The "citizens" were excited and the viewers were in an uproar.
It turned out that while everyone was talking about it, there were two "civilian husbands" who had always been at odds with each other. They started arguing after just a few words, and finally ended up fighting!
The extraneous scene was so overwhelming that the "Three Swords of Shangqing" and "Eight Heroes of Weizhou" who were originally fighting in a fierce battle also stopped and looked at this more lively scene.
The people watching the fierce fight were mesmerized when they were suddenly interrupted by these two idiots, and they were all furious! So they all took action, pulled the two people apart, lifted them up, and threw them into Tongyuan with "plop, plop"
in the ditch. Then he continued to show interest and turned his attention back to Yang Chaoxi, Lin Jieyuan and others.
Yang Chaoxi relaxed his muscles a little, and sneered: "It's interesting to shoot the bow from left to right! However, if you only know the Judge's Pen, I wonder if you can catch the next sword technique?"
"Young man with a yellow mouth, your sword skills are mediocre, but your verbal skills are really good! Use whatever tricks you have, and I'll poke you in the big hole later, and you won't have a chance." Lin Jieyuan immediately retorted, but the words seemed to come from between his teeth.
It was squeezed out from the middle, and there was a deep chill in it.
As Yang Chaoxi breathed in and out, the two qi of the innate and acquired qi in the three Dantians began to move vigorously and flowed along the Little Zhoutian. Repeatedly and repeatedly with each breath, the two qi that overflowed from the pores filled the whole body, nourishing the limbs and bones.
There are many more auras flowing along the right arm, wrapping the Xuantong sword, faintly projecting a warm and crystal brilliance.
Lin Jieyuan didn't wait for him to finish gathering momentum. He jumped up, and a pair of judge's pens rushed towards Yang Chaoxi's eyes. "Ding ding!" Yang Chaoxi returned the sword, steadily stopped the judge's pen in the middle, and slashed.
Two sparks shot out. The energy transmitted through the blade made Lin Jieyuan secretly shocked: This kid is so powerful!
Yang Chaoxi just made a mediocre defensive move, relying on clumsiness and cleverness to attack later, which is in line with the sword purpose of "Gongsun Sword Technique". When Lin Jieyuan withdrew his pen and attacked again, the long sword in his hand suddenly popped out, drawing a silver line.
The bright half arc used offense instead of defense, stabbing straight into Lin Jieyuan's chest.
This is an apparently easy-to-understand move, "using a crook to hit the straight", and less than half of the "civilians" in the audience recognized it: it was Gongsun's swordsmanship!
Lin Jieyuan also sneered. His pens were like raindrops in his hands, and he kept saying: "What kind of shocking swordsmanship did I think it was? It turns out to be the 'Gongsun Swordsmanship' that is well known in Luoyang City. This kid is so confident that he is bullying me.
Is Xiong ignorant and ignorant?"
Yang Chaoxi smiled unpredictably: "So what if everyone knows about it? If you don't understand the Samadhi of Sword Purpose and just learn a set of specious moves, it's just like learning from Handan and imitating others."
While talking, the sword was drawn without any chaos. If it were not for the crowd of "civilians" whispering and making a lot of noise, a careful person would be able to hear that the Xuantong sword was being stirred by the two qi, and it actually made a "buzzing" sound!
Each ray of sword light was like a piece of silk. The strands were interlaced and superimposed, and soon they were woven into a thick cocoon, wrapping up Lin Jieyuan's offensive!
Lin Jieyuan's pair of judge's pens danced like crazy, but they were strong and easy to break, and their fierce will was hard to sustain! They were soon suppressed by the endless sword light. And the force coming from the judge's pen became heavier and heavier, as if in his hand.
What is being handled is no longer two slender pens, but two heavy iron pestles!
A sudden realization came to Lin Jieyuan's mind. This is the method of "conquering strength with softness"! If he continues to attack violently, his strength and fighting spirit will be exhausted, and he will be defeated and run away.
