Just the size of the sword was too big. From the hilt to the tip, it was three feet and eight inches long. Including the handle, it was four feet long. This sword was thick and heavy, and the word " Qin Wang " was engraved on the hilt. According to legend, this sword was worn by the Qin Emperor. Back then, Qin Shihuang unified the world with violence, so there were many assassins. What should he do? He wore armor inside and carried a sword on his body. He never left his side. He had specially hired a sword-making master to work on it. Just this sword alone weighed twenty-eight catties. How could there be such a heavy thing? This kind of sword could cut through gold and jade, and cut through iron like mud. The Swordsman of the North was famous for practicing this sword. Today, he felt that he couldn't win against Nanxia with palm techniques, so he had to suggest using a weapon. His weapon was long and heavy. Then, he watched as the Beixia finished flashing his sword and practiced the Immortal Shows the Way to open the door. Nanxia tightened his belt and took his sword. In the book, it was said that this precious blade was of the highest grade and was a treasure that could cut through gold and jade. It was the treasure of the Southern Heroes to suppress bandits and was not used easily. Today, he had no choice but to show his weapon. On the arena, a seven-colored light shot out, but no one could guess what color the sword was. Blue, green, red, pink, purple, all these colors were mixed together. When the light shone on her face, it made her face green, red, blue, and purple. Ah, the commoners took a look. What color was this? Why was this sword so bright? He knew that this murder battle was about to begin.
As for Swordsman Nan, he waved his sword and lit up an incense stick. He squatted down and held the sword."Beixia, please!" The Beixia did not answer. He waved the sword on his back and pointed it at the Nanxia's face. Swordsman Nan held the Flowing Rainbow sword in his hand and knocked it out with the back of the sword. When the two treasures collided, one of them would definitely be injured. This treasure was his lifeblood. Blade against blade, do you know which sword was injured? If he was injured, he would die of pain. Using this back to kowtow outside, the two swords touched each other, and the sound of dragons and tigers roaring spread far away. The crisp sound was needless to mention. The arena was filled with flames, giving Beixia a fright. He flew out of the circle and withdrew his sword. He looked carefully and saw that the sword was not injured. Swordsman Nan was also worried. He jumped out of the circle and checked with his sword, but it was not damaged. Only then did the two swordsmen feel relieved. They then moved forward and the two swords were intertwined. Nanxia Sima Kong used his best sword, the Eight Immortals Sword, to display the sixty-four moves. Swordsman Bei also brought out his best Tai Chi Sword, the 49 moves. There were only a thousand rays of light and auspicious colors. The two of them were locked in battle. The two swords were like two long dragons with light, dazzling people. The cold light shone and the air was cold. The entire arena was filled with sword light. On and off the stage, everyone was focused and watching with bated breath. Many people understood that, let alone this sword, even ordinary household items would not be able to get stained with it. This game was so fast, and the moves were so urgent. If anyone was not careful, their lives would be in danger. Therefore, the people who were watching the show were sweating and worried for these two people.
In the east stands, the young and old heroes, led by Baylor Yin, stood up. Why? Sitting there was not enough to vent his anger. Many people grabbed the railing and shook their heads, helping Nanxia and Sima Kong. Tong Haichuan was even more anxious. His sword-like eyebrows were raised, and his tiger-like eyes were wide open. He did not even blink as he watched. On the one hand, he was studying hard, but on the other hand, he was worried for Nanxia. The people on the west stands couldn't sit still anymore. Hundreds of people stood up, making Pan Long scratch his ears and cheeks anxiously. No matter what, he was worried for his teacher, Hero Bei. Sometimes, Pan Long would close his eyes and not dare to look. He prayed silently in his heart."The heavens have eyes, and the gods and buddhas bless us. Please ensure that my teacher is safe and sound. If anything happens to my teacher, the blame will be on me! Ah, mother, please don't let anything happen!" At this point, Pan Long felt a little regretful. This guy had a conscience and was really worried for his teacher. Although the others were not related to Hero Bei, they admired his reputation and hoped that he would not be defeated. Even if the two of them fought to a draw, that would be the best solution. In short, everyone had all kinds of thoughts.
