The stars are like arrows in the sky, and the full moon is like a string.
The flying needle was like a flood of water flowing through the river, passing very quickly. It seemed that it was close to the young man's eyes in just the blink of an eye. It was only a flickering light, and its shape was invisible. It was extremely difficult to distinguish it in the moonlight. When this burst of flying needles came out like a torrential rain, I could only hear a whistling sound in front of me.
So the Luan rose up in a welcoming stance, the sword light flickering out, only the blade of the sword was airtight to resist it. A gap three feet in front of him opened up, and the flying needles struck the sword, making a continuous sound that could not be cut off. Fortunately, the young man lowered his body slightly and was able to pass the rapid flying needles. More than a dozen needles shone like silver and flew close to the bun on the young man's head. It was very dangerous.
"You're an extraordinary kid. You can defeat me, Mr. Mei Lang, with just your sword skills. Counting the two half-step masters from the past few years, there are only three of you. It's really not easy for you at your age." The literati looked surprised, but it was fleeting and did not stop for a moment on his face. Then he laughed wildly again, "But don't think that I am praising you for your swordsmanship. I just want to let you kid know. The graves of the two men were previously covered with grass, but now they are several feet tall."
Yun Zhong took off the remaining flying needle from his bun and looked at it under the moonlight. He saw that the tip of the needle was as dark as ink. He raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "In that case, those two half-step masters who are good at swordsmanship, I had never been poisoned before my death. I heard that people who were good at using poisonous concealed weapons attacked and killed the deceased. Even though they were separated by thick coffins, the surroundings had been barren of vegetation for many years. Your method seems to be inferior to that of ordinary people in the world. "
"If you have the skills to show off your skills, why not go forward and die." The young man brushed off the flying needle that was clearly poisoned and smiled at the plum man, "It's getting late, and I am indeed a little sleepy. Wait until After deciding the winner, go upstairs and sleep peacefully, it won’t be a waste of money.”
Mei Langjun smiled instead of being angry, but the laughter was extremely cold. He raised his sleeves and grinned, "I haven't seen such an angry young man in many years. It's really interesting. I'll pull out your tongue and pick out your bones." , maybe the skin has some magical uses, why not hang it on the grandpa's beam and be a skin-skin boy who opens the door to welcome guests, so that the reputation you have today is not in vain."
Immediately he stretched his sleeves, lifted the sword from his waist into his hands, and stepped forward.
Generally speaking, most of those who have been in the world for many years and are proficient in hidden weapons have little skill in swords, spears, and axes. It turns out that it is extremely difficult to practice hidden weapons, and the strength of the waist and wrists is particularly important. What is important is the sudden use of luck, not He doesn't care about other details, not to mention the strength of ordinary weapons and how to send and receive them. Therefore, although many Jianghu people have excellent accuracy with concealed weapons, it is even more difficult to pick up the weapons and practice them after building the foundation of concealed weapons.
Seeing the behavior of Mr. Mei Lang, Yun Zhong was also puzzled. He slowly raised his eyebrows and raised his sword to greet him. When you are sleepy and tired, your anger is especially strong. Therefore, even though the boy usually has a gentle temperament, now he is even more angry. He doesn't care about why the man in front of him is also skilled in swordsmanship. He carries his strength on one shoulder and points the sword in his hand straight at Mei Langjun's throat. Time passed, the castration was extremely fast, and at the time when the moonlight was covered by thin clouds, a sharp sword light came out.
The two swords met each other, but the young man felt that the sword in his palm did not hit the blade, but was bound by a soft rope. When he looked again, he realized that Mei Langjun did not use the blade to touch the sword, but blocked it with the sword body. , the long sword and bow in his hand were like a crescent moon, and he actually withstood the stab with his strength.
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The scholar smiled strangely, moved his wrist to move the soft sword, and suddenly stretched the sword towards the young man's chest. The tip of the sword snaked and snaked, making it difficult to find a trace for a while.
The owner of a soft sword is ruthless. Someone once noted in the book of hundreds of military records: A soft sword can be bent like a hook with force, and it can be bent like a hook, and it can be straightened like a string. It can be bent and placed in a box, and it can be bent and straightened again. Although it is not a common thing, if used properly, the sword's power can come and go unpredictably. Compared with ordinary swords, it is more treacherous and unstoppable. It may not be possible to see the path of the sword at a glance.
Moreover, Yun Zhong had never seen such a weapon before, and the few words he heard were just gleaned from the sword manuals in Dashan. He did not go into too much detail, only a few lines here and there, and he never wrote down the explanation of the sword path, so It was difficult to send and receive the sword freely for a while, but Mei Langjun took the opportunity, and the soft sword was frequently displayed, forcing the young man to step back one after another, and his brows were slightly furrowed.
It seems that in just a blink of an eye, the two people have already exchanged dozens of blows in the middle of the street. The fallen leaves on the long street drifted around the two people, shattered and splashed, and were moved by the autumn wind, and disappeared one after another.
During the fighting period, Mei Langjun had the upper hand, but now he suddenly sheathed his sword and struck it with the sword blade. He forced the soft sword out of half an arc and went straight to Yun Zhong's shoulder. He couldn't dodge within an inch. After receiving a blow from the sword, he stepped back, his shoulder and back were already hit, and blood flowed.
The soft sword is extremely thin, and is sharper than most weapons. The sword's path just now was very strange. Yun Zhong did not intercept it. His clothes and flesh were cut open by this sword, so he had to give way to the sword edge and pause for a moment. .
"You have been serving under Mr. Yu for dozens of times, and it is quite embarrassing. Among your peers, you are quite proud of yourself. If you nod your head now and join my caravan as a slave, maybe after thirty or fifty years, you will naturally be a humble person." It is better to have a small job than to live on the street." Mei Langjun smiled coldly, picked up a fallen leaf, wiped the blood from the tip of the four-foot-long soft sword, and looked at the young man in front of him with a half-smile.
Even he felt his heart sink when he saw the swordsmanship of this young man just now. Although he was so young, in terms of swordsmanship, he was already not far behind the masters of swordsmanship among the caravans. Only one can know the beauty of soft swords. When he was newly awarded the title of Grandmaster, he relied on his unpredictable soft swords and hidden weapons to eliminate two other swordsmen one after another when the night was deep and the bright moon was not visible. The Grandmaster's reputation was shocking for a while. In addition to the hidden weapon Flying Needle, he still relied on soft sword skills, which was extremely difficult to deal with.
But now, this young man's sword technique is extremely stable, with no flashiness at all, and a true return to his true form. Even if it falls in the eyes of Mr. Mei Lang, he can't find any mistakes.
The young man sheathed his sword, chuckled, and twisted his shoulder, "The sword should be as straight as a pine, and the moves can be changed according to your heart's desire, instead of being so nondescript, using tricks to hurt the enemy, and asking me to defect to the caravan, brother-in-law." , It’s really hard to describe. If you lose your appetite, I’m afraid it will be very inconvenient for you to travel around the world in the future.”
Mei Langjun was shocked and angry, "You should cut off your lips and tongue and hang this little kid like you in the stable." He immediately stepped closer and drew his sword again.
But this time the young man did not draw his sword again. He only relied on his footsteps to avoid the soft sword. In just two or three breaths, he stepped in front of Mei Langjun. The hilt of the sword was only three to five feet away from the latter's throat.
As the soft sword comes and goes, the sword light rises again.
One is called Thrushing Eyebrows, and the other is called Climbing Towers.
The sword light flashed vertically and horizontally, and the gold and iron clanked.
Mei Langjun resisted with his soft sword, but the force was too fierce, and he almost lost his grip on the sword hilt. The sword was originally as smooth as a mirror, but now one corner was damaged, and he staggered back a few steps. Fortunately, Mei Langjun was also very human. He took the sword edge with his left rib, swung several flying knives in his sleeves, and forced the young man back. Only then was he able to stabilize his body.
In just over ten days, Yun Zhong walked through the plum blossom pile in Baihao Mountain more than a hundred times. The soft sword could not stop him, and the path of the sword was treacherous and unpredictable. He could only rely on his body skills to get past the sharp edge, and then use his sword again. This risk-taking was indeed extremely effective. One sword almost broke through the belly of Mei Langjun. Now the blood was dripping, and it was difficult to stop it. It dripped onto the bluestone road, making a lonely sound.
But the withered-faced scholar covered his sword wound with a long smile, which made the young man quite puzzled.
"You are indeed very skilled. You may be more than capable of dealing with people from other places, but as a member of the caravan, who is the master who licks people's blood on the edge of the knife?" Mei Langjun took off his long robe, tied it around his waist, and stopped. With blood seeping out, he was only wearing single clothes and grinned, "It's rare for someone to force me, Mr. Mei Lang, to come here and use this strange poison on your child. Even if you die here, you will be proud of yourself."
Yun Zhong frowned, but felt that his whole body was already a little weak. The hand holding the sword was originally stable, but now he felt that the sword in his palm was getting heavier and his eyes were shaking.
"How can my methods be compared to that of a group of pawns who have never walked many dangerous paths in the world?" Seeing the young man's momentum becoming more and more decadent and barely standing with his sword, Mei Langjun couldn't help but laugh loudly, "The sword is long. Three feet, but the poisonous powder on my sleeve can also be spread three feet away. If you move forward and move forward, how can you close your breath? In this way, this poisonous powder is not wasted at all, and it is all put into your belly, and then mixed with it. The poison from the sleeve arrows previously made it impossible to survive, but it is a pity that someone with such skill at such a young age will always die in a different place."
After half a sentence, Yun Zhong could hardly hear it. This strange poison was so violent that it instantly spread to all the limbs and bones. Even the internal Qi in the meridians was stagnant. It was clear that the blood on his shoulders had not stopped, but the pain was excruciating. It's so thin that the cool autumn breeze can no longer be felt.
But the young man shook his head, struggled to lift the sword in his palm, and slashed his left arm with force, forcing himself to stumble forward again.
It was clearly the end of the powerful crossbow, but Yun Zhong's face was now ferocious, with blood dripping from half of his body, flowing down his shoes, leaving traces with each step.
When Mei Langjun saw the young man's actions, he covered his waist and belly and smiled, "Now that I'm at the end of my strength, I wonder if I can still dodge the hidden weapon? Did you think that the gang members who attacked and killed them all have already retreated?"
Within the eaves, more than a dozen rays of cold light came straight towards him, and a whistling sound began.
But the young man still stepped forward, and several streams of blood exploded from behind.
The sword energy rises and falls instantly.
Mei Langjun's head rolled to the ground.
On the second floor of the inn, there was also the light of swords cutting through the night, and a giant formation measuring dozens of feet emerged.
Yun Zhong staggered, kicked Mei Langjun's head away, sat down on his own, and leaned against the tables and chairs of the wine stall next to the street, laughing miserably. This poison is indeed extraordinary. The originally strong internal energy in the body can only be mobilized by only 20%, which is enough to cut off the head of Mei Langjun, who is also at the end of the crossbow. There is no remaining energy in the whole body.
The moonlight in the sky is so beautiful that it can be used as a jade plate.
The young man had been completely unconscious for a long time. At this moment, he pursed his lips and murmured softly.
"It's a pity that you can still ask for a drink during the day."
