The master comes down the mountain: I don’t want to be a son-in-law

Liu Jinsheng stood there blankly, his face pale as his broken arm was bleeding.

He never imagined that Banpu Zhiliang could be so strong.

One sword! Just one sword! I couldn't even take his sword!

Of course, he underestimated the enemy too much. If he had been fully prepared, he would never have been defeated so quickly and completely.

Now that one arm is broken, it is impossible for him to fight again.

"I lost!" Liu Jinsheng said dejectedly.

Liu Jinsheng failed in one move, shocking everyone present.

That's the innate grandmaster who trained martial arts!

What is especially unacceptable is that the opponent is a Japanese warrior who comes to provoke.

He Changchun walked up and tapped Liu Jinsheng's arm twice to help him stop the bleeding.

"Grandmaster Liu, you rest first, leave this place to me." He Changchun said.

"Master He, be careful with his sword intent." Liu Jinsheng warned and stepped aside.

No matter what kind of opponent he had been, facing the provocation of the foreign warriors at this time, as a Chinese warrior, Liu Jinsheng could only put aside his personal grudges and share the same hatred with He Changchun.

The so-called intention of the sword is not the sword, but the intention. It is not the sword that hurts people, but the intention.

This is a level higher than sword energy.

The energy of the sword is still tangible, but the intention of the sword has reached the point of being invisible.

Therefore, although the sword in Banpu Zhiliang's hand was just an edgeless wooden sword, and there was no dazzling sword light when he struck, everyone present felt the sharp sword intent, as if the strike struck everyone heart.

He Changchun nodded: "I know."

He turned around and looked at Banura Zhiliang with a solemn expression.

"Don't you Chinese warriors use weapons?" Banpu Zhiliang asked suspiciously, looking at He Changchun with empty hands.

People in the hall were equally puzzled. If Liu Jinsheng was careless just now, then after Liu Jinsheng's defeat, He Changchun should never make the same mistake again.

He Changchun sighed: "I haven't used a weapon for decades. I'm not used to it anymore, so I'll use these hands to learn Mr. Banpu's one-sword style."

Banpu Zhiliang said: "Okay, then I won't be polite. Grandmaster He, please!"

After saying that, he raised his wooden sword and slashed at an angle.

The sword intent filled the entire hall.

He Changchun raised his hands and moved his fingers slightly, as if playing a piano.

Just hear a tinkling sound.

"Powerful Vajra Finger!" someone exclaimed.

Wu Debiao was shocked. He is the head of the Eagle Claw Sect, and he also practices the power of the Vajra Finger, but compared with He Changchun, his head is completely different.

I originally thought that grabbing the golden cracked stone would be the highest level of the powerful Vajra finger. I didn't expect that in the hands of the master, the ordinary powerful Vajra finger could break through to this level.

This speed and power are beyond the imagination of ordinary warriors.

Banpu Zhiliang's wooden sword cut off only one blade, and He Changchun's ten fingers took turns to receive the sword. After receiving the sword, one finger immediately contracted, and the second finger caught up. In this way, it was as if he was playing on the wooden sword, and each finger removed one point of the sword. Strength, the ten fingers are turned around, and the power of one sword has been exhausted.

But as Liu Jinsheng said, the great thing about Banpu Zhiliang is not the sword. Although the knife was taken, the intention of the knife had already cut into it and ran towards He Changchun's chest.

He Changchun quickly retreated, but the clothes on his chest still tore, and a faint red line appeared on his chest.

However, when He Changchun was hit by the knife, a swift shadow appeared and struck at Banpu Zhiliang, but it turned out to be his martial spirit.

The unparalleled force crashed into Banpu Zhiliang like a mountain.

At this time, Banpu Zhiliang's knife was still close to He Changchun's body, and he had no time to put the knife away to resist.

If he was hit by He Changchun's martial spirit like this, Banpu Zhiliang would be seriously injured.

Banpu Zhiliang only had two choices at this time.

