Li Wenshuo naturally didn't practice boxing to show Liu Huaiyi, although he had noticed the other party for a long time, but he didn't care, yesterday's battle gave him a lot of inspiration, so that he had a higher interest in these ordinary moves.

Although he has practiced it sometimes, but now he has discovered that the first realm is the first realm, there is no unparