The crowd suddenly realized, and immediately felt the insidious cunning of the Beiyuan family.

At this time, Kitahara Taishan, who jumped into the ring, looked through the crowd and fell directly on Gao Fei: "That ant disciple of the Sato family, dare you come on stage and fight me to the death!"

Mei Sato had already whispered in Goofy's ear: "This morning's kendo competition has ended, according to the practice of previous conferences, this time is the time to challenge freely, everyone can start a life-and-death battle with each other, the challenged person accepts or refuses voluntarily, that Kitahara Taishan is a master of the five ways of the sword, and the strength is still above Kitahara Zhenjun." ”

Gao Fei understood, no wonder Beiyuan Taishan was so arrogant, it turned out that it was not against the rules of the conference to challenge now.

Before Gao Fei could agree, a white shadow flew into the ring lightly, and Nianchen was alone and with a sword, as if it was covered with snow, giving people a sense of coldness.

"Where did you come from? I didn't challenge you, you don't have that qualification!"

Nianchen said coldly: "You are not qualified to challenge my boss!"

"Nani, is this a Chinese man?"

"The Sato family actually asked a Chinese person to be a reinforcement, and they relegated this person to the finals, is that guy in Sato Zhongzhu Alzheimer's. ”

"The sick man of East Asia also dares to come to participate in the island country kendo competition, Taishan-kun, you must let him know the power of the island country's kendo. ”

As soon as Nianchen spoke, the crowd suddenly exploded.

The disciples of the Sato clan even have their hearts on everyone, and they are also extremely dissatisfied with the behavior of the patriarch to maintain the rank, but they have been holding it in their hearts and not daring to vent it.

However, Sato Nakasuki seems to have heard of the turbulent discussions, and once upon a time, he thought that the island country was the best in the world in terms of swordsmanship, just like those emotional island swordsmen, but since the sword god from across the ocean came to the world and defeated the eight top swordsmen of the year in one fell swoop, Sato Nakazu no longer thinks so.

"Yaga, you said that the kid who cut off Zhenjun's arm is your boss?" said Kitahara Taishan angrily.

"That's right!"

"Hmph, in that case, then I'll make an exception to use my sword against ants like you, and it's not too late to kill your boss after killing you. "Beiyuan Taishan is arrogant and boundless, and he doesn't take Nianchen in his eyes at all.

"Arrogant and ignorant, look at the sword!"

Nianchen made a move.

A cold light flashed between the sword unsheath, and the arrogant look on Kitahara Taishan's face changed instantly, a flash of panic flashed in his eyes, and his body immediately burst out, and when the clogs stepped on the floor, there was a heavy crashing sound.

Stomp, stomp!

After retreating six steps in a row, Kitahara Taishan narrowly avoided the crisis of Nianchen's sword, and he began to look at Nianchen again, raising twelve points of vigilance.

"Are you a Huaxia warrior?"

"Ask so much what to do, the sword moves are superior. ”

Nianchen doesn't like to communicate, he puts all the words in his heart on the long sword, and uses exquisite sword style to express his emotions.

When the second wave of sword moves were struck, the long sword in Nian Chen's hand was faster, as if the sharp sword was like a silver snake around it with a slight flick of his wrist.

Bang bang bang!

The twin swords slammed into each other, making a dull sound.

The two fought inextricably for a while, and they couldn't see the advantages and disadvantages.

Half a minute later, they each took a step back, the long sword in their hands pointed directly at each other, the sword body flickering in the sunlight, and a faint aura of death flowed.

In this short half a minute, the two sides fought hundreds of times, and Nianchen felt that his entire right arm was numb, and he tried his best to use his internal qi to accelerate blood circulation. Kitahara Taishan is not much better, the tiger's mouth is in pain, and the eye-catching blood flows down, dyeing the hilt of the sword red.

Both of them looked more solemn, and their opponents were even more powerful than they had imagined.

"Nani, my Cold Moon Sword!" Kitahara Tarzan suddenly screamed.

The crowd in the stands boiled.

"What's going on? Is Tarzan defeated?"

"That sick man of Huaxia really has two hits, and he can last so long under Taishanjun's sword. ”

"Taishan-kun's sword seems to have gone wrong. ”

Everyone didn't know what was going on, but there were also speculations that were close to the facts, and when Kitahara Tarzan swept his gaze to his long sword, he was so frightened that his eyes were about to fall to the ground.

The slender sword in his hand is called the Cold Moon Sword, which is a sword that has been passed down from generation to generation by the Kitahara Kendo family, because the sword body is forged from a special material, it is extremely sharp and indestructible, but it is this sword that has been passed down for hundreds of years, and at this moment the sword body is cut into potholes.

"You, what kind of sword is you?"

Kitahara Taishan suddenly woke up, and when Gao Fei cut off Kitahara Zhenjun's long sword and arm in front, he seemed to be using the sharp sword in front of him.

Nian Chen's cold and ruthless face showed a hint of pride, his gaze swept from the hilt of the sword to the peak of the sword, and three words slowly spit out from his mouth: "True Sword!"

"Zhengang Sword? Could it be one of the eight great swords that came out in ancient China, the Zhengang Bright Moon Sword. ”

The disciples of these island country kendo families may not know about Chinese culture, but they have studied the knowledge of Chinese swords.

It is rumored that in ancient China, King Goujian of Yue searched for a famous teacher to cast eight swords, these eight swords are all unique, showing their might, I thought it was just a legend, but when Nian Chendao took the name of the sword in his hand, everyone realized that the eight swords of King Yue were true.

