Volume 1 Blue Bird 42 A Deathmatch Between Swordsmen
"When" the two knives collided with the sharp sword, scattered sparks flew out from the blade edge.
The black panther took the opportunity to carry the navigator on his back, crossed Musin, and wound up the ninth branch of the giant tree.
Chen Ren swung his hands hard, and the sound of cutting metal suddenly sounded. The black plum swung, and the sharp blade in Mu Xin's hand suddenly had a crack. The crack was not big, but it became a life-threatening weakness in a deadly fight.
"Lingcui" Mu Xin's expression was distorted, and he gritted his teeth and said something. He immediately changed his attack plan with the long sword in his hand, and no longer had a head-on confrontation with the horizontal sword.
Glancing at the mark cut by Wu Mei, Chen Ren did not dare to be careless and was always on guard against his opponents.
"Two swords? Wave" white light flashed, numerous in number, and the sword marks stopped in the air to form huge waves that rushed toward Mu Xin.
The sword in his hand is his opponent's weakness, so he must take advantage of this weakness and push the opponent to the limit.
The clanking sound of swords clashing together made the corner of his mouth curl up.
That's it, the sword in Mu Xin's hand will definitely break if it keeps colliding with it. Thinking of this, he swings the sword even harder in his hand, and the force on his right hand becomes even heavier.
"Yan Hui" kept whining from the long sword in his hand, and Mu Xin jumped back to avoid the next round of intensive slashes. Seizing the very short gap that appeared when the wave switched, a sword cry sounded, and three thrusts were carried out almost simultaneously.
out.
Three sharp swords appeared in Chen Ren's sight at the same time, and this blow could not be avoided.
The fuel was ignited, and a blue halo appeared in his eyes. This was another use of fuel that he realized when he was on the trestle. While the fuel was ignited, his understanding increased significantly, and it could be used as a way to observe opponents in battle.
The advantage is that when you fight against a target whose kendo is higher than your own, you will gain a lot of the opponent's kendo skills. Not only can you quickly understand your opponent, but you can also increase your own kendo accumulation.
Of course, there are good things and bad things. The influx of information will increase the mental burden, and there is still a battle to deal with. Calculated based on his current mental energy of thirty-two points, it only takes three minutes to get ahead.
"Hu" A large amount of information suddenly poured in, and he was extremely concentrated. Although he still couldn't see through Yan Hui's attack method, he could already feel the place where it attacked.
"Ding ding ding" the sword was raised horizontally, and all three thrusts landed on the blade.
There are three gaps in the plum blossom, almost cutting it off at the waist.
He took a big step diagonally and lifted up the black plum in his hand from bottom to top. White light appeared on the edge of the blade, leaving a shadow. If this hit hit, Mu Xin would be seriously injured even if he didn't die.
Mu Xin had no time to retreat, so he had to lean back. The black plum blossoms went down his chin, and a handful of white beard flew away in the wind.
As soon as the blow missed, Chen Ren turned around and a black plum came out of his hand and embedded heavily into Mu Xin's chest, causing blood to pour out.
The victory or defeat was decided, and just when the fuel burning was about to stop, a sudden change occurred.
Mu Xin stood up slowly while shaking his body. The fake plum that had been inserted into his chest was pulled out and thrown to the ground. Blood spattered out, staining his entire chest with blood.
From the wound cut by the imitation black plum, tiny blood-red vines began to emerge, densely packed. The vines shuttled through the muscles, the wound was sutured together, and the blood stopped flowing. Only a ferocious and twisted scar remained.
Before it was over, blood-colored vines surged under Mu Xin's skin, and protrusions wandered around his body. There were vines sprouting from every joint, surrounding each other and connecting them together.
Soon enough, the vines took control of Mu Xin's body in the blink of an eye.
"Ka, ka" After being parasitized, Mu Xin raised his head and neck and made a crisp sound. A pair of eyes that had been occupied by vines stared at Chen Ren.
"Apprentice, apprentice, I hate it so much." Maybe the vines have taken over Mu Xin's brain and mistakenly recognized Chen Ren as his apprentice. He let out a hoarse roar in his throat, and his figure quickly moved in front of his opponent, white light flashing,
Punch out.
Chen Ren raised the knife and felt a huge force coming towards him. Severe pain came from his wrist. His body suddenly flew backwards. When he regained consciousness, he had already appeared outside the giant tree and fell down.
Wu Mei changed hands, and moved her body close to the trunk of the giant tree. She stabbed it fiercely and slowed down her fall.
When he came to a complete stop, he let out a long breath. After the vines took over Mu Xin's body, his strength increased to a terrifying level. In the previous confrontation, his wrist felt as if it had been hit by a giant beast, and he could not resist it at all.
Holding the handle of the knife in his hand, his body swung back down onto the giant wooden steps.
It seems that he needs to change his tactics, try not to make contact with the opponent's fists, and find the right opportunity to kill him with one blow. But are his heart and brain still fatal to him? It is doubtful.
With a "duang" sound, the steps shattered, sawdust flew everywhere, and stirred up a burst of dust.
Mu Xin jumped from the third branch and landed in front of Chen Ren, leaving no chance for the other party to breathe.
The wind of the fist roared, the roar of surging force, and the dull sound echoed everywhere in the air.
Chen Ren rolled on the spot and hurriedly dodged. His fist passed by his shoulder. It was clear that he missed it, but the robe on his shoulder was still blown to pieces by the strong wind, and his skin was bruised and purple.
The stairs made of giant wood behind him were blasted out of thin air, creating a shallow pit.
The hair on his back stood up and was instantly soaked with cold sweat. If Mu Xin in front of him was not unconscious, he might have been brought into the boxing realm by the bloody vines.
He could see clearly that when the fists covered with blood vines on the joints struck, the air in front of the fists was distorted.
"Why are you still alive? Didn't I bury you in the blood vines? How could you still come out?" Mu Xin roared hysterically, looking crazy. The bulges caused by the blood vines running freely under the skin appeared on his face.
Terrible and terrifying.
His arms were waving wildly, and the strong wind was raging.
"Die to me, I'll die, you evil disciple, drag me into the abyss." He shouted loudly, venting the hatred buried in his heart. His fingers were bent into claws, and he grabbed the disciple in his eyes.
Seeing this, Chen Ren did not retreat but instead advanced. Ever since the blood vine completed its parasitism, Mu Xin's punch speed had not slowed down at all. He already knew that he could no longer delay the fight if he wanted to end it.
He stepped forward, raised the knife, and lowered his body. His movements were smooth and fluid as he dodged the claw strikes and slashed the target's chest with all his strength.
The blade of the knife slashed across his chest, and a slash that penetrated his upper body suddenly appeared, almost cutting his upper body into two pieces.
But the scene of blood spurting out did not appear. On the contrary, the blood seemed to be concentrated and became thicker. The blood vines suddenly gush out, and the wounds that penetrated the body were squeezed together. The bulge under the skin twisted for a while, and the body re-formed.
Connect together.
Mu Xin seemed to have no control over his body, and his expression did not change at all.
Witnessing this scene at close range made Chen Ren's scalp redden unconsciously, and the blood vine almost touched his body.
The thick blood cannot be absorbed by Wu Mei, which provides extra physical strength. After fierce battles, his physical strength is now only three levels less than what it was in its prime.
He grabbed hold of the gap where the blood vine was still repairing Mu Xin's body, stepped heavily across his body, and stabbed the black plum blade with his backhand into his heart and came out through his body.