Either go head-to-head with He Changchun's martial spirit and compete in strength. But the strength of a ninja has never been internal strength, but skills. And the Yi Dao style he practiced focused even more on the intention of the sword. It pays attention to condensing the power of the body, integrating it with the heaven and earth, uniting heaven and man, and uniting man and knife, so that he can explode with an invincible and invincible sword, and he can also use his intention to hurt others with his intention.

Banpu Zhiliang may not be able to please Banpu if he goes head-to-head with He Changchun, who has more than a dozen skills.

The second option is to abandon the sword and retreat. But if he loses his sword and his most powerful weapon, his force will be greatly reduced. Moreover, Bushido has always seen that the sword is like life, and abandoning the sword means giving up the dignity of a samurai.

It was precisely after He Changchun saw this that he used such a desperate method and risked injury to take Banpu Zhiliang's sword, and used his martial arts to condense his lifelong skills to die together with Banpu Zhiliang.

But he still smiled at Banura Zhiliang.

Banpu Zhiliang showed a sneer and jerked his head. Just when He Changchun's martial arts hand touched his body, it suddenly disappeared, leaving only a fluttering coat in the air.

He Changchun was shocked, secretly thinking that it was not good, and quickly took back his martial spirit.

But by this time it was too late. Just when his martial spirit was about to return, there was a slight fluctuation in the air above his body, and a strong murderous intention struck.

The space seemed to split open, and a wooden knife appeared above He Changchun's head, slashing down diagonally from top to bottom.

It was too late for He Changchun to hide, so he could only block it with his hands.

But at this time, the martial spirit has not yet completely returned to its position, and it is all resisted by the physical body.

Although his powerful Vajra Finger resisted the sword strike just now, it was only after being prepared, and Zhiliang Banura did not use all his strength in the first sword strike.

At this time, Banpu Zhiliang escaped from the air and made a sneak attack. He was also condescending and took advantage of the situation to form a sword, which was even more powerful than before. But He Changchun hurriedly resisted, and his martial spirit failed to return in time.

One increase and one decrease, the outcome can be imagined.

Cut off with a knife.

Banpu Zhiliang landed, half-crouching on the ground, pointing the wooden knife at the ground. A drop of blood dripped from the tip of the knife.

Then, there were a few clicks and a few fingers fell to the ground.

He Changchun stood there with his arms raised like stone statues, but the fingers of his hands were cut off at the same level.

At this time, people were frightened.

Liu Jinsheng and He Changchun are the pride of Nanjiang Wulin. Today, they both broke through their innate abilities and developed martial spirits. This is a grand event in the Nanjiang Wulin, and even in the entire Chinese Wulin, it is also a good story to be proud of.

Today, this pride was wiped out with a sword.

And this person is actually a warrior from Japan.

Banura Zhiliang turned around and took a step back, and the falling gray coat fell on him.

He stretched out his arms, put on his coat, and gently wiped the wooden knife in his hand with his sleeves. The movements are extremely chic.

But the more chic he is, the more uncomfortable and aggrieved the people in Nanjiang Wulin feel.

Banpu Zhiliang laughed loudly: "The so-called martial arts is nothing more than that! Chinese martial arts is in vain called orthodox. From now on, it will be ranked behind our Tiannin Sect."

"Nonsense!" Suddenly hearing a loud shout, Bai Fuming stood up and said angrily, "Do you really think that there is no one in China?"

Banpu Zhiliang glanced at him, shook his head, and said in his somewhat stiff Mandarin: "You are not as good as the two of them, and you are no match for me!"

Bai Fuming blushed. He has not yet entered Xiantian, so he is indeed not as good as Liu Jinsheng and He Changchun.

But as the president of the East China Martial Arts Association, he must stand up and speak at this time.

"Hmph! So what? China is full of talented people. Do you dare to go to Jinling and challenge my master?"

"Who is your master?"

"Zhu Xiaoyuan!"

"Well, I know, the first grandmaster in East China! I will challenge him. But you," he stretched out a finger, shook it, and said two words contemptuously, "No!"