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The cold wind was biting the bones, the grass was flying, and the bonfire in the hall was flickering. Su Qinian stood in front of the Qingyang Hall, looking at Li Qinghe in the distance. His eyes were open and unobstructed.
"Okay, catch my three swords. If you can't catch them, I want the "Life-breaking Knife" knife manual."
Li Qinghe's eyes were burning, but that was not greed. Su Qinian saw a desire and madness for the knife.
Sword Crazy and Sword Crazy, passed down from father to son, are worthy of being blood relatives.
"good!"
Su Qinian also responded. He had no intention of backing down. No matter how strong Li Qinghe was, he had not yet comprehended the eighth level of "Turtle and Snake Technique". If he failed like this, there would be no harm in handing over the "Life-Sustaining Knife", let alone the "Turtle and Snake Kung Fu". If one has evil intentions and darkness in mind, it will be difficult to master a top-notch sword technique like "The Life-Ending Knife", and it will not be able to exert its true power. Su Qinian is not afraid of falling into the hands of bad people.
Ding ding ding ding!
Li Qinghe raised his eyebrows and took a step forward, dragging the five-foot-long knife on the ground, causing sparks to fly on the bluestone bricks.
His steps were extremely fast. At first, he took only a few feet in one step, and later it was more than ten feet. After three steps, he took several feet in one step. The air behind him was twisted, and a sweaty horse fell to the ground and galloped. His energy and blood were like smoke and clouds, illuminating several feet. Ten feet of land.
What a strong momentum!
Su Qinian seemed to see a stormy wave coming towards his face. In an instant, the five-foot-long knife drew an extremely tricky trajectory and slashed diagonally towards his arm. The air was like cracked silk, and was trapped under the blade as thin as a cicada's wing. Tear apart silently.
The pale light of the sword suffused with a sense of cruelty. It was an enemy-killing sword technique that belonged to the frontier battlefield.
It is also a basic sword technique, but it is streamlined to the extreme. It is aimed at the vital point, but it is not as vicious as an assassin. Although it is equally ruthless, it is dignified and iron-clad.
Clang!
Su Qinian took out the sword. The green iron sword was like a bolt of lightning, lying in front of the thin blade. The blades intersected, but there was no sound of gold and iron. Li Qinghe felt an extremely sticky feeling coming from the blade. The power, all the strength is like a mud cow entering the sea, disappearing without a trace.
"Turtle Snake Fist, the power of boxing, and the principles of Tai Chi rotation are integrated into the sword technique."
Li Qinghe's eyes were as bright as lightning. His energy and blood were gushing out, and his fighting spirit was strong. He could see through the reality of Su Qinian's sword skills at a glance.
"Second knife!"
With a loud shout, the long knife set off a strong wind. Like a stormy sea, the blade was as red as the blood, and the energy and blood gathered together, but it condensed into less than half an inch of energy.
A violent storm!
With this sword strike, a solemn look appeared in Su Qinian's eyes. This second sword technique was no longer a basic sword technique. Some of the descriptions of such a sword technique in Su Qinian's memory seemed to be similar to the ones his father relied on. The famous Wave-Severing Sword is very similar.
Wave-cutting knife?
As soon as Su Qinian thought about it, he understood that Li Qinghe really had an extraordinary talent. He could turn a sword into a sword and incorporate his father's swordsmanship into his own sword. Although he had only made the first sword, he had already made it. It can be seen that this prototype of swordsmanship is not just third-rate.
call!
Su Qinian turned the green iron sword upside down in his hand, with the tip of the sword facing down. He turned around, and his whole temperament suddenly changed, as if an ancient turtle woke up from a long slumber, broke free from the shackles on his body, and crashed into the suppression. Its demonic mountain for many years.
Li Qinghe's pupils suddenly shrank, and Su Qinian's knife pointed downwards and pushed it sideways. In his eyes, it turned into the shell of a divine tortoise, branding Bagua Kanli, Xunfeng and thunder, and instantly filled the whole world.
clang!
With a loud noise, the two people's blades collided, and finally a dazzling spark was created. A large cloud of sparks burst out, and a wisp of strong wind centered on the two people, sweeping in all directions. Weeds flew all over the sky, and there were bluestone bricks all around them. It's clean and the dust is gone.
Kick! Kick! Kick!
The next moment, the two of them took ten steps back at the same time and stood six feet apart.
This knife is evenly matched.
"The marrow has been obtained through trance. If I am not wrong about your Turtle Snake Fist, at least six movements have been obtained by trance."
Li Qinghe's eyes became very serious and solemn, and he was also a bit amazed. In just over a month, he had comprehended and practiced Wudang's "Turtle and Snake Kung Fu" to such a level. Even he was ashamed of himself, let alone the Seven-Style Turtle. Snake Fist, many boxing moves involve the yin and yang principle of Wudang Tai Chi. It is easy to get a glimpse of the method at first, but it is not easy to understand it. It depends on the chance to get the essence.
"There is one last stab." Su Qinian said calmly.
"I first learned about this sword not long ago. I originally thought that two swords would be enough. But now it seems that I have underestimated you. You have not even forced out the "Life-breaking Knife". It seems that you still have some foundation, but you are not This trip is in vain.”
Now, Li Qinghe speaks eloquently, and when it comes to martial arts and swordsmanship, his mind is as fast as lightning, and he is more eloquent than Juren, who is well-read in poetry and books.
Su Qinian slowly tightened his grip on the handle of the knife, because at this time, Li Qinghe's body was filled with a depressing aura. Even if it leaked out of his body, his mental power to grasp the void in all directions was also suppressed.
This breath is extremely familiar!
Boom!
Li Qinghe took out his sword, and with the third strike, his whole aura became extremely fierce. This strike was like thunder in the air. If you look carefully, it was like a huge wave on the blue sea. The waves crashed on the shore, deafening.
The pale sword struck down, yes, it fell down, the air was compressed, and an explosion was heard.
On the tip of the knife, the blood-colored aura was puffing out, reaching about half an inch.
The strong wind blew against his face, like a sword cutting and scraping his bones. Su Qinian was finally sure that this was nothing else but the sharp edge of the knife.
The edge of the sword!
Generally speaking, this is the true meaning of weapons that only everyone with weapons can understand, and it is a watershed for those who use weapons.
With one sharp step, you can reach the stars with your hands, otherwise, just a few steps away, they will be nothing but flowers in the mirror.
Unprecedented light burst out from his eyes. Under such pressure, Su Qinian also developed a strong fighting spirit. When it came to the Seven-Style Turtle Snake Fist, he took the method of transporting power and exerting strength and the principles of Tai Chi Yin and Yang, which were only preliminary incarnations. I haven't fully mastered the sword technique yet, and the previous two sword skills have reached their limit.
Buzz!
The green iron sword trembled at high speed, and the air vibrated, creating fine wrinkles. In an instant, Su Qinian's blood burst out, and he climbed to the top of the mountain. His skin, tendons, bones, and marrow all screamed. If the war drum beat, even his internal organs would The internal organs and five internal organs also feel faintly, the heart and lungs are beating, and the breath is long and powerful.
Clang!
In the flash of lightning, Su Qinian's long green iron sword cut through the air. The sword's light was as bright as the sun rising into the sky, as if it were the master of light in the world, conquering darkness and purifying evil spirits. On the tip of the sword, half an inch of red light shone like clouds. Smoke, stormy waves, violent winds and rains were all cut off by this hot and sharp sword light. The dark clouds melted like white snow in spring, and the sun shone on the earth, making everything glow with vitality.
The moment of light seemed to dispel a lot of the chill in the Qingyang Palace. The bonfire in the palace rose, the flames were bright, and the dead branches burned and crackled.
In front of Qingyang Hall.
Su Qinian sheathed the sword and looked at Li Qinghe, who was ten feet away. There was blood dripping on the five-foot white iron sword in his hand, but the blade was spotless and not stained with blood. It was obviously a hair-breaking blade.
And at Li Qinghe's feet, two faint plow marks extended forward about three feet, which was a full three feet of land that was shaken back.
"You're not at your peak, so I can't defeat you."
Su Qinian said: "You can rest for a few days and fight again another day."
Read the books of sages and understand the truth and principles. Su Qinian has a gentleman's bearing and is unwilling to take advantage. A gentleman conquers people's hearts with his magnanimity and light.
Li Qinghe took a deep breath, but shook his head, and his tone became stiff again: "I followed my father on the border when I was ten years old, and killed many demons. The blood and pain are more in line with the artistic conception of my swordsmanship. This injury has not damaged me. Fighting power, I lost.”
After saying that, he turned around, drew the knife, and left straight away, as if he didn't want to talk to Su Qinian anymore.
Looking at Li Qinghe's slightly staggering back, Su Qinian frowned at first, then relaxed his brows. After a long time, a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
…
Chen hour has arrived again, and the morning sun has begun to rise.
The orange-red sunshine stretched for a long time, the bonfire in Qingyang Palace was extinguished, and green smoke curled up. Su Qinian opened his eyes and looked outside Qingyang Palace, where a familiar figure gradually approached. (Updated at noon. I haven’t written about such a lively competition in a long time. How can I describe it so well? Please vote for it and add it to your collection.)
