Embrace the blade

Then seven more players played and lost one by one.

Everyone recovered from the shock, and after watching for a long time, they gradually figured out the way out.

This cold and reticent young man is not possessed of miraculous skills, on the contrary, his sword moves are ordinary and rarely change, almost all of them are the most ordinary and direct moves.Stabbing, chopping, slicing, cutting, all the foundations of swordsmen's initial sharpening are presented in his hands, but he responds extremely quickly, his body is light and fast, and he can often see through the opponent's changes, seize the flaws, and immediately make a move Breaking through, the opponent didn't know why, and suddenly he had no power to parry, and the weapon fell out of his hand.

People in the audience were constantly whispering to each other. After confirming that no one knew the boy, they already had a conclusion in their minds.

Obviously this young man is extremely talented, he can even be said to be an unborn martial arts prodigy, but unfortunately he has not yet found a good teacher, he only knows some rough sword moves, and he has not stepped into the way of swordsmanship at all.But with this intelligence and talent, if there is a master who can take him under the door and teach him carefully, he will definitely become a famous figure in the world in the future.

After a few matches, not only Qi Zhaoxi on the high stage watched with great interest, but also other sects also asked the boy's name with great interest.

These voices came into Wei Min's ears in small fragments, and seemed to be more disturbing than the screaming cicadas. Although he sat quietly, his face sank, and he turned his meaningful eyes to the side of the ring.

Wei Ke turned his face away, not daring to meet his father's gaze, so why isn't his heart burning with oil?He was a son of a concubine, his mother died young, and his elder brothers all went to various places to do business, and he was able to get into his father's eyes, all because of a little bit of martial arts in his body.He studied hard every day and squeezed out all the energy in his body, so that he won his father's slight resignation.If he loses this competition and fails to worship his teacher, then his martial arts will be completely useless, and everything he has will be wiped out...or worse.He shook his head vigorously, not daring to think about it.

The eighth person on the stage also conceded defeat, hesitating for a while, and no one immediately connected.

Jiang Li looked indifferent, stretched his fingers, and clenched the sword again, showing no signs of exhaustion.

Wei Ke couldn't stand it anymore, he squeezed through the crowd, and stopped beside a thin young man in black, but he didn't look at him, only stared in the direction of the ring, and urged: "Are you still playing?"

"It's time?" The young man in black also looked forward, not looking at him.

"Otherwise when will it be? If you were me, would you still wait?" Wei Ke tried his best to suppress his emotions, his voice low and hurried, "Who else needs this competition more than me? They lost , at most it’s just a loss of face, but what about me? Why do you still want to fight with me!”

"Young owner doesn't need to say so much, I just do things."

"Then stop dawdling!" Wei Ke said, "No matter what method you use, I want him to fall!"

The young man in black finally took a look at his anxious expression, and jumped onto the ring.

He is a hidden stake arranged by Wei Min earlier. In order to ensure Wei Ke's final victory, he will first eliminate the difficult opponent for him.When he was in poverty and desperation, he received Wei Min's kindness in helping him, and now it's time to return the favor.

"Cui Yan." The young man in black announced his name, and slipped out a pair of judge pens from his sleeves. They were just like writing brushes, but they were all made of iron.

Jiang Li nodded: "Please."

Cui Yan clasped the judge's pen with both hands, took two steps back slowly, and opened the distance.Jiang Li looked directly at him, and the sword edge tapped the ground lightly, without moving for a moment.

There was some commotion in the audience, these two people were really strange, especially the young man in black, the judge's pen was about one foot long, as the saying goes, one inch is short and one inch is dangerous, the way of short soldiers is to fight close to each other, but he backed away instead. Wouldn't he put himself at a disadvantage when he came up?

The atmosphere slowly solidified in the silent confrontation, even the wind stopped, and the strings were already taut, just waiting for a trigger.

Cui Yan's sleeves fluttered slightly, and in the next moment he suddenly approached, almost turning into an afterimage, Jiang Li's horizontal sword dodged sideways, the judge's pen brushed against the sword and let out a piercing scream, before the castration was over, Cui Yan had already broken The body stabs out again.

