The Heavens: Reborn Xu Zhu, Recognizing His Father at the Beginning

Chapter 42

The iron stick in Duan Yanqing's hand became heavier and heavier, and his movements were slightly sluggish when using it.

A short slender iron staff weighing three to four catties, when it collides with the long sword in Duan Zhengchun's hand, it can make a sound similar to that of an iron Zen stick, which shows its internal strength.

On the other hand, although Duan Zhengchun's swordsmanship of the Duan family is dexterous, his internal strength is still much inferior to Duan Yanqing's.

In the blink of an eye, sixty strokes had passed, and a few beads of sweat had already oozed from the bridge of Duan Zhengchun's nose.

There was a sound of clashing iron rods and long swords echoing, and Duan Zhengchun was visibly at a disadvantage with the naked eye.

Ruan Xingzhu looked anxious, but Ah Zi was smiling and gossiping, not caring about her father's life or death at all.

In the blink of an eye, the weapons in the hands of the two were separated at the touch of a touch, Duan Zhengchun made three consecutive moves with the long sword in his hand, and the internal force of the iron plate in Duan Yanqing's hand became more and more tyrannical.

When the fourth sword in Duan Zhengchun's hand flew out with a 'Golden Horse Soaring into the Sky', Duan Yanqing returned with a 'Bright Rooster Clarifying the Dawn'.

When the two swords were facing each other, the blades in their hands seemed to be stuck together.

Duan Yanqing gurgled in his throat, and the iron rod in his right hand suddenly fell to the ground, his whole body was like catkins fluttering in the wind, and the iron rod in his left hand was still firmly stuck to Duan Zhengchun's sword tip.

In an instant, one person stood on the ground with both feet, his body was like a stagnant abyss, motionless.The other person's whole body is flying in the air, like a willow branch floating in the wind.

It was the first time for Ye Wuxin to see such a rare scene of internal strength competition, so she couldn't help but take a few more glances.

A moment later, the long sword in Duan Zhengchun's hand was slowly bent, but the thin iron rod was still hitting the vital point like a sharp arrow.

Seeing that his internal force was about to fail, Duan Zhengchun forced a mouthful of internal force, and shot at the iron rod with one yang finger.

Ah Zi on the side spoke again.

"Mother, look at my father's use of the sword and finger, but it's only a tie with a thin iron rod on the opposite side. If the opponent uses the iron rod in the other hand, does father have three hands?"

"Otherwise, just crawl on the ground and fly. Although it looks a bit ugly, it's better than being poked to death by the opponent."

Ruan Xingzhu watched extremely anxiously, but Ah Zi kept making sarcastic remarks.

In an instant, the arena changed again.

The iron rod in Duan Yanqing's right hand collided with Duan Zhengchun's left finger, and the strength of the two fingers collided again.

Duan Zhengchun retracted his left hand, only to feel a numbness.Just as he raised his breath and was about to point his finger again, a black shadow approached him.

It can be seen that Duan Yanqing is much stronger than Duan Zhengchun whether it is the attainment of the Yiyang Finger or the depth of internal strength.

Duan Yanqing's eyes turned cold, fearing that something would happen again, he swung the iron rod nine times in a row, and rushed towards the vital parts of Duan Zhengchun's body.

Duan Zhengchun resisted with all his might, managed to survive the eighth stroke, and lost his internal strength in the ninth stroke.

With a bang, the head of the iron rod pierced his left shoulder, and the long sword in his right hand snapped.

Duan Yanqing made a strange sound from his throat, and the iron stick in his right hand went straight into Duan Zhengchun's face, trying to kill him with one blow.

Hua Hegen, Fan Hua, Ba Tianshi, and Chu Wanli rushed out at the same time, trying to save Duan Zhengchun's life from Duan Yanqing's hands.

Xiao Feng on the side frowned, and was about to step forward to save him.

