In Lin Yao's slightly surprised eyes, Qiao Wei walked to the center of the venue in a waist-binding suit, her hands pressed slightly, and the audience quieted down. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

She smiled slightly, looked around the audience with beautiful eyes, and said lightly: "Since Mr. Mo held the sword and fought with the sword king Xiang Chang, both of them were defeated, and the time has been ten years. ”

The audience was slightly agitated.

Later, in order to hone his swordsmanship in order to seek a higher level of swordsmanship, Mr. Mo had one person and one sword, and he leveled all the sword schools in the north and south. It has been going for about six years. ”

"Four years ago, Mr. Mo met Mr. Hitoshi Kawamura, who also stood as the first person in Japanese kendo."

"Heroes cherish each other, but there must be a battle."

The legendary journey of a generation of swordsmen. Hearing this, the surrounding audience was already excited, and the surroundings were shocked.

"Martial arts, there is never a shortage of legends!" Qiao Wei smiled with satisfaction and continued, "Today's legendary battle will inevitably ......"

"That's it! That's enough! Like the sound of a sharp sword unsheathed, it mercilessly interrupted Qiao Wei's impassionedness. Then the sound of wooden shoes falling to the ground came from the doorway.

A figure as tall as a sword appeared in everyone's sight, with long hair, a long sword, a pair of wooden shoes, and a sharp look like substance.

Dressed as a striking Japanese swordsman, he is the legendary figure who defeated all Japanese swordsmen and is the No. 1 Japanese kendo today - Ren Kawamura!

What surprised Lin Yao the most was not his handsome appearance and sharp temperament, but asked with a puzzled face: "Why does he speak Chinese so well?" ”

"He's a prodigy," Master Zhang explained, "he's a prodigy, both in swordsmanship and in other ways. He spent three years in China honing his swordsmanship, of which he was able to speak Chinese fluently in only six months. ”

Lin Yao immediately admired for a while, thinking that he had not passed the sixth level of English after learning English for so many years, and others learning Chinese, which was countless times more difficult than English, was like playing, and it was impossible not to admire.

The appearance of Kawamura Ren naturally caused an uproar all around, his handsome appearance and cold and sharp temperament perfectly fit everyone's imagination of the legendary swordsman, Lin Yao seemed to hear the screams of the little girls around, and all kinds of words like "so handsome~" and "It seems to be a monkey with him~".

Kawamura Ren stood in the center of the field with a cold face, his sharp eyes glanced around, snorted coldly, and shouted loudly, "Mr. Mo, have you given up the pride of a swordsman and become someone else's tool?" ”

Master Zhang in the audience frowned and sighed.

Mr. Mo didn't speak, and walked towards the center step by step.

He was dressed in a simple practice green robe, standing quietly opposite Kawamura Ren, and only spoke for a long time.

"Repay the favor."

Kawamura sneered and sneered, "You can repay the favor, but not me." Do you remember the promise we made four years ago? ”

"I choose the location, life and death are up to you."

"Good!" Kawamura Ren waved his sword and shouted, "Bring the sword!" ”

"Today I have a real sword with Mr. Mo, whether I live or die! Those who are not relevant here, don't meddle! ”

The words "irrelevant people" are particularly his bite.

The point-in-cheek words made Master Zhang sigh again, and even Qiao Wei bit her lip and retreated silently.

Lin Yao glanced at the two of them a few times, and then continued to look at the middle of the field.

Mr. Mo nodded silently and suddenly spoke.

"I found her."

Kawamura Ren was obviously stunned, and after a moment of careful observation, "Failed?" ”

Mr. Mo nodded. "There's no way to fight back."

Kawamura sneered, "You're going to give up? ”

"No, it won't." As if telling yourself, as if answering the other person. "I'll never give up!"

"Then beat me!" Kawamura Ren slowly pulled out ~ a bright Japanese long knife, and his eyes became brighter and brighter.

Mr. Mo looked at the other party fixedly, his sword-like eyebrows frozen in the center of his eyebrows. The person in front of him seemed to have become the most powerful enemy in his life.

The sword is unsheathed.

If the actual sword qi slowly rises, the clothes of the two will be windless. Everyone present couldn't help but hold their breath.

Kawamura's hair swayed slightly, and the momentum grew stronger and stronger. When this momentum accumulated to the highest point, he held the sword with both hands, and a sword with this momentum seemed to be able to tear through the air, and an invisible wave of qi rolled away, hitting the enemy's head!

Kawamura's momentum was relieved, and everyone was finally able to exhale. Kawamura's sword momentum was able to affect everyone's breathing!

"Dang!"

The sound of metal clashing reached everyone's ears.

Mr. Mo holds the sword in one hand, and his body turns with the sword, his body is like a dragon, and the sword is like a rainbow!

The blow failed, and Kawamura's stormy attacks followed. Slash horizontally and vertically, as fast as lightning, like thunder roaring!

Mr. Mo's strength is obviously inferior to that of the other party, but the victory lies in the flexibility of swordsmanship, in the violent attack of Kawamura Ren, the long sword sometimes parries, sometimes soft and unloaded, and the footwork of the body walking up is rhythmic, rigid and soft, light and free.

Mr. Zhang stroked his beard with one hand and held tea with the other, and sighed and said, "Kawamura Ren's Shinto Wunianliu swordsmanship is amazing, when the sword is drawn and wielded, it is difficult for people to breathe, and the power is domineering, compared to Huaguo's swordsmanship, the Shinto Wunianliu swordsmanship is more simple and arrogant." ”

"But Mr. Mo is proficient in thirteen kinds of swordsmanship, from the 'Qinglong Sword' that combines rigidity and softness, the fickle 'Meridian Serial Sword', to the uncomplicated and subtle 'Qingping Sword', do the two want to fight to a draw again?"

Lin Yao smacked his mouth, the battle between Mr. Mo and Kawamura Ren seemed to be a reenactment of him and Qin Shaozong. The side that also has overwhelming ~ strength and momentum, attacking the other side that can only dodge the detour. Japanese kendo is more powerful, while Chinese swordsmanship is more flexible. But after the two have been fighting for a longer time, does Mr. Mo really have a chance?

The swing of the long sword in Kawamura Ren's hand was brutal and practical, and every swing of the sword carried a powerful force, forcing Mr. Mo to retreat again and again. He turned around and slashed down, because the speed was too fast, leaving a white sword shadow in the air, and the audience suddenly exclaimed.

Mr. Mo had no way to retreat, so he could only turn around and parry with a horizontal sword, and the blades were handed over. There was too much difference in strength between the two, and the oblique slash of this knife left him with no room to unload his strength, and Mr. Mo stumbled and slammed on the floor on one knee.

"In four years, you haven't grown at all!" Hitoshi Kawamura looked at his opponent from top to bottom, and the strength of his hands became stronger and stronger.

Mr. Mo was silent, his arms were bruised, as if he had exhausted the strength of his whole body, and shouted!

Bounced off the straight-edged longsword in Kawamura's hand, he could only quickly step back, widening the distance, gasping for breath.

Kawamura didn't catch up with him for the first time, his sharp eyes shot straight into the other party's eyes, and he paused word by word, "You're lying to yourself!" ”

"You've given up!"

Kawamura's words were like a substantial sword, pointing directly at his chest, stabbing him so that he couldn't breathe, his ears were deaf, his eyes were bloodshot, and he retorted unwillingly, "I didn't!" ”

"You're defeated! So you give up! Kawamura Ren said coldly.

"Me! Not! Yes! ”

He had lost the ability to think, and the huge psychological pressure made him collapse, and he raised the Qingfeng long sword in his hand, as if gathering the last conviction, and shouted out these three words.

"Me! Not! Yes! ”

"Boom"! The two staggered.

Mr. Mo raised the sword in his hand and looked ahead with unfocused eyes.

A hint of bright red suddenly appeared on his face, and several strands of hair swirled and slowly fell......

"The victory has been decided...", a faint sigh came.