Chapter 404: Pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger

It is said that Zijing accidentally injured Baoyue's lower abdomen with a sword, and felt guilty in his heart, but fortunately Baoyue was still alive. Zijing gave the sword to Baoyue to apologize, saying that he had lost the gambling match due to the blood stained by the Qiushui Sword, and the Zhen brothers and sisters could continue to stay in the first sword side.

Amid the cheers of the disciples, Zijing turned around and wanted to leave. Seeing that Zhou Mi was busy bandaging Baoyue, Chen Long was angry in his heart, gritted his teeth, and shouted, "Stop!" Great Swordsman, stay here! ”

Zijing's footsteps trembled slightly, turned around, looked at Long Chen with strange eyes, and asked, "Are you talking to me!" ”

Chen Longhu stood up and responded unceremoniously: "I hurt my sister, do you want to leave after saying a few words!" Let me ask the Great Sword Master, you just said that if you lose to me, you will give me the position of the First Sword Master, did the Great Sword Master forget this sentence so quickly? ”

One sentence stirred up a thousand waves, and all the disciples burst into exclamations, and discussions came and went. Zijing's face turned red and pale, he did say this, but he didn't expect that Chen Long would investigate it to the end. Qiu Jian took a step forward and shouted, "Zhen Dong, you are bold! Chen Long had long been tired of dealing with Qiu Jian, his eyes widened, and he retorted: "The Great Sword Master himself is here, is it your turn to speak?" A wave of anger rushed straight to Qiu Jian's face, Qiu Jian couldn't help but take half a step back, and his momentum suddenly withered.

Zijing raised his hands high, signaled everyone to be quiet, and said slowly: "Disciple of the Zhen family, looking at your sister's injured face, you are allowed to stay with your brother and sister, why bother to gain an inch?" As soon as these words came out, all the disciples understood that this Zijing was indeed going to break his promise, but no one dared to speak out against it. Of course, Zijing can't give the seat to Chen Long like this, otherwise how can he explain to his master, Wang Yue? I had to pretend to be puzzled, and my mind was nervous about what to do.

Long Chen sneered and said, "It turns out that the Great Sword Master has a bad memory. ”

Zijing turned his face sideways to the disciples, his eyes narrowed, and said, "What I said seems to be that if you can defeat me, you can occupy my position, rather than losing to your two brothers and sisters and giving way, not to mention that winning or losing this time has nothing to do with martial arts." The Nanlin Sword Sect is the first to be capable, and when you can defeat me alone, come to me to challenge. With that, he flicked his sleeves and turned away again.

Chen Long's feet moved slightly, and his body was already like flowing water, blocking in front of Zijing. This light skill was displayed, and the body method was elegant and fast, which once again caused a burst of exclamations from the onlookers. Qiu Jian and Liu Jiannan were even more speechless, what is the origin of this Zhen Dong, is this the legendary pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger?

The shock in Zijing's heart is beyond measure, and his confidence in becoming famous seems to have collapsed all of a sudden. This Zhen Dong didn't touch the ground, and between the changes in his figure, when he came to himself, this light skill was obviously not under him. Zijing's eyes narrowed deeper, the essence flashed in the thin slit of his eyes, his body straightened, and asked, "Zhen Dong, what do you want?"

Regarding Chen Long's entanglement, Wei Wei faintly felt that he couldn't give up, and gradually settled down in his heart, it seemed that if he didn't kill this person's arrogance, the matter could not be resolved smoothly. His eyes couldn't help but glance at Qiu Jian fiercely, what kind of trouble did this old boy cause himself!?

Zijing's momentum rose suddenly, and Chen Long felt the same way, and immediately raised his figure, used his momentum, and stared at Zijing's eyes without giving in. Long Chen was already tall, and this elevated momentum immediately compared the slender and handsome Zijing. Zijing and Chen Long stared at each other for a long time, and Zijing finally opened his mouth and asked, "Are you crazy?" Want to fight me alone now? ”

Chen Long replied, "Yes, now!" Will it have to wait a few years? After speaking, he pointed at Baoyue and said, "You hurt my sister, I want to take revenge." If I lose this battle, I will be killed or wounded; If you are defeated, I will be the first sword master of the Nanlin Sect. ”

Zijing laughed angrily, this Zhen Dong is so arrogant, he really thinks he is a fish belly! Zijing laughed, stretched out his white jade-like hands and said, "Are you deceiving me without a sword in my hand?" Well, I promise you, if you can outmaneuver my hands with your sword, I will give up my position as the first swordsman. ”

Chen Long drew his long sword, stepped back three feet, and confronted Zijing from afar. Although the long sword is an ordinary product, it is also bright, Chen Long folded it casually, and the long sword was folded in two sections, how could Chen Long take advantage of Zijing? Chen Long threw away the broken sword, his body jumped up, and he had already pounced on Zijing.

In this fair duel, Zijing was already on full alert, flying with his palms, guarding the portal. There were no swords in the hands of both sides, both were a pair of fleshy palms, and Chen Long finally got rid of the long sword that he was not good at, and unfolded his fists and feet with all his strength.