Suddenly, a copper coin turned into an afterimage, directly sending Duan Yanqing and others flying out.

Seeing this startling change, everyone was stunned.

After flipping a few times in mid-air to defuse his strength, Duan Yanqing landed on the ground, his eyes sweeping across the head.

The copper coins were half inlaid on the iron rod, intact, but the huge force caused the rod to deform slightly, giving off a faint chill.

Slowly looking into the distance, there was a man in black wearing a bamboo hat, holding three copper plates in his fingers, no specific face could be seen.

All he could see was a blood-red long sword with a scabbard around his waist, and a hint of evil spirit and Zen slowly intertwined.

All the retainers in Dali hurriedly welcomed Duan Zhengchun back, looking at Ye Wuxin with gratitude.Xiao Feng frowned, and took back the steps he took.

"Good trick! Who are you? Why did you come here to disrupt the situation?"

Ye Wuxin remained silent, but Yun Zhonghe at the side spoke.

"Brother, I don't know this kid. The person on the side is Qiao Feng, the former head of the Beggar Gang. Your good apprentice Tan Qing died under his hands."

As soon as these words came out, Duan Yanqing's heart shook, and all the heroes in Dali were moved.

The name of 'North Qiaofeng, South Murong' resounds all over the world, everyone in the martial arts knows everyone, who would have expected to meet here today.

Duan Yanqing set his eyes on Ye Wuxin again, waiting for his answer.

"Nangong hates, a person with no relatives, no reason, no family, no faction, no ties, no worries."

Under the bamboo hat, a gloomy and hoarse voice sounded, causing everyone present to frown.

"Why do you come here to disrupt the situation?"

"The precept against killing life today, I don't want to see someone die in front of me, your Excellency, please go back."

Duan Yanqing frowned when he heard the words, the precept of killing is one of the ten precepts of Buddhism, could it be that this person is a monk.

Turning his thoughts, Duan Yanqing turned his eyes to Xiao Feng who was at the side again, his eyes flickering.

The presence of Bei Qiaofeng had already added more variables. There was also a mysterious figure named Nangong Hen who didn't know how deep he was.

Hearing this reason, Duan Yanqing was startled and angry, stretched out the iron stick in his hand, and wrote on the bluestone board under his feet.

"Your Excellency has never had any enmity with me, so why do you ruin my affairs?"

I could only hear the chi chi sound, it was like writing in the sand, each stroke of the sixteen big characters penetrated into the stone, which is enough to show the profound inner strength.

Duan Yanqing glanced at the copper coins on the iron stick, but did not make any move to use ventriloquist.

Qiao Feng didn't mention it, this person's internal strength is by no means weaker than him, if he is good at this secret technique, if the other party is stronger than himself, he may suffer from it.

After reading it, Ye Wuxin didn't say a word, but the long sword in his hand was slightly unsheathed, showing a trace of sharpness.

In an instant, a thick bloody smell pervaded the air, and the blood mist covered his whole body visible to the naked eye.

The murderous intent condensed into substance, the evil spirit that seemed to be dripping slowly like fresh blood, like a sharp knife, hit the hearts of everyone present.

"Today's Killing Ring"

Duan Yanqing's pupils shrank, knowing that today's event would be impossible, he nodded slowly to Ye Wuxin.

Xiao Feng walked up to Duan Yanqing, wiped the sole of his foot, and all the writing on the bottom disappeared, which meant to write it off.

After a moment of silence, Duan Yanqing hooked the iron stick, and then raised it again.

With a light touch on the iron stick, he left gracefully again.

Casting a cold glance at Ye Wuxin, Duan Yanqing didn't say anything, and Yun Zhonghe quickly left like a god of plague.

Ye Erniang glanced at him slowly, picked up the child at the side, and followed Duan Yanqing, singing nursery rhymes, seemingly crying.

A killing intent entered his mind, and after slowly suppressing the surging emotions in his body, he sighed faintly.

(End of this chapter)