Under the balcony, Wen Changqing was so nervous that he couldn't control it, and pulled Yu Junchen's sleeve: "Junior Brother Junchen, did you see it clearly? Yue Chi really did a great job?"
Yu Junchen pulled the wrinkled sleeves back from his hands and said ruthlessly, "I didn't see it clearly."
Wen Changqing's expression was as if he had just picked up the money and was suddenly struck by a thunderbolt that fell from the sky.
Wen Heng was condescending, and his eyes were cast far away, which happened to touch Xue Qinglan's eyes when he opened his eyes. He stood far away, and Xue Qinglan couldn't see his subtle expression, but he could feel the gaze swept across his face like a spring breeze, as if to comfort him, and as if to comfort him not to worry.
I really don't know how he can still laugh.
The Chui Xing Zongmen who succeeded Xue Qinglan boarded the left arena, showed their long swords, and clasped their fists towards Wenheng: "Chui Xing Zong's Qiu character Bai Longjie, ask Yue Shaoxia for advice."
Wen Heng stood upright, nodded and said, "Please."
Seeing that he didn't draw his sword, Bai Longjie sneered in his heart and stabbed Wen Heng in the chest with a swipe. Without waiting for the opponent to raise his sword to parry, the long sword shook suddenly, and the tip of the sword drew a curved arc like a wave, like a poisonous snake suddenly attacking, the snake letter took Wen Heng's eyes directly.
This move started flat, but the danger lies behind. No one would have thought that the long sword could be used by him to make a soft sword, and the move could be changed so quickly. Wen Heng only took a step back, and with a tap of his left thumb, the long sword popped three inches from its sheath, and the hilt contained internal strength, hitting Bai Longjie's right wrist.
Bai Longjie's sword tip was still a few inches away from his eyeballs. Seeing that he was about to strike a blow, there was a sudden numbness in his wrist, and the long sword fell from his hand immediately, and his entire arm seemed to have been dislodged from the joints, soft and collapsed. hanging down beside him.
Not only Bai Longjie was stupid, but all the audience members were dumbfounded.
This result is really surprising. But the details of the trick just now, everyone can see clearly - nothing more than Wen Heng flicking Bai Longjie's wrist with the hilt of his sword. If he had used gravity, the hilt of the sword would have lashed out long ago, knocking Bai Longjie's arm crooked; however, the iron sword was only three inches out of its sheath, and Bai Longjie didn't even crook it. What's the difference between this force and being bitten by a mosquito? ? Why did Bai Longjie's arm go numb
Bai Longjie was shocked and angry, his right arm was sore and weak, he couldn't figure out how someone could abolish one of his arms without acupuncture and no blood. He thought he had used a hidden weapon such as a poison needle, and asked sharply, "You dare to plot against it. I!"
Wen Heng raised his eyebrows: "In front of the world's heroes, Mr. Bai speaks cautiously. Where do you start?"
"I—" Bai Longjie rolled up the sleeve of his right hand, looking for scars on his body to testify. Who would have guessed that after a closer look, the wrist was completely unscathed, not to mention the eye of the needle, not even a red mark. His full of anger suddenly became half dumb, and he hesitated: "What, what's going on?"
Everyone in the audience shouted, "Yeah! Yue Shaoxia, what the hell is going on?"
Wen Heng looked around and saw that many people were staring at him eagerly, many of them suspicious. If he couldn't explain the reason, he would be suspected of using unruly evil methods and causing trouble for himself. .
"The little trick of carving insects is not worth mentioning, but I will teach you Fang's family to laugh." Wen Heng explained slowly, "Mr. Bai's sword stabs, first take the chest and abdomen, then shake the wrist to raise the tip of the sword, and stab the opponent's eyes. This move. It takes a lot of wrist strength, and the transformation is completed, naturally a little slack, and hitting his wrist with the hilt at this time is nothing more than a real attack, looking for its flaws, it is really not a coup."
