Martial arts: the salted fish swordsman who lives in the same blessing

Zhuo Bufan was very proud of this, raised his long sword, and pointed at Linghu Chong with sword energy:

"Come on, don't worry, for Mr. Yue's sake, I will save your life." Jie.

Chapter 4 and eight are self-righteous!Zhuo Bufan who was about to go crazy! [Third update! 】

"..." All the great masters who were watching the battle were speechless.

It's just a congenital consummation, so where does it come from such a big tone and pomp?

Those who didn't know thought he was a land god!

Sword God?Isn't he afraid of being hacked to death by Ximen Chuuxue?

Or... does he have any special ability to block Ximen Chuuxue's sharp blade?

Thinking of this, the great masters instead became curious and looked at Zhuo Bufan with great interest.

They want to see what is so special about Zhuo Bufan, how dare he call himself the Sword God.

"Please!" Linghu Chong was also shocked by Zhuo Bufan's attitude and reputation, he clasped his fists in a salute with solemn eyes, clenched his long sword tightly, and stared at Zhou Bufan.

"Go first." Zhuo Bufan straightened his back, put his left hand behind his back, and his right hand holding the sword trembled slightly:

"Om..." With a weng cry, the sword energy on the sword grew three inches out of thin air:

"This seat is older than you, and I won't bully you. Let me give you three tricks first."

"Huh..." After hearing this, Linghu Chong's expression became more solemn, he let out a long breath, clenched his sword tightly, and nodded heavily:

"The junior will thank the senior, look at the sword!"

When the words were finished, Linghu Chong's figure suddenly turned into a ray of light and came to Zhuo Bufan's body and stabbed him with a long sword! 853

"Hoo..." This sword is extremely fast!

What he used was the Xiyi swordsmanship of the Huashan School!

This swordsmanship emphasizes "great sound without sound, great action without form", obliterating the enemy without sound or breath.

But Linghu Chong practiced really well, in the blink of an eye, the blade disappeared!

"Huh?!" Zhuo Bufan, who was posing, saw this scene, his pupils shrank, and he waved his long sword and slashed at the front without hesitation!

"When..." With the sound of striking iron, Linghu Chong's disappearing blade suddenly appeared!

But Zhuo Bufan's right hand was a little numb because of his haste, and he couldn't help but take two steps back.

"Uh..." Linghu Chong looked at the sword in his hand, his eyes were a little dazed.

He originally thought that Zhuo Bufan was a senior in the world, although he was only born with perfect cultivation, his strength must be stronger than himself.

However......

"Senior, are you really a sword god?" Linghu Chong was a straight-talking person, looked at Zhuo Bufan blankly and asked:

"Why is your inner strength not as strong as mine?"

That's right, Linghu Chong discovered it during the confrontation just now.

Although Zhuo Bufan is indeed congenitally perfect.

But his internal strength is not as good as myself, who doesn't like to practice internal strength.

Such a person is also worthy of being called a sword god?

"Hmph!" Zhuo Bufan's face turned livid when he heard this, he snorted coldly, and stared at Linghu Chong:

"I didn't expect this seat to meet the young head of the Huashan faction. It's rude."

Zhuo Bufan is a very proud person, he never thinks that he is inferior to his peers.

He thought that the reason why Linghu Chong had such strong inner strength was because he was selected as the young head of the Huashan School since he was a child, and he practiced the Zixia Divine Art.

"Young sect master?" Linghu Chong's eyes became more bewildered:

"When did I become the young master?"

"Hmph! Young master, you know better than me! Look at the sword!" Zhuo Bufan saw that Linghu Chong refused to admit it, his eyes turned cold, and the long sword in his hand thought hard about Linghu Chong's heart!

"Whew..." Although he is not worthy to be called a sword god, there are some merits in his swordsmanship!

His sword is like light and sword, coming in the blink of an eye!

Before Linghu Chong could react, the tip of the sword was almost touching his chest!

However, Linghu Chong is a born sword embryo after all, and he has practiced the Dugu Nine Swords!

Although the head didn't react, the body counterattacked naturally!

"Hoo..." His right hand shook slightly, and the long sword stabbed crookedly at the front.

It looks like a child is waving a branch.

"Huh?!" However, Zhuo Bufan's pupils shrank when he saw this sword!

He suddenly discovered that if he stabbed down with his sword, although he could kill Linghu Chong, his neck would still touch Linghu Chong's sword!

In other words, they will die together!

For the pretentious (cffi) table, Bufan naturally didn't want to fight Linghu Chong desperately.

So he stopped the sword without hesitation, turned two or three somersaults backwards, and looked at Linghu Chong solemnly:

"You dare to use the move of killing each other, you are so courageous!

However, these little tricks can't help me! "

"Hoo..." After finishing speaking, Zhuo Bufan's figure suddenly turned into a stream of light, which came to Linghu Chong's right side in the blink of an eye.

The long sword in his hand shot out quickly, stabbing fiercely at Linghu Chong's temple!

"Good job!" Linghu Chong, who had already regained his composure, subconsciously used the broken sword style in Dugu Nine Swords!

"Shua" is to see his long sword stabbing to the right at a very weird angle!

"Damn it!" After seeing the sword, Zhuo Bufan cursed inwardly with his teeth almost broken.

Because he found helplessly that if he stabbed down with this sword, his arm would be cut off by Linghu Chong's long sword first!

"Huh..." Helpless, Zhuo Bufan could only swing his sword fiercely to the side, turning his body for three consecutive circles before releasing the inertia.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?!" Zhuo Bufan asked Linghu Chong after gritting his teeth.

"..." Linghu Chong looked at Feng Qingyang from the corner of his eye, shook his head slightly, and said with a smile:

"Of course it is my Huashan School's sword technique.

Okay, don't talk nonsense, the table is extraordinary, let's continue! "

At this moment Linghu Chong no longer called Zhuo Bufan a senior.

Because he could see that Zhuo Bufan seemed to be just a show.

Although this person's cultivation level is not bad, and his swordsmanship is barely above the eye, but...he really doesn't deserve to be called a sword god!

"Boy, die!" Zhuo Bufan was frustrated by two moves in a row, and his face was a little helpless.

After a roar, his feet turned continuously, turning into phantoms that circled Linghu Chong frequently.

But Linghu Chong relaxed at this moment, his long sword gradually touched the ground lightly, looked around, curled his lips in disdain:

"Are you going to turn yourself dizzy and laugh me to death?"

As soon as Linghu Chong finished speaking, Zhuo Bufan's figure froze!

At this moment, he was right behind Linghu Chong, with the long sword in his hand moving around without hesitation!

"call out......"

"Alas... a sword coming out from behind is not a gentleman." After Linghu Chong sighed pretentiously, he took a stride, his upper body suddenly leaned back, and stabbed behind him with the long sword in his hand!

"Bastard!!!" Zhuo Bufan was going crazy!

At this moment, the situation he was in was the same as before.

If his long sword insisted on stabbing down, he would be the first to be injured!

"..." After Zhuo Bufan glared at Linghu Chong, he still didn't have the courage to die together.

"Huh..." He crawled down, and a lazy donkey rolled over, dodging Linghu Chong's sword.

But at this moment, Linghu Chong seemed to be tired of playing, his body turned slightly like a lotus leaf in the wind, and the long sword in his hand swung!

"puff!".

Chapter 4 Sword God, die! "Xiaoqiang" Song Qingshu "resurrected"! 【First update】

"Pfft!" Zhuo Bufan never expected that Linghu Chong could still make a move while leaning back.

Unprepared for a moment, a bright red color suddenly appeared in the throat!

"Ho ho ho..." He held his neck firmly, stared at Linghu Chong with wide eyes.

He opened his mouth to say something, but only made a hoo hoo sound.

"Clang!" Linghu Chong put the sword back into its sheath, and took a look at Zhuo Bufan:

"I didn't mean to kill you, but...-.."

Having said that, he turned his head to look at Ximen Chuuxue, then looked at Zhuo Bufan and sighed:

"You are sure to die!

Rather than dying at the hands of others, it would be better to die at the hands of my opponent, which can be regarded as my last respect. "

Ever since Zhuo Bufan called out the word "Sword God", Linghu Chong knew that if Zhuo Bufan was alive, there must be a battle between him and Ximen Chuuxue!

Because there can only be one Sword God in this world!

At first Linghu Chong thought that Zhuo Bufan had some special means to block Ximen Chuuxue.

But after the fight, he found that Zhuo Bufan was just bragging.

Therefore, he was very sure that even if Zhuo Bufan survived at this moment, he would be chopped down by Ximen Chuuxue after a while.

That being the case, it would be better to die in his hands.

"Plop!" After hearing this, Zhuo Bufan was stunned and fell heavily to the ground.

Afterwards, his eyes gradually became hollow, and after a while, he stopped breathing.

He didn't even think about it until he died, why did Linghu Chong say that he was bound to die?

Zhuo Bufan has suffered blood feud since he was a child, and has been training hard in the mountains.

He came out to seek revenge when he thought that his strength was already at the top of the rivers and lakes.

Therefore, he has only a half-knowledge about the affairs of Jianghu.

Naturally, I don't know the rule that two people cannot have the same name.

"In this competition, Linghu Chong wins!" Su Mu came to Linghu Chong's side and congratulated with a smile:

"Congratulations on obtaining the qualification to comprehend the Stele of Sword Dao."

"Thank you, Mr. Tianji, for your kindness." Linghu Chong did not dare to neglect, and bowed deeply to Su Mu.

"En." Su Mu nodded slightly, and waved his right hand!

"Pfft!" With a muffled sound, Zhuo Bufan's body suddenly turned into blood mist and disappeared.

Afterwards, Su Mu grabbed Linghu Chong's shoulder, stepped aside, and said loudly:

"Everyone, the competition continues!"

"Hoo..." Just as Su Mu finished speaking, a down-and-out young man came into the arena.

After staring at Su Mu for a while, he turned to look at Xiao Bei in the crowd:

"Come out and die!"

That's right, Xiao Bei and Qu Feiyan also participated in this tournament.

Although they are Su Mu's apprentices, they can freely comprehend the stele of swordsmanship, so they don't have to fight for this spot at all.

But after discussing for a while, the two of them thought this was a great opportunity to make a name for themselves, so they came to join in the fun.

"Huh?" Xiaobei frowned when he heard the words of this down-and-out young man, stepped into the field and asked: