Chapter 404 Pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger
It was said that Zijing accidentally injured Baoyue's lower abdomen with his sword, and felt guilty. Fortunately, Baoyue was still alive. Zijing gave the sword to Baoyue as an apology, saying that because the Qiushui sword was stained with blood, he had lost the bet, and the Zhen brothers and sisters could continue to stay on the No. 1 sword side.
Amidst the cheers of the disciples, Zijing turned around and wanted to leave. When Chen Long saw Zhou Mi busy bandaging Bao Yue, he felt bitter in his heart. He gritted his teeth and shouted, "Stop! Great Sword Master, please stay!"
Zijing's steps trembled slightly, turned around, looked at Chen Long strangely, and asked, "Are you talking to me?"
Chen Longhu stood up and responded unceremoniously: "You hurt my sister, and you want to leave just after saying a few words! Let me ask the great swordsman, you just said that if you lose to me, you will lose your position as the first swordsman. Let me ask you, did the great swordsman forget this sentence so quickly?"
One sentence stirred up a thousand waves, and all the disciples exclaimed in surprise, and discussions broke out one after another. Zijing's face turned red and white. He had indeed said this, but he didn't expect Chen Long to pursue it to the end. Qiu Jian took a step forward and shouted: "Zhen Dong, you are brave!" Chen Long had long been tired of dealing with Qiu Jian, his eyes widened, and he counterattacked: "The great swordsman himself is here, is it your turn to speak, Master Qu?" A violent aura rushed directly to Qiu Jian's face. Qiu Jian couldn't help but take half a step back, his momentum suddenly weakened.
Zijing raised his hands to signal everyone to be quiet, and said slowly: "Zhen family disciples, we only allowed your brother and sister to stay because of your sister's injury. Why should you go too far?" As soon as these words came out, all the disciples understood that Zijing really wanted to break his promise. , but no one dared to speak out against it. Of course, Zijing couldn't just give his seat to Chen Long, otherwise how could he explain it to his master Wang Yue? He had to pretend to be confused and think about countermeasures nervously.
Chen Long sneered and said: "It turns out that the great swordsman has a bad memory."
Zijing turned sideways to the disciples, narrowed his eyes, and said: "What I said seems to be that if you can defeat me, you can take my seat, instead of giving up the seat if you lose to you two brothers and sisters, let alone this win or loss. It has nothing to do with martial arts. The most capable ones from the Nanlin Sword Sect will come first. When you can defeat me alone, come and challenge me again." He tossed his sleeves and turned away again.
Chen Long's feet moved slightly, and his body was already moving like clouds and water, blocking Zijing's face. This time the Qing Gong was displayed, the movement was elegant and swift, once again causing the onlookers to exclaim. Qiu Jian and Liu Jiannan were even more speechless. What is the origin of Zhen Dong? Is this the legendary pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger?
The shock in Zijing's heart could not be greater. It seemed that her confidence in the movement skills for which she was famous suddenly collapsed. Without touching the ground, Zhen Dong's figure suddenly appeared in front of him. This light skill was clearly not inferior to his own. Zijing's eyes narrowed even further, light flashed in the thin slits of his eyes, his body straightened up, and he asked: "Zhen Dong, what do you want?"
Regarding Chen Long's entanglement, Wei Xi felt vaguely that he could not let it go, and gradually became more confident in his heart. It seemed that the matter could not be resolved smoothly without killing this man's arrogance. He glanced at Qiu Jian fiercely, wondering what kind of trouble this old boy had caused him! ?
Zijing's momentum suddenly rose, and Chen Long felt the same. He immediately raised his body, used his momentum, and stared into Zijing's eyes without giving in. Chen Long was already tall, and with this increase in aura, he immediately outshone the slender and handsome Zijing. Zijing and Chen Long stared at each other for a long time. Zijing finally asked, "Are you crazy? You want to fight me alone now?"
Chen Long replied: "Yes, it is now! Do we have to wait a few years?" After speaking, he pointed at Baoyue and said: "You hurt my sister, I want revenge. If I lose this battle, no matter whether I am dead or injured; If you lose, I will be the number one swordsman of the Nanlin Sect."
Zijing was so angry that she laughed, this Zhen Dong is so arrogant, he really thinks he is a fool! Zijing laughed loudly, stretched out his white jade-like hands and said: "Are you trying to trick me into not having a sword in my hand? Okay, I promise you, if you can defeat my hands with a sword, I will give up my position as the number one swordsman." Bit."
Chen Long quickly drew out his long sword, stepped back three feet, and faced Zijing from afar. Although the long sword was an ordinary thing, it was still bright. Chen Long casually folded the long sword into two pieces. How could Chen Long take advantage of Zijing? Chen Long put aside the broken sword, jumped up, and had already pounced. Xiang Zijing.
This was a fair fight, and Zijing was already on full alert, flying his palms to guard the door. Both sides had no swords in their hands, just a pair of fleshy palms. Chen Long finally put aside the long sword, which he was not good at, and used all his strength in boxing, kicking and sparring.