Thinking of this, Lin Jieyuan's two pens suddenly launched several offensive attacks, attacking many key points in front of Yang Chaoxi's body. It was actually a strategy of defending but not attacking, trading lives for lives!
Although Yang Chaoxi was surprised, he did not rush forward. He ducked slightly to avoid Lin Jieyuan's desperate attack, hoping to see clearly what medicine he was selling in the gourd.
At this moment, Lin Jieyuan's body retreated more than two feet. It turned out that he had just sacrificed his life to attack, but he was actually advancing in order to retreat! In this way, he bought himself a buffer time that could not exceed one breath. In this less than one breath,
I saw him clasp the ends of a pair of judge pens, pull and flick them hard, and pull out an eight-foot-long rope out of thin air!
The rope tied up a pair of judge's pens, forming a strange weapon called "Flying Stone Rope" that was both soft and strong. Lin Jieyuan twisted his iron palms between the ropes and then waved them. The rope was pulled by the inertia of the two pens.
It was as straight as a thin stick, and all the "civilians" watching it clapped their hands and applauded.
The rope was made of hemp, which had been wetted by the canal water for a long time, and had good toughness. Under Lin Jieyuan's "hooking, wrapping, throwing, and belting" operations, the flying stone rope cut through the air and made a sharp whistle.
Like a reminder of death!
Lin Jieyuan used his hands and feet together. The pair of judge's pens tied with ropes were like flying birds and insects, always shooting at cunning and weird angles, making it difficult for people to guard against. However, his figure was only six feet away from the attack.
Reluctant to get close, Yang Chaoxi's exquisite sword skills were beyond his reach!
The rigidity of the stylus complements the flexibility of the rope!
Faced with the same sword moves that used softness to overcome strength, Yang Zhaoxi swung his sword repeatedly, slashing down the suddenly flying judge's pen several times, but was trapped in the same place, unable to move forward. Lin Jieyuan's pair of judge's pens were pulled up and down by ropes, flying up and down, swallowing.
So freely, at first it looks like an eel coming out of its cave, and suddenly it looks like a snake dancing!
Yang Chaoxi's "Gongsun Sword Technique" is good at defense. The sword lights are layered and densely intertwined, shaped like a copper wall. Although it can block the continuous attacks of Feishuo, he wants to counterattack, but he is unable to do so. The densely packed swords
The light and the shadows of the brush mix together, creating a clanging sound, which is truly dazzling.
Such a stalemate fight is rarely seen by the "civilians" who are watching. In ordinary battles, only three moves and two moves can determine the outcome. Those who are inferior to others will either run away or
It's a matter of death. How can a real master have so much leisure and leisure to fight with others for hundreds of rounds?
Yang Chaoxi and Lin Jieyuan struggled for a cup of tea. Although they still had some energy left, they did not want to get into more trouble. So while holding out their sword moves, they teased: "You are flying around like an insect."
Shi Suo is a bit fierce. But my time is precious. I have been playing with you for a long time today, and then it’s time to finish!"
"Hahaha! Boy, is this the art of 'speaking arrogantly' that your master taught you? I have a nickname for my life-threatening flying rope, which is called 'using both soft and hard skills'. Everyone I have seen in the world today is looking for it."
Yama of the Tenth Palace has reported for duty. I happened to kill you today, cut off your head, and take it back to ask my young master for a reward!"
As soon as Lin Jieyuan used this uncommon set of flying stone ropes, he felt a smooth flow of energy all over his body. The more he used it, the easier it became. At this moment, he had already gained the upper hand. Suddenly he heard that the kid was so brazen that he wanted to "finish it".
He couldn't help but laugh angrily.
Yang Chaoxi's sword moves gradually became sparse, but the sword intention contained in each sword became much more condensed. It seemed that he could hit the judge's pen very far with each stab he swung at random.
