The Broken Sword Style, a technique for slaying demons, consists of ten styles. It was passed down to the former dynasty, Si Tianjian Jianzheng, and is the real secret skill of the Demon Slayer Division.
There are only a handful of demon hunters who have learned the Broken Knife Style, and even masters like Liu Shiyi are unable to perform it.
The reason why Yun Que knows this is because of his mother.
When he was young, his mother taught Yun Que all the experience and essence of the Broken Knife Style.
Over the years, Yun Que often tried to figure out how to practice, but he could only master the first three moves.
The Broken Knife Style is a terrifying sword technique. When used in conjunction with the Demon Sword, it is extremely powerful. It is the only way to hunt powerful monsters.
Yun Que rarely uses it.
Because there is no need.
His demonic sword itself is already powerful enough. Killing demonic beasts of the same level is almost like chopping cabbage. You just have to cut it casually, no matter what sword technique you use.
If you want to kill a seventh-level demon clan beyond the level, the knife-breaking style alone is not enough. You need to use demon power, and you don't need to use sword skills.
So much so that in these years of demon-slaying career, Yun Que had only used the Broken Sword Style very few times.
There are basically no targets available.
This fight is an opportunity to use sword skills.
Because there is a living target.
After the powerful and heavy cold iron rod was swept out, a mysterious change occurred.
It's not just an ordinary sweep, the body of the cold iron rod actually appears in countless phantoms during the tremor!
That is a display of the power of the stick technique!
Each shadow contains astonishing power, instantly amplifying the attack surface of the cold iron rod a hundred times.
Although it was just a stick that was swept towards Yun Que, it was actually a wall of sticks!
There is no way to avoid it, and it is impossible to guard against it.
The moment the stick shadow approached, Yun Que drew his sword.
The posture of drawing the sword is very strange. He lifts it upside down and cuts it out diagonally from bottom to top.
"Once it's broken, Shan Kui Road!"
Buzz! ! !
The blade sliced through the air, producing a harsh sound.
The first form of the Broken Knife Style is to break the mountain and lead the way!
This sword seemed to be slow, but in fact it was as fast as lightning. When the sword was slashed out, Yun Que's figure paused three times quickly in the eyes of others.
It was not coherent, as if he hesitated three times while drawing the knife.
However, in the eyes of a true expert, Yun Que's quick pause was actually the shadow of the sword being drawn.
It looks like one slash, but it's actually three!
Each sword has a huge force of more than ten thousand kilograms. The three swords stacked together have a power of tens of thousands of kilograms!
The three swords were slashed out, forming three long sword shadows that were connected to each other. The surging sword energy formed a sword curtain, like a rushing river, raging from the sky and the earth.
It is said that there is a mountain king in the world who likes to eat human brains and hides in the mountains. He can move as fast as the wind and come and go without a trace. Hunting him is as difficult as climbing to the sky.
This sword was specially created to kill Shan Kui.
With one strike of the sword, the mountain leader's retreat will be cut off. If the sword is drawn, the demon will be dead!
boom! ! !
The blade and the cold iron rod collided firmly.
Sparks burst out, and the explosive wind spread out, rolling up a large area of sand on the ground.
The crowd of onlookers hurriedly covered their faces with their hands to resist the sand and dust.
At the same time, people were shocked.
This kind of battle is a pure competition of strength, without any fancy moves, only fierce punches to the flesh!
Li Gu was so confident that he beat Yun Que to pieces with one stick.
As a result, when the roar exploded, Ligu's expression suddenly changed.
He heard a clicking sound on the back of his hand.
That was the sound of broken hand bones!
What particularly horrified Ligu was that the force of the counter-shock from the Hantie Rod cracked the bones starting from his fingers, and quickly spread to the back of his hands, wrists, and even his arms!
Ligu was so shocked that he gave up desperately.
He didn't dare to hold the cold iron rod anymore, otherwise the bones in both arms would be shattered!
What a power this is!
Li Gu was shocked beyond measure. When he let go, he stepped backwards and fell to the ground.
All the bones in his hands and wrists were shattered.
He had to escape in time, otherwise he would not be able to save his arms.
Ligu was completely stunned.
His hands were shaking constantly, and his big face was covered in cold sweat. He had long lost his arrogant look, and looked like a dazed child who had been kicked to the ground by an adult.
On the other hand, Yun Que.
