Jiang Xiaobai had long sensed that the other party's martial arts was not weak, but he did not expect that he would be so strong. He not only had the advantage of five moves, but also used his best "soul-locking hand", fighting against him for more than two hundred times. Zhao Zhao did not gain the slightest advantage.
The white-faced scholar seemed to be slow in his attacks, but he always struck first and withstood his attacks time and time again.
Jiang Xiaobai was already sweating on his forehead, but the other party's expression was calm, just like when he first came on stage.
"I'm no match for him."
Although he didn't want to admit it, Jiang Xiaobai understood that as long as the opponent counterattacked and defended, he would lose.
However, last night the master had also explained that this time the martial arts school disciples do not need to be obsessed with winning or losing, and might as well treat the heroes on stage as their usual sparring partners.
"In terms of fists and kicks, I am no match for you. I have to use my sword." After another round of rapid attacks failed, Jiang Xiaobai stopped and said with a helpless smile.
The white-faced scholar nodded but did not answer.
The deacon on the side had already heard Jiang Xiaobai's words and threw his sword in time.
With the long sword in hand, I have the world!
After all, the Xu family is a sword sect, and Jiang Xiaobai is a swordsman.
A cold light passed by, and he held the sword in a "one" shape, stabbing the white-faced scholar like an arrow, using the first of the "Nine Moves to Eliminate Wu Nian" in the Xu family's swordsmanship.
In the inn on the outskirts of the night capital city, Xu Jinye had used this move, but he used his finger as a sword, and although the sword's intention reached the shape of the sword, it was inevitably beyond its reach.
Mei Yuanchen, who was sitting outside the circle of the martial arts school, recognized this swordsmanship at a glance, and now he felt a little worried: "Second Young Master Xu didn't use his sword in the last fight, and we only competed with fists and kicks. My martial arts have been improving recently, and I will never lose to him at that time. However, my martial arts have improved, and Mr. Xu will not waste these few months. Moreover, I have never seen him use a sword... . …”
While Mei Yuanchen lowered his head and meditated, Jiang Xiaobai stabbed him with more than twenty swords in succession. His sword moves were sharp but not ruthless, worthy of the swordsmanship of a major sect, and attracted admiration from the audience.
"What a handsome kung fu from these two young men!" You Shui, who had already been defeated and was sitting in the audience to watch the battle, looked at the exquisite offense and defense of the two on the stage and couldn't help but murmured, "Living in a corner, I don't know the world, I don't know The world!"
Not only were the tens of thousands of people in the audience surprised by the two's skills, but even the people on stage were talking about it.
"Brother Xu, the young disciples of your sect are amazing!" Jin Shenfeng, who was sitting next to Xu Xiaoyi, took the initiative to start a conversation.
Xiaojinshan established its sect with swords. Fifty or sixty years ago, Jin Shenfeng's late master Hou Bojun was also a world-famous swordsman. It's a pity that Hou Bojun only started to accept disciples in his old age, and no one in Xiaojin Mountain can master his forty-nine shadow-chasing sword skills.
Seeing the skills of Xu family disciples with his own eyes, Jin Shenfeng felt worried and ashamed. After all, they were both from a large sect, and none of the second-generation disciples of Xiaojinshan could rival He Zhengrong and Jiang Xiaobai, or even come close to them. one.
Xu Xiaoyi smiled and said, "Brother Jin is ridiculous. Although there are a hundred second-generation disciples standing below, there are only four or five martial arts that are somewhat passable. It's just a show for them. Otherwise, if everyone jumps up and gestures, this martial arts conference will not be completed even if it lasts for a month."
In front of acquaintances, he would tell the truth.
He Zhengrong is the grandson of the great elder of the outer sect and a close disciple of Xu Xiaoyu, while Jiang Xiaobai is the husband-in-law of his second daughter, Xu Suqi, and is also his direct disciple. In terms of martial arts, the two of them are only slightly inferior to Xu Suye. They are on par with Xu Suyan, Xu Sumo, and Xu Jiu, and even have one or two moves better than them.
There are indeed only five young masters of this level in the entire Xu family's outer sect.
"Haha, Brother Xu is so humble." Jin Shenfeng laughed and said, "There are four or five young talents with such extraordinary skills in the outer sect alone. Brother Xu is not satisfied? Ah~~~, my little Jinshan wants to It would be my heartache to have such a disciple."
