It comes from the same source as the sword, and the moves of the Mo knife are also very simple, and in the romance of the Sui and Tang dynasties, Cheng Biting Jin's three-plate axe is better than that, nothing more than chopping, sweeping, and oblique stabbing, not much more clever than the sword of the Japanese Kingdom, but the power is much greater. [No pop-up novel network]

The common three-pointed and two-edged knife in the novel is actually the Mo knife, generally speaking, people who use this weapon have the highest force value, such as Yang Jian in Journey to the West, and Li Siyuan, a brave general in the late Tang Dynasty.

Tsukahara's experience of the power of the Mo knife is the most profound. From the beginning of the duel to now, it hasn't been long, but he is already sweating profusely, embarrassed, and no longer exerts the power of slashing in the wind.

It's not that he doesn't want to fight back, when the opponent swings the weapon, he uses a swift body to cut in, closing the distance so that the long weapon can't be used, and he really thought about this move. However, the amplitude of the opponent's weapon is not large, and the weight of the Mo knife itself has already determined the power, as long as it is not a cavalry with men and horses, then there is no need to round it at all.

The opponent has been holding the Mo knife flat, sometimes stabbing, sometimes slashing, Tsukahara can't find the slightest flaw to use, so he can only be beaten passively.

As for jumping over the head of the opponent from the Mo knife and attacking in the air or something, Tsukahara didn't even think about it. He just looks like a frog, but he doesn't have the jumping power of a frog, and there is no light skill in this era to jump up two or three feet on the ground.

Backwards, backwards, backwards...... Since the beginning of the war, Tsukahara has not even cut out a single sword, and at the same time he does not dare to parry, although the amplitude of the opponent's swing of the long knife is not large, but there is a faint sound of wind, which shows its strength. As long as the knife is not hollow, the opponent's strength is far above him, and with the advantage of the weapon, parrying is just self-inflicted.

The Tang Dynasty has long since disappeared, hundreds of years ago, not to mention the Japanese people, even if they are from the Central Plains, few people remember the power of various Tang swords. The Japanese people should regard what they have learned as their own, and they are very proud of it, and feel that the Japanese sword is the most powerful blade, and even many people in the Central Plains agree with this.

Now, the reappearance of the truly most powerful divine soldier, people are surprised to find that the original sword is nothing more than that, it is good to take it for self-defense, and it is purely to seek death when you take it to the battlefield. On the battlefield, where is there so much space to retreat? If the striker has fled a few feet away, then the rear line will definitely collapse completely, if not...... There is no need to set it up, because Tsukahara has no way out, no matter how big the ring is, after all, it is only a ring, and it is impossible for him to go around in circles endlessly, and unconsciously, he found that he has been forced into a dead end.

There are only two choices he faces, either jump down and admit defeat, or rush up and fight hard, neither choice is what he wants, delaying time, and waiting for the other party's strength to run out is the result he wants to see the most. As long as they can win, the Japanese people will not care about face and other things, they advocate the theory of victory.

But the reality is so helpless, if he doesn't admit defeat, he can only turn around and fight hard.

Sinking his waist and elbows, Tsukahara's hands holding the knife burst out with green tendons, and he looked at his opponent for a moment, silently counting the opponent's moves in his heart...... Half a step back, he had already stepped on the edge of the ring, but he avoided a straight stab from the other party, and then turned slightly sideways, allowing him to pass the half-arc drawn by the knife light, and then, the fierce light flashed in his eyes, and the time had come!

The next move will be, and it can only be a horizontal slash, before he didn't want to be desperate, so he could only retreat, but if he wanted to be desperate, this is the time, rush up, as long as he can block the horizontal slash, he will have a chance to cut into the inner circle, and he can win!

He had already thought about this move many times in his mind, and the movements were quite smooth, and an arrow stepped up, and the distance between the two sides quickly narrowed, causing an exclamation from the spectators.

In the exclamation, the Mo knife swept firmly, and Tsukahara stood by the side of the knife, ready to resist hard.

"Dang!" There was a loud bang, and the power of the knife was beyond his imagination, and at that moment, he even heard the crisp sound of the blade cracking, and before he could carefully distinguish which knife the sound came from, he was already unable to stand still. The irresistible force came from all over the world and swept him directly away with a knife.

Fighting head-on, after all, it depends on strength and speed, and skill is just a minutiae, and while he is in the air, Tsukahara suddenly understands this truth, and he tries to stretch his legs, trying to regain his balance, re-stepping into the ring, and then making a comeback, turning defeat into victory.

But his efforts were ridiculous. Figuratively speaking, the Sword Saint with his legs stretched out in mid-air is like a boiled frog; In fact, there was no need for him to work harder, because the opponent's second sword had already followed, and the whistling wind told Tsukahara that the power of this sword was not at all under the first sword!