Zijing was good at swordsmanship. Just now, he impulsively gifted the long sword Qiushui to the beauty Baoyue. He never thought that he would have to duel with Chen Long at this moment, and because he didn't believe that his martial arts skills could not beat Chen Long, he was too confident and chose to go directly. Fist and kick duel with Chen Long. When it comes to boxing and kicking skills, Chen Long's Jeet Kune Do is simply incomparable. Who can compete with him? Wei Xi kept punching, feeling that the opponent's punches and kicks were getting heavier and heavier, and he was gradually losing ground.
The more Zijing fought, the more frightened he became. Relying on his excellent Qinggong skills, Zijing moved between Chen Long's fists and feet. It could be said that he was surrounded by dangers. Chen Long reached the third level of the group breath skill, and his state gradually reached its peak. Chen Long had the upper hand on the offensive. Seeing that Zijing's breath was long and his defense was undisturbed, he adjusted his footwork again and used boxing skills. He switched his left and right feet continuously, moved his body from left to right, and instantly launched countless jabs and punches. Side legs.
Zijing was practicing classical boxing and kicking skills. He had never seen such simple and direct probing boxing and kicking skills. But Chen Long's punches and kicks were extremely heavy. Every minute he tried to test the punches and turned into heavy punches. Every punch and kick had to be dealt with seriously. Zijing could only use a set of dense palm techniques, and the water flowed from both palms. He kept going back and forth, protecting himself in front of him. Although there were no dangers with every move, Zijing felt that his strength was slowly leaking out like water drops. Under Chen Long's intensive punches and whips, there was no chance to breathe.
Chen Long's physical strength shows no signs of exhaustion. The characteristic of Jeet Kune Do is to turn complexity into directness, which is the most energy-saving. However, every punch of Chen Long carries internal strength, and every kick is not less than a thousand pounds of force, so Zi Jingyue Da Yue felt a lot of pressure.
Baoyue had already finished bandaging. Although her face turned pale, she still didn't want to leave to rest. Zhou Mi helped her sit on the steps to watch the battle. Seen from outside the battle circle, Zijing's pair of long palms turned into countless palm shadows, forming a circle of defense around him, while Chen Long's figure formed a phantom, constantly rushing forward to attack, but was repelled by Zijing's water-like palm shadows. On the one hand, he is persevering and on the other hand, he is impregnable. Between the attack and the defense, the scene is wonderful. The clashing sound of strength is constantly heard, and it is difficult to distinguish the winner with a thousand moves.
Zijing's physical strength gradually depleted, and he finally showed signs of fatigue. Chen Long's real strength immediately felt the fatigue, and he further strengthened his attack. He pursued weight with every punch and kick, and tried his best to find Zijing's palm duel. When the fists and palms collided heavily, Zijing's internal strength and physical strength were quickly consumed.
Suddenly, two thousand moves had passed. Chen Long struck faster and faster, his body barely touching the ground. Hundreds of consecutive whip kicks on both sides hit Zijing's left and right elbows like mountains. Although Zijing used her internal strength to protect her arms, she felt that her defense was getting weaker and weaker. The violent impact made the bones of both arms ache, and she could no longer attack with even one move. Zijing's heart had already become cold. , Qingzhi fell into Chen Long's offensive trap today, and could not escape the fate of a disastrous defeat. I'm afraid that this battle will ruin my reputation, and I won't be able to explain it to Wang Yue and the emperor.
Zijing's momentum became weaker and weaker, and he became the target of Chen Long's punches and kicks. Zijing wanted to find a way to jump out of the circle, but she couldn't escape. She was sore all over from Chen Long's crazy attacks, but she refused to admit defeat, so she had to grit her teeth and hold on. Another hundred moves have passed, and Zijing feels that his limit is approaching, and his palm skills are becoming more and more sluggish, and he is no longer as smooth as he was in the first battle.
Just when Zijing's defensive circle was about to collapse, a gap suddenly appeared in Chen Long's attack. Just like a sheltered roof suddenly appeared in the storm, Zijing instantly jumped into the sky, shot backwards, and flew to a big tree. He clung to the trunk of the tree and saw Chen Long chasing after him like a shadow. He raised his palms and shouted breathlessly: "Hold on!"
This slight gap was a flaw deliberately created by Chen Long. He did not want to tire Zijing to death. Sure enough, Zijing was already running out of gas, so as soon as there was a chance, he took the initiative to withdraw from the battle circle. Chen Long stood in front of Zijing's outstretched fleshy palm and asked deliberately: "Great Sword Master, what do you mean?"
Zijing stroked his chest and felt that his energy and blood were surging continuously. His inner breath was very disordered. If he didn't leave, he might vomit blood and make a big fool of himself on the spot. Zijing struggled to suppress his energy and blood, and said: "You are really good at boxing and kicking. I will teach you sword skills next time." The implication is that boxing and kicking are not his strong points. He did not use the sword today, so he lost to Chen Long. Fists and kicks.
After Zijing said that, he stepped a little closer to the big tree and entered the shadow of the forest behind, disappearing. Chen Long shouted loudly and asked: "Will you give me the position of great swordsman or not?"
After a while, Zijing's distant voice came from the woods: "The position of First Sword Master Fang is temporarily held by Zhen Dong. When I return, I will fight with my sword." The voice gradually faded away, and finally disappeared.
If you want to know what happens next, listen to the explanation next time.
