Chapter 402: Drunk

One cup is good in color, ten cups of guts plus. Half-drunk and self-indulgent, drunk and too peaceful. ---------Tang Dynasty. Yuan Zhen "Reward Paradise to Persuade Drunk"

It is said that Zijing's figure is erratic, his shot is like lightning, and he suddenly advances and retreats like flying, and the Qiushui long sword swept past Chen Long's chest, warning Chen Long to withdraw on his own, and the disciples didn't even see whether Zijing had a sword or not. Unexpectedly, Long Chen was very tough, and he even drew his sword in his hand, but he still insisted on challenging the first swordsman of the Nanlin Sword Sect.

In the uproar of the female disciples, Baoyue slowly walked to Chen Long's side, and also drew her long sword to face Zijing. The two of them both had a deep affection for life and death, and Baoyue shouted: "Brother, if you want to die, you will die together!" Great Sword Master, since you are unreasonable, let's make a move! ”

Zijing's good-looking brows furrowed, and he froze in place for a moment. Wei Feng was pretentious when he was young, and he read countless women in Chang'an, how could he be willing to destroy flowers with his spicy hands. For this Zhen family girl, I had a good impression at first sight, and this matter is troublesome.

With a smile in her eyes, Baoyue said to Long Chen: "Intercept the sword!" The two had the same mind, and Long Chen understood that what Baoyue was talking about was to integrate the method of double combat in Jeet Kune Do, which the two had cultivated, into the way of the sword, in order to resist Zijing's fluttering body method. Chen Long set up a door, one left and one right with Baoyue, and said: "Great Sword Master, our brother and sister have low martial arts, and they advance and retreat together, and the two of you beat one of you, it's not a violation, right?" ”

Zijing slowly pulled out the entire Qiushui Sword from its scabbard, only to see that the sword body was like water, the sword qi was like frost, and the cold blood groove was glowing with the cold light of metal, which was obviously extremely sharp. Zijing said slowly: "Don't worry, the little sister of the Zhen family, since this is the case, I will never let the Qiushui Sword get bloody." When the disciples heard that Zhizijing had no intention of killing, they applauded, and Qiu Jian, who was angry, blew his beard and glared.

Bao Yue smiled, and Wei Wei's heart was moved when she saw it, only to hear her say: "Thank you for the mercy of the Great Sword Master." Wei Zijing re-sheathed the long sword, stepped left and right a few times, and showed a hint of drunkenness in his staggering.

At this point, the battle between Zijing and the Zhen family brothers and sisters officially began, but the tense atmosphere weakened a lot. Zijing was drunk, stepping on the gossip of the seven palaces, and the long sword flickered left and right, drawing countless large and small sword circles, covering the two of them within the scope of the attack.

Zijing Qiushui sword starts from a slight drunkenness, there is a sword in the drunk, the sword momentum is drunk, undulating, it can be said that it has both god and shape, and it is both rigid and soft. Suddenly, the drunkenness intensified, drunk into madness, drunk like mud, until he was drunk, his footsteps were brilliant like dancing steps, his body fell and fell, the sword body was light and fluttering, and he went straight to the Tanzhong acupoint on Chen Long's chest on the right side like lightning.

"The sword is in the drunken form, and the killing machine is hidden in the fall", which is the trick of Zijing's swordsmanship. It not only has to follow certain rules in the detention and unrestrainedness, and strictly abide by the high degree of freedom in the rules, but also in the drunken state of stumbling, leaning forward and backward, implying the methods of attack and defense, such as point collapse and stabbing, splitting and intercepting, sweeping clouds and pressing belts, and hanging and hanging; In the fall and fall, there are all kinds of sword skills; In the drunken state of faltering, the force of spiral and whipping occurs, and the goal of defeating the enemy is achieved.

Chen Long had never seen such a splendid swordsmanship, he only concentrated his mind and followed the sword, not looking at his body shape and footwork, only aiming at the tip of the scabbard of the Qiushui Sword, using the sword as a knife, and slashing towards the Qiushui Sword. Between movement and stillness, Baoyue's long sword also moved, the long sword went straight and straight, like a jab in Jeet Kune Do, and the landing point of the tip of the sword turned out to be Zijing's most proud handsome face.

Zijing fought against the Zhen family brothers and sisters, seeing that the other party might have a two-person battle method, he did not panic, the long sword changed to the east and west, and took the long sword of Chen Long in a madness, and unexpectedly staggered his position, and made a posture of a trip, in fact, it was a kung fu such as an iron plate bridge, and it was really a waist like a white willow, the most meaningful, the scene was poetic and picturesque, infinitely "drunk and beautiful" attractive, drunk, like a mellow and rich millennium of aging, Zijing blinked at Baoyue to show his sister's heart.

Chen Long had already seen through Zijing's ambition for "his own sister", and his childlike innocence suddenly rose, and he also winked at Baoyue. Baoyue was confused for a while, rolled his eyes and snorted, and the long sword stabbed in response, responding to the great sword master who teased him.

The three of them were half-truths and half-truths, tumbling and tumbling in one place. Qiu Jian's disciples are also experts in martial arts, but they have never seen a double swordsmanship, and the cooperation is simple and direct, and the moves are all saved by attacking the enemy. Although the swordsmanship is sloppy, it still cooperates tacitly, objectively destroying the artistic conception of Zijing's drunken sword, Zijing's footwork of becoming famous for righteousness, a little messy, in the drunken step that should be strict, there are more back and forth, and the long sword is also more up and down blocking, and the offense and defense are almost four or six open, which is a situation that Zijing never thought of at the beginning of the battle.

Zijing regretted it a little for the first time, he wanted to show off in front of the beauties, he didn't unsheath the Qiushui sword, there was less sharp divine weapons, and the drunken sword was less threatening to stab, only a little bit of fighting, and the power was much less. Zijing Dantian's luck gradually increased the internal force, especially for Chen Long's sword style, Zijing increased the strength of the point hit, the speed of the long sword surged, and the internal force wrapped outside the scabbard, and the entire Qiushui Sword seemed to have become an iron rod.

Chen Long immediately felt empathy, and sneered in his heart, even if he was facing the Sword God Wang Yue, he was not afraid. The group breath worked, and the internal force burst out like a flood, and with a bang, it collided with Zijing's sheathed Qiushui sword. The two internal forces collided, and there was a sound like defeat, Zijing's sword staggered, and it was sealed at the outer door, and at this moment Baoyue's long sword had reached Zijing's chest.

Zijing was shocked, he didn't expect Chen Long's internal strength to be so strong, although he didn't go all out, but even if he was one-on-one with himself, this Zhen Dong might have the ability to fight. This brother and sister are so strong, what is the origin of it?

Zijing's thoughts flashed in an instant, Baoyue's long sword had arrived in front of him, the Qiushui sword was still stuck with Chen Long's sword, Zijing's left hand grabbed it casually, and he had already pinched Baoyue's sword edge. For a while, the three of them froze there, Baoyue couldn't draw his sword, abandoned the sword with a whip leg, and went straight to Zijing's thigh bone, Chen Long had a good heart, and at the same time abandoned the long sword, rose up and turned sideways with a beautiful whirlwind leg, sweeping towards Zijing's right shoulder.

This move is a move in Jeet Kune Do, the two have been practicing together for a long time, very tacit understanding, Zijing glued three long swords in his left and right hands, facing the two flying legs that were close at hand, it was impossible not to change positions, so he had to use his feet hard, and his body flew back and fell back to the top of the steps.

This time the rabbit fell, everyone roared and shouted, Zijing shook off the two long swords of Chen Long and Baoyue, his old face was slightly red, and he looked at the two brothers and sisters in the field. Although he did not lose the duel, as the supreme great sword master, he was forced to retreat by two newly promoted disciples, and he still lost face. Zijing pulled it gently, and the Qiushui Sword had already come out of its sheath, pointing at the two people in the field and shouting: "Qiushui is the treasure of my Zhongnan Secret Realm, extremely sharp, be careful!" It's too late to quit now! ”

Chen Long and Bao Yue glanced at each other, Bao Yue took out a short knife from the boot tube, and in Chen Long's hand, there was also a black iron whip, which was the thing that captured Cao Chun. Since this Zijing wants to use strength, Chen Long and Baoyue will definitely fight him to the end.

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