Hearing people praise his disciple, Xu Xiaoyi felt happy, smiled noncommittally, and turned his attention to the martial arts school circle.
"The world of martial arts is really deep, and the martial arts of this white-faced scholar are by no means weaker than that of Su Ye, and I don't know if he is a master of that hidden sect!"
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After listening to Mu Ye's words, Duanmuyu just nodded and said nothing. I just wrote eight characters on the paper - when the enemy moves, I will be quiet; when the enemy moves, I will hide.
Duanmu Jing knocked on the door: "Young Master, Mr. Xu, Mr. An and Mr. Chen are here."
While he was talking, he came to the desk, looked at the horoscopes, and showed an expression of deep approval.
After learning that the Shenshao Battalion and the Golden Guards had arrived in Ruozhou, Xu Xiaoyu hurriedly asked Xu Xiaoshi to secretly gather his own men in case of an unexpected incident, and then rushed to the residences of An Wuyu and Chen Jinbei without stopping, and met with the two of them. After breathing for a while, he hurried to Juheyuan.
He knew that the Xu family's biggest crisis in a century might be right in front of him.
"Your Majesty, I am guilty!" As soon as he entered the door, Xu Xiaoyu knelt on the ground.
Duanmuyu hurriedly walked over to help him up, smiled and consoled him: "Mr. Xu, why is this happening? Get up quickly."
"Come on, three of you, come inside and talk."
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Holding the sword in his hand, Jiang Xiaobai used the exquisite sword moves continuously. Jiang Xiaobai almost drew the ground into a prison, and for a moment actually trapped the white-faced scholar.
"My more than 200 moves of wrapping, circling, dotting, and circling can only push him to this point. Up to this moment, I haven't even touched the corners of his clothes. Looking at it this way, I'm afraid my martial arts is still on the second level. Above the Young Master. It's strange that I couldn't even see his martial arts skills."
Mei Yuanchen possesses the three major light arts, body skills, and footwork skills of the Twenty-Three Dou Zhuan Tier Steps, Qi Wu Deng Chen, and Qi Men Tiao Step. He is also good at defense than attack. Different from Mei Yuanchen, the white-faced scholar does not rely on dexterous body skills or light skills, but relies on anticipating the enemy first, attacking later, and using it as a defense.
Predicting the enemy is easy to say, but it is just to predict the opponent's next move in advance. In fact, it cannot be done without profound martial arts knowledge and accumulation.
The difficulty of attacking first is that to recruit people, you need to exert force suddenly from behind, and you need strong internal strength to support it. Otherwise, you can only "the idea arrives but the move does not arrive."
The defense relies on the use of clever energy to resolve the opponent's offensive in the moment of confrontation, which is one of the "four ounces to move a thousand catties".
Jiang Xiaobai's attacks became more and more urgent, and the Xu family's swordsmanship also included the kicks of the outer sect. Even so, the white-faced scholar could always take his time and resolve his attacks one by one.
"From the beginning of the competition to this moment, the eldest brother in rags has not even attacked a single move, but he has already forced the Xu family disciples opposite him to become more and more confused. He is hiding his secrets." Mei Yuanchen watched the two men exchange moves intently. At this time, I have made my own judgment.
After the rapid stabbing failed, Jiang Xiaobai used a big spin to throw the sword out, and then used his hands and feet to attack the white-faced scholar's top three.
This is a dangerous move, as it attacks the opponent's neck. Once successful, it will be fatal. Whether it was intentional or not, he did use a killing move at this moment.
The white-faced scholar took two hurried steps back, ducked slightly to avoid the roundabout, and then used a hand to put away Jiang Xiaobai's sword.
The weapon was taken away, the victory was decided.
Jiang Xiaobai immediately stopped his hand, bowed with shame, and said sternly: "I'm rude, please don't take offense to Xiongtai."
This was a competition in the school field, but he used a killing move. Although it was not forbidden, morally speaking, he was naturally inferior. After this competition, he not only lost in sword moves, but also in martial arts.
"Little brother, it's serious." The white-faced scholar returned the salute lightly, handed over the sword, and said softly, "Liangzhou He Beihong."
