When Lei was officially put on the field, not to mention that Jinchang was not optimistic about it, Zhang Xuezhou thought it was mysterious.
They could barely see a trace of the swordsman's temperament in Lei Qui's body.
If the sword in Lei Que's hand was replaced by a hoe, it would be normal to regard Lei Que as a young man hoeing the fields in the countryside.
There is no trace of sharpness in Lei Quiet's body, nor is there any trace of the freedom and heroism of a swordsman.
Until Lei was pulled out of his own sword.
There was no flash of cold light, no magical swordsmanship, Lei Fei's sword was like a farmer dancing wildly with a woodcutter.
His sword was not sharp, and the blade was even a bit blunt, but this sword blocked Mo Xing's frantic flying flower swordsmanship.
"scold!"
A loud roar sounded like thunder, and Mo Angry's body instantly transformed into two figures, and the red sword light on the long sword swept out like thousands of petals.
"It's the sword magical power of Feihua Swordsmanship. It should improve the accuracy of swords!"
Dong Zhongshu murmured softly.
The biggest advantage of Feihua Swordsmanship is its high frequency of strikes, while its disadvantages are its strike power and strike accuracy.
Mo Angry's sword magic is obviously the ability to make up for the shortcomings of swordsmanship.
Blows fell as densely as raindrops, and the sound of tinkling like beads falling on a jade plate was endless.
But in just three seconds, Mo was angry and quickly backed away with his sword in hand.
He looked at his calloused right hand with a look of horror.
Little bits of blood were falling from his tiger's mouth, making his hands tremble.
For a swordsman, holding a sword is the most basic ability. If the hand cannot hold the sword firmly, no matter how powerful the sword is, it will be useless.
When he looked at Lei Quilt again, the condescending look in his eyes was gone.
"Excellent swordsmanship, I am convinced by my mouth and heart!"
Mo loses his temper easily when he is angry, but facing Lei Qui's sword, he can't lose any temper.
The opponent was beaten repeatedly under his wild attack, until he himself was injured.
It's like slapping someone else and breaking your own hand.
Mo was angry and didn't need to try again. He also knew very well that his swordsmanship was completely inferior.
And he had a vague feeling in his heart that if he hadn't forcibly stopped his hand just now, what he would have cracked would not be the crack in his palm, but his whole body.
"I am ranked ninth among the Huainan Prince's guests in terms of swordsmanship. This position is yours," Mo said angrily, "If you want to take a step further today, there are Ning Yu who ranks fifth and Duan Sheli who ranks third. "
"Where's the number one?" Lei was asked.
"Jiu Ye, who ranks first in swordsmanship, and Qing Lingzi, who ranks second in swordsmanship, had a sword fight last month. The two of them were still injured." Mo said angrily: "They don't have to do this kind of work, and they are not responsible for the guest. It’s a trial of challenges, if you want to challenge them, you have to rank higher.”
"I heard that the first-class guests of the Huainan Prince's Palace can enter and leave the A-shaped room in Wenying Pavilion." Lei Ban touched his head and said: "Are you, the ninth, qualified?"
"The ninth is not qualified to enter directly. This requires the top three." Mo said angrily and respectfully: "We still have to do something to be qualified to enter!"
"Top three?"
Lei was holding a blunt sword and glanced at Ning Yu, then looked at the old Duan Sheli.
"He doesn't like me," Ning Yu said unhappily.
"Young man, the ninth guest in the sword is already very good. You should stop it in moderation. Please note that the sword has no eyes. Don't waste your life because of this," Duan Sheli said slowly.
"But I want to be in the top three," Lei was scratched and said, "My realm is a bit poor. I have to go to the Jiazifang to find a good realm technique to practice!"
"That's it?" Duan She said strangely.
"Yes, isn't that the purpose of being guests?"
Lei was surprised.
He held his blunt sword, and Lei felt that his needs were clear.
He came here for Wenying Pavilion's advanced cultivation techniques.
A higher realm obviously corresponds to stronger swordsmanship power, which is his most important need at the moment.
"How bad is your realm?" Duan Sheli asked.
"I'm still in that realm of transformation. Now I want to get better realm skills and step into the magical realm." Lei Bei said: "Don't ask so many questions. Come over and have a fight with me. If I beat you, I'll win." I can go to Wenying Pavilion!"
"That's fine!"
Duan Sheli raised his sword and stood up.
There was a hint of a smile on his face.
He didn't see through Lei Fu's swordsmanship, but in a short conversation, he had learned about Lei Fu's level.
