At this critical moment, a boy from a distance threw a piece of wood, which hit the Japanese sword in Kawashima Solami's left hand, and the Japanese sword fell to the ground.
Song Qingfeng opened his eyes and saw that it was his junior brother Du Lisi.
As a registered disciple of the lay family, Du Lisi was learning swordsmanship in Wudang at this time.
Kawashima Sulang glanced around and saw that Du Lisi was tall and strong! There was a firewood basket on his back, filled with firewood.
"Elder brother, are you okay?" Du Lisi asked.
"I...I'm fine," Song Qingfeng said with a blush on his face in shock.
Du Lisi came to the side of the little Taoist boy again and asked, "What do you think?"
"I...I..." The little Taoist boy was so painful that the sweat on his forehead dripped down like soybeans, and he was speechless.
"You take a good rest first, and I'll take it out on you right away!"
"Junior brother, where are you from?" Song Qingfeng asked.
"I just came back from going up the mountain to cut firewood, and I happened to see you guys having a lively fight here, so I came over to take a look."
"What's your name?" Kawashima Solami picked up the Japanese sword from the ground, inserted it into the scabbard, and stared at Du Lisi with both eyes.
"This is Du Lisi."
"Are you a disciple of Wudang?"
"So be it."
"Do you also know Wudang swordsmanship?"
"I just know a little bit about it."
"Then let's give it a try."
Song Qingfeng quickly pulled Du Lisi aside and whispered: "This guy is a Japanese ronin. He is so powerful that I am no match for him. You'd better not compete with him."
"Senior Brother, it is precisely because he is not Chinese that I want to compete with him. Even if I cannot beat him, I cannot lose to him in terms of momentum." Du Lisi said.
"Is this...is this possible?" Song Qingfeng was still worried.
"Elder brother, don't worry, lend me your sword."
"Can."
Du Lisi put down the firewood basket, took the sword from Song Qingfeng's hand, came to Kawashima Sulang, and said, "I'm here to play with you."
"The sword has no eyes. If you get hurt, you will be unlucky!" Kawashima Hayami said.
"clear!"
The two people had nothing to say, so they fought with their swords raised.
When the two men exchanged hands, Kawashima Sulan was shocked. Du Lisi was not only strong, but also very flexible. The sword seemed to come alive in his hands, appearing and disappearing, making it difficult to guard against.
Song Qingfeng and other senior brothers were also surprised to see Du Lisi's agility.
The two fought for about twenty rounds. Seeing that Kawashima Hayami could not win against Du Lisi, he repeated his old tricks. He held his sword in his right hand and quickly pulled out the Japanese sword with his left hand and stabbed Du Lisi in the right chest. Unexpectedly, Du Lisi had already taken precautions and kicked out the Japanese sword in his left hand.
Kawashima Satami was surprised. He didn't expect that Du Lisi's kick skills were so powerful. His hands immediately swelled up after kicking him.
Just when Kawashima Sulang was stunned, the sword in Du Lisi's hand flipped over and pierced Kawashima Sulang's right arm. The tip of the sword penetrated the front of the arm, and the back was exposed, and blood immediately sprayed out. come out.
Kawashima Satami said "Ouch" in pain, turned around and ran away, not wanting the Japanese sword.
"Great Kung Fu!" All the brothers praised, "I didn't expect you to be so good! You chop wood every day, how can you find the time to learn Kung Fu?"
"Eldest brother, brothers, I just won by luck." Du Lisi did not chase Kawashima Satami, but returned the sword to the eldest brother, picked up the Japanese sword from the ground, and inserted it into his own waist.
