It was as if every raindrop, once it fell on him, could penetrate his body!
Wu Zhi put his hand on the handle of the knife.
His sword is still in its scabbard.
The moment the blade was unsheathed, a ray of light flashed past!
"Ping!"
A sound like shattering glass suddenly came.
All Cai Chi's attacks came to an abrupt end at this moment!
Cai Chi, who was still in mid-air, rolled in the air and finally stumbled to the ground.
When people looked at the sword in his hand that they were bragging about just now, saying that it took seven, seven and forty-nine days to forge at the Sword Making Villa, they discovered that there was only one hilt left in the sword!
The black sword blade had already been broken into pieces and scattered on the ground.
"What just happened?"
"Can anyone see clearly?"
"Who can see how Wu Zhi drew the sword just now?"
The surprised voices of the knights and knights came from the crowd.
But no matter who asked a question, no one could answer.
Because they couldn't see clearly, Wu Zhi's sword was too fast!
Surprisingly fast!
It’s so fast that you can’t see it!
Coming soon!
Among so many people present, there were very few people who could actually see how Wu Zhi used the sword.
But those knights-errants who usually only brag about how good their master is and how awesome they are, were all dumbfounded.
Some even opened their mouths so wide that saliva was flowing out without even realizing it.
Looking at Cai Chi again, his face looked uncertain at this time.
The master spent a huge amount of money and connections to forge a sword for him. This kind of treatment is not available to other brothers in the sect.
Cai Wei was also proud of this.
But he didn't expect that this sword would be cut into pieces by Wu Zhi with one strike!
This move used by Wu Zhi has never been seen by anyone else.
On the one hand, this is because the speed at which he draws the sword is too fast, and on the other hand, the way he holds the sword is different from ordinary people.
At this time, Wu Zhi actually held the knife behind his back.
Under normal circumstances, people hold the handle of the knife and point the tip of the knife toward their enemy.
But Wu Zhi held the handle of the knife with his backhand, the back of the knife was against his arm, and the blade was pointed at Wu Zhi's back.
"What a strange way to hold the sword. What on earth is this Wu Zhi going to do?"
"Haha! You are indeed the master of the Black and White Wuchang Martial Arts Village! I didn't bet the wrong money with these ten taels of silver."
"Master Wu Zhuang, hurry up and beat the young master down. As long as you win, I can get 100 taels of silver!"
Below the arena, cheers continued.
After Cai Chi was stunned for a short time, he looked at Wu Zhi with a sneer in his eyes.
He said to Wu Zhi: "Do you think you have defeated me?"
Wu Zhi shrugged: "I don't think so. It's just that I feel like your master doesn't pay much attention to you."
"What did you say!?"
Cai Chi roared angrily.
Wu Zhi was still smiling: "What I said should be right, right?"
"Look at you, you really seem to be the most beloved disciple of the leader of the martial arts world. But you keep saying that the sword made by the Sword Forging Villa cannot withstand my sword?"
"Look at the knife in my hand. It was just randomly beaten by a blacksmith on the roadside."
"Asshole! How dare you slander my master?"
Cai Chi was furious, but Wu Zhi smiled and shook his head.
He stretched out his left hand and shook it slightly in the air.
"No, no, no, you heard wrong. I am not slandering your master, I just think you are ridiculous."
"Obviously, in the eyes of your master, you are just a dispensable person. You just find someone to beat a broken sword with, and you still treat him like a treasure and show it off everywhere."