He closed his eyes in despair, he didn't even have the heart to block, he didn't block the first knife with his down-to-earth feet, how could he block the second knife now? The ancestors are all liars, there are many warriors in the Ming Kingdom, it is very terrifying, it is not so cowardly and powerless as the legend, otherwise how could he, a battle-hardened sword saint, end up like this?

The knife wind was close, but the whistling sound suddenly became louder, and then, there was a sharp pain in the chest and abdomen, and at the same time, there was a burst of exclamations from the audience...... It's just that the pain is not the expected tearing sensation of the blade entering the body, but the dull pain of being hit by a heavy hammer, flying lightly in the air, Tsukahara opened his eyes in surprise, and found that at the moment before the hit, the opponent turned the blade sideways and slapped him away with the spine of the knife.

The benevolence of the woman, Tsukahara endured the severe pain, revealing a sneer, the Central Plains people are strong and strong, but they still have a good face in their bones, they love fake benevolence and false righteousness, today they let themselves go, and when they return to their hometown, they will definitely make them regret it, isn't it Modao? Do you think you can't imitate it?

The loser didn't admit defeat, and the winner was also very depressed, and a young voice came from behind the black scarf, complaining very dissatisfied: "Cut, what kind of bullshit sword saint, I can't help fighting, I wasted so much thought in vain, it's really ......"

What else the other party said later, Tsukahara couldn't hear it anymore, he was surprised by the age of his opponent, and at the same time he had a feeling of vomiting blood, his sword master, actually lost to a teenager, this is really ...... "Goodong!" Then, he really vomited blood, falling from the ring more than two feet high, and anyone who came would have to vomit blood, not to mention, the two knives he received were really not light, this time it was an injury on top of injury. Falling to the ground like a rag bag, Tsukahara spat blood, and before he could even scream, he didn't move.

"......" There was silence in the audience.

The Japanese people were all scared silly, although they didn't report the number like Zhengde, but Tsukahara was indeed a sword saint, the kind that was not adulterated, but the two swords were taken care of, and they couldn't accept this reality at all, so they all became statues, standing there stupidly, and no one even looked at Tsukahara's injuries.

The mood of the audience in Daming is similar to that of Zhengde, and I thought I would see a dragon fight, but the process was a bit interesting in addition to the beginning and the end, and the process was not exciting at all. That Japanese Sword Saint ran around for a while, and was solved in the last stroke, this Japanese is too weak, right?

It was half a loud sound before someone cheered loudly, the voice was a little old, but it was full of energy: "What a flying immortal outside the sky, a good one with no blood with a sword, okay, this name is too appropriate!" ”

"That's right, it's indeed a flying immortal outside the sky, didn't that Japanese person really fly down?"

"Well, the blood was also vomited when it hit the ground, and it is appropriate that there is no blood in a sword." Finding fun in the ordinary, the words of the applauding people reached the hearts of the onlookers, and people began to talk about it.

"It seems that Hou Defang can make a new joke again, Ximen Daxia and the Japanese Sword Saint fought against the top of the Forbidden City, and the battle was 300 rounds, and finally the Japanese Sword Saint was defeated by Ximen Daxia with a flying immortal...... You say, "How's that coming?" ”

Familiar with 300 Tang poems, can't compose poems and chant, reading novels, listening to book reviews is also a truth, listening to a lot, naturally find a routine, there is an old book friend was immediately inspired, casually made up a story outline.

"Okay, it couldn't be better, I don't think I need to work on the gentlemen of Houdefang, Mr. Chen, just come...... With your great talent, being a storyteller is much more promising than fortune telling. ”

"That's ......" Mr. Chen pinched his long beard and sighed: "Actually, Mr. Ma, the shopkeeper of Poor Dao and Hou Defang, is also an old acquaintance, even Hou Ye, I also spoke to my face, rather than set up another stove, it is better to go to Hou Defang to apply." ”

"Wow, it's really disrespectful, disrespectful, since that's the case, we are in Houdefang, looking forward to Mr. Chen's new work." Hearing him say this, everyone was impressed.

"More Cheng Ji Yan, since this is the case, there will be no more delay in the poor road, and this is to conceive and write." Chen Guanyu, a fortune teller from Xuanfu, finally made up his mind to change careers, he made a mockery to everyone, and squeezed out of the crowd without looking back, ready to engage in the promising profession of writer.

glanced at the triumphant Zhengde on the stage, and then at Lin Han who was full of joy in the audience, Xie Hong pursed his lips. It's not all my fault, those stories were told to the second brother before, who knew he would remember it so well? Lin Han's old man is also idle, and he actually had fun at this time, and the timing was good, but it was a little out of place.

At this time, he should have poured cold water on someone, so as not to mess around in the future, but such a fuss made him happy...... Alas, forget it, brother doesn't care, let him make trouble, anyway, this kind of opportunity is not common today.

Xie Hong shook his head and sighed, gave up continuing to complain, but raised his head with a solemn expression, looked at the Taihe Palace, and worked hard for so long, and finally it was time to harvest and lay the foundation.

(To be continued)