"It turned out to be a True Gang Sword! No wonder even the Beiyuan Family's heirloom Hanyue Sword was cut out, if anyone had that True Gang Sword, their strength could be doubled in an instant. ”

"This kind of sword should be left in the hands of the swordsman of the island country, and it is simply a tyrannical thing in Huaxia. ”

"Taishan-kun, kill that sick man of China and take away the Zhengang Sword in his hand. ”

As soon as the sword came out, the crowd boiled.

Even Gao Fei heard for the first time that Nianchen used a Zhengang sword, no wonder this guy has always kept his sword by his body, and he even hugged it when he slept.

Kitahara Taishan's eyes flashed with greedy light, staring at the Zhengang Sword and almost couldn't take his eyes off, his feet suddenly touched the ground, his body shot like a flying arrow off the string, and at the same time, the wrist forced, and the Cold Moon Sword drew a semi-circular cold light in the air, like the night sky and the waning moon under the cold winter of the moon.

Poof!

The speed of that sword was too fast, and the sword peak pierced Nian Chen's clothes, cutting a bloody hole in his arm.

Nian Chen didn't scream in pain, and even his expression didn't change much, he didn't care about the blood gushing out of the wound, his wrist shook slightly, and the Zhengang sword slashed out a cold light, straight to the throat of Taishan in the northern plains.

"Baga, you want to kill me, you're still a little tender!"

Kitahara Taishan immediately withdrew, and slashed a sword to block, and there was a loud noise between the collisions of the two swords, and Kitahara Taishan felt a light in his hand, and found that the Cold Moon Sword was cut off by the waist.

Half of the blade landed on the wooden floor, startling countless eyeballs.

Beiyuan Taishan took a few steps back, not because he was repelled by Nian Chen's sword qi, but because he couldn't accept the fact that the Cold Moon Sword was broken.

"How is this possible? I must be dreaming? This must be dreaming. "Kitahara Taishan is already a little incoherent.

The noisy crowd in the stands quieted down, and the needles could be heard in the huge gymnasium, the Cold Moon Sword was famous in the island country, and it was handed down by the ancestors of the Kitahara Kendo family, one of the eight major kendo families, and it was still well preserved after a hundred years, which shows the hardness of the sword.

But it is such a century-old sword, which was slashed in two sections in front of everyone's eyes, and the moment the sword broke, I don't know how many people's hearts were broken into slag.

"Baga, you dare to break the heirloom sword of my Beiyuan family, Lao Tzu wants to cut off your head!" Beiyuan Taishan rushed to Nianchen like crazy.

"This kind of scrap copper and rotten iron is also regarded by you as a family heirloom? ”

Nianchen's face did not change, and without waiting for the broken sword in the hand of Kitahara Taishan to cut off, he stabbed out a sword first, the cold light flashed, Kitahara Taishan suddenly stopped, and subconsciously looked towards his right arm, and the cuffs were already empty.

Yikes!

There was a sound of water squeezing from the broken arm, and the blood flowed like a column.

Everyone in the Beiyuan family was furious, and suddenly more than a dozen figures jumped into the ring and lined up in a circle to surround Nianchen.

"Huaxia sick man, you dare to cut off the arm of my disciple, the old man will cut you in half today. ”

"Whoever hurts my Northern Plains Kendo disciple will be killed!"

"What nonsense are you talking to him, everyone stabbed him into a hornet's nest with one sword and one sword, and avenged Taishanjun!"

The hall was filled with the smell of gunpowder, as if it was about to explode.

But without waiting for everyone in the Kitahara family to make a move, Goofy and Sato Nakasuki flew to the ring together.

"Kitahara Ganglie, what are you going to do here? Although you can challenge freely after the end of the Kendo competition, it is also a one-on-one fair battle, and now that Chen has defeated Kitahara Taishan, you have led all the disciples to surround him, which has violated the rules of the Sword Society. Sato Nakasuki said coldly.

Kitahara's face was the same as Bao Heitan's, and a faint murderous aura surged up on his body: "Sato Zhongzhu, this is a matter between our Beiyuan clan and those two Huaxia boys, if you know each other, it's best not to interfere." ”

"I can't agree with the words of the Patriarch Ganglie, Mr. Gao and Tatsu are both distinguished guests of the Sato family, and now that someone wants to bully them, how can I, as the patriarch of the Sato family, sit idly by? Sato Nakasuki's tone was firm.

Kitahara Tsuyoshi scolded: "Yaga, you old immortal and two Chinese sick men are in the same stream, no wonder Sato Kendo has fallen to the point where it is today, I advise you to get out of here, otherwise I will clean up with you." ”

"Hmph, then I'm going to see if the Patriarch has that strength?"

Sato Nakazu stepped forward and blocked Goofy and Nianchen behind him, and a fierce murderous aura suddenly surged from his body, as if the sword condensed into substance slashed down at everyone in front of him.

Although it was just a momentum, it suddenly shocked the disciples of the Kitahara family, and they felt that they had difficulty breathing.

"What a powerful momentum, is this the power of a sword master?"

"I heard some swordsmen say that practicing swords is practicing qi, and when the momentum is formed, you can suppress the enemy without using a sword, and today I finally understand the deep meaning of this sentence. ”

The disciples of the Beiyuan family had different discussions, and the words that fell into the ears of Beiyuan Ganglie made him furious: "Baga! a group of idiots, hurry up and shut up for me!"