Dongfang Qinghou held the hilt of the long sword in both hands and gave a standard sword salute to the man in Tsing Yi in front of him.

"Please sir."

"Okay."

The man in Tsing Yi smiled, reached into the air, and a three-foot-long tender green object appeared in the man's palm, and if he looked closely, it was a long green bamboo.

Dongfang Qinghou looked at this long green bamboo and frowned, hesitated for a while, and finally couldn't help but speak, "Sir, is this just a competition with me?" ”

"Why not use bamboo as a sword and bamboo instead of a sword?"

"That gentleman is too underestimated by the sword in my hand, my sword is called Shen Tang, and it will be directly pierced through the oil pot without hindrance when it is submerged in the hot oil pot, and the sword body will not be attached to a drop of oil stains after taking it, not to mention the sharpness, Mr.'s bamboo sword, I'm afraid it will be cut off with a light touch."

Dongfang Qinghou said in a deep voice: "Sir, let's change the sword, I hope Mr. can still take this competition seriously." ”

The man in Tsing Yi smiled faintly, "Indeed, for a swordsman, the quality of the sword undoubtedly determines how much the swordsman can exert his strength. ”

"If the gentleman knows, why-"

The man in Tsing Yi interrupted Dongfang Qinghou's words and said lightly, "However, the absence of a sword in his hand does not mean that this swordsman is useless. The most important thing for a swordsman is a sword heart, what is a sword heart, there are hills and valleys in the chest, and there is naturally a sword in the heart, and this sword determines whether the swordsman is really strong. Although I have a thin bamboo that is fragile and easy to break, I will not lose to a sharp sword in the hands of a strong swordsman. ”

Dongfang Qinghou nodded thoughtfully, and bowed to the man in Tsing Yi with his sword, "Mr. Qinghou remembers, but Qinghou still doesn't believe that Mr. can beat me with just a thin bamboo." ”

Sensing the faint arrogance in Dongfang Qinghou's words, the man in Tsing Yi smiled faintly and said softly, "In this way, if you can use the deep soup in your hand to cut off this thin bamboo in my hand, I will give this Sword Pavilion Master to you." ”

Dongfang Qinghou was overjoyed, and hurriedly asked, "Sir, is he serious?" ”

The man in Tsing Yi nodded and said, "Of course, if you lose, there will be some punishment." ”

Dongfang Qinghou didn't seem to care about the punishment in the mouth of the man in Tsing Yi, and saluted with a sword, "Then sir, don't blame Qinghou for doing his best." ”

"Give it your all, so you can be convinced."

Dongfang Qinghou immediately broke off, picked up a sword flower and stabbed straight at the man in Tsing Yi, but the man in Tsing Yi was not in a hurry, and when Dongfang Qinghou's sword came, he could take a step and dodge this sword stab.

It's just that Dongfang Qinghou also seemed to have expected this, and with a turn of his wrist, the sword body immediately rotated, changing from a stabbing attack to a horizontal cut.

There was a faint sense of appreciation in the eyes of the man in Tsing Yi, but the bamboo sword in his hand was not slow at all, and with a wave of his hand, the bamboo sword slapped heavily on Dongfang Qinghou's wrist holding the sword, and the strong pain made Dongfang Qinghou couldn't help but let go of his hand, and the Shentang sword fell immediately, and the tip of the sword sank directly into the hard ground, it looked like Dongfang Qinghou said, this Shentang sword was indeed extremely sharp.

"If a swordsman loses his sword, it is equivalent to losing something, and I don't need to say this truth anymore." The man in Tsing Yi looked at Dongfang Qinghou and said lightly, and a purple scar had already appeared on Dongfang Qinghou's wrist.

Dongfang Qinghou was silent, quietly picked up the Shentang sword on the ground and performed a sword salute, but the man in Tsing Yi could clearly notice that Dongfang Qinghou's wrist was trembling slightly, and it was obvious that the purple scar on his wrist was still working.

"If you can't hold the sword, you can throw in the towel." The man in Tsing Yi smiled lightly.

