Cheng Weiyu and the other four were very familiar with Leng Rusong's fast sword. How could Leng Rusong, who is usually majestic and majestic, be so careless, but unexpectedly failed in one move in front of a sixteen-year-old boy? Doubts simmer in my heart.
Even Zhu Shaoling on the rostrum, and all the Confucianists clenched their fists tightly with sweaty palms, looking at the two on the field.
Leng Rusong was ready to fight again, but cold sweat slowly oozed from his back.
Because Lu Yunming in front of him didn't have any flaws at all, he even felt that if he attacked from any angle, the tip of the opponent's drooping sword would instantly rest on his throat, which made him unable to strike.
But Lu Yunming, who was standing opposite, was a little trembling at this moment.
For more than ten years on Kunwu Mountain, Lu Yunming has never thought about the state of his swordsmanship.
There are a lot of brothers and sisters, all of them are amazing and talented, Lu Yunming has occasional victories, but it is extremely difficult to win. Among the disciples of his generation, in terms of swordsmanship, Xiao Yunfeng from No. 7 Primary School took the first place, and Huyan Yunzhu, "Blood Hand" who was a few years older and had already made a name for himself in the Jianghu "Sword" Lu Yundong, "Songyang Sword" Yunchong, "Zuozhirou" Xie Yunan, "Yinyang Blade" Guo Yunfei... These senior brothers either worked in the Southern Dynasties, or walked in the rivers and lakes, but all of them are masters of swordsmanship. Recognize that you are not yet able to challenge. Even against Guibiesheng, it is extremely difficult to win.
This caused Lu Yunming to look down on his own swordsmanship, thinking that the whole world is full of such masters...
But today, he was very at a loss.
Why was his half-baked swordsmanship able to defeat the elite disciples of Confucian Academy? Moreover, this Leng Songhao is clearly a rare master among the disciples of the Confucian Academy.
You know, he has practiced for more than ten years, and he has only mastered the basic swordsmanship of the Kunwu School. Even [Kunwu Eight Swords]seldom practiced.
Therefore, facing Leng Rusong who won easily, he thought it was his fault, and felt even more uneasy.
But in fact, this set of entry-level swordsmanship, after Ye Qingxuan's overall planning and arrangement, is simply the root of all swordsmanship in the world. When Ye Qingxuan explained sword moves back then, every move and style was wonderfully explained, which made people have endless aftertaste.
No matter what kind of weapon the opponent faces, all the methods of cracking and the way of defense are clearly explained. This made Qi Xiao to forget this set of entry-level swordsmanship.
If you don't break, you can't stand, break first and then stand.
This is already rooting the sword intent of [Dugu Nine Swords] "The Final Chapter" in Qi Xiao's heart.
Besides Xiao Yunfeng, Lu Yunming learned the most deeply.
It's just that he still doesn't have a clear understanding.
How could such a swordsmanship defeat Leng Rusong
Lu Yunming's face was full of depression, and he felt that he was ashamed to win once with a sneak attack. Fortunately, Senior Brother Leng Rusong on the opposite side didn't care.
With confidence in his heart, Lu Yunming flicked the blade of the sword, and with a loud clang, he said loudly: "Senior brother Leng, was it my younger brother just now, please pay attention to this time when you strike again! Look at the sword!"
Walk with the sword, the sword comes first. As soon as Lu Yunming made a move, his anxious eyes froze for a moment, as if he had changed himself, the tip of the sword made a buzzing sound as it pierced through the air, and it was handed to Leng Rusong in an instant.
Naturally, it is another trick to "welcome guests with a cool breeze".
Leng Rusong originally regretted letting the other party strike first, but it would be too embarrassing to regret it at this time, but after a moment of hesitation, the other party's sword stabbed like lightning.
scold!
Leng Rusong shouted loudly, and the sword that had already been unsheathed directly sealed against Lu Yunming's straight-forward blade.
For this sword, although Leng Rusong did not use the innate level of Gang Qi, relying on his adult strength and the opponent's young and weak body, he put all his strength on the edge of the sword, trying to use his strength to block the opponent unexpectedly The sword edge.
As long as he knocks off the opponent's offensive, he can guarantee that he can use the subsequent quick sword ultimate move. No matter how good the opponent's swordsmanship is, he may not be able to keep up with his own rhythm.
