Dark clouds slowly drifted from one corner of the city to this side, and people's vision became cloudy. The arena was filled with outlaws and gangsters, both men and women, dressed in different clothes, with loud and noisy voices, surrounding the eight wooden stakes over there like a stage.
Some people felt the view was gloomy and looked up at the sky.
"It's a cloudy day out of nowhere. Is it going to rain?"
"… God damn, it's really a bad time for us to gather together for a duel."
"Stop talking, stop talking. Look, Xiahou Sui is standing up! He is the best swordsman in the world. I just don't know if Zuo Zhengyang on the pole is worthy of being the best swordsman in the world."
Everyone looked at the martial arts field and saw a figure wearing a black tall hat and a one-eyed mask, standing up with a black robe and a sword in his hand. He was tall and the sword in his hand was also a broadsword.
clang~~
The sword came out of the scabbard, Xiahou Sui lifted his robe, jumped onto a wooden stake about ten feet long, stood with the sword horizontally, looking awe-inspiring.
"Yan Chixia said that your swordsmanship is unrivaled in the world. It just so happens that I am good at swordsmanship, so please teach me."
On the opposite side, Zuo Zhengyang opened his eyes slightly, and his expression was completely different when he spoke to Lu Liangsheng.
Ever since he lost one arm in a battle with a big demon like Pudu Cihang a few years ago, his martial arts skills have changed a lot. He has been slaying monsters and demons along the way, wielding a sword and stepping into the realm of cultivation. Now, he has a Fire Spirit Pearl in his body, and his limbs, bones, and meridians are all filled with fire spiritual energy.
However, right now he will not use things learned from cultivation, but real martial arts to defeat the opponent and cut off the past!
Zuo Zhengyang raised his one arm, and the blade cut through the air, making a faint sound like the vibration of wind and thunder.
"Please enlighten me!"
The dark clouds blocked out the last ray of sunlight, and at the moment the knife cut through the air, the wooden stakes under the feet of the two men shook with a bang, and two figures rushed forward with a loud bang.
After the first bang, everyone's ears were filled with the sound of "bang", and countless sparks bounced and flew among the intertwined cold metal light, as if someone was hammering away like crazy.
It was so fast that it was difficult to see clearly. The two people who were moving on the wooden stakes and wielding swords created a lot of momentum and the sound of wind that stirred up a layer of dust, forcing the surrounding martial artists to lift up their sleeves to cover their swords.
At this time, the sky was completely overcast. Lu Liangsheng didn't even look at the wooden stakes where people were fighting fiercely. The flying sand and dust separated to the left, right, up and down at an arm's length and rolled in other directions.
He pursed his lips tightly, staring intently at the paper, and quickly embellished the paper with the brush in his hand. The blue ink outlined the dark clouds, and then moved on to the government office wall, the blue bricks and black tiles, and the stone lion gate, all of which were outlined one by one.
Thinking of the injustice Li Yishu suffered, I painted more attentively.
'The indigo thunder cleanses the evils of the world...'
With a turn of his wrist, only the tip of the pen was left to draw a few flashes of lightning under the dark clouds. A gust of wind blew across the martial arts field. Everyone squinted their eyes, and then they heard a loud thunder in the sky, which exploded above the city, making people's ears buzz.
"It's thundering, how can we continue this duel?!"
Some people's hair was blown messily, and they shouted in the wind. There were also voices saying: "Just right, such a strong wind and thunder show that heroes like us are different!!"
boom-
Thunder exploded in the sky again. On the arena, the wooden stakes were shattered by a single blow of the sword. The blade was pulled horizontally to cut out the fallen wood chips, which turned into a fan-shaped streak and flew out with the long sword. Zuo Zhengyang had a fierce murderous intent and a strong will after his arm was broken. He was like a god of war, brandishing his long weapon and slashing out angrily.
Bang!
The broadsword that was blocked shook the body of Xiahou Sui, and the sword was pressed against his chest. The moment it touched the cloth, unimaginable internal energy penetrated through it. His robe hissed several times, and flew to the left and right. The whole person broke two wooden stakes like a cannonball, and fell heavily to the ground, rolling twice before stopping.
Whoosh~~
Xiahou Sui was breathing heavily and climbed up from the ground, supporting himself with the sword. The high-intensity fight had almost exhausted his physical strength, but his opponent was not exhausted at all.
'Why...why is he acting like nothing happened.'
Looking down, he saw that his upper body was covered with dense knife marks. They were just cuts on the flesh, and they were superficial injuries that would heal in no time. It was obvious that the other party had shown mercy.
However, the numerous wounds scared the surrounding people. Someone familiar with him came to support him, but Xiahou Sui pushed him away and yelled at him with red eyes.
"I'm fine, I can fight again!"
"Xia Hou Sui."
Over there, Zuo Zhengyang, who was standing firmly on the wooden stake, put away his sword and said in a heroic voice: "The winner has been decided, so there is no need to fight to the death. Zuo respects your superb swordsmanship and deserves to be the second best swordsman in the world. As for the first one, it is still that fellow Yan Chixia. You can challenge him to a duel when you have time."
The voice came back, Xiahou Sui clenched his fists and wanted to go up again, but he didn't have the face to do so. He turned his face away, held the sword, clasped his fists, and squeezed out a voice with difficulty.
"Xiahou Sui is defeated. Goodbye!"
He retrieved his scabbard, turned around with his bare chest, squeezed through the crowd, and left quickly. The battle field had already been decided, but some people were still dissatisfied and started to make a fuss, "Since the swordsman Zuo is so sharp, and the scholar who came with him has a sword hanging on his bookshelf, I think his swordsmanship is also amazing, Xiahou! Why don't you challenge that man again!!"
Xiahou Sui, who had squeezed into the crowd, stopped and turned to look at the figure painting in the crowd, and the old donkey swinging its tail. On the bookshelf on the donkey's buttocks hung a scabbard wrapped in shark skin, and the hilt was inlaid with three red jades, one large and two small. It was obvious that they were not ordinary objects.
"Xiahou Sui, don't mess around!"
Zuo Zhengyang suddenly shouted in panic and jumped off the wooden stake. He was worried that if Xiahou Sui really challenged the scholar over there, he would not even know how he lost. By then, even his energy and enthusiasm for practicing martial arts would be completely gone, and all his martial arts skills would be wasted.
However, when his words reached the ears of others, they had a different meaning: He is not good at martial arts, so don't mess around.
The people around were making noises and laughing, and many of them pushed Xiahou Sui in the crowd to go up again.
"He also uses a sword, Xiahou. If he loses a battle, he must win it back to save his face!"
"That's right. If you don't dare, how are you going to survive in the future?"
"Don't listen to what Mr. Zuo says. That scholar looks pretty good. He's a worthy opponent."
Amid the noisy sound, Xiahou Sui clenched the scabbard of his sword, glanced at Zuo Zhengyang over there, and then looked at the scholar who was still concentrating on painting and did not express any opinion.
"Even if we can't win, we can still keep our reputation by telling people that it was a one-on-two fight."
After weighing the pros and cons, he gritted his teeth, pushed away the person in front of him, walked back, drew his broadsword and pointed it at the scholar who was painting over there.
"Xiahou Sui is frustrated and wants to teach me again. Is that brother over there willing to come down and fight?"
Zuo Zhengyang frowned, sighed and turned his face away to look at Lu Liangsheng, but the latter seemed not to have heard him, and the pen and ink were still moving in his hands. At this time, the whole picture of the government office was drawn, and the outlines of the surrounding residential buildings were also vaguely outlined.
"Brother over there, are you willing to come down and fight me?!"