The stretcher behind him had been shattered into pieces by the huge force, but Yun Que's body was barely standing still with the support of the long knife.
Not a step back!
One move determines the outcome, and now the outcome is decided!
Although the strength of Li Gu was not small, Yun Que already had a demon soul fused to his bones, and his physical body was as strong as a sixth-level monster. He could not be hurt by the strength of a seventh-grade Li Gu warrior.
Except for the numbness in his palms, Yun Que had no injuries at all.
In fact, Yun Que had already kept his hand.
The three knives just now were all directed at the cold iron rod. If one of the knives had been directed at Ligu, Ligu would not be sitting on the ground at this moment, but lying on the ground, with his head already moved.
The Broken Knife Style is a method of killing. If Yunque didn't hold back, Li Gu himself would not know how he died.
After all, it was a competition in the academy, and no one would be killed, so Yun Que slashed all three swords on the cold iron rod.
At this moment, the whole place was silent.
Everyone's eyes widened, their mouths opened, and their eyes glazed over.
A student from Baihua Palace who was carried on a stretcher actually defeated Li Gu, a veteran student from Yanwu Palace, with a single blow!
And looking at Yun Que's appearance, he was so relaxed that he didn't look like he was in a fierce battle, not even a drop of sweat!
Mei Qian sneered and didn't take it seriously. He had known this result and was ready to receive the three thousand taels he got from his big gamble.
Wu Ying looked shocked. He guessed that Yun Que would win, but he didn't expect that Yun Que would win so easily.
Qiong Wu stared at her almond-shaped eyes, with a bit of disappointment on her pretty face. She came to see Yun Que being beaten to relieve her anger, but instead she saw Yun Que's heroic figure defeating a powerful enemy with a single blow. This made Qiong Wu angry and envious at the same time. .
Not to mention how happy Tu Su and Man Shen were, they shouted and cheered for Yun Que, forgetting for a moment that the five taels of silver they had borrowed had already been exported.
The students on the Yanwu Hall side were dejected.
What a shame!
Those people who just yelled and yelled that they looked down on Yun Que now wanted to find a crack in the ground and crawl in.
They all thought that if a stupid cripple came to Baihua Palace, he would be beaten by Li Gu, but a man pretending to be a pig and eating tiger came and not only tortured Li Gu, but also ruined the reputation of Yanwu Palace.
A man lying on a stretcher could actually defeat a martial artist of the same level in the Yanwu Hall. It became a joke in the Yanwu Hall, and he would be laughed at by other schools for who knows how long.
In the silence that filled the place, there was only the sound of the flying wind coming from the cold iron rod.
After Li Gu let go, his cold iron rod was directly thrown away by the huge force. The sound of the breaking wind was terrifying to listen to, and he didn't know how much power it carried.
At this time, someone looked towards Han Tieguang.
Then everyone screamed!
The collapsing cold iron rod was flying towards the main entrance of Yanwu Hall.
At this moment, Mr. Xu Xianyun of the Yanwu Hall walked out of the door with his eyes closed and his waist stretched out.
This gentleman looked like he was still asleep. He kicked in and out of the door.
Bang! ! !
The next moment, people heard the sound of a heavy impact.
The cold iron rod hit Xu Xianyun on the head without any bias.
Now the thousands of students in the square were once again stunned, and for a moment they even forgot to breathe.
The sound of the cold iron rod flying is enough to be scary. At least ten thousand kilograms of force are placed on it, which is enough to knock down a wall and fall on a person's head, causing thousands of peach blossoms to bloom.
Those who were timid thought that someone would die this time.
Yun Que was also stunned.
Just now, he was only focused on drawing the sword and did not pay attention to the consequences of the cold iron rod being thrown out of the plow.
In fact, it's no wonder Yun Que, this is the martial arts hall, full of martial artists. If they can't block his sword, they can't dodge the flying cold iron rod.
Yun Que didn't think much about it at all.
Who would have thought that when Xu Xianyun walked out in a daze while sleeping, he was hit in the face with a stick.
This gentleman takes the stick with his face!
While the students were stunned and frightened, Xu Xianyun didn't even open his eyelids. He raised his hand to rub the spot on his forehead where he was hit by the stick, and walked away as if he was sleepwalking.
They were unscathed!
There’s not even a bag on my head!
Yun Que was secretly surprised.