For Duan Sheli, his cultivation in the Self-Improvement Realm was enough for him to intimidate this foolish young man.
This is true even if he has only managed to enter the solipsistic realm in recent years. The gap between the two realms gives him the possibility to intimidate the opponent.
In a swordsman's confrontation, even a slight slowdown in rhythm may lead to death, not to mention being intimidated and leading to insanity.
Duan Sheli held the sword and walked slowly.
Stepping into the center of the ring, he stretched out his hand to salute, which made Lei Ban raise his hand in return.
But Lei's hand was just put down in return, and his body couldn't help but tremble, and then he kept flying with his blunt sword.
Compared to when he was dealing with Mo Angry's Feihua swordsmanship, his swordsmanship at this time had more of a sword-like style and looked a bit sharper.
Corresponding to this is the swordsmanship of Duan Sheli.
"He is Jiugong Master Chen Fengcheng from Jiugong Mountain. This is Jiugong Swordsmanship!"
While Jinchang was still watching with wide eyes, Dong Zhongshu had already revealed Duan Sheli's true identity.
On the ring, Duan Sheli's sword shot out nine stars, and each sword could trigger a nine-stage combo.
It seemed that Duan Sheli only fired one sword, but that sword must have made nine crisp sounds in a row.
This means that at the time of the collision, Duan Sheli had exerted force nine times in a row, and these force impacts must also correspond to increasingly stronger swordsmanship power.
"How to deal with this kind of swordsmanship?" Jinchang asked with interest.
"Keeping a distance and fighting is the best strategy, attacking the opponent with a quick sword and forcing the opponent to defend is the middle strategy, and forcefully resisting is the worst strategy," Dong Zhongshu said.
"You mean that when resisting the collision, the defender's old strength has been used and new strength has not been generated, so it is difficult to resist the blow of nine consecutive waves of collisions?" Jinchang asked.
"That's normally the case!"
Dong Zhongshu nodded.
This is the normal situation, but something obviously abnormal happened in the ring.
No matter how the Jiugong master Chen Fengcheng, who had become a guest guest, used his sword, Lei Guan would stay on one side and resist.
Lei Qui's swordsmanship didn't look perfect, it was even full of shoddy skills and flaws, and he was often booed by some of the swordsmanship practitioners below the ring.
But the opponent's swordsmanship just blocked Duan Sheli.
"How could this be possible?" Dong Zhongshu frowned.
"Duan Sheli's sword could obviously kill the opponent, but it's a pity that Duan Sheli didn't stab him in that direction!"
Jinchang also booed from time to time.
As masters, they could see that Duan Sheli's swordsmanship was extremely superb.
But this kind of master couldn't do anything about Lei Gui, and even the swordsman Mo Angry, who was in the magical realm before, was defeated.
The conversation between Jinchang and Dong Zhongshu focused on Duan Sheli. The reason for this was more because they did not see through Lei Qui's swordsmanship at the moment.
"You feel?"
"If you are fighting in one realm, you are a master of actual swordsmanship. If you are fighting in two realms, you are a master of swordsmanship..."
"First-class swordsmanship?"
Jinchang had doubts in his heart, and when Dong Zhongshu hesitated to make a guess, there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.
"Is this the horizontal sword technique where defense comes first?"
Jinchang's doubts correspond to the fear of separation.
The harder the blow, the more entangled he becomes with the other party.
His strength, his swordsmanship, his level of suppression, and many other strengths were unmatched by him.
With a blunt sword, the opponent blocked all his blows, and then weakened the effects of the blows through constant force release.
Duan Sheli could even sense the terrifying power accumulating in the opponent's blunt sword. If he gave up the attack and the opponent counterattacked, the sword would probably kill him.
"Isn't the purpose of a sword for killing? How can you defeat your opponent with defense?" Zhang Xuezhou asked in confusion.
"This set of swordsmanship seems to make the opponent more murderous and kill harder. Rumor has it..."
Dong Zhongshu's explanation hadn't been finished yet when a cracking sound was heard. Duan Sheli's face on the ring was still filled with joy, and a half-cut sword had already been inserted into his throat.
He looked at the remaining hilt of the sword in Lei Qiu's hand, and couldn't figure out why the broken sword blade inserted into his throat and cut off his life.
"If you want to stab me here with a sword, it will fly away involuntarily..."
Lei heard a low explanation voice, and Duan Sheli's eyes widened.
At this moment before his death, he finally remembered the rumored horizontal sword technique.
(End of chapter)
