Once upon a time, flying sword skills were the main means of attack for monks in duels. However, in modern times, various schools of martial arts have died out in the inheritance, and the mainstream swordsmanship of the past has become a thing of the past.

Today's flying swords on the rivers and lakes are far less explosive and lethal than the power of the "One Sword Cave Sky" back then.

That's why it's a competition.

Wu Di and the others carried two boxes of cannonballs and came to the edge of the cliff where the sword platform was located.

This is a two-sided cliff, forming a hollow valley, and the two sides of the cliff are engraved with the big characters "Q" and "Sword" respectively. Its handwriting is ancient, but the pen is vigorous and sharp, and it is obviously written by a master of sword cultivation.

A white stone bridge lies in the middle of the Wenjian Cliff, connecting the two ends of the cliff to form an [H] structure.

The ring of the Kentai is located in the middle of the "H".

On the stage, the sword cultivators looked at each other. Offstage, the gambling dogs were barking. There are also some tourists who have nothing to do with martial arts, admiring the Wenjian Cliff by the bridge.

The referee on the field, an old monk who is not young, but has bright and sharp eyes, is talking about conventional nonsense at this time-

"In Xia Zhai Jiuqian, he is the referee of this [Wenjiantai]. Ask the rules of the sword platform, presumably needless to say. Everyone competes at speed, regardless of cultivation, regardless of seniority. I hope you will ask with your sword, and do not cause conflict. ”

After talking nonsense, he began to introduce the rules, because it was too complicated, Shen Dongting concisely summarized with Wu Di, just two points:

First, the target is two kilometers away, and the target should be hit with a flying sword.

Second, the first move is the win, and the second hand is the loss. If they hit both, the winner is determined by their power.

"Old Wu, aren't we here to drop bombs on people's faces? Is this bloodless clear water field useful? Zhang Wei asked.

Wu Di nodded: "The speed of the flying sword is almost the speed of the monk's sword." If even the flying swords of these professional players can't keep up with the rate of fire of rockets, it is enough to prove everything. ”

The speed of the flying sword is about the same as the speed of the sword, and if the rocket can catch up with the monk's flying sword, it means that it will definitely catch up with the person.

"Please ask all the sword cultivators who have registered to come to the stage to draw lots. For every group of 10 people, the first place will be promoted, and the winner will be determined in two rounds. ”

The referee began to draw lots: "Except for the swordsmen of the first group, please wait on both sides for the time being." ”

There were nearly 100 sword cultivators at the scene, and almost all the sword cultivators in Hidden Dragon City were present. After drawing lots, everyone dispersed, leaving only the sword cultivators of the first group in the middle of the high platform.

The referee came to Wu Di's side: "Are you also a contestant?" ”

"Isn't it like?"

The referee said coldly: "No." ”

"I don't think so." Wu Di pointed at Shen Dongting: "This young man competed, and we helped him carry his sword." ”

The referee glanced at Shen Dongting and agreed, but what was the matter with raising the sword?

"Don't you even hold your own sword, Shaoxia?"

Shen Dongting glanced down at his Yu Dan, and then looked up at Wu Di: "Brother Wu? ”

"That's not your flying sword." Wu Di glanced back.

Zhang Wei understood, a crowbar pried open the wooden box, and dug out a rocket from the layers of hay.

Wu Di struggled to lift the cannonball, which weighed more than fifty catties: "This, yes." ”

"This ???"

Not only Lao Shen was scared stupid, but the referees, contestants, and even the gambling dogs watching the show were shocked.

This iron lump is also considered a "sword"?

When the gambling dogs saw him take out such a big thing, they laughed wildly on the spot: "Look! Hurry up! Look at that thing! ”

"Such a heavy thing, and you plan to let it fly? Hahaha! It's just a matter of flying, and you still use it to participate in [Ask Sword Terrace]? ”

The lighter the flying sword used by the sword, the better, and taking this iron rod to participate in the flying sword competition is equivalent to signing up for Yang Guo's knitting competition.

Everyone laughed and leaned back.

Even Shen Dongting felt ashamed: "Brother Wu...... Are you really going to let me control this thing? ”

"yes, but I don't need you to push it." Wu Di explained: "I need you to control its direction after it flies. ”

The thrust of the rocket is unquestionable, and the monk's swordsmanship is comparable to that of a human flesh guidance system. The two-way combination of modern military science and technology and Xiuzhen Gong, adjusting the trajectory and precise guidance, this is the great military idea of the [Fantasy Black Technology Missile]!

Wu Di wants to apply the theory of gun fighting to rockets to achieve this ultimate killing move.

"Brother Shen! You're the most powerful Edgeworth monk on the island, and you'll be able to control it! ”

Shen Dongting thought that he wanted to control this dead thing from flying, and his heart was embarrassed:

Brother Wu gave me such a heavy "sword", didn't he deliberately ask me to make a fool of myself?

"Brother Wu, are you sure?"

Wu Di nodded: "Yes, the vortex shell can easily exceed subsonic speed, you must do your best to have it under control-"

Piloting a subsonic cannonball is no less than driving a 1200km/h supercar.

At that time, even if you turned the car all sideways, it would fly straight ahead.

He has not yet realized the seriousness of the problem, because he has no idea about "subsonic" yet.

Shen Dongting's face was embarrassed: "I'...... Do your best. ”

Zhang Wei also cheered: "Old Shen, among the swordsmen we know, it is estimated that only you can succeed." ”

"Isn't this nonsense......"

Shen Dongting thought to himself: If such a heavy "sword" is placed in the hands of ordinary swordsmen, it may not be able to "resist" it.

On the other end, the referee asked, "Do you really plan to use that thing to get into the ring of my [Ask the Sword Table]?" ”

"yes, what's the problem?"

Wu Di nodded, and the opponents in the same group suddenly couldn't help laughing: "Hahahahahaha!" ”

Zhai Jiuqian was displeased: "What are you kidding?" Aren't you entertaining me? Believe it or not, I'll just pronounce you defeat? ”

Wu Di wondered: "I paid the money normally to sign up for the ring, why are I ready to sentence us to lose before I compare?" ”

Zhai Jiuqian pointed to the broken thing that wasn't even a sword: "Everyone is a light sword to decide the winner, you guys are holding such a heavy iron pimple and you plan to participate in my sword platform, and you say that you are not playing me?" ”

Referee Zhai Jiuqian asked the sword platform for so many years, and the sword masters he saw were basically won with light swords of less than a catty.

Their subtle sword skills ensure that fragile flying swords don't break or shatter at maximum speed.

Of course, there are also people who find another way and use heavy swords to break through the skill, but the monk who can lift his weight like this is at least a young monster. However, the sword cultivation is one of the few in southern Xinjiang

And these people......

Funny!?

"I admit that this Shen Shaoxia may indeed have some ability, with his level, not to mention the tiebreaker, the performance in the first round is at least worth watching."

Zhai Jiuqian set his eyes on the cannonball: "But if you want to use this big iron stick of forty or fifty catties......"

Are you still saying you're not kidding me?

Wu Di shook his head: "It's definitely not a joke. ”