Lin Jieyuan was secretly shocked: This is not the "Gongsun family method"! When using the sword to exert force, everything is simple and simple! It seems that any false move or any fancy move is superfluous. Moreover, the speed of the sword is unparalleled, and even the sword light is
They were all much thinner and gloomier, leaving only faint afterimages in the air. But the tip of the sword had already knocked the judge's pen backwards, almost hurting himself... Could it be that there was a fierce fight in front of the wine shop the day before yesterday?
This kid hasn't used his full strength yet?!
Lin Jieyuan was filled with surprise and uncertainty as he fired out several more moves. Every time the Judge's Pen was shot, it was as fast as a spark and as fast as light and electricity, as if it could penetrate Yang Chaoxi's body in the next moment. However, he could not escape the simplest stabs and bullets!
The judge's pen returned with even greater force. In the eyes of everyone, they thought Lin Jieyuan was going to commit suicide by returning the pen.
The faster Yang Zhaoxi drew his sword, the more peaceful he became in his heart. The Xuantong sword was like a flying dragon and a dancing phoenix, moving freely in the palm of his hand. The sword moved according to his heart, and every move was withdrawn at the touch of a finger! He would never fly with it.
The stone rope is entangled. The long sword can be used to attack or defend, and there is no longer any feeling of sluggishness! This newly learned "Wuwei Sword Technique", with one move after another, quickly became handy.
Lin Jieyuan saw that his life-threatening flying rope, using both soft and hard tactics, was actually broken by the unknown swordsmanship of the young boy in front of him. The horror in his heart had already outweighed his anger. The idea of retreating began to sprout, and it was out of control!
Turning his head to look at Xiong Baisha, he was already breathing heavily, and even the saber in his hand was swinging back and forth, but it was no longer as fierce as it was at the beginning. But Zhuo Songtao drew his sword as before, with great energy, as if "Gongsun Swordsmanship" was no longer the same.
It took a lot of effort. His movements were like a civet cat playing with a mouse, spinning a nine-foot-tall man around.
Looking at the other "Eight Heroes of Weizhou", they were surrounding Huang Shuoxu and hacking at him, but few of them dared to get close. It was as if Huang Shuo was a hedgehog and would be pricked if he got close.
However, if you take a closer look, Huang Shuo is indeed a hedgehog!
I don't know when Huang Shuo reached into his arms and took out four round copper needles, which were commonly used medical needles when practicing Qihuang's technique. The back of the medical needle was hidden between his fingers, and the needle tip was exposed.
If anyone came even close to his fist, he would receive a "wasp punch". Although the round needle entering his body was not fatal, it was extremely painful, making the people who besieged him fearful.
Yang Chaoxi noticed that Lin Jieyuan was distracted, and the long sword in his hand exploded three feet long, slashing down diagonally at the back end of a judge's pen.
"Bang!" The rope broke with a sound. The judge's pen completely lost control, grazing Yang Chaoxi's ears and shooting towards the "civilians" who were watching.
Accompanied by a scream, one of the "civilians" watching fell on his back!
When I looked at the judge's pen again, it had penetrated into the chest and pierced the pericardium. Black and red blood foam spurted out from the man's mouth, and his chest deflated at a visible speed. Within a few breaths, the man twitched several times.
He looked down, rolled his eyes, and found himself dead.
"Xing'er! Third brother! Ah -" I saw two "civilian husbands" with red eyes, holding the man who had just been shot and crying out in grief.
One of the "civilians" stared at the judge's pen with its tail end exposed. He couldn't help but turn his head and his eyes were about to split: "'Weizhou Eight Heroes', right?! There's no need to leave today. Brothers! Copycats!"
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As soon as he finished speaking, more than fifty people among the crowd of "civilians" who were watching came out. Each of them held a long hammer in his hand, and the sharpened head of the hammer shone with a cold light, pointing at the "Eight Heroes of Weizhou", and surrounded them. Surround.
Yang Zhaoxi, Zhuo Songtao, and Huang Shuo saw that the situation was not good and wisely withdrew from the battle group. Among the "civilians" who hid in the crowd, they began to mourn for the "Eight Heroes of Weizhou" in their hearts.