Siheyuan: My name is Cao Xing, and I have a strong background

Hinobi stood there quietly, his posture as straight as a pine tree, yet he seemed to be carrying an invisible pressure.

I saw him holding the hilt of the sword in his right hand, with a part of the sword slightly exposed. The sword was flashing with a cold light, like a dormant poisonous snake, ready to pounce on its prey at any time.

As the most outstanding monk of this generation, Jiuyang's eyesight is far beyond that of ordinary people.

When he saw Hinobi, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

Although Nobi looks extremely arrogant, the aura emanating from him shows that he is no ordinary person and does have the capital to be arrogant.

So Jiuyang did not dare to be negligent at all. He held the long stick tightly with both hands and carefully assumed a defensive posture.

Seeing this, Nobita sneered and said sarcastically, "Humph, ignorant boy, today I will let you see the swordsmanship of my Hino school!"

Before he finished speaking, his body suddenly stopped and rushed forward like an arrow.

At the same time, the long sword in his hand was instantly unsheathed, and a dazzling blade light cut through the void and stabbed straight towards Jiuyang.

The knife light was extremely fast, like lightning across the night sky, and in the blink of an eye it had arrived in front of Jiuyang.

Jiuyang was horrified and hurriedly raised his long stick to try to resist. However, it was too late.

With a light "puff" sound, the knife light easily broke through Jiuyang's defense, leaving a deep bloody mark on his wrist. In an instant, blood splattered everywhere, and Jiuyang screamed in pain.

As his wrist was injured, Jiuyang's tendons were also ruthlessly severed.

He only felt a sharp pain, and his entire arm suddenly lost strength. The long stick that he had been holding tightly fell to the ground with a "clang".

Jiuyang's face was as pale as paper, with beads of sweat the size of beans rolling down his forehead.

He covered the wound tightly with his left hand and looked at Hinobi in horror.

The man in front of him was definitely not someone he could fight against. Even in Shaolin Temple, with Hinobi's swordsmanship, no one would be his match.

He looked at Hinobi painfully, without any resentment in his heart. Coming from Shaolin Temple, he had a very good temper.

"I lost. The gap between you and me is too big."

Hinobi's sword had already been put back into the sheath by this time. He curled his lips in disdain, his eyes full of mockery.

"People from Shaolin Temple are not that good, they are also so vulnerable. It seems that the world-famous Shaolin Temple is just a name in vain."

In fact, Jiuyang is very powerful, much stronger than those in the Wushu Association, and he is also a practical person.

However, Hinobi has been playing with swords for decades and can be regarded as a master in his daily life. The outcome of a duel between strong men can often be decided in one or two moves, which is why Jiuyang seems so lame.

When Jiuyang heard this, even though he was calm and composed, he couldn't help but feel angry.

"I am just a young monk in the temple. I am just not good enough in my training. There are many people who are better than me. You cannot insult our Shaolin Temple!"

Hinobi sneered repeatedly. The fact that Jiuyang was able to react in an instant when he approached showed that Jiuyang was very strong. He was at least in the top ten in Shaolin Temple. He knew that Jiuyang was trying to save face for Shaolin Temple.

"Is your Shaolin Temple any good? You should know it best in your heart! Stop embarrassing yourself here and get off the stage! You are just a bunch of useless trash! Humph, look at China now, there is not even one person in the whole country who can take my sword!"

Hinobi stood on the stage, looking down at the people below with contempt, his arrogance reaching its peak.

You know, the sword in his hand and the swordsmanship are well-known in his daily life.

Over the years, all opponents who had competed with him in swordsmanship were defeated by his sword.

Therefore, when it comes to wielding swords and knives, he has never been afraid of anyone.

After hearing Hinobi's arrogant words, Jiuyang did not get angry, but put his hands together and chanted Buddhist mantras repeatedly.

"Amitabha, benefactor, you have been troubled by the inner demons and have fallen too deeply. You should quickly let go of your obsession and return to the right path."

However, Jiuyang's words of persuasion not only failed to calm Hinobi down, but instead made his face instantly become extremely gloomy.

Hinobi stared at Jiuyang fiercely and shouted angrily: "How dare you, you ignorant little bald donkey, curse me openly! I think you are tired of living and are simply seeking your own death!"

Before he could finish his words, Hinobi suddenly flashed, quickly grasped the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and swung it out violently.

In an instant, an extremely cold light flashed across the air like lightning and went straight towards Jiuyang.

Faced with this sudden attack, Jiuyang had no time to react and could only watch the opponent's sharp blade piercing straight into his limbs.

Pfft, pfft, pfft!

Only three muffled sounds were heard, and Hinobi swung his sword three times in succession, each of which accurately severed Jiuyang's hand or foot tendons.

In an instant, blood splattered everywhere, staining the ground red.

Jiuyang screamed, fell heavily to the ground, and his body twitched continuously.

At this time, he had become a complete useless person.

At this moment, a roar came from the Wushu Association.

"stop it now!"

It turned out that Yang Jian, the president of the Wushu Association, couldn't help but yell when he saw Jiuyang being killed.

Hinobi turned around when he heard the voice and saw the president striding towards the ring.

He is short and fat, but he walks with great vigor.

However, Hinobi simply glanced at the president with a look of extreme disdain on his face.

He had already seen that the president in front of him was similar to those show-offs before.

He never put his skills into actual combat.

He doesn't care at all about such a person being the president of the martial arts association.

"President Yang, what's the matter? Are you going to take action yourself?"

Then he said playfully: "If President Yang comes down in person, I promise to fight you fairly, even without using the knife in my hand."

As soon as these words were spoken, Yang Jian immediately looked panicked.

"I came up here to take Jiuyang away for treatment. You severed all the tendons in his hands and feet. If he is not treated in time, he will probably become a cripple."

Hinobi sneered, "No need to treat him. He will be a cripple for the rest of his life. The tendons in his hands and feet that were severed with the knife in my hand will never be reconnected."

When Yang Jian heard this, he looked at Jiuyang with a somewhat ashamed expression.

He was the one who found Jiuyang, but he didn't expect something like this to happen. How could he explain this to the Shaolin Temple?

"Someone, take Jiuyang to the hospital and start surgery immediately."

No matter whether you can connect it or not, you should always give it a try.

Hinobi didn't stop him and said directly: "Since President Yang doesn't believe it, let's go to the hospital and try it. But shouldn't you announce the result of this game?"