Ximen Jianqu was slightly surprised. He originally thought that the eldest grandson would look embarrassed and try to stop him in every possible way. After all, his cultivation level was lower than his own. In a real fight, he would definitely not be his opponent. This kind of thing would lose morale and lose face.
, Ximen’s eldest grandson was absolutely unwilling to do it, but today he agreed uncharacteristically. This made Jianqu very confused.
In fact, Changsun was also uneasy. Jianqu's request was certainly not just to regain some face. He had already annoyed him before, so I'm afraid he had already been cruel to him.
But at this moment, Zhangsun must not retreat. He is not a reckless person, but he knows that no matter what, he must face it. What's more, he has been prepared for it. Even if he fights hard, he will never let Ximen Jianqu have an easy time.
"Brother Jianqu, I don't know how you want to compare." Changsun still didn't show his expression, looking at Jianqu with a smile.
"Just try and compete as you like. Until the point is reached, we won't win or lose. Brother Zhangsun, what do you think?"
"Hahaha, according to what you said."
The two outstanding figures of the younger generation started to stand up, and the onlookers quickly formed a circle in a tacit understanding, paying attention to the two people on the court.
Changsun slowly pulled out the sword on his back, glanced at his men and horses behind him from the corner of his eyes, and felt a little relieved when he looked at the unfamiliar faces.
"Brother Zhangsun, are you ready?"
The eldest grandson of Ximen held his sword, shook out a sword flower, and said in a deep voice: "Please enlighten me."
With a loud shout, Jianqu took the lead and rushed towards his eldest grandson with his sword in hand. Thinking of his father's teachings that night, Jianqu silently recited his father's words in his heart, "'The man and the sword are one.' When facing the enemy with a sword, you must have a courageous and domineering attitude."
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"Domineering, I want to be full of domineering."
Jianqu clenched his lips and teeth, and the internal skills were operating to the extreme. A stream of cool energy flowed out from the Yuanying figure in the Zifu, and spread to the seven major meridians, all over the body. Suddenly, all the energy meridians opened, and the surroundings could be sensed.
Become clear. This is the benefit of the Nascent Soul stage. You can understand the world around you only through the perception of the body's Qi meridians, instead of relying solely on the five senses.
Before the curved sword arrived, the sword energy was already approaching. Changsun couldn't help but take a small step back, and the overwhelming sword energy scraped his face, causing a burst of burning pain.
Jianqu continued to burn the true energy, and the exercises were urged again and again. Suddenly, he discovered that when using "Starlight Jue", it can not only be used through the true energy and moves in the body. Emotions can also drive the operation of "Starlight Jue"
, now Jianqu is in an extremely angry state and wants to tear the opponent apart. The "Starlight Jue" running is actually much stronger. Jianqu can clearly feel that strong feeling is different from the previous one.
It was different. With his confidence doubled, the sword music continued to activate the technique, and the sword was covered with cyan flame-like sword energy, which was much thicker than before.
"Changsun, take my sword."
Jianqu raised his sword and slashed down high at the eldest grandson. The sword energy turned into a long dragon, swallowing the sharp edge, and flew towards the eldest grandson through the air.
Ximen's eldest grandson looked panicked. He thought that Jianqu's skill was only a little higher than his own, so he could still cope with it for a while. But he didn't expect that after a stormy night, his skill had greatly increased. With just one move, he could do it.
You should make it difficult for yourself to resist.
Taking three steps back, Changsun stopped, raised his sword and roared, bracing himself to face the sword light. He knew that he could no longer retreat. When facing the enemy, the most taboo thing is to retreat, not only in terms of momentum.
If you are defeated, once you are caught and violently attacked, you will really have no chance of recovery.
"Bang~~~" There was a muffled sound in the air, and in Jianqu's excited eyes, the eldest grandson floated backwards in mid-air, and fell behind after just one encounter.
Changsun, who was half kneeling on the ground, was breathing heavily, with a trace of blood hanging from the corner of his mouth. The right hand holding the sword couldn't help trembling. No one knew how full of domineering power was contained in the sword energy just now. Changsun secretly felt in his heart.
Surprised, I didn't expect Jianqu's strength to be stronger than I expected.
"Come again."
Jianqu would not give Zhangsun a chance to recover, and rushed forward again with his sword. Changsun frowned and hurriedly held up his sword to resist Jianqu's attack.
I saw that Jianqu completely abandoned the swordsmanship and adopted a head-on fighting style. Every time the sword fell, Changsun would take a step back. Changsun gritted his teeth. Every time he parryed the sword, the domineering power of Jianqu made him move his hands.
Shit, he never would have thought that he would be so passive from the beginning.
Seeing that he was about to retreat to the boundary, Changsun narrowed his eyes, took advantage of the opportunity of the sword attack, quickly took out a yellow talisman paper from his arms, and quickly crushed it. A light yellow air wave instantly appeared.
Wrapping Changsun's whole body, he slashed with his sword. Seeing that Changsun didn't raise his sword to take precautions, he was overjoyed and couldn't help but increase the strength of his hand. But when the sword hit Changsun, a Taoist mantra suddenly appeared in Changsun's body.
, a powerful recoil force surged into his hands. Jianqu was shocked and quickly withdrew the remaining blow.
Seeing the opportunity, the eldest grandson smiled secretly. The sword he had been storing for a long time struck out like lightning and stabbed Jianqu's chest.
The situation suddenly changed, and the crowd of onlookers suddenly began to talk. The sword thrust out by Changsun became bigger and bigger in Jianqu's eyes, but Jianqu was stronger after all. Seeing him tiptoe, he turned around and turned sideways.
In the past, he had narrowly avoided the sword light. But the distance between the two was too close, and Changsun's sword still pierced Jianqu's body, leaving a long string of blood marks on his chest.
Holding his chest, Jianqu took ten steps back, his face pale. Blood surged out, staining Jianqu's clothes red. When Jianqu lowered his head, he saw that the flesh and skin of the cut wound were rolled over, and blood was flowing out.
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"I'm sorry, Brother Jianqu, I struck too hard. I didn't expect you to escape." Changsun smiled, not feeling guilty at all.
Jianqu gritted his teeth and glared at his eldest grandson. He connected a finger on his chest to temporarily stop the bleeding. He raised his sword and charged towards his eldest grandson.
The eldest grandson chuckled to himself. The amulet spell given by his father could not be broken by just a sword.
The sword bending technique in anger actually accelerated even more, but I don't know what kind of protective magic weapon the Changsun used, and his sword stabbed him, as if it were stabbed on a solid stone, completely unable to break the defense.
Although Changsun is still passive in the current situation on the field, he doesn't have to worry about Jianqu hurting him at all. In addition, Jianqu sneaks in two swords from time to time, and Jianqu is now on a losing streak.
The two separated again, and Changsun was still standing there unscathed, except that his clothes and hair were a little messy, but compared to Jianqu, he was much better.
The skirt of Jianqu's clothes was already covered with blood, wounds of all sizes were all over his body, and the terrifying sword wound on his chest began to bleed again.
Changsun sneered, raised his sword and rushed forward. He knew that the relationship between himself and Jianqu had already been formed, but he didn't care about making the relationship bigger.
Jianqu looked at Changsun's rushing sword, and the corners of his eyes slowly closed. His current situation was so bad that he couldn't even lift the sword. Now he finally felt a hint of despair.
"Cang~~" The two swords struck each other, sparks flying out. Changsun took two steps back with the sword in hand, trying hard to suppress the surging blood and energy in his body. He looked angrily at the person who blocked his attack.
"Brother Jianqu, what do you mean?"
Changsun looked at the two people standing in front of Jianqu and said coldly.
Just now, the two figures rushed to the scene quickly and blocked Changsun's fatal sword, thus narrowly saving Jianqu's life.
"Brother Zhangsun, it's just a competition, there's no need to kill."
One of them raised his fist high and said sternly.
"Assassin? That's ridiculous. I'm just competing with Brother Jianqu. How can I be the killer? Besides, Brother Jianqu's attack just now... wasn't weak either."
"In this case, as I just said, there is no winner between the two, so I think the competition can be over."
As he said that the two people who rushed onto the stage were about to leave with their swords in hand, a cold look appeared in Changsun's eyes. With a wave of one hand, three cold-faced young men dressed in the Ximen family's attire flew out from his lineup.
Surround the three people who want to leave.
These three young men looked very unfamiliar, and almost everyone present did not recognize them. However, seeing that they were dressed in family attire, they did not ask any questions.
"Brother Changsun, what do you mean?" A man holding a sword asked coldly.
"What do you mean? You guys don't deserve credit. The competition is not over yet. You rush onto the field without permission and leave as soon as you say it. It's a bit overbearing."
Changsun's words of "your faction" have completely clearly defined the boundaries between the two sides. He is a leader who is not afraid of trouble. Since it is already in chaos, there is no harm in setting fire to it.
"Put...let me go,...I...I'm going to kill him." The sword song hung softly on the shoulders of the two of them, but they still hummed unwillingly.
"Hahahaha, Brother Jianqu's words are serious, but if you want to continue, my eldest grandson will do it."
"Ximen Zhangsun, don't bully others. Jianqu has been defeated, why are you still refusing to let him go?" The man carrying Jianqu looked at the three people surrounding him warily. The three people looked unfamiliar to each other, and from their perspective
Judging from the gloomy aura on his body, he must be a killer who walked out of the massacre. Just that look in his eyes was enough to make them shudder.
"That's wrong. You broke your promise first. I just want you to put Brother Jianqu down and let's continue the competition."
"Ximen's eldest grandson, do you want to cause trouble?"
"I don't dare, but...I'm not a vegetarian either."
As soon as Changsun said this, the two groups of people immediately swarmed with each other, and the flames of war slowly burned in everyone's hearts. Several people quietly slipped out of the top of the mountain to move reinforcements, and a vigorous group fight was about to break out.
On Jianqu's side, the leaders became the two men who rushed to protect Jianqu. They exchanged the seriously injured Jianqu with the men behind them and looked at Ximen's eldest grandson coldly.
"Brother Zhangsun, these friends of yours don't look like members of our family." One of them raised his voice and asked Ximen's eldest grandson.
The eldest grandson kept his expression and explained: "They and I are close relatives. They usually hide at the foot of the mountain to practice. They are not very gregarious, so they naturally look at each other. Now they can't stand you bullying others, so they came out.
Help is here.”
"Nonsense, you know who is being unreasonable."
"Yes, you are being unreasonable!" the Jianqu Legion behind them echoed loudly.
"Hmph, the two parents are really not good people." Changsun thought to himself, put his hands behind his back, and made a gesture to the people behind him.
The people on the eldest grandson's side immediately understood what the boss meant, and suddenly heard a scream from the crowd on the eldest grandson's side. The eldest grandson heard this and suddenly yelled, "You little boy, how dare you secretly hurt my friend, brothers, fight me."
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Before anyone on the Jianqu side knew what was going on, Zhangsun and the others' attack had already arrived. The two parties were immediately confused, and both were fighting with real swords and spears.
Taking advantage of the chaotic situation, Changsun escaped from the crowd and hid on a high ground, watching the situation below. The three killers he recruited were indeed not good people. Although they had been repeatedly ordered not to kill, when the fight started, the ferocity of those people was revealed.
It was completely exposed. Wherever it passed, blood flew everywhere, and the Ximen disciples who fell to the ground were howling in pain. Although they were not killed, they all lost their fighting ability.
This fight could be described as tragic, with painful howls everywhere. Changsun was secretly frightened, wondering how the situation would change if such a commotion occurred.
Just when the battle was progressing to a fever pitch, a burst of bells and drums suddenly sounded from the distance, and a shocking sound wave swept through everyone's ears. Everyone put down their weapons and lowered their heads piously.
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Ximen's eldest grandson opened his mouth wide, stared blankly in the direction of Jianshan, and murmured to himself: "Tongtian Drum... Jingshi Bell, family summons..."