.
"It's a pity that I specialize in practicing sword intent, and my help to the disciples of the sect is probably minimal."
"They will not forget it." Li Yongchang gasped, "Neither I."
"It's getting late..."
Murong Bai looked up at the sky. It was the sunny weather, and this statement seemed to be inappropriate.
"If nothing else, Murong Bai will leave first."
"Li did so much today, and I would like to forgive me."
“It’s okay.”
"Since that's the case, please Mr. Murong!" Li Yongchang waved his hand, "Zhang Yuanyang, Niu Junyi, Zhang Yuanfeng, see off the guests!"
The three disciples who had fought with Murong Bai led Murong Bai out and sent him until he left Jiahuifang.
In the Iron Blood Hall, Li Yongchang, who was alone in the quiet room, sat cross-legged.
On the small table in front of him, a piece of rice paper was spread out, with human figures on it, which was clearly the trick Murong Bai had used before!
Li Yongchang frowned, his fingers closed together, and kept gestureing in front of him.
His gaze was firmly locked on the last portrait.
No, that is not a portrait at all, there is only a sword drawn there!