Zijing was good at swordsmanship, just now he was impulsive, and he gave the long sword Qiushui to the beauty Baoyue, where did he think that he would have to duel with Chen Long at this moment, and because he didn't believe that he couldn't beat Chen Long in martial arts, he was too big, so he chose to directly fight with Chen Long's fists and feet. If you talk about fist and foot kung fu, Chen Long's Jeet Kune Do is pure and incomparable, dare to ask who in the world is competing? Wei Wei was fighting, feeling that the opponent's fists and feet were getting heavier and heavier, and gradually falling to the downside.

The more Zijing fought, the more frightened he became, relying on his excellent light skills, and moving between the gaps between Chen Long's fists and feet, which can be said to be full of dangers. Chen Long ran the group rest gong to the triple extreme, and his state gradually entered the peak. Chen Long's offensive was superior, seeing that Zijing's breath was long, and his guard was not chaotic, he adjusted his footwork again, using boxing skills, constantly swapping his left and right feet, his body flickered left and right, and instantly hit countless jabs and side legs.

Zijing practiced some classical fist and foot kung fu, where had he ever seen such a simple and direct test of fist and leg techniques. But Chen Long's every punch and every kick is extremely heavy, and every minute tries to become a heavy punch, every punch and every kick has to be dealt with seriously, Zijing can only use a set of dense palm techniques, his palms flow back and forth like water, protecting in front of him, although the move is thrilling, Zijing feels that his physical strength is slowly leaking out like a drop of water, and under Chen Long's dense heavy punches and whips, there is no time to breathe.

Chen Long's physical strength, but there is no sign of exhaustion, the characteristic of Jeet Kune Do is to turn complexity into directness, the most saving physical strength, but Chen Long's every punch carries internal force, and every kick does not fall under a thousand catties, so the more Zijing fights, the more he feels pressured.

Baoyue had already finished bandaging at this time, although her face was pale, she still didn't want to leave to rest, and carefully helped her sit on the steps to watch the battle. From the outside of the battle circle, Zijing's pair of palms turned into countless palm shadows, forming a circle of defense around him, while Chen Long's body formed a phantom, constantly rushing forward to attack, and was repelled by Zijing's watery palm shadow. While persevering, while solid, between an attack and a defense, the scene is wonderful, the impact of the energetic collision continues to sound, and the whole thousand moves are difficult to distinguish.

Zijing's physical strength gradually exhausted, and finally showed a trace of fatigue, Chen Long's true strength immediately felt that trace of aggrievedness, and the attack was further strengthened, every punch and every kick was in pursuit of weight, and he went all out to find Zijing's double-palm duel, and when the fists collided heavily, Zijing's internal strength and physical strength were quickly consumed.

Suddenly, two thousand moves had passed, and Chen Long was hitting faster and faster, his body was barely touching the ground, and hundreds of whip legs on both sides of the line were all hit Zijing's left and right elbows like mountains. Although Zijing used his internal force to protect his arms to resist, he felt that his defense was getting weaker and weaker, and the violent impact shook the bones of both arms with a faint pain, and he couldn't attack at all. I am afraid that this battle will ruin my reputation, and I will not be able to explain it to Wang Yue and the emperor.

Zijing's momentum became weaker and weaker, and he was completely reduced to the target of Chen Long's fists and feet. Zijing really wanted to find a way to jump out of the circle, but he couldn't get out, and he was sore by Chen Long's non-stop crazy attacks, but he refused to admit defeat, so he had to grit his teeth and hold on. Another hundred moves have passed, Zijing feels that his limit is approaching, and his palm skills are becoming more and more sluggish, and he is no longer as smooth as he was in the first battle.

At the moment when Zijing's defensive circle was about to collapse, a gap suddenly appeared in Long Chen's attack. Like a corner of the eaves sheltering from the rain suddenly appeared in a storm, Zijing instantly bounced into the air, shot backwards in a reflexive group, and his body flew in front of a big tree, clinging to the trunk of the tree, seeing Chen Long chasing after him, he raised his palm and panted and shouted: "Stop!" ”

This trace of a gap was a flaw deliberately released by Long Chen, and he didn't want to exhaust Zijing to death. Sure enough, Zijing had already run out of oil and lamps, and there was this gap, so he immediately took the initiative to withdraw from the battle circle. Chen Long stood in front of Zijing's outstretched palm and deliberately asked, "Great Sword Master, what do you mean by this?"

Zijing stroked his chest, only to feel that the qi and blood were surging, and the internal breath was very disordered, and if he didn't leave, he was afraid that he would vomit blood and make a big fool on the spot. Zijing struggled to suppress his qi and blood, and said: "The fist and foot kung fu is really good, and I will learn the sword moves next time." The implication is that fists and feet are not what they are good at, and if they don't use a sword today, they will lose to Chen Long's fists and feet.

Zijing said, a little under his feet, clinging to the big tree into the shadow of the woods behind him, and disappeared. Chen Long shouted and asked, "The position of the Great Sword Master, will you give it to me!" ”

In the middle of the night, Zijingyuan's voice came from the woods: "The position of the first sword master is temporarily represented by Zhen Dong." When I return, I will fight with my sword. The voice faded away, and finally disappeared.

Find out what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown.