Liu Jinsheng stood there dumbfounded, letting his broken arm drip blood, his face pale.

He never imagined that Itaura Chira would be so strong.

One sword! I can't even take a sword from him!

Of course, he is also too underestimated by the enemy, and if he is well prepared, he will never be defeated so quickly and completely.

Now that an arm has been broken, it is impossible to fight again.

"I've lost!" Liu Jinsheng said dejectedly.

Liu Jinsheng failed in one move, which shocked everyone present.

That's an innate grandmaster who has cultivated martial souls!

What is especially unacceptable is that the opponent is the Dongying warrior who came to provoke.

He Changchun walked up and tapped Liu Jinsheng twice on his arm to help stop the bleeding.

"Sect Master Liu, you rest first, and leave it to me here. He Changchun said.

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"Sect Master He, be careful of his sword intent. Liu Jinsheng reminded and stepped aside.

No matter what kind of opponent he was, in the face of the provocation of foreign warriors at this time, as a warrior in Huaxia, Liu Jinsheng could only put aside his personal grievances and share the same hatred with He Changchun.

The so-called knife intent is not concerned about the knife, and it is not the knife that hurts people, but the intention.

This is a step up from sword qi.

The sword qi is still tangible, and the sword intent has reached the point of intangibility.

Therefore, although the knife in Itaura's hand was just a bladeless wooden knife, and there was no dazzling sword light when he made a move, everyone present felt the sharp knife intent, as if this slash was in everyone's heart.

He Changchun nodded: "I know." ”

He turned around and looked at Itaura Chira with a solemn expression.

"Don't you Huaxia warriors use blades?" Looking at He Changchun, who was empty-handed, Itaura Zhiliang asked suspiciously.

The people in the hall were equally puzzled. If Liu Jinsheng was careless just now, then after Liu Jinsheng was defeated, He Changchun should never repeat the mistakes of the past.

He Changchun sighed: "I haven't used a blade for decades, and I'm not used to it, so I'll use the palms of these hands to comprehend Mr. Banpu's sword." ”

Itaura Zhiliang said: "Okay, then I'm welcome." Grandmaster He, please!"

With that, he raised the wooden knife and slashed diagonally.

The sword intent filled the entire hall.

He Changchun raised his hands and moved his ten fingers slightly, as if playing a piano.

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"Mighty Kong Fingers!" someone exclaimed.

Wu Debiao was shocked. He is the head of the Eagle Claw Gate, and he also practices the powerful King Kong finger power, but compared with He Changchun, it is like a cloud.

Originally, I thought that grasping the Golden Cracking Stone was already the highest level of the Mighty Vajra Finger, but I didn't expect that in the hands of the Grandmaster, the ordinary Mighty Vajra Finger could break through to this extent.

This speed and power are beyond the imagination of ordinary martial artists.

Itapo Zhiliang's wooden knife is cut down only one knife, and He Changchun's ten fingers take turns to catch the knife, one finger immediately shrinks after receiving the knife, and the second finger catches up, so, as if playing on the wooden knife, each finger unloads a point of knife force, ten fingers are rounded, and the power of a knife is exhausted.

But as Liu Jinsheng said, the power of Itaura Chiliang is not to care about the knife. Although the knife was taken, the knife intent had already cut into it, heading straight for He Changchun's chest.

He Changchun retreated quickly, but the clothes on his chest were still torn, and a faint red line appeared on his chest.

However, at the same time as He Changchun was hit by the knife, a swift shadow came out and rushed straight to Itaura Zhiliang, but it was his martial soul.

The unrivaled power crashed into Itaura Chira like a mountain.

At this time, Itapo Zhiliang's knife was still attached to He Changchun's body, and he didn't have time to put away the knife to resist.

If he was bumped into by He Changchun's martial soul like this, Itapo Zhiliang would be seriously injured.

Itaura Chira only had two options at this time.

Either go head-to-head with He Changchun's martial soul and compete in skills. But what ninjas are good at has never been internal force, but skills. And the sword flow he practiced paid more attention to the knife intent. Pay attention to condensing the strength of the body, and the heaven and earth are one, the heaven and man are one, and the man and the knife are one, so as to break out an invincible and invincible knife, and it can be more intentional to be the first to hurt people.

and He Changchun, who has more than one skill, has a hard time, and Itapo Zhiliang may not be able to please.

The second option is to abandon the knife and retreat. But if he loses his sword and his most powerful weapon, his force will be greatly reduced. Moreover, bushido has always seen the sword as its life, and abandoning the sword is equivalent to giving up the dignity of the samurai.

It was precisely when He Changchun saw this that he used such a desperate method, desperately fighting for the risk of injury, and took the knife of Itaura Zhiliang, condensed his life's strength with his martial spirit, and died together with Itapo Zhiliang.

But he still smiled at Itaura Chira.

Itapo Zhiliang showed a sneer, shrank his head suddenly, and just when He Changchun's martial soul hand touched his body, it suddenly disappeared, leaving only a fluttering coat in the air.

He Changchun was taken aback, and the secret way was not good, so he hurriedly withdrew the martial soul.

But by this time it was too late. Just when his martial soul was about to return, above his body, a trace of fluctuation appeared in the air, and a strong killing intent struck.

The space seemed to crack, and a wooden knife appeared above He Changchun's head, slashing diagonally from top to bottom.

It was too late for He Changchun to hide, so he could only raise his hand to block.

But at this time, the martial soul has not yet fully returned to its place, and it is all resisted by the body.

Although his powerful vajra fingers resisted the knife just now, it was in some preparation, and Itaura Chira's first sword did not exert all his strength.

At this time, Itapo Zhiliang escaped from the air and attacked in the air, and he was condescending, taking advantage of the situation to become a knife, and his power was stronger than just now. But He Changchun resisted in a hurry, and the martial soul did not return to his position in time.

One increase and one decrease, the victory or defeat can be imagined.

Slash with a knife.

Itaura Chira fell to the ground, half-squatting on the ground, pointing at the ground with a wooden knife in his hand. A drop of blood dripped from the tip of the knife.

Then, with a few clicks, a few fingers fell to the ground.

He Changchun stood there, his arms raised high, like stone statues, and his hands and ten fingers were actually flat and broken.

At this moment, people were terrified.

Today, this pride has been extinguished with a sword.

And this person is actually a martial artist from Dongying.

Itaura Chira spun around and took a step back, and the gray coat that fell right on him.

He stretched out his arms, put his coat on his body, and gently wiped the wooden knife in his hand with his sleeve. The action is extremely chic.

But the more chic he is, the more uncomfortable and aggrieved the people of Nanjiang Wulin are.

Itapo Zhiliang laughed: "The so-called martial soul, but that's it! Huaxia martial arts, in vain called orthodoxy, from now on, will be ranked behind my Heavenly Ninja Sect." ”

"Nonsense!" Suddenly hearing a loud shout, Bai Fuming stood up and said angrily, "Is it really that I have no one in China?"

Itaura Chira glanced at him, shook his head, and said in his somewhat stiff Mandarin: "You, not as good as the two of them, are not my opponents!"

Peregrine blushed. He has not yet entered the congenital, and he is indeed inferior to Liu Jinsheng and He Changchun.

But as the president of the East China Martial Arts Association, he had to stand up and speak at this time.

"Hmph! So what? Huaxia is full of talents, do you dare to go to Jinling and challenge my master?"

"Who is your master?"

"Zhu Xiaoyuan!"

"Well, I know, the First Grandmaster of East China! I'll challenge him. But you," he said, holding out a finger, shook it, and uttered two words contemptuously, "no!"