The force on the stick was at least tens of thousands of kilograms, but Xu Xianyun didn't block it and hit it hard on the face, but he didn't even care!
At least a fifth-grade golden body!
Even higher!
Yun Que mentally guessed Xu Xianyun's true cultivation level.
Mr. Xuegong's cultivation is rarely known, and it is his privacy.
Tianqi Academy has a rule that any scholar with real talent and approved by the academy's elders can teach in the academy.
It is said that even a ninth-grade monk can become a master of the academy as long as he is outstanding and impresses the practitioners of his sect.
Of course, it's just a rumor. It's impossible to really believe that there are ninth-grade low-level monks teaching in the academy.
Among the many gentlemen in the Academy, there is absolutely no weak one.
At this time, Yun Que thought of the new Mr. Beilou in Baihua Palace.
Without the recognition of Dajijiu, Jian Pingzhi would not be able to become a teacher. That magic stick indeed has abilities that are difficult for ordinary people to achieve.
Could it be that Shinto is real?
Is that guy Jian Pingzhi really capable of inviting gods to his body?
When he was confused, Yun Que heard Tu Su's roar.
"The Baihua Palace wins! Haha, well done to Yun Que! There are no cowards in our Baihua Palace!"
With a bang, the crowd in Baihua Palace burst into excitement.
"The Yanwu Palace is nothing more than that! It can't beat our Baihua Palace!"
"I will come to the Martial Arts Hall often from now on!"
"Our Baihua Palace is finally proud for once!"
The students of Baihua Palace cheered and cheered. Baihua Palace, which was once the most looked down upon, finally let out a bad breath today.
Yun Que tried to move his feet.
After exerting all his strength, the muscles and bones of his left leg were unblocked, and he regained consciousness and could walk slowly.
"One thousand taels, plus your book tag, bring it here." Yun Que stretched out his hand toward Li Gu.
Li Gu stared and said nothing, looking indignant and dissatisfied.
Tu Su was a reckless guy. When he saw that the other party wanted to default on the bill, he took a few steps up and snatched a thousand taels of silver notes from Li Gu and handed it to Yun Que along with the book card.
Li Gu struggled to stand up and said angrily:
"You have a good knife, so what's your ability? Why don't we compete with you after I'm healed?"
"Wait until you reach the sixth level. You can't beat me at the seventh level." Yun Que smiled and returned the long knife to Wu Ying.
Ligu was obviously a pampered guy. He had never heard of such humiliation. His big face turned red and he cursed:
"Coward of Baihua Palace! You got a bargain today!"
Tu Su got angry when he heard this and cursed back: "You are so stubborn when you lose, you are so unbecoming of a man! You can't afford to lose!"
"Go to hell with your mother, you stinky barbarian! When I leave the academy, go to the grassland and massacre your clan!" Ligu yelled.
"Kill my clan? I'll beat you to death first!" Tu Su became furious and hit Li Gu firmly in the face with an old fist.
Tu Su finally remembered that he had lost five taels of silver because he bet on the wrong plowed grain, which he had borrowed. Now, not only would he not have enough money for his meal next month, he would also have to find a way to pay it back.
Ligu's hands were injured and he had no time to defend himself. He was punched directly and the bridge of his nose was crooked.
"How dare you hit me! I'll fight you!"
Li Gu kicked Tu Su in the stomach, knocking the Khan out of his head.
As soon as he saw Tu Su suffering a loss, Man Shen screamed and pounced on him. He was the Great Khan's companion and was born to fight to the death for the Great Khan.
The people in the Yanwu Hall next to Ligu also reacted, and three of them immediately rushed over.
As it turned out, Man Shen was even more powerful than Tu Su. He knocked down three Yanwu Hall students with a few punches. He threw Li Gu to the ground and beat him with his old fist.
The Yanwu Hall was immediately furious. Hundreds of people rushed out and besieged Man Shen and Tu Su, shouting angrily. Yun Que was also surrounded.
"Ouch, my nose! Mountain Palm!"
"How dare you kick me in the face! Thunder Kick!"
"You're going to take out my bottom plate? Tiger Crane Hands!"
"Fuck you bastard punch!"
For a time, there were shouts and curses, fists and kicks, exclamations, and wails all gathered together.
Outside the Martial Arts Hall, a group fight occurred that was rare in decades.
This time it became completely lively.
