One is a long-renowned kendo master, and the other is a nameless boy who has just come down the mountain, no matter how it seems that there is no possibility of comparison, and it is still the unilateral request of the great grandmaster, which is simply incredible. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Changqing couldn't help sneering and said: "I heard that those who can be called masters have the integrity of being masters, originally I thought that only those who have no ability will bully the juniors, but I never thought that the famous fast swordsman is also such a person, it seems that you are just like this, it is really embarrassing." ”

The fast swordsman seemed to turn a deaf ear, but his bright eyes became brighter and brighter, sharp like a knife, so that people did not dare to look directly. Seeing this, Zuo Swordsman was suddenly shocked, he had seen the fast swordsman show such an expression, it was a few years ago, and he was also standing like this at that time, arrogant and uninhibited but full of high fighting spirit. Maybe he is different at this time, his eyes are sharper, and his momentum is more vigorous.

No one knows the Swordsman better than the Left Swordsman, and no one knows the horrors of the Swordsman better than him, and the long scar on his right arm is the best proof of this.

He knew that the fast swordsman was really serious, and at the same time, he couldn't help but look at the little brother in front of him a few more times, secretly wondering what could make the fast swordsman so serious. But he didn't think too much, the left swordsman had already taken a step forward, no more, no less, and he was standing right in front of Changqing.

Zuo Daoke smiled and said, "It's just a young little brother, why take it too seriously." ”

The fast swordsman didn't speak, and the movements of his men already spoke for themselves. He held the hilt of his sword and leaned forward, and the tip of his sword ran straight towards the left swordsman, looking like he was about to make a move on the left swordsman.

The left swordsman didn't dare to be careless, the blade was raised in front of him, and he was ready to hit it hard, which one didn't sound the imaginary sound of metal collision, let alone the sword shadow that attacked, and he was violently uneasy in his heart, and secretly said that he was fooled.

But he saw that the sword in mid-air seemed to have eyes, and it bypassed the left swordsman and ran towards Changqing behind him.

Suddenly, the sword momentum rose sharply, and the sword speed was several times faster than before, and it seemed to turn into a white light at high speed.

Changqing faced the sword momentum, and felt that his skin was as if it had been slashed by thousands of sharp blades, numb and painful. Under the huge crisis, he reacted very sensitively to the stimulus, and he couldn't think about it, his wrist shook subconsciously, and the tightly wrapped cloth spread out quickly like an open picture scroll, gradually revealing the things wrapped inside.

The same sword.

Changqing's set of actions was completed in the blink of an eye, which can be said to be smooth, which can't help but make people's eyes shine. If he encounters someone else, although Changqing makes a passive move, he has enough time to block the attack and protect the vital points of his body. It's a pity that he met a fast swordsman and met the recognized number one fast sword on the rivers and lakes.

He couldn't stop the fast swordsman. Everyone knows this in their hearts. Not only others know, but even Changqing himself knows, because only when facing this sword, do you know how powerful it is.

However, Changqing is not someone else, and others would never have thought that Changqing did not have the slightest idea of wanting to defend, on the contrary, his first and only thought was only two words, that is, attack.

Instead of being afraid, it's better to give it a go.

Changqing didn't dare to think about it, his heart moved, and the sword moved with him.

Hey, this change was so unexpected that many people didn't even react. By the time he reacted, the fast swordsman had already put the sword into the scabbard, and Changqing's face was pale, and he staggered back several steps, leaning on the table behind him before stopping, but the person stopped, but his chest could not slow down for a while, and it was obvious that Changqing was injured.

As for whether the injury is serious or light, only Changqing himself knows, and this is not the focus of everyone's attention, what everyone really cares about is that this young man who fought with the fast swordsman is still alive.

Could it be that this young man is also a kendo master?

Soon this idea was forgotten by everyone, regardless of age, although the young man showed some real skills, but it only stopped at the level of surprise, not enough to be amazing. So it's just that the fast swordsman finally retracted. As for why I stopped, I don't know.

Huiyuan hurriedly came over to support Changqing and said with concern: "Senior brother, how are you?" ”

Changqing shook his head and said, "It's not a big deal, it's just that my chest is a little stuffy." ”

Huiyuan took his pulse and noticed that the pulse was weaker than usual, and there was nothing serious, so he was relieved. Holding back his anger, he asked the quick swordsman: "Donor, we have never lived in life, and we have no deep hatred, why are we heavy on my junior brother, and we are not afraid of retribution." ”

When the fast swordsman heard this, he surprisingly replied to his words: "I don't believe in Buddhism, naturally I don't believe in retribution, but you, the little monk, as a monk, don't know that there are precepts?" ”

Huiyuan didn't feel it, but when he heard him say this, he suddenly realized that he was unconsciously angry, and immediately folded his hands and muttered in a low voice: "Amitabha." ”

The fast swordsman no longer paid attention to Huiyuan, but looked at Changqing, squinted his eyes, the essence in his eyes flashed, and asked three questions one after another: "What is the name of your sword, what is your name, this little monk calls you junior brother, you are from Shaolin?" ”

Changqing gritted his teeth, but answered his questions one by one: "This sword has no name, my name is Changqing, and I am not from Shaolin." ”

The fast swordsman repeated, "No name, no name," and then seemed to suddenly realize: "No wonder I haven't seen this sword." Then he repeated the name of Evergreen: "Evergreen, evergreen,"

He looked at Changqing again and said, "Okay, I remember your name, I think we will meet again in the future." After saying that, he turned around and disappeared into the wind and snow outside the house.

Changqing looked at his back, his expression changed for a while, and others only said that it was because he was injured, so his face was not very good, but he didn't know that he was really thinking about the sword of the fast swordsman.

Changqing's sword shook away, pointing at the heart of the fast swordsman, this move is a dangerous move, the purpose is to take the move of losing both. If the fast swordsman stabbed him, I am afraid that he himself will not be much better.

It's just that I didn't expect that the fast swordsman would be able to change again in the moves that had changed, and steadily stop the incredible sword that was fast, and turn the stab into a pump.

Changqing felt as if his sword body had been hit by a thick, strong steel bar, and the force was so great that the hand holding the sword was numb and unconscious. I never thought that the residual sword qi that stabbed me was also so powerful, hitting my chest, as if it was pressed by a stone, and I was forced to take a few steps back before I could dissipate the sword qi.

At this time, Changqing also had to admit that this fast swordsman was really quite good.