He turned to Bai Longjie again, and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Bai, your arm is only sore and numb for a while, it should be a numb tendon, and it will heal itself after a while."
He speaks with sincerity and naturalness, without pretense, as if he was really "just" hit by a tendon. In fact, if someone were to use this method to deal with Bai Longjie's strike just now, they would either not respond quickly and would be stabbed in the eyes before hitting the opponent's wrist, or they would not be strong enough to restrain the opponent's movements, and the effort would be wasted.
"Lingxiao Zhenjing" records more than 100 extra-meridian acupoints on the human body. These acupoints are not among the eight extraordinary meridians and are usually unknown to the public, but they are also the key points of the whole body. If they are hit by external forces, their lives may also be injured. It took Wen Heng four years to get through the 108 acupoints, and his whole body was paralyzed due to the flow of infuriating energy many times in the middle.
In other words, apart from him, there is no other person who can come up with this cracking method.
Bai Longjie gritted his teeth and said, "You... you didn't draw your sword at all, this move is incalculable!"
"If Mr. Bai doesn't believe that he will lose, and another person comes on stage to demonstrate, the result will be the same." Wen Heng said, "But the sword discussion is about swords, not drawn swords. According to Mr. Bai, the hilt is not a sword. , to be fair, everyone should hold the sword with bare hands to compete."
The crowd burst into laughter.
Bai Longjie felt embarrassed, picked up the long sword on the ground with a sullen face, hurriedly said "I lost", then turned around and jumped off the ring, returning to Lu Hongyi to apologize.
Lu Hongyi gave a heavy "hum", and the five fingers of her right hand moved slightly, as if killing intent, but she didn't shoot. Bai Longjie is a member of the Qiuzi tribe, and his reasoning is not up to Lu Hongyi. Killing him is useless to himself.
She glanced at Xue Qinglan with no meaning, and felt that his deadly face was really annoying, so she laughed softly: "If the next person can't beat him again, this person will step on the head of this sect and climb up. ... When the sect master asks the guilt, the first Hufa Xue who lost the battle may not be able to excuse himself."
Xue Qinglan didn't change her face, and replied, "I don't need to worry about Protector Lu."
"Hufa Xue is the backbone of the sect, how can my concubine not be worried?" Lu Hongyi covered her sleeves and whispered, "And I also heard that Hufa Xue and the Chunjun faction have a lot of grudges. Showing off your power in front of yourself, oh my, it makes me feel uncomfortable just thinking about it."
"Why don't the concubine share your worries as a king and kill this crazy boy for you?"
"It's no use."
Xue Qinglan showed no mercy, and said coldly: "Whoever kills my enemy, I will kill whoever - nosy people deserve to die."
Lu Hongyi failed to provoke, and was pushed back by him on the spot, her face was not worried, but because of the inconvenience of the occasion, she furiously pouted: "Then Hufa Xue must open her eyes and take a good look, it's your own revenge. Quick, or my sword is faster!"
The new man on stage was tall and thin, his complexion was pale, and he was described as haggard. His face was not very pleasing to the eye anyway, a bit like a skeleton on a shelf supporting a human skin. His robe was different from other sects of the hanging star, and it was wider, like a cloak, covering his hands, feet and swords in dark wide sleeves.
"Quan Zhao, the Xia character department of the Weeping Star Sect, please."
Many people under Cheng Terrace heard this name, and they all felt a little familiar, but they couldn't remember it for a while. Wen Heng's calm demeanor finally calmed down a little because of him. He held the hilt of the sword with one hand, and Quan Zhao also drew/pulled out the long sword. The appearance of the sword is very terrifying. The whole body of the sword is pitch black, and the hilt is as pale as bone. The sword grid and the sword are two skeletons, one big and one small. I don't know if those parts are real human bones. .
Wen Heng suddenly said: "It turned out to be the 'Skull Sword Master' Mr. Quan, disrespectful."
The name "Skull Sword Master" is much louder than "Quan Zhao". More than ten years ago, this person was also a terrifying and terrifying monster. It is said that in order to make a sword, he killed people everywhere to fill the sword furnace, and took the head of an eight-year-old child as a sword ornament, and finally forged an extremely sharp white bone sword.
The skeleton sword master killed dozens of people for this sword, and killed more people with this sword, which finally caused public outrage in the martial arts, and was strangled by the righteous and famous. However, according to the rumors, he should have been dead for a long time, but today he appeared under the sect of the Drifting Star Sect, which was beyond everyone's expectations.
The hero of the rivers and lakes who had participated in the pursuit and killing stood up and shouted angrily: "Bold villain, the sins you committed in the past have not been settled yet, but you are still haunted, and dare to appear in broad daylight!" He turned his head to Lu Hong again. Yi Hao scolded: "Chuixingzong doesn't want to kill the evil in the martial arts, but it still takes in this devil who regards human life like a mustard. It can be seen that it is a nest of snakes and rats. You are so vicious, you are not worthy to participate in the sword discussion conference! "
Lu Hongyi giggled, stroked her bright red nails, and said slowly: "I feel that Quan Zhao's presence here today is not only the credit of the Weeping Star Sect, but also everyone's blessing. If it weren't for the righteous way of martial arts It’s so useless, and after chasing and killing for three years without killing anyone, I can’t get such a capable and good subordinate.”
She pointedly said: "The rules of the Weeping Star Sect are not quite the same as yours. Whoever we want to die today will not live tomorrow. Are you right, Hufa Xue?"
"Yes." Xue Qinglan lowered her voice and said in a volume that only the two of them could hear, "I think today is Quan Zhao's death."
Wen Heng didn't mind the clamor of the audience, he just stared at Quan Zhao, and said lightly, "I have heard the name of the Skeleton Sword Master for a long time, and I am fortunate enough to ask your Excellency for some advice."
Quan Zhaoqing held the sword in hand and said, "Come."
Before he finished speaking, he took the lead, and the White Bone Sword slashed diagonally from the right side. Wen Heng confronted the long-established old senior, and he didn't dare to care, he drew his sword and stabbed him in the lower abdomen. What Quan Zhao enacted was not the martial arts of Chuixingzong, but he created the "Eighteen Nether Swords" in his early years. His white bone sword is inherently yin and evil, supplemented by the inner strength of yin and cold nature. Far and near, at any time, it seems to be close to the front and startled, and even the onlookers feel very uncomfortable.
It can be heard that Heng is not what it used to be. His body is full of true qi and moves freely. Not only is he not invaded by the cold qi, but he is even beaten and beaten by his internal strength.
Quan Zhao has always believed in the exquisiteness of his swordsmanship. Unexpectedly, when he encountered Wen Heng's hard bone, he was forced to use it, and there was a hint of defeat. And the more he looked at Wen Heng's swordsmanship, the more he felt familiar. After thinking about it carefully, he realized that the essence of it was similar to the few moves Xue Qinglan had just used.
Quan Zhao hurriedly avoided Wen Heng's sword, and also made a "unpredictable ghost", and asked in surprise, "What is your sword technique called?"
Wen Heng swung a sword with his backhand, the light of the sword was like a full moon, and he immediately cut off a large piece of Quan Zhao's fluttering robe sleeves, just like the light of the sky broke through the long night: "Your Excellency Lao asks, the swordsmanship is created by yourself, this trick is called ' The moon is near the sky'—"
He replaced it with a forehand, followed by another sword, the majestic sword intent descended from top to bottom, slashing directly at the top of Quan Zhao's head: "This move is called 'Xing Luo Chang Tian'!"
Quan Zhao jumped back in shock, but Wen Heng's sword wasn't finished yet. He twisted his body lightly in mid-air, the sword light fell to the ground like a meteor, and the residual fire suddenly swept out. Jun hit the sword, and the blood smeared through the fabric in an instant, dripping down his wrist.