Let's talk about the stage again. The two of them will fight for a hundred rounds to determine the winner. Nanxia Sima Kong was a little anxious. While the Taoist priest was fighting, he stole a glance and saw that Qiu Peiyu was also sweating. He secretly raised his finger and praised," Forget it! The Swordsman of the North was indeed worthy of being the laughing champion of the nine provinces. Don't look down on the fact that he was already in his seventies. His muscles and bones were strong, and his prestige was not any less than before. As expected, this sword was unique. It's only because I, Sima Kong, have more than forty years of experience with swords. Otherwise, I would have been defeated by him long ago! The Southern Hero also saw that he could not defeat the Northern Hero. Even if he played until midnight, he might not be able to defeat the Northern Hero. Nanxia thought, What should I do? Yes, there was. Swordsman Nan had a unique skill that he rarely used. It could also be said that he had never used it before. This was something he had researched on his own. Because of his reputation and status, he would also consider these things when he was free. What if a strong opponent came to visit him and he was not his match? Then the Southern Hero's name would have to be removed, and his reputation would be swept away. In order to prevent this move, he pondered over it himself. He took the essence of various martial arts and studied a move called the "Death Extermination Sword". This move was powerful enough, but it came with risks. Why was it called the "Final Radiance Sword"? First of all, he had to confuse the other party and pretend to be defeated. It was also famous for this fall. It was called the " Crouching Cloud Stance ". It had to be so that the other party couldn't see through it. If it was exposed, it wouldn't be easy to use. The other party took advantage of the situation to attack and was in trouble. Nan Kuai could make a Yanyun turn eighteen times, jump up from the ground, turn to the back of the other party, and use the sword to kill or injure the other party. Surprise, attack when the opponent is unprepared, and make the opponent wait to die. Swordsman Nan practiced this sword. He had practiced these few moves for several years. He had no choice but to use this sword today. However, this treasured sword could not be ordered around just like that. One had to look at the kandseki and the eyes of the Ministry before using it at the right time. Especially when he was facing the northern hero, he had a lot of experience. If he laid on the ground for no reason, wouldn't he be exposed? Therefore, he could not use it now. He had to find an opportunity. Nanxia made up his mind. At the same time, Hero Bei's brain was not idle either, because he was also sweating. Hero North thought to himself, This Hero South is really hard to deal with! Sima Kong lived up to his reputation! This sword was originally not as long as my sword, and it was not as heavy as my sword. However, it was able to fight to a draw with me. It could be seen that the other party's foundation was only above mine, not below mine! It seems that we can't tell who's better. If we continue to fight for a long time, it's not certain who will win. If I were to lose to him, my reputation would be ruined. What should he do? Sigh! The Beixia had an idea and thought to himself,"I have a unique skill. It's called the Sword of Death." Why don't I use this sword to defeat him? Listen to this name, the Northern Hero has been thinking the same thing as the Southern Hero. My name is Laughing Champion of the Nine Regions. If someone asks: "Why do you monopolize the Nine Provinces? Why did you choose this name? I'm not convinced. Let's compete!" If he stretched out his hand and fell down, wouldn't he be laughed at by the world? In addition, there will always be someone behind you, and there will always be someone beyond you. In the Yangtze River, the waves behind will push on the waves before, and the new generation will replace the old in this world! I won't say that this token will be forever protected, but if you want to protect this token and remain invincible, you must have a unique skill. He was satisfied with what he had at the beginning. No, he had to have something new. I have what no one else has, so I can keep my reputation. What should he do? He put in some effort on the sword. He used the length and weight of the sword to research a way to win in defeat. If I can't beat them, I'll use this sword of mine, called the 'Sword of Death and Resurrection.' Yes! I bewitched Nanxia, and if Nanxia wasn't careful, I would take advantage of the situation and he would be in trouble. Then, I would be able to survive! However, his sword path was similar to Nanxia's. He also had to take the losing stance and suddenly attack when the other party did not notice. Only then could he win. However, he was facing Nanxia, a long-time enemy. He was not a simple person. If he were to use this sword technique too early, he would be afraid of giving himself away. Therefore, Swordsman Bei was also extremely cautious, looking for an opportunity here. The two of them had their own confidants, and they didn't say anything. They were already this tall. Thinking was thinking, and fighting was still fighting. You couldn't tell from the outside, but you were still focused on the duel. More than twenty rounds had passed. Although the two of them thought of the same thing, they could not act at the same time. Nanxia really beat him to it. Nanxia feigned brandishing his sword and pulled his momentum away. He deliberately tripped his right leg and fell onto the stage with a thud. What a lifelike fall! Not to mention that the commoners couldn't tell, even Dongxia and his gang were all confused. Zhang Zimei, the romantic hero of the Iron Fan Immortal, Li Yuan, the Flying Immortal of the Drum Ding Ruilong, and the heroes of the old and young looked over and almost didn't shout out. Old Swordsman, what's wrong with you? You said that you fell down. Aiya! In a hurry, there was always a mistake! It was over! Many people closed their eyes and could not bear to look down.
