The four hundred and fortieth chapters learn swordsmanship
Li Luo was also stunned, looked at Tang Mengjue, and asked harmoniously: "Does Young Master Tang know about this sword?"
Tang Mengjue suppressed the shock in his heart and muttered: "Mengjue has heard the elders of the clan talking about it, General, haven't you heard of this sword?"
"There was a little explanation when I received it as a gift from an old friend, but I have never known about this sword. Does Mr. Tang know its origin?"
Tang Mengjue's expression changed, and he said in a deep voice: "Mengjue doesn't know the details, so he doesn't dare to comment on himself. When Mengjue goes back, I will ask the elders in the family. If they know, Mengjue will be the general who delivers the message."
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After saying that, he looked at Song Wuxin and said in a solemn voice, "Wuxin, although I don't know the origin of this sword, if this sword is Minghong, it is indeed a rare foreign object in the world, so you must be careful."
After saying that, he paused for a moment, turned to look at Li Luo, and said harmoniously: "General, please show mercy."
Song Wuxin was shocked when he saw that Tang Mengjue was serious about his matter. Based on the knowledge of the Tang family and the fact that a person like Tang Mengjue was so cautious, the long knife in Li Luo's palm might not only be an ordinary sharp weapon, but the senior masters of the Song family might also know about this knife.
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Song Wuxin put aside the distracting thoughts in his heart and said in a deep voice: "The general is a guest from afar, please."
Li Luo nodded, said nothing more, and replied calmly: "Please."
The long knife was turned slightly, and the Minghong knife was thrust out without any hesitation, and it was pointed at Song Wuxin.
Li Luo's offensive intention was not strong, and the Daluo sword was used in a decisive battle, without using all his strength.
Everyone in the venue looked at each other attentively, except Li Yuanxi who didn't pay attention, but looked elsewhere in the courtyard.
Song Wuxin's expression was solemn, his brows slightly furrowed. The long knife in Li Luo's palm seemed real but not real, virtual but not virtual. The real and virtual could flow freely, and he was uncertain.
Song Wuxin had no choice but to take half a step back and avoid the attack. He was forced to retreat without even taking the attack. This was the first time since he had perfected his sword skills.
Li Luo did not take advantage of the situation to attack, but paused for a moment. Song Wuxin took a deep breath and said in a loud voice: "General, take Wuxin's sword."
After saying that, he used the sharp blade in his hand to carve out a cross out of thin air. The sword energy condensed and never dispersed, and he moved towards Li Luo.
The knife is not quick, but although the courtyard is large, it gives people the illusion of being unavoidable. It seems that this simple carving can cover the whole world, which is really remarkable.
Song Wuxin's mental skills and martial arts were all superior to Song Wuxia's, but it was just that the Song family had a Tianzong Perfect, so he was not very famous in the world. In terms of true talent and practical knowledge, he was probably able to compete with Taishu's ancient generation.
Li Luo secretly praised, and the Minghong sword came out lightly and fell again, pointing at the place where Song Wuxin's sword was the most powerful.
Tang Mengjue nodded slightly. The vertical and horizontal sword fighting skills of the Song family are indeed rare skills in the world. When he and Song Wuque were competing with each other in the past years, Tang Mengjue also suffered a secret loss in this move. One vertical and one horizontal move.
There is really no sequence. If the force of the sword cannot be blocked, an attack like the waves of an angry sea will follow, which is extremely difficult to deal with.
Li Luo was just seeing this move for the first time, but he was able to get a glimpse of how to break it, which was inevitably shocking.
When Song Wuxin saw Li Luo strike at the center of the cross, he was not surprised but happy. His inner energy poured into the long knife along his arm. In a daze, a whirlpool appeared in the middle of the vertical and horizontal knife marks. It was bottomless and he drew the Minghong Dao towards it.
, just like a wild beast that chooses people to devour, trying to devour both Minghong Dao and Li Luo.
A cold light flashed in Leng Bing's eyes. Such sword skills, even if not shocking, were rare in the world. The hand holding the sword hilt tightened slightly, glanced at Tang Mengjue, and slowly exhaled.