Dongfang Qinghou heard that he was forcibly suppressing the huge pain coming from his wrist, gritted his teeth and used all his strength to clench the hilt of the sword again.

"Drink!"

Dongfang Qinghou raised his eyes suddenly, and his body shot forward like a cannonball detached from the barrel, and the Shentang Sword in his hand stabbed towards the man in Tsing Yi like a silver light.

"The speed is good," the man in Tsing Yi said lightly, "It's a pity-"

The man in Tsing Yi didn't move when he faced this silver light, and he raised his hand and waved the bamboo sword casually. It's just that this time the bamboo sword slapped not Dongfang Qinghou's wrist, but the Shentang sword in his hand.

"The heart is more than enough, but the strength is insufficient."

I saw that the bamboo sword hit the sword body of the Shentang Sword, and the Shentang Sword was offset from the original orbit because of the power transmitted by the bamboo sword. Even Dongfang Qinghou was guided by the Shentang Sword in his hand, and finally fell to the ground with the sword.

The man in Tsing Yi lowered his eyes and looked at Dongfang Qinghou, who was gray-headed and dusty, and said calmly, "Although the explosive power is good, you seem to have injected all your true qi into your speed, causing your sword to be extremely powerful although it looks majestic, but it is actually vulnerable. How can you cut off this thin bamboo in my hand without a sword of strength? ”

Dongfang Qinghou still didn't speak, stood up with the Shentang Sword in his hand, and made a sword salute towards the man in Tsing Yi again, this time, the Shentang Sword was in his hand from beginning to end.

……

Knock –

This time, the blue-robed man directly fell into the pond with his sword, and the pool water moistened the man's entire robe, making the man's broad physique looming.

The blue-robed man held his sword tightly and knelt in the pond with his strength, and his sharply defined side face was like a knife sharpening, and from time to time there were crystal droplets of water sliding down, splashing one after another.

The man's heavy gasps sounded from time to time, and after a few seconds of calming down, the man in the green robe raised his starry eyes again and looked at the man in green clothes by the pond.

"Again."

……

This time, a bright red mark appeared on the surface of Dongfang Qinghou's arm, and at this time, Dongfang Qinghou's body was not intact, and even the cyan robe on his body was cracked one after another.

The man in Tsing Yi looked at the red mark on Dongfang Qinghou's arm and frowned, and said, "Why don't you avoid it?" ”

"I can't avoid it." Dongfang Qinghou replied.

The man in Tsing Yi heard this answer and said calmly, "You can avoid it by letting go of your hand just now, I believe you can do it." ”

Dongfang Qinghou gasped and shook his head, "The sword is in the people, the sword is dead, and it can't be avoided." ”

The man in Tsing Yi sneered, "It's so unavoidable, if I just held a real sword and one of your arms is gone, you still choose not to avoid it?" ”

Dongfang Qinghou was silent, and then nodded, which was his answer.

"Ignorance!"

The man in Tsing Yi said calmly: "Let me ask you, people are alive, is the sword alive?" ”

"Yes." Dongfang Qinghou replied without the slightest hesitation.

"Even so, when you think you can't avoid it, will the Shentang Sword in your hand think the same way? Seeing you lose an arm in exchange for never being able to be held by your master again, do you think it's really so willing? The man in Tsing Yi walked up to Dongfang Qinghou and stretched out his hand. Dongfang Qinghou hesitated, and finally raised his hand and put the Shentang Sword in his hand in the palm of the man in Tsing Yi.

The man in Tsing Yi quietly looked at the Shentang Sword, and then said, "People have affection, and so does the sword." I could feel its resistance to me, even its resentment towards me. ”

The man in Tsing Yi raised his fingers together and gently swung upwards along the silver blade of the Shentang Sword.

"Sometimes, putting it down is a better way to pick it up. The sword is loyal, and once it has identified you, it will not betray again. The sword is in the people, the sword is dead, the main body of this sentence is not in the people, but in the sword. ”