Miao knife is not suitable for knife drawing. Both the handle and the blade are too long.

The knife Tang Wen held in his hand early the next morning was still a long, straight Tang knife. The blade is like snow, and the handle is a yellowish ivory color. It was slightly cold in the hand.

This knife came from a gift from Yang Shidao, of course, Yang Shidao did not say it explicitly. Nangong Caiwei felt that this was the most beautiful, so she took it directly to Tang Wen and asked her to keep the rest.

Yang Shidao muttered about the girl's outward appearance or something, and reluctantly admitted it.

The previous appointment with Yang Shuyin was six o'clock in the morning, when the sun had not yet risen, and the grass was covered with crystal dewdrops.

Nangong Caiwei yawned and followed Tang Wen, she had a teleconference last night, and she didn't know what time she would go to bed. I just have to get up early this morning.

There are not too many audiences, except for Tussaud and Yang Shidao and Zhou Zhou, who I saw yesterday, which are a few of their friends. Probably afraid that it would affect Tang Wen's state of mind, he nodded far away and didn't come over to say hello.

As for Master Yang Shuyin, with himself, there are a total of six people.

Two young people, two middle-aged people, and one old man. The clothes are very ordinary, even a little old-fashioned. Including the two young men, they were wearing cloth shoes. Of course, cloth shoes are not necessarily cheap.

Tang Wen saw at a glance the middle-aged man with a sword on his body among them. If there is no accident, presumably the object of this test or temptation is him.

For this competition, Tang Wen didn't say how confident he was, but he never thought that he would lose.

He was very interested in what Yang Shuyin and their intention was in finding a master of swordsmanship, it was impossible to do a big thing or assassinate someone like in ancient times......, right?

He thought so wildly, and took his knife and stepped onto the meadow that had just been mowed. Take a deep breath and the mouth and nose are filled with the rich scent of grass.

"Zhang Qixin, Pure Yang Nine Palace Sword!" The two stood at each other at a distance of about ten paces, and the other party hugged his fist.

"Tang Wen, uh, a wild road swordsman. ”

Hearing this kind of introduction for the first time, Zhang Qixin frowned slightly, not knowing if this was Tang Wen's means to disturb him or what.

"Also, I'm good at drawing swords. You pay attention. ”

Zhang Qixin nodded, there was a hint of strangeness in his eyes, he knew this, it seemed that the young man opposite was a real person.

"Please!" he called out with bated breath.

"Please!"

After saying that, Tang Wen didn't move, he was really not very good at strong attacks, and he usually played defensive counterattacks.

The onlookers are more qualified, and they have probably never seen this kind of scene, and they all watched from a distance at this time.

It is not as mysterious as it is written in the martial arts book, and there is no eye attack at all, and after waiting for two seconds, Zhang Qixin saw that he had not moved. Said offense.

With his backhand, he pulled out his long sword and stabbed it forward, Tang Wen lifted his breath slightly, and leaned forward slightly. The hand fell on the hilt.

Zhang Shuxin knows Yang Shuyin's personality and knows that he is not a targetless person, since he said that he was careless and was almost beheaded. And it has been emphasized many times that the enemy cannot be underestimated. As soon as Zhang Qixin made a move, he didn't dare to be careless at all.

The tip of the sword that flashed with cold light suddenly came to his eyes, and Tang Wen exhaled and drew his sword to reveal a ray of sword light. A knife was ploughing on the tip of his sword. Zheng Zheng shuddered, and the sword struck a spark in the blink of an eye.

Zhang Shuxin, who had been immersed in swordsmanship for many years, was horrified in his heart, and hurriedly turned around and withdrew his sword. Then under this sword, I am afraid that my sword will be taken off.

Zhang Qixin stepped back and turned left, taking advantage of the deflection force on the sword body to step on his steps and change directions. The nerves instantly tensed to the extreme, and the expert knew if there was one as soon as he made a move, and he understood that it was not a question of whether he would underestimate the enemy or not. It's that after you go all out, you can take a few knives from others? Or how many times can the other party make a few swords with a wonderful knife just now.

Tang Wen also figured out the reality of his opponent, and couldn't help but be a little disappointed. After thinking about it, he didn't continue to bully people with the knife drawing technique, and the knife was not sheathed. After drawing the knife, he slashed at the situation.

Zhang Qixin breathed a sigh of relief and swung his sword to seal it.

The true meaning of the knife is to hide, not to kill!

That is to say, an unsheathed knife is actually the most terrifying! You don't know where it will cut when it is unsheathed.

Tang Wen feels quite novel about one-move fighting, but after all, the realm is here, and the timing and angle of his shot always make the other party very uncomfortable. Even if it is just an ordinary sword fight, the other party is very unbearable, so he can only walk while fighting, tossing and turning. Trade space for a glimmer of hope.

This time, although the old gentleman on Yang Shuyin's side frowned, Nangong Caiwei, who was not of much level on the other side, was very fascinated. Nangong Caiwei was even more apprehensive, and every time she was in danger, she pinched her cousin's arm again and again. Yang Shidao frowned.

However, she could also see that Tang Wen's opponent was retreating all the way, and it was obviously Tang Wen who had the upper hand. So I wasn't so panicked.

The sword is like electricity, and the knife is like a dragon.

It was beautiful in an instant, at first Tang Wen only attacked but not defended, but later he felt that he could also try his reflexes. So he deliberately paused and let the opponent's fast sword swim to attack. This is still very thrilling, after all, the swords of the two are open, and they are both powerful, and the sword stabbed in the body is probably immediately a blood hole.

But the opponent's fast sword was no threat to Tang Wen, and he blocked it with ease. Even if the opponent is a false move, he can quickly turn defense into offense, and the enemy will be saved.

In the master competition, the spirit is extremely concentrated, the muscles of the whole body are tense, and the heart is also bulging with the greatest frequency to supply blood to the muscles of the whole body.

This state is too expensive to last. Tang Wen is okay, Zhang Zixin, a middle-aged man, can't stand such consumption.

And he is not stupid, he can see that Tang Wen has always been merciful to his subordinates, and he is tired of running for his life are basically two states. At first, he also held back his strength, and he attacked the tiger and the tiger, and he was determined to try out Tang Wen's catties. But after only five minutes, I felt that my wrist was gradually stiffening, and I didn't dare to hold it up immediately, so I shouted loudly, and after brushing the two swords, I jumped back.

With a twist of his wrist, he carried the sword behind his back. The long mouth angrily rushed to Tang Wen and arched his hand.

"Thank you for your mercy!"

Tang Wen returned the salute with a fist. The long knife is sheathed.

Zhang Qixin walked back and bowed to the old man, and said with a wry smile: "The younger generation is incompetent! ”

"There are people outside of people. You're already good. ”

Nangong Caiwei and the others began to whisper when they heard this:

"So Tang Shao won?"

"It's so good-looking! If kung fu and martial arts movies were filmed like this, there would be a decline there. ”

"It's beautiful, but it's a little shorter......"

"Yes, didn't the capital say that the master fights for a few days and nights without a win?"

"yes, you came so early, you can't just play for five minutes, right?"

"I said you, don't talk nonsense if you don't understand. Look at that swordsman, he's already sweating. A few days and nights, that is. The one who spoke seemed to be knowledgeable, looked at the crowd and explained: "Two years ago, I saw two Wing Chun masters attack, and it was still the nature of the competition. The two of them wore bracelets on their hands, and when they started fighting, they found that everyone's heartbeat was more than 220 times per minute! How could this kind of heartbeat rate be able to beat for days and nights, and be exhausted to death for half an hour......