The sharpness of the Ming Hong Dao did not diminish, and its moves remained unchanged. It fell into the trap as calmly as ever. Tang Mengjue frowned, unable to guess how Li Luoyu would break the move.
In the blink of an eye, half of the Ming Hong Sword had been caught in the vertical and horizontal sword strikes. However, Song Wuxin looked at Li Luo with a slight smile on his face, but there was no joy in his heart. Instead, he was uneasy, not knowing how Li Luo would change his moves.
In this situation, it is difficult to get off the tiger, and it is no longer possible to change the moves. The only way is to break through Li Luo's sword technique and then make a plan.
Everyone in the field held their breaths, and Tang Mengjue's face changed slightly. He did not expect that victory would be determined by just one move, but it was too fast.
The knife entered, curled, broke, and shattered. A burst of dazzling light erupted from the point where the two knives met, and there were several clear cracking sounds. The sword suddenly shattered, and a figure flew out upside down.
Tang Mengjue's body felt like lightning, and he jumped to catch the flying figure. After landing, the figure let out a slightly painful groan, and it was Song Wuxin.
Just when Tang Mengjue and the two landed, a few feet away from their sides, Li Yuanxi was standing quietly aside, looking at the two of them coldly.
Tang Mengjue looked at Li Yuanxi and smiled kindly, but he did not hide the shock and fear in his eyes.
Li Luo stood blankly in the field, looking at the Ming Hong Dao in his hand, his eyes filled with surprise, and he was in a daze.
Leng Bing and Tang Mengjue both stared at the Minghong Dao in Li Luo's hand with different expressions. Song Wuxin might have lost to Li Luo, but he lost so quickly, but they both secretly took a breath of cold air.
Song Wuxin seemed unable to believe that he would be defeated in one move, and was speechless for a long time.
Li Luo looked at Song Wuxin and said apologetically: "Master Song, Li Luo made a mistake. This is indeed wrong."
Song Wuxin let out a long sigh, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "It has nothing to do with the general. It's because he sat in a well and looked at the sky unintentionally. The way of martial arts is like a vast sea of stars. A mediocre person's self-promotion is just self-deception. The general's martial arts are better than the general. He doesn't know how much better. He has no intention to learn."
"Young Master Song is serious, this battle is not a bad one, it's just that the troops are at a disadvantage. Even I didn't expect the blade to be so sharp. Mr. Song's vertical and horizontal sword skills are quite unique. They are really rare skills in the world. If it were replaced by
With an ordinary weapon, it would be extremely difficult to defeat Mr. Song’s sword skills."
Song Wuxin was obviously at a loss. He lowered his head and glanced at the remaining half of the hilt of the knife in his palm. Xiao Suo sighed inwardly. Li Luo had given enough face by saying this. Only he knew that the weapon in his hand was not one of the few in Da Gan.
It is a magic weapon, but it is by no means an ordinary weapon. It can be broken into pieces in just one move. It is difficult to guess how deep this Da Gan Li Luo's Da Luo sword will be.
Perhaps the competition between Li Luo and Song Wuxin passed too quickly. Leng Bing and Tang Mengjue had no intention of competing again, and neither of them mentioned the invitation to fight just now.
After entering the house, several people sat around the table. Song Wuxin's expression was the same as when he entered the court just now, and there was no difference in his appearance.
After chatting for a while, Leng Bing asked indifferently: "Young Master Tang is also here to choose a son-in-law for the Miss Song family?"
Tang Mengjue laughed and said: "Yes, and no."
Leng Bingbing snorted and did not answer. Li Luo smiled slightly and said: "If Mr. Tang chooses a son-in-law, I'm afraid he will be treated differently."
Tang Mengjue smiled when he heard this and shook his head slightly.
Song Wuxin responded with a smile: "What the general said is absolutely true. It's a pity that although my little sister is a stunning beauty in the world, I'm afraid she still can't attract Brother Tang's mind. If Brother Tang is interested, hehe." (To be continued.)