However, as for the Beixia, as he fought, he saw that the Nanxia did not turn around quickly and fell down with a thud. His heart moved. He also thought, Is this real or fake? Could it be that he wants me to be fooled? Righteous One thought,"Not necessarily. People sometimes make mistakes, and even tigers sometimes doze off. Maybe he really did lie down." If I don't take this opportunity to attack, when will I wait? It was too late to regret losing this opportunity! Time was tight and he didn't have time to think. At this moment, he thought of many things, but before he could make up his mind, his body had already passed. The northern hero held the big sword in both hands and ran to the southern hero's ribs to stab. With a flash of cold light, the sword arrived. When Nanxia saw this, he was happy. Why? It was exactly what he needed. If it was too early, he wouldn't hide. If he hid too early, he would be exposed. If he hid too late, it would be too late. This was the time to master this limit.
I must say, Xia Nan, he has been working hard for the past few decades without a single moment of delay. He is really experienced. Her body was as soft as a child's. Seeing that the tip of the sword was about to touch his clothes, Nanxia kicked his right foot with his left foot. With his two legs apart, his body rolled on the ground and rolled eighteen times. This ability was very common. Anyone who had practiced martial arts for a few years would know it. Yes, he knew, but the degree was much different. It was simply the difference between heaven and earth! The Eighteen Flips of Yan Yun was really fast. It was as fast as lightning and as fast as a gust of wind. Swordsman Bei's sword missed, and the tip of the sword hit the platform of the arena. Fortunately, Swordsman Bei was puzzled. Should he stab the sword or not? Therefore, he didn't use much strength with the sword. If he used too much strength, the sword would stab into the ground with a crack. The sword didn't pierce that deep. The tip of the sword had just broken the platform of the arena. At the same time, Swordsman Nan arrived behind Swordsman Bei. He held the Flowing Rainbow sword with both hands, and Swordsman Bei's backup came. When the sword was given out, Nanxia thought to himself," Immeasurable Heavenly Venerate! What a sin! I'm going to kill! I really don't want to do this! But today, it's hard to get off the tiger. Things have forced me into a corner! He was thinking about this in his heart, so the speed of the sword was not so fast.
The Swordsman of the North's sword missed, and he understood in his heart: Yo, I got tricked! That Beixia was not to be trifled with. He knew that Nanxia would definitely attack him from behind. Besides, the Beixia stepped on the platform with both feet and turned around with a backward turn. The Nanxia was also shocked when he came back with his big sword. He didn't expect the Swordsman Bei to have such a trick up his sleeve. In this moment of anxiety, the two swords collided with each other. Swordsman Nan held his sword with both hands and pressed it backward, pressing down on Swordsman Bei's sword. The Swordsman of the North raised his sword with both hands. He planned to break the sword of the Swordsman of the South. In the end, they were evenly matched. The two swords fought together, and neither of them could suppress the other. Seeing this, Swordsman Nan did not dare to withdraw his sword. Why? The other party's sword was long. If he pulled it down and the Northern Hero took the opportunity to pass it in, he would have failed. He had to use this kind of strength to suppress the sword of the Northern Swordsman in order to win. The Swordsman of the North was at a disadvantage. His sword was below him, and the force of pushing up and pressing down were two different things. Old Swordsman held the sword in his right hand and the wrist of his right hand in his left hand. He rode a horse and squatted on the platform. Swordsman Bei mustered all his strength and thought, I can't let go. If I let go, the sword will fall to the ground. I can't withdraw my sword. If I withdraw my sword, Flowing Rainbow will follow me. I'm in trouble! Therefore, he gathered all the strength in his body and lifted the sword up. This time, the two Kunlun cultivators were furious.
