Jianling

This fight is without a doubt the most iconic sword fight ever seen at a sword trial - even though one of the parties didn't even hold a sword.

The outcome has been decided, the winner has been judged, but Song Zhubo only raised his eyelids slightly, and did not make a sound for a long time, as if he was pondering Shen Shenxuan's potential, until Shen Zhongxuan approached and handed out the wooden sign, waiting for him to add a comment, and then listened to Song Zhubo Po asked, "Why don't you use a sword?"

Of course, Zhong Xuan would not admit that he didn't have a sword, and imitated Meng Xing's pretending to be profound and smiled: "There is a sword in my heart, and Zhebi is also a sword."

Song Zhubo didn't show any mercy: "Your sword skills are mediocre, not brilliant, it's just better than your superior internal strength and unpredictable sword moves."

These words are not polite, Zhong Xuan just smiled: "Thank you for your enlightenment, senior."

"...Have you seen "Xuan Yuan Dao", right? It's a trick to get rid of the empty space, and it goes straight to the weakness." Song Zhubo carved a stroke on his card, but stopped suddenly, "I just came here to see it? "

"Yes."

"Opportunistic." Song Zhubo snorted coldly, his face was ugly, and he paused again, "...But it's still clever. Name?"

He stretched out his hand to look at the list on the side, wanting to make another note on the list, Shen Zhongxuan cupped his hand to him: "Yangchuan Zhongxuan."

Song Zhubo's hand flipping through the directory stopped without a trace, and then carved four characters on the wooden sign flying like a phoenix. Shen Zhongxuan didn't notice it, and only listened to him coldly saying that it was all right, took the wooden sign and flew off the stage It just happened to be picked up by Meng Xing.

The 14-year-old boy is getting taller, but Meng Xing still catches him securely, wrapping him in his arms. Feng Henwan seizes the opportunity to snatch the wooden sign from Zhongxuan's hand, and reads word by word: "Cast, machine." , Take, coincidence. Hey, he really dared to write, what does Hanshuisha mean, is there such a boast? I want to ask him for an explanation."

Meng Xing patted Shen Shenxuan on the back, and without looking back, he pulled his apprentice away from the crowd. Feng Henwan had to follow closely behind, still chattering: "Aren't you angry? Meng Xing, hey, Meng Xing!"

Song Chengqing wiped Mo Dao clean, and walked down the stage dejectedly, but Song Zhubo stretched out a hand to him: "Give me the sign."

But in a short while, four words were engraved on the wooden sign - hard work can make up for one's weakness.

"You shouldn't use the Mo knife." Song Zhubo lowered his eyelashes coldly, his temperament was similar to Xiao Tongbei's, unkind, indifferent and distant, but both of them were outstanding swordsmen and swordsmen, their eyesight Unique and precise, Song Chengqing still stared at him blankly, and heard Song Zhubo's lips open and close, "It's too bulky, learn to fight with a knife instead. Although he is young, his internal strength is far from what you can match. The only shortcoming is Inexperienced, there's no shame in losing to him."

Song Chengqing was stunned for a moment, then flattered and flattered, he said: "I-Is it possible for me to surpass him?"

Song Zhubo glanced at him and smiled suddenly: "If you wish."

Song Chengqing was born in the Song family, so he was doomed to use a knife as his lifelong pursuit.His talent is rare among his peers, he has been loved since he was a child, and he is a direct descendant. After Song Mingyun died, some people joked that he was the hope of the Song family.

Until Song Zhubo went home.

When he was seven years old, he saw with his own eyes that Song Zhubo, who was not yet a weak crown, came back covered in piercing cold. The frost on his saber was still frosted, and Song Mingting's saber had already flown out of the room.

Song Zhubo should be very tired, but he just lightly shook the Mo Dao in his hand, the edge of the blade twisted slightly by half an inch, the frost cracked suddenly, and Song Mingting's saber was blocked in front of him.

"You still know to come back!?"

Song Zhubo's face was as cold as frost, and his voice was hoarse as if he had drunk ice: "She's dead."

Song Mingting's curse came from the room: "It has nothing to do with the Song family!"

"Why are you guilty?" Song Zhubo sneered, his teeth seemed to be shaking, he didn't know whether it was grief or anger, then he shook his wrist and swung the knife, angrily said, "What are you guilty of!?"

That knife split a beam of the house.

Song Chengqing stared blankly, as if a dream had collapsed before her eyes.

Song Mingting flew out, shouting angrily, Song Zhubo's knife was lying in front of him, Song Chengqing looked up at Song Zhubo, at that time he was just a young man with a weak crown, he looked thin and vulnerable, but Standing there, with the knife in his hand, it stands like an insurmountable mountain, and no one dares to climb it.

Before Song Chengqing's eyes was the rebirth of another dream.

After defeating Guangyuan, some people still criticize Shen Shenxuan for relying on the kindness of the monks and relying on the age of the piss to make a dirty trick. After all, everyone only saw the two palms together, and then Guangyuan flew out of the stage. The first battle is also a style of fighting with one force and ten games. In short, I have never seen Zhong Xuan take a sword seriously.