After all, the opponent is a young man, how much experience can he have against the enemy? If the sword light flashed in front of his eyes, he would already panic, and he would definitely not be able to persist in a few moves.
Ding!
There was a crisp impact sound, Lu Yunming seemed to be inferior to the opponent's physical strength, the long sword was knocked away by Leng Rusong, and even the blade was slightly bent, the door on Lu Yunming's chest suddenly opened, and a sinister smile appeared on the corner of Leng Rusong's mouth , seized the center suddenly, and stabbed with the sword in his hand twenty swords in a row like lightning and thunder.
In the eyes of everyone at the scene, they only saw the sword in Leng Rusong's hand turn into a ray of light, flashing and falling towards the opponent's chest, and there was a burst of applause.
Zhu Shaoling and the others loosened their palms and smiled.
But this time, the applause had just started halfway, and everyone froze again. Even the confident smiles on the faces of Zhu Shaoling and other Confucian teachers were completely frozen on their faces.
Because at the moment when Leng Rusong's sword was shining like lightning, it was like a magic weapon falling from nine days away, instantly capturing all the lightning, lightning and thunder in a sheath.
Leng Rusong was stunned to see all this—
Lu Yunming in front of him stretched out his hand so lightly, and what he stretched out was his left hand holding the scabbard, his sword with twenty swords in a row, and the fast sword with lightning in the sky, as if juggling, so easily and accurately inserted When he got into the opponent's scabbard, he handed it up by himself, and the sky was full of lightning, and it disappeared.
Lu Yunming turned his heels, twisted his wrists, and did not move his body. The sword edge that was originally stretched just turned around and appeared at his throat again.
But this time, because of his forward impact, not only did he hand over his long sword, but even his own neck was no exception.
When all the dust settled, the scene after the initial move appeared again.
Leng Rusong was hit by Lu Yunming's single sword on the throat, winning easily.
Leng Rusong trembled all over.
Why
Why is it such a simple sword, but I can't dodge it at all!
Leng Rusong was at a loss, and everyone in the Confucian school was at a loss.
This time, it was too easy to lose.
One move is defeated, and there is no chance to resist.
No matter how fast Leng Rusong's sword is, if he can't even use his sword moves, what's the use of a fast sword
"Do you want to do it again?" Lu Yunming really smiled tomorrow, the fear in his eyes has long since disappeared, and he said softly to Leng Rusong: "Just now I thought it was my fault. But this time I understand, it's not that you're unprepared, but your swordsmanship is really bad!"
Following Lu Yunming's words, all Confucian disciples couldn't hold back anymore.
But they could only curse Leng Rusong's incompetence in a low voice, but no one dared to question the outcome of this match.
"Food bucket!" Zhu Shaoling picked up the tea bowl and cursed in a low voice.
A light flashed in Cheng Xi's narrowed eyes, and then slowly closed again.
snort.
Only Chun Yumao was the most angry, and he gave Ye Qingxuan a hard look, and the armrest of the chair under him was squeezed by him.
Leng Rusong's eyes were red, and he was extremely unwilling. His reputation was ruined, ruined in the hands of an underage boy, and his status in the Confucian Academy would plummet, and it would even be difficult to gain a foothold.
Clang.
Lu Yunming returned the sword back to its sheath, and said calmly: "Your swordsmanship is too old-fashioned, you know what you want to do as soon as you make a move... You must know that the sword moves at will, and the intention comes from the heart. The basic sword moves of your sect, even if you can forget all these sword moves from time to time, when will it become..."
Forget the way of the sword!
Leng Rusong's eyes widened, he looked at the innocent Lu Yunming in disbelief, and asked in a murmur, "You... have you forgotten all your sword moves?"
"It's almost there!" Lu Yunming thought for a while and said, "I forgot about half of it..."
I... Grass...
A young man who has not yet entered the innate realm has actually reached half a step of "forgetting the sword" state in terms of sword intent. This is a state that many return to the virtual state masters have failed to achieve. It is unimaginable, but it is true in every way.
Leng Rusong's originally unwilling attitude suddenly subsided, and he saluted respectfully, and said: "Junior brother Lu, as a brother, I lost..."
After speaking, he didn't even take the sword, turned around and walked away.
Surrounded by accusations and cursing at him, he actually stood up proudly with a smile on his face, as if he had realized something.