Both of them were extremely fast, and dozens of strokes had already been passed by the time they were closing their eyes.Those with poorer martial arts are even more dazzled and can't tell the difference at all. They just feel that the sharpness of the pair of judge pens flickers, turning into a curtain of silver rain overwhelming the sky and covering the sky, while the long sword is slashed, just like flashing in the torrential rain. Lightning flashes, wind and rain, thunder and lightning crack the sky!

"Young people are terrifying." Xue Le couldn't help sighing softly.

Jiang Li blocked the blow to the vital point, and suddenly swung his hand horizontally, tearing a silver arc of cold light around his body, like a gust of wind rising from the ground, blowing the rain curtain to pieces, Cui Yan had to take a few steps back, slow down in one breath.

Xu Shi was born like this, Jiang Li's face was pale when he first played, Cui Yan looked at him carefully, but he couldn't tell how much strength he had left, and if he continued to consume it, the situation would not be optimistic.

The judge's pen rushed forward with a sharp sound, and held the sword's edge. After a moment, Cui Yan turned his wrists, like a thousand flowers blooming, and slid up along the long sword.Jiang Li turned his head to the side, and the stroke of the brush was gone, but Cui Yan had already seized the opportunity to get close to him, and he attacked again, this time putting all his strength on the two points of cold light, almost as powerful as a broken bamboo.

Jiang Li's hand holding the sword trembled, and there was a sudden ding sound, a judge's pen rolled and flew out, and the other was firmly pressed against the long sword, and the distance between the two was extremely close.

With a movement of Cui Yan's hand, the judge's pen suddenly grew a foot and a half, piercing Jiang Li's right shoulder, and the red pen edge appeared from behind the shoulder blade, as if it had been soaked in cinnabar.

"Stop!" Cheng Juxian shouted on the high platform.

"Jiang Li!" Zhaoyue exclaimed, the audience exclaimed, and the servants beat the gong loudly.

Cold sweat instantly rolled down from his forehead, wet his eyelashes, Jiang Li took a deep breath and raised his eyes.

Cui Yan hadn't seen the look in Jiang Li's eyes clearly, when he suddenly felt a huge force coming from the opposing sword, like a stormy sea, he staggered back, almost fell when he was startled.

The moment the judge pen was drawn out by him, blood splashed and landed on the wooden planks of the ring, like red plum blossoms blooming on a dead tree.

Jiang Li's figure shook slightly, but he didn't fall down.He raised his hand and squeezed his right shoulder tightly, frowning, the blood slowly smeared bright red on his clothes, his right hand also trembled a little, but clenched the sword even more tightly.

"This competition is an open and aboveboard place, how can you allow yourself to be cunning and hurt others, and still not back down?!" Cheng Juxian sternly stern, like a thunderbolt.

Cui Yan pulled up the corner of his mouth and laughed, and said to Jiangli, "I was impatient, I offended you." He picked up his weapon and got off the ring.

Martial arts Zhengdao has always disdained clever hidden weapons and the like, and no matter what happens in private, it will never be tolerated in the open.All sects showed disdain on their faces, the elders on the head of Tianmen sect glanced at Du Heng, and said in a low voice: "Have you seen it, don't toss about hidden weapons with silver needles in the future, it's small to shame you, but it's great to humiliate the sect's reputation!"

"What Uncle Qin said is true." Du Heng nodded repeatedly, turned his face and muttered to Meng Sifan next to him, "It's fine if you can win, as long as you don't be seen, what are you afraid of? Brother, tell me, if it wasn't for being on stage last time If that Jiang Li suddenly appeared, I would have already won, if I beat Qi Zhaoxi, I wouldn't believe that Uncle Qin would say it was useless."

Meng Sifan shook his head disapprovingly: "It was Qi Zhaoxi who showed mercy last time, otherwise the sword would cut off your arm when it was unsheathed. Don't be reckless in the future."

Du Heng answered yes perfunctorily, thinking of the strange snake-like sword that day, he could not help turning his eyes to the seat in the distance.

Xue Le was lamenting over there: "His bleeding hasn't stopped yet. It seems that the injury is not serious and must be bandaged. It's a pity. I thought I could see him win."

Qi Zhaoxi didn't take his eyes off Jiang Li, and he said slowly, "It's not over yet."

Confirming what he said, Jiang Li turned around and faced the crowd below the ring.