Until Song Chengqing was defeated.

"Brother Shen, you are too powerful! Song Chengqing, that's Song Chengqing!"

Cen Mu thinks that he and Shen Chongxuan are already fateful brothers. He is really honored that his brother has such impressive achievements. In addition, he has a strong desire to express. Just looking at the ecstasy on his face, he thought it was his own deity who defeated him with a sword. Bi infinite.

Shen Chongxuan was still full of the sandalwood in Meng Xing's arms that couldn't be concealed. Meng Xing didn't drink much in recent days, so the smell of the wine faded away. On the contrary, because he deliberately talked with Shi Lian, he also provoked a scent of sandalwood on his body.

He didn't dare to ask what Meng Xing was planning, he just believed in Meng Xing with all his heart.

"Brother Shen?"

Shen Zhongxuan suddenly came back to his senses, and Yang smiled and said, "I was distracted, sorry. You continue to talk."

"I asked you, what is the note that Hanshuisha left for you?" Cen Mu rubbed his hands and laughed, "Hanshuisha is the most domineering, and his style is similar to that of Bi Wuwu. Brother, look at your decisiveness in the battle with Song Chengqing. Is it very popular with Han Shui Sha?"

Shen Zhongxuan shook his head and said with a broken smile: "Senior Song only said that I was opportunistic."

"Isn't it? Isn't fighting just to win with one blow and go straight to Huanglong? Who made Song Chengqing full of flaws in Brother Chen's eyes? Brother Shen's victory this time is open and aboveboard, isn't Han Shuisha too biased to say that?"

As soon as Shen Zhongxuan raised his eyes, he saw a black shadow. It was Xiao Tongpei who came, leaning against the door with arms folded and sword in his arms.Cen Mu was still talking happily, Shen Zhongxuan coughed a few times, Cen Mu paused, and said worriedly: "Brother Shen, why is he coughing so badly? Could it be because of the wind and cold? If Daoist Meng finds out, you will have to worry about it." ..."

He didn't finish his sentence, Shen Zhongxuan couldn't listen any more, so he touched his arm fiercely, and bowed to Xiao Tongbei first: "Senior Xiao."

Xiao Tongbei didn't even look at Cen Mu, just nodded slightly at Shen Chongxuan: "You've done a good job."

Shen Zhongxuan and Song Chengqing are about the same age, and Shen Zhongxuan is three years younger, but his ability is overwhelming. Compared with Song Chengqing, who was unmatched before, Shen Zhongxuan, a dark horse with no obvious reputation, is amazing.Nowadays, the high-spirited talk in taverns and teahouses has become how the Song family fell to this point, which obviously puts Shen Chong Xuan's victory on the word of chance, and Song Zhubo's "opportunistic" comment made Shen Shen Xuan's ability underwhelmed. Pen.

Xiao Tongpei did not agree with such behavior, but he would not ask the Song family to give an explanation because of such a trivial matter, not to mention that he and Shen Zhongxuan were nodding friends at most, Chongxuan had a master, and the master was not dead, It's not his turn to come forward.

Shen Zhongxuan knew that this sentence was the limit of Xiao Tongbei, so he didn't force it, and accepted the favor obediently: "Thank you, Senior Xiao."

Xiao Tongbei said one thing: "You don't use the Xiaohe Sword."

Chong Xuan: "..."

Xiao Tong feels sorry for this person and cannot be polite.

"Where's Meng Xing?"

Xiao Tongbei didn't come here to comfort Shen Shenxuan, his purpose was still Meng Xing, since he was fooled by Meng Xing's gag the day before, he never caught Meng Xing again.

Ask Ting Shan whether he is big or small, the guests are crowded and the breath is mixed, Meng Xing doesn't have to compete on stage these days, it is really not easy to find him.

Cen Mu was so frightened by Xiao Tongbei's appearance that he became stiff all over, he couldn't help shaking his heavy arm, his teeth trembled and shivered, but he was not an idiot. Although the son's mind is not completely clear, he still quickly inserted a sentence: "Dao, Taoist priest, go to the toilet..."

Be good, the first hits the ninth, no matter how powerful the beauty is, she can't handle it!

Zhong Xuan kept silent, which was equivalent to acquiescing.

The wind was howling, and the three of them faced each other without making a sound, so quiet that a needle could be heard.

Xiao Tongbei was about to ask where he was going, but he heard an alarmed voice from behind Shen Zhongxuan and the two, it was Meng Daochang who had gone to the latrine.

"Hey, Brother Tongbei?" Meng Xing was holding a stack of books in his arms, and he was not busy greeting Xiao Tongbei, and said first, "Yuan Yuan, help me. Why is Brother Tongbei here when you are free? Go in and sit down." "

Xiao Tongbei: "..." He thought for a while, and then explained firmly: "I'm not here to drop by."

"Bought by the Song family to cut off the good seedling Yuanyuan?" The book was taken by Shen Zhongxuan, and Meng Xing felt a lot more relaxed. He took out the key from his arms and went to open the door, regardless of Xiao Tongpei's presence. Beside him, only an inch or so away, he smiled and said, "Brother Tong Bei is not like this kind of person. Why, is it because he is too poor? Why don't you consider becoming Cheng Guitou...he is also ugly Point, treat you sincerely, don't hold back."

Xiao Tongpei felt that it didn't sound right, and couldn't find any mistakes for a while, so he could only respond forcefully: "I don't think so. I don't want to."

Meng Xing smiled back, and slowly opened the door, Xiao Tong said sadly, "I'm here to find you..."

Before he finished speaking, Meng Xing quickly unloaded the sword and threw it into the room, his movements were as swift as fire on the sword burning his hand, his eyes curved like crescent moons: "Go on, poor people don't have swords."

Xiao Tongbei: "..."

Shen Zhongxuan suspected that Meng Xing continued to joke like this, and Xiao Tongbei would draw his sword to kill people. Cen Mu was so frightened that he fought with both sides. All the irritation: "You... said, see you when you try the sword."

Bi Infinity traverses the rivers and lakes, mastering the wind and clouds, with a little lotus sword in his hand, all the people in the rivers and lakes of the four seas and thirteen states bow their heads and obey their ears, and no one dares to touch him.

Even Cheng Zi of Song Mingting was afraid of such a famous hero who had been famous for decades.

Meng Xing: "I dare."

Xiao Tongbei turned around and left, every step was heavy, as if stepping on Meng Xing's corpse could relieve his depression a little.

Cen Mu still stayed where he was, and kept muttering repeatedly: "Bi Wuwu, it's Bi Wuwu."

Meng Xing gloated: "Yes, you have deceived Bi Wuxian."

"This, how can this be called cheating? Bi Wuxian will definitely understand Cen." Cen Mu blushed anxiously, speaking without confidence, "Cen is, is to protect the Taoist priest, the Taoist priest will definitely not refuse to save him, right? ?”

Meng Xing shrugged, noncommittal, but missed Cen Mu, looked at Zhong Xuan, and said with a smile: "What are you doing standing there stupidly, you don't know who you will meet in the next round, just keep reading."

Zhong Xuan hesitated for a moment, then said: "Senior Song said..."

Cen Mu is not good at martial arts, but it's not that he doesn't know how to read people's faces. Seeing that Meng Xing's face suddenly became much uglier, he immediately ran away.Behind him, Meng Xing slammed the door shut, and dust stirred up.

"He's not wrong, it's indeed opportunistic."

Shen Zhongxuan clenched his fists, tried to suppress his emotions, and tried to maintain calm: "So I...are not as good as Song Chengqing?"

Meng Xing didn't respond.

Song Chengqing is the treasure of the Song family. He learned swords since childhood, and practiced three nines in winter and three seasons in summer. Those who have learned martial arts since childhood can't understand the painstaking efforts put into it.Meng Xing was born in the royal family that cannibalize people, and grew up under the hands of Baopuzi Meng Wubei. He knows very well the hard work required for Song Chengqing's background. With Mo Dao, Shen Xuanjuan won't win so easily.

Meng Xing also understands the significance of this match to Shen Shenxuan. Compared with the previous two battles, he relied on internal force alone to win. This battle is the result of Zhong Xuan's own efforts.

"It's not inferior." Meng Xing lowered his eyes and poured tea, calmly, "You can win this battle. There are several points. One is that Jianling itself is strong, and the first four moves are enough to deal with seven or eight of the world. It's just that you have a rough grasp of sword intent. You can also surpass ordinary people by several times. The second is that you are full of internal strength, far superior to your peers, such as the talent of a teacher, with your internal strength, it is at least a small training in martial arts, and it is only when you are a weak champion. Song Chengqing's talent is there. It will take at least 15 years to reach your level. The third is that Song Chengqing must not stop, showing off his skills, and Mo Dao is not suitable for him, so there are so many flaws."

"But the premise of all this is that you are opportunistic."

"Because you are opportunistic, you can learn to appreciate spirits. Song Chengqing will not be able to get a glimpse of the way to appreciate spirits even if he studies for a hundred years."

"Because you are opportunistic, your internal strength is so strong. This is a blessing that ordinary people can't get by accumulating virtue in a few lifetimes. Song Chengqing will be able to compare with it after another 15 years of practice."

"Because you are opportunistic, so you seize the flaws and win with one blow. "Xuanyuan Sword" is there for anyone to read. Song Chengqing can't make up for the original shortcomings of the sword technique, and can't imitate Song Zhubo. Flow, he deserves it."

Meng Xing suddenly smiled, and facing Shen Shenxuan's astonished eyes, he opened his lips and said, "If we win, we win, not to mention Song Zhubo, even Song Mingting, or even Xiao Tongbei, if you dare to say that you are wrong, let's be a teacher Unscrew it all for him."