What was Kun Lun? It meant boundless strength. Both of them had this nickname. One was South Kunlun, and the other was North Kunlun. Not only were they skilled in martial arts, but they were also very strong. When the two swords were twisted together, it was not based on anything else but strength. Whoever was stronger would benefit. This was really a life and death situation! Then, he looked at the two of them. Their eyes met and they gritted their teeth. They stared at each other to see who could hold on. Their feet were not idle. They circled around the arena like a lantern. When the two swords were placed together, they emitted the sound of dragons and tigers roaring. Clang, clang, clang, the swords trembled. When they saw the two of them sweating all over their foreheads, everyone was dumbfounded. Aiyo, what should I do? It looked like the winner was about to be decided. Sigh, this time, there had to be someone who would make a fool of himself. There had to be someone who would show his face. It was hard to say who would make a fool of himself. Dongzhen Hero Hou Ting was sweating. Hou Ting thought, Xia Nan was doing this for me. He couldn't get involved in this mess at all. I was the one who sent people to invite him out. You said that Xia Nan had fallen, so how could I make up for it? Dongxia saw that it was a matter of life and death, so he might as well step forward. ZhenDongXia stretched out his hand and pulled out his sword,"Little TingFeng", intending to enter the arena.
At this moment, Tong Lin stood up.""Old brother, please wait.”Before Dongxia could finish speaking, he saw Tong Lin split the mother and son chicken claws and mandarin duck axes with both hands. Now, it was already too late to get down the ladder, split the crowd, and get up the ring. Time did not allow it. Tong Lin decided to take a shortcut. Tong Lin pressed his hands on the table and jumped onto the table with the tips of his toes. He used his eyes to measure and found that he was only about fifty feet away from the arena. Then, he leaped up like a flying man. Why are there so few sounds? Yanzi was using the Three Diversion Water Technique, the Lightness Skill Lifting Verticality Technique. Today, Tong Lin had come up with his signature move. The swallow was like a real little swallow, flying on the water. When it saw that there was something in the water that it wanted to eat, it twisted its little wings and swooshed down. He lifted his head and flew up into the air again. When he found something, he came down again, just like the swallow. Of course, the swallow might not take the water three times. It might turn around and leave after getting something. According to the distance, Tong Haichuan had to hit three times, which was why it was called three times. It was impossible for him to jump up five to six feet in a flash. He didn't have that ability. He was a human and didn't have wings. He relied on real martial arts. In between, he had to land twice, which meant that his feet had to touch the ground twice before he could slowly breathe. There were so many people below, where could they settle down? If he simply borrowed the road, he would have to step on someone else's head. Those who were watching the show were all focused on the stage when they felt as if their heads had been slapped. Because there was qi here, the weight was very light. The man rubbed his head.”He turned around again and saw Tong Lin walking over. He kicked two people's heads in succession, and with a flick of his arms, he landed on the stage. Tong Haichuan threw caution to the wind. He stood between the two of them and extended his two battle axes. The battle axe in his left hand split the rainbow, and the battle axe in his right hand split the sword behind his back. Tong Lin exerted his strength and shouted,"Hey!" With a clang, he separated the two precious blades. He then looked at Nanxia, who had stumbled back a great distance. His body swayed, and he almost fell. This was because he had broken his strength. This strength was strong enough. If not for his deep foundation, Nanxia would have collapsed this time. Beixia was the same. He choked and retreated more than ten feet. He threw his sword on the platform."Who is it?" Only then did he see clearly that there was a purple-faced man standing in the middle. He had a long braid coiled around his neck and was wearing a pair of khaki pants. There was a belt tied around his waist, a pair of white cloth high socks, and a pair of beancurd shoes. This person had sword-like eyebrows, tiger-like eyes, a straight nose and a square mouth. He was about thirty years old, his temples bulging, and his eyes like lightning. Even though he looked like a country bumpkin, Beixia could tell at a glance that he was a top martial artist. Otherwise, his eyes wouldn't be so bright. Aiya, Swordsman Bei thought to himself, It's all thanks to him! If he hadn't separated the two swords, hehe, perhaps I would have been splattered with blood on the stage today! Nanxia thought so too. When he saw that it was Tong Lin, he thought to himself," Immeasurable Heavenly Venerate! Tong Haichuan, you've accumulated a lot of virtue! If you don't come, someone might have to come up here to collect my corpse. I can't go down!
He then looked at Tong Lin and cupped his fists at the South Emissary.""Old man, please go back and rest! Leave it to me!" "Immeasurable Heavenly Venerate! Donor Tong, be careful!" Nanxia lifted his sword and left the arena. He returned to the east stands, trembling with fatigue.
What did Tong Lin mean by going on stage? Let's see the next chapter.
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