Witnessing the splash of blood, Wei Ke felt a strange joy in his heart.He breathed a sigh of relief, waiting for Jiang Li to end, but when he looked up, he suddenly met a pair of cold eyes, and his heart jumped.

"Will you be next?" Jiang Li slowly raised his sword, pointing at Wei Ke, "Come on!"

His voice has the texture of broken jade and broken ice.Wei Ke felt a stabbing pain for no reason, whether it was because of the tone of his words or the sunlight dancing on the edge of the sword.

Wei Ke retreated subconsciously, and immediately became angry.What am I afraid of him?Wei Ke thought angrily, he was the one who wanted to rob me and hurt me. Now he is a cripple who injured his right arm. Why should I be afraid of him?

He drew his sword and soared into the air, and jumped onto the ring: "Come on, come on!"

There was a short pause on the stage, and he flew directly towards Jiang Li. Wei Ke tried his best to strike first, and stabbed out with the sound of howling wind, directly hitting his right shoulder.Jiang Li also swung his sword to meet him. He didn't choose to block, he gave up defense and used attack against attack!

When the two swords collided, there were sparks flying.

Jiang Li held the sword too tightly, his knuckles turned white, he and Wei Ke backed away at the same time.The shock of the collision of the weapons made Wei Ke's mouth go numb. He stared at his opponent closely. Although he couldn't detect it, he was sure that Jiang Li would be in a hundred times more pain than himself.

That's true, although it's not obvious, Jiang Li's speed has indeed slowed down.

The blades collided frequently, and the metal sound turned into a shrill hiss.

Wei Ke seized the opportunity, poured all his strength into the sword, and slashed forward. Jiang Li's arm trembled, and he turned around to relieve the force. Holding the sword horizontally, pressing directly on his right shoulder from behind, the blade approached his neck.

Jiang Li's fingers clenched tightly, but he couldn't lift his strength for a moment, and the blood on his shoulder became dark red layer by layer.

"Jiang Li!" Zhaoyue was facing him and could see clearly, "Enough! Give up, don't fight!"

Wei Ke was waiting for these words, he gritted his teeth and kept pressing down the sword, not intending to slit Jiang Li's throat, but just wanting to make Jiang Li bow his head.

But Jiang Li refused to bow his head, his neck opened a sharp arc, cold sweat slipped from the tip of his nose, and the last trace of blood faded from his lips, but he didn't say a word.

"Don't you want your arm?" Zhaoyue rushed to the ring in a hurry, but was stopped by a few servants, "Mute! Talk quickly!"

"Little brother, it's just a one-time competition. It's not worth it. There will be more opportunities in the future!"

"Heal the wound quickly!"

The others couldn't help shouting too, making a mess like boiling water in a pot.

In this chaos, Qi Zhaoxi saw his eyes, clear and quiet, as if watching the brilliance flow on a famous sword handed down from generation to generation.

Jiang Li suddenly saw him too, and their gazes collided with each other, and for a split second, Qi Zhaoxi heard the sound of wind flowing through the blade.

Jiang Li suddenly turned around, bringing up a cluster of blood droplets, Wei Ke was caught off guard, at such a short distance, he turned his wrist, and the long sword went against the trend, sticking to Wei Ke's hand at an extremely strange angle. In the hand of the sword, a red snake suddenly ran up his arm.

Wei Ke screamed and stumbled out, fell on the stage, raised his hand tremblingly, only to realize that there was no snake.His arm was cut with a winding bloodstain, which didn't hurt the muscles and bones, but it was painful enough.

Everyone was startled, Du Heng's eyes widened even more, and he turned around to look, but Qi Zhaoxi was also taken aback.

This blow almost exhausted Jiang Li's strength, he had to rest his sword on the ground, stabilize his figure, and gasped violently.

Wei Ke came back to his senses, grabbed the sword and rushed forward. He became angry from embarrassment, and suddenly burst out with unprecedented strength, and slashed towards Jiang Li like a thunderclap.

Jiang Li was already powerless to dodge.

I don't know who screamed, it was like a string that was stretched to the extreme and then suddenly snapped. There was a sudden silence, leaving a lingering sound in the air, echoing the rustling of leaves.

That sword failed to fall.

Qi Zhaoxi embraced Jiang Li with one hand, and grabbed Wei Ke's wrist with the other, separating the two of them. The long sword was hanging in his hair, but it couldn't drop an inch.