Comprehensive martial arts: The golden body is indestructible at the beginning

Zhang Chengan sneered and unsheathed his sword three inches, and the room seemed to turn into a bamboo forest. The green sword energy visible to the naked eye transformed into a bamboo shape and stabbed straight towards Duan Shenying.

Zhang Chengan was also a famous master in the Liyang arena twenty years ago.

He grew up in Western Shu and learned from the disciple of the Sword Emperor of Western Shu.

When he was eighteen years old, he started his career in the martial arts world. At the age of twenty, he had already made a huge name.

Although he is not a peerless genius like Li Chungang and Deng Tai'a, who is at his peak when holding a sword, he can still be regarded as a swordsmanship genius who is one in a million.

At the age of twenty-five, he returned to his hometown and sat in the bamboo forest for three years to gain enlightenment. He finally integrated the "bamboo intention" into his swordsmanship, broke the shackles of vajra, and gained the mysterious divine intention, earning the nickname Green Bamboo Sword.

Like all famous swordsmen, he is high-spirited and ready to challenge all the famous swordsmen in the world, to fight for battle, and to seize the throne of the best in the world.

In the first battle, he chose the Wu Family Sword Tomb.

After that, the Green Bamboo Sword disappeared from the world like a flash in the pan.

The rules of the Sword Tomb are that if you enter the Sword Tomb to challenge, the loser will keep his sword as a slave and will not be allowed to call himself a swordsman again.

If he hadn't been protecting Wu Yuanming this time, he would never have touched his sword again in his life.

Facing Duan Shengying at this moment, his long-simmering reluctance mixed with his sword intent came out with such momentum that several people in the room couldn't help but look at him sideways.

"Good swordsmanship." Duan Shenying exclaimed in admiration. He flicked his sleeves and a gentle force spread out. The green bamboos in the room seemed to have been caught by a strong wind and deflected in all directions.

Zhang Chengan didn't say anything, and the long sword in the sheath came out another inch. The green bamboo that was bent to the extreme suddenly broke through the force and hit Duan Shenying head-on.

Duan Shengying deliberately wanted to compete with Zhang Chengan. He did not dodge or evade, and suddenly drew his sword and crossed the surrounding areas.

After a series of crisp sounds, the green bamboo vision disappeared.

Zhang Chengan's face was slightly pale, he was holding the half-sheathed sword, and a mocking smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Duan Shenying held the long sword with only the hilt left and smiled helplessly.

This sword he picked up casually could not hold his true energy.

"You'd better go back." Zhang Chengan sneered: "The sword has no eyes, don't hurt you."

"Your sword shouldn't be able to be unsheathed now, right?" Duan Shenying's words made Zhang Chengan's expression change drastically. "I don't know where you can find the confidence to say such things."

"It's enough to kill you without taking it out of the sheath!" Zhang Chengan shouted angrily, and the sword was taken out of the sheath again, leaving only the tip of the sword in the sheath.

Green bamboo reappears, emerging from every corner of the room, as if it wants to fill the entire room.

Lu Yuan stretched out his hand and turned the green bamboo stabbing A Fei into ashes, while he himself remained motionless, letting the green bamboo pierce golden light on his body.

As Zhang Chengan's target, Duan Shengying was almost drowned by the bamboo forest. Just when Zhang Chengan thought that Duan Shengying would die, he heard disdainful laughter coming from the bamboo sea.

"Fancy!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a cold light suddenly lit up in the green bamboo sea.

Zhang Chengan was startled, but found that he couldn't resist at all. He just felt like a spring breeze blowing on his face, without the sharpness of the ordinary sword intention at all, making people feel comfortable and drowsy.

When he came back to his senses, the strange phenomenon in the bamboo forest had dissipated. Duan Shenying's body was covered with cuts made by the sword energy, and his whole body turned into a bloody gourd.

And his fingers were firmly placed between his eyebrows.

Zhang Chengan let go of his hand, dropped the long sword back into its sheath, and said calmly: "How can a person like you become a bodyguard?

Why haven't I heard of your name? "

Duan Shengying spat out a mouthful of blood and said calmly: "I am not from Liyang."

A flash of enlightenment flashed in Zhang Chengan's eyes, and he immediately sighed: "There are people who can really practice swordsmanship to the point of tenderness.

What have I missed all these years? "

"From the day you decided to be a slave, you were already dead." Duan Shenying took back his hand and coughed lightly as he said: "You used bamboo as your sword's intention, but you yourself violated your sword's intention.

You shouldn't be able to use your ultimate move now, right? "

Blood suddenly gushes out of Zhang Chengan's mouth, and he smiles bitterly: "I would rather break than bend, but if I can live, who would choose to die?"

"So you are not worthy of your sword." Duan Shenying said contemptuously.

"Ugh......."

Zhang Chengan closed his eyes and took a long breath. He vomited all the regrets and regrets in his life before falling to the ground.

Duan Shengying picked up Zhang Chengan's sword, took it out of its sheath and admired it, then hung it on his waist and walked slowly towards Lu Yuan.

Wu Yuanming, who had witnessed everything, just thought he had escaped, suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood and fell to his knees.

He looked at the blood slowly oozing out from his chest and abdomen in horror, raised his head suddenly, looked resentfully at Cui Mei Gong who had not moved all this time, and yelled: "You just watch them do it?!"

Cui Meigong ignored him, but clasped his hands and saluted Lu Yuan, and said in a deep voice: "Has Donor Lu's anger subsided?"

"What, you want to persuade me too?" Lu Yuan said with a smile.

"Every wrong has its owner, and every debt has its owner. Wu Yuanming has been deposed. It's time to stop here." Cui Meigong said numbly.

"You also said that Wu Yuanming is dead. Even if I am willing to give up, will Wu Ju be willing?"

Cui Meigong recited the Buddha's name and stood aside, as if in trance. Without saying a word, he allowed Ah Fei to carry Chen Xiong and Chai Ming out.

Duan Shenying was carrying Yuan Dahe, and just as he stretched his hand towards Wu Yuanming, Cui Meigong suddenly said: "Killing people can only be done with a nod of the head. People in the sword grave can be killed but not humiliated.

If you really do this, you will be unable to untie the knot with Jianzhong. "

Duan Shenying looked at Lu Yuan after hearing this, and found that Lu Yuan had no intention of speaking, so he continued to grab Wu Yuanming.

Cui Meigong opened his eyes suddenly, and the long sword at his waist was immediately unsheathed. A solemn and powerful sword intent made several people in the room sink.

Lu Yuan tapped the Minghong Sword on his waist. Minghong slightly unsheathed it, and a sword intent that could cut off all things appeared out of thin air, instantly breaking Cui Meigong's sword intent.

Cui Meigong had an expressionless face and clasped his hands together, and a sword-wielding monk who looked exactly like him appeared in front of him.

The monk lightly slapped the ruler-shaped long sword on the ground, and a heavier pressure than before appeared again, causing the whole house to creak and the wooden floor to break.

Lu Yuan slowly sat up straight and clicked the Minghong Knife again.

The monk's shadow suddenly shook, like a reflection in water that separated and closed again.

Cui Meigong's face turned pale, blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and he said in a deep voice: "Master Lu Shi's sword skills are unparalleled. This is the first time for this poor monk to see him.

But if Lu Shi’s main skills stop here, he’d better turn back as soon as possible. "

There was no hostility in Cui Meigong's words. Lu Yuan thought for a moment, stretched out his finger, and returned the Ming Hong Sword to its sheath. Upon seeing this, Cui Meigong also dispersed the shadow of the monk.

"It's great that Donor Lu can figure it out." Cui Meigong put his hands together and saluted.

"You are a reasonable person." Lu Yuan walked to Cui Meigong and said expressionlessly: "So I want you to see something.

If you still want to stop me then, it won’t be too late for us to fight again. "

Cui Meigong was startled, subconsciously looked at Wu Yuanming who was full of panic, and nodded thoughtfully.