"Bang bang bang bang..." The crisp sound of bamboo swords clashing resounded one after another. Two men wearing full kendo uniforms swiftly waved their bamboo swords in the wooden field, their steps changing freely, trying to avoid each other's attacks as much as possible.
At this time, there was still a spectator in the venue, who was watching the two people fighting in the venue with their mouths agape. A young man dressed in black kendo samurai uniform holds a sword in his right hand, brushes the hilt of the sword with his palm, flips the sword 180 degrees, and draws out the sword with his backhand.
The bamboo sword made of roasted green bamboo made a shrill sound like a strong wind blowing through the bamboo forest. The force of this sword was heavy, and the arc of the fan it crossed was as thin as a cicada's wing, showing its sharpness.
The helmeted soldier in white clothes raised the bamboo sword in his hand at the same time, raised it straight behind his back, and then swung it forward at high speed.
The blade of the bamboo sword passed through the blurred afterimage, tearing out the air in front of it and making an explosive sound. This is the result of Chu Zihang's hard training for many years. After the physical strength has been transformed by the violent blood technology, this move is no less than Yuan Zhisheng's original Beichen Yitiao style.
In terms of pure proficiency, Chu Zihang has reached the level of proficiency, and it is especially obvious that he is even better.
One horizontally and one vertically, criss-crossing, two illustrious streams of light intersect at this moment.
"Bang!" There was no loud noise as expected, and a bamboo sword burst suddenly, shooting out thousands of pieces like falling flowers and butterflies.
The other bamboo sword stopped firmly in front of the white-robed soldier's neck. It stands to reason that at such an extremely terrifying speed, the two bamboo swords are the same in terms of material, stress level, and buffering level.
But only one bamboo sword was destroyed, and the other one remained as strong as ever. Chu Zihang slowly took off his mask, signaling to admit defeat.
Li Longyuan withdrew his bamboo sword with his backhand and threw it aside casually.
"How did you do it?" Chu Zihang finally couldn't bear the doubts in his heart and asked.
"I have seen Yuan Zhisheng's cutting and falling sword skills." This sentence was enough for Chu Zihang to clear up his doubts. As the young master of the eight Sheqi families, Yuan Zhisheng had practiced almost all ancient Japanese sword skills, and had reached the Such as the level of Zhenhuajing.
And with Li Yongyuan's amazing combat IQ, if he encounters this trick again, he will definitely find a way to break it.
Perhaps, it was in the different positions of the two bamboo swords when they struck each other. Chu Zihang's idea was absolutely correct. At the beginning, Yuan Zhisheng cut the imitated Nagaso Ni Kotetsu into two pieces, causing Li Longyuan to suffer a big loss.
After that battle, Li Yongyuan kept reviewing it in his mind. Although Nagasone Kotetsu was not as good as the Spider Kiri in Minamoto's hand, the forging process and materials were both top-notch. How could Li Yongyuan be completely shattered by one blow? After careful analysis of Beichen's Itto-ryu technique, we found the reason. It fell at such an extremely terrifying speed, and the contact between the blade and the air produced an extremely strong trembling frequency.
It was that frequency that caused metal resonance when it came into contact with Nagaso Nekotetsu's long sword, and then caused it to disintegrate from the inside.
Scattered bamboo strips exploded onto the floor, and the splashing sound almost made Lu Mingfei jump. The young man in black kendo uniform took off his mask, revealing his handsome face.
"Lu Mingfei, come on." Li Longyuan tilted his head and waved to the skinny boy.
"Huh?" Lu Mingfei made a questioning sound in his nose. He looked at Li Longyuan and then pointed at himself, as if he suspected that he heard wrongly.
Chu Zihang had already handed him a complete set of protective gear and a brand new bamboo sword. The boy accepted it flattered, his mind almost exploding with all kinds of emotions.
"What's going on? You Linghu Chong and Zhang Wuji are engaging in a sword debate at Mount Huashan. Why do you bring along a passerby, A, B, B, D? Isn't his role just to clap his hands and shout "Great Hero Zhang is awesome!" "But he still put on the mask and kendo uniform honestly. After all, if he wears protective clothing and fights, it shouldn't hurt!
After putting on the white armor, Lu Mingfei nervously held the sword with both hands, the tiger's mouth pressed tightly against the white cowhide-wrapped hilt, and leaned forward imitating Chu Zihang's previous steps, which was a bit funny.
Just like recorded in ancient books
Ridiculous remarks such as "Chu people are crowned by monkeys". Lu Mingfei does look a bit like a monkey wearing protective gear.
Li Longyuan took a step forward, holding a sword in his middle hand. A bamboo sword stood vertically, showing its sharp edge. He showed a serious attitude towards his opponents, which made Lu Mingfei feel solemn and at the same time, he also had the iron-blooded aura of a warrior and an iron horse coming towards him.
