An Yan was even more unhappy when he heard that Shen Er was slandered, and immediately retorted: "Hmph, Teacher, his sword skills are much more powerful than your Young Master of the Heroic Sword! ”

"Cut, if you say it's powerful, it's amazing? Is there any way to let him come out and compete with our Young Master of the Heroic Sword?"

"Who's afraid of whom?"

"What if he loses?"

"Teacher, if he loses, I will never touch the knife again!"

"Okay, that's what you said. ”

"That's what I said. How about it, Ying Jian, do you dare to take it?" An Shen said as he turned to Ying Jian.

Ying Jian's face remained unchanged, calm and calm, and said lightly: "If you are willing to give up sword practice, I accept this challenge." ”

"Okay, so what if you lose?"

“......”

"If you lose, you have to worship me as a teacher!"

"Good. ”

"That's it, now I'm going to clean up the site. After saying that, An Shen turned around and began to evacuate the people who were practicing martial arts, leaving an open space in the martial arts training ground.

Shen Er on the side: What about my opinion?

However, Shen Er did not object to this competition, and when he competed with An Yan before, he failed to measure his current true level, and this time there was another opportunity, Shen Er didn't want to let it go, so he didn't say anything.

After the field was cleared, Ying Jian stood on the side of the field, holding a long knife in his hand, and the snake man behind him shouted at An Ash, "Where is your teacher?"

So Shen Er stood up from the side, holding a practice knife with a worse quality than yesterday's practice knife and hugged his fist and said, "Shen Er, please advise." ”

Ying Jian glanced at the weapon in Shen Er's hand and said, "I don't take advantage of you. ”

Then I saw Ying Jian thrust the knife in his hand into the ground, stretched out his left hand, and a practice knife outside the field flew into his hand.

The competition officially began.

The first strike is strong, the Ying Sword stepped on the feet, approaching Shen Er step by step, and the family heirloom knife in his hand White Eagle Knife was unfolded.

His movements are delicate, and his attacks are as precise as a white eagle soaring through the sky catching its prey.

As soon as the connoisseur makes a move, he will know if there is one.

The moment Shen Er made a move, he knew that the other party was not easy to deal with, so he immediately calmed down and went all out.

The basic slashing technique was unpretentious, but extremely effective, and it resisted all of the Sword's attacks.

Ying Jian's eyes lit up, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and the speed in his hand accelerated a few points.

Shen Er was not to be outdone, and used all his strength, opening and closing, and the knife was windy.

Although there are no restrictions on the rules, both sides tacitly agree not to use moves other than knife techniques.

Both of them are immersed in fighting with evenly matched opponents, forgetting about their surroundings and forgetting everything, perhaps this is the charm of hand-to-hand combat.

Ying Jian and Shen Er, you come and go, and they don't let each other go.

Ying Jian aimed at Shen Er's weak point with extremely accurate knife skills and stabbed continuously, and this stab did not lose its power, so that Shen Er could not easily block it.

Shen Er perfectly interpreted the word "chopping" in the basic chopping technique, picking up the long knife and dancing like a meat grinder. But it doesn't lose the precision of the attack.

In this way, attacking, defending, defending and counterattacking, attacking again, the two repeat the contest of speed and reaction, the contest of strength and precision, which is dazzling and dizzying.

But gradually, the sword began to fall into the downwind.

Although in fact, Ying Jian's sword talent is higher than Shen Er's, but unfortunately, Shen Er has just witnessed a sword dance of a top master not long ago, and his comprehension of sword skills has reached a higher level than before.

Although Ying Jian cultivated as much as seventy-nine stories taller than Shen Er, his body that had been saturated and tempered by Heavenly Thunder was not weaker than him, and it was not even weaker than the body of the Second Heaven.

In this way, it seems to be two advantages, but in fact they are two disadvantages, and under the test of time, the defeat of the sword is fully revealed.

Finally, the knife of "His" was slashed down, and the Ying Sword raised the knife to block, making a loud "ping" sound, and the movements of the two were frozen at this moment.

A second later, the blade of the sword broke off at the waist, and the head of the knife fell to the ground with a "clang", crisp and clear.

Shen Er retracted his knife momentum and arched his hand: "Agreed." ”

"It's all too bad a sword, otherwise the young master of the Ying Sword won't lose, I ask for a heavy comparison!" shouted the birdman.

The snake man also chimed in: "Yes, re-ratio!"

"Shut up!" Ying Jian's scolding made the two younger brothers shut up, "The other party's knife is not better than mine, I lost this competition, I am convinced." ”

"But ......"

"No need to say anything, let's go. ”

Ying Jian picked up his sword and turned to leave.

But Ember didn't give up: "Have you forgotten something?" his face was full of pride.

Shen Erxin said that you are a proud fart, and it is not that you won the battle.

Ying Jian didn't say anything when he heard this, turned around and walked straight to An Yan, and arched his hand: "Master, the disciple retires." ”

Then he turned around and walked towards the door without a word.

Able to bend and stretch, simply refreshing, without boring self-esteem, Shen Er has a high opinion of this heroic sword.

Outside the door.

"Young Master Yingjian, why don't you ask for a heavy ratio?"

"That's right, in my opinion, Shen Er must have won by luck. ”

The two younger brothers are beside Ying Jian, but Ying Jian is deaf to him at all, the corners of his mouth are raised, and there is no frustration of the loser and the anger of the humiliated in his heart, but there is still a trace of joy.

I'm looking forward to the day when you make Ember stronger.

In the house.

Ember was still immersed in the refreshment of being called Master by Ying Jian.

Shen Er slapped the back of An Yan's head: "Smile and smile, is it time to laugh? You also saw how powerful that Ying Sword was just now." ”

"But didn't you win, teacher?" said An Ember innocently.

"If I win, it's not you who won, and it's not me who is facing someone else when the clan compares. I'll tell you the truth, with your progress, not to mention the clan comparison in three months, even in three years, you have no chance of winning when you encounter the Ying Sword!"

"Huh?" Anshen's face suddenly drooped, "What should I do then?"

Although the two are the same age, at this moment, they are a bit like elders teaching juniors.

"There's only one way. Shen Er said, "That is, listen to Yingjian's words, don't practice." ”

"Huh? What kind of solution is this? I can't beat him if I practice, isn't it even more useless if I don't practice?"

Shen Er shook his head: "I mean I don't practice swords, but practice others." To be honest, your sword talent is really hard to describe. ”

Listening to Shen Er's words, An Yan looked embarrassed: "But...... How can I, as the patriarch, not use a knife? And I have been practicing swords since I was a child, how can I give up so easily?"

Shen Er replied: "Actually, the matter is very simple, stick to your family tradition and your efforts for more than ten years and then be embarrassed in the clan comparison, and give up these and then shine in the clan comparison, you choose one." ”

An Shen faltered and hesitated, now that there were two paths in front of him, he didn't know which one to choose.

Seeing that An Ember was in an endless entanglement, Shen Er knew that this was not something that could be decided for a while, after all, it was to deny the family's centuries-old tradition and his own efforts for more than ten years.

So Shen Er said, "I'll come back tomorrow." With that, he turned and left.