It was as if the person in front of him had actually seen blood and experienced killings on the battlefield. Li Longyuan just wanted to test Lu Mingfei's skills here to see if he could inspire his hidden bloody nature.
Is it just as he guessed that he is just pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger? Lu Mingfei held the bamboo sword with both hands, and seemed to be possessed by a master in martial arts.
"Bang!" The armored man in white didn't know where he got the courage, and he took the lead and smashed his bamboo sword down.
He was directly picked up by Li Longyuan's sword and hit his chest armor with a snap. Lu Mingfei was in pain and almost dropped the bamboo sword he held in both hands.
"Come again." Li Longyuan's cold voice was like ice that had not melted for thousands of years, and Lu Mingfei almost shuddered for an instant.
It was as if there was a serious kendo instructor standing next to him. Lu Mingfei once again exerted all his strength and swung his sword upwards again, but was swept away by a ruthless sword and fell heavily to the wooden floor.
"Ouch!" the boy yelled under the mask, seemingly wanting to admit defeat.
"Get up and come again." The swordsman in black walked up to Lu Mingfei and looked down at him condescendingly, his eyes moving and his tone unquestionable.
The boy looked hesitant and forced himself to get up again.
"Like a warrior, pick up your sword and stab here!" Li Longyuan slapped the armor on his chest loudly, as if he wanted to use his words to arouse Lu Mingfei's fighting spirit.
But the boy's hand holding the sword was still trembling slightly.
"Ah!" Lu Mingfei shouted, almost closing his eyes, and swung the bamboo sword down again.
"Bang!" Instead, Li Longyuan put away his bamboo sword, blocked it with his left arm, and blocked the incoming sword from the empty door. Then he punched the boy in the lower abdomen through his armor, knocking him backwards.
Chu Zihang looked with his hands on his chest and frowned slightly, as if he felt that the soldier in black had gone too far. Li Longyuan also had a suspicious look in his eyes. This guy's moves were unorganized and he didn't look like a practicing martial artist at all.
But he still stretched out his palm and hooked it, making a provocative gesture specially designed for battle.
"Forget all your identities, forget your worries, and get rid of your shackles. Now there is only me standing in front of you. Pick up the sword and defeat me. This is your only mission now." Li Yongyuan held the sword in both hands while posing to attack the driver. He spoke seriously to Lu Mingfei, who was lying on the ground.
The boy wearing white kendo protective gear also began to get angry at the repeated unprovoked provocations from the young man opposite him, and blood began to spread from the whites of his eyes under the mask.
How could Lu Mingfei not look forward to becoming a figure that attracted much attention like Chu Zihang or Li Longyuan? He only dreamed of it!
It can be said that no man is willing to be at the bottom and accept malicious teasing and ridicule from others when he is born.
When he was watching "The Matrix", he imagined black helicopters and people wearing long black trench coats. They surrounded him and said something to the disbelieving eyes of the students in the class.
"There's not enough time, Ricardo·m·Lu, do you want to continue attending the party?" Then when Zhao Menghua's jaw dropped, he walked up to Chen Wenwen and said something
"Wait until I come back." Then he put on his long windbreaker, boarded the black helicopter that hovered like a big bird, and flew away.
He also imagined when Chu Zihang was speaking as a representative of outstanding graduates, how great it would be for him to one day be admitted to a good university, receive a full scholarship, and deliver a speech in front of all the teachers and students of the school.
Next to him stood the bald principal with a small belly, smiling and kindly as he had never seen before. The head teacher, who had always looked down upon him in the class, could put his hands behind his back and say it to the group of students he led.
"This is the best student I have ever taught." But he knew clearly that those were all illusions, reasons to numb his decadent situation.
He is a complete loser. His aunt doesn't want to see him, no one in the class thinks highly of him, and his parents, who have long had no memory of him, don't know if they will remember having this son.
In the kendo hall, Li Longyuan's words still rang in the boy's ears.
"Like a man, take up your sword."
"That's enough." The lips of the boy lying on the ground moved under his mask, and for the first time he showed an expression other than panic. There seemed to be a king's rage hidden in his brows.
"I can't hear you." Li Longyuan raised the corners of his mouth inadvertently, smiling for the first time since the battle began. He was very satisfied to see Lu Mingfei's transformation.
"I said, that's enough!" The boy climbed up from the wooden floor with some difficulty, holding the bamboo sword tightly with the five fingers of his right hand, and looked directly into Li Longyuan's eyes for the first time. His eyes revealed the same majestic look, and flowed with bright and rich gold.
That golden color is like the brilliance of the sun, pure and dazzling. Lu Mingfei slowly opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but the next sentence was muffled by the fierce and shrill sound of the bamboo sword breaking through the wind.
"Inverse..." The boy swung the sword with a speed and power far beyond his level. The force was so powerful that even Chu Zihang was surprised.
If it were him, this move might even knock him out after passing through various Dong armor protective gear.
Chu Zihang was extremely confident of his own strength, so he also knew that he did not have the ability to stop this sword.
As the opponent, Li Longyuan faced this sword directly, and he had the most intuitive feeling. No matter from which point of view, this is an extremely powerful sword. Even a master who has been immersed in swordsmanship for many years cannot tell the fault of this move.
Break the law with force! Only the absolute tyrannical power applied to the sword can cause such a roaring sound in the air like a mountain roaring and a tsunami.
It tore through the heavy air and was as unstoppable as a meteorite falling to the earth. This has already begun to take shape. The bamboo sword he wields no longer looks like a sword. It is more like a mountain, more like the sea, and more like the sky.
It is a landslide, a tsunami, and a collapse of the sky. Li Longyuan made a decision almost instantly. He could not dodge or dodge this kind of killing sword that almost used all his strength.
He also swung his sword upward, and the bamboo sword drew a red arc. As for why it was red, it was because the fierce and rapid friction between the Xiange and the air had ignited red sparks.
No one can calculate the terrifying power and muzzle velocity this requires, and no one can believe it.
This move is the first of ancient swordsmanship, Rizhao. It is said that the sun rises in the east and shines on all worlds! The two bamboo swords hit one place hard without any bells and whistles, with the slender blades facing each other.
"Bang!" If there is a slow-speed camera here, you will find that the two bamboo swords deformed violently almost at the same time. The tough pure white nylon rope that acted as a trap broke instantly, and four bamboo pieces made of Guizhu were broken. Split into smaller pieces.
Lu Mingfei, who had exhausted all his strength, lay down on the ground, his eyes darkened and he fainted. Li Yongyuan not only stood, but also showed a satisfied smile.
This time I brought Lu Mingfei to the Kendo Hall, and I really gained a lot. Chu Zihang came forward as soon as the battle ended, looking at the young man who took off his mask and revealed a handsome face, with doubts in his eyes.
The power and level displayed by the power of that last sword almost exceeded 99% of hybrids.
This can no longer be explained by the sudden surge of adrenaline. In biological theory, a momentary excessive secretion of adrenaline can indeed stimulate a person's potential superpowers. For example, Charlotte Heffelmeier, a girl from Virginia, USA, lifted a heavy truck to save her father.
For this reason, a group of experts from Kassel College were attracted to do everything possible to get close to the girl to obtain her blood sample to study whether there was any special dragon bloodline hidden in her that could escape the word spirit and blood tie.
But it turns out that she is just an ordinary person, not a hybrid. She can only make her adrenaline surge to the highest peak in an instant and make full use of the power of her muscles.
But no matter how special abilities ordinary people have, there are limits, and the power displayed by that sword has far exceeded this limit.
What's more, Chu Zihang has keenly caught the golden touch in Lu Mingfei's eyes. It is very likely that he is also a mixed race.
"Brother, I'll make a bet with you. Maybe Lu Mingfei will be an S-level freshman among the freshmen next year." Looking at the boy lying unconscious on the floor, Li Longyuan turned his head to look at Chu Zihang, smiled and said.
"He doesn't seem to be able to control that majestic power." Chu Zihang frowned slightly. He did not doubt the power of Lu Mingfei's sword, but he could also see the boy's difficulty.
This was definitely an unfamiliar power to Lu Mingfei. If Li Longyuan hadn't forced him again and again, even he himself didn't know how long this power would have been hiding in his body.
To put it another way, if Lu Mingfei had discovered his unique power very early, he probably would not have developed such a... cowardly and unconfident character.
"As long as it can be used, it's good. Even if it's a beast trapped in a cage, as long as you help him break the shackles, the lion will always show its fangs. It can't eat grass forever." Li Yongyuan said indifferently. Shrugging, he hoped that Lu Mingfei could get rid of the shackles soon and have a real spar with him.
Chu Zihang looked thoughtful, who is not a beast trapped in a cage? As he listened to these words, his eyes wandered away from Lu Mingfei and looked at the figure of the handsome boy in front of him.
"Junior brother Li, do you have such a layer of shackles in your heart, restraining you?" Chu Zihang silently recalled the scene he saw in the Yangtze River under the heavy rain that day. That sword really made Tiandu It split open, the clouds were scattered, the water was driven away, and the city was destroyed.
It's true that the sword energy turned into a flying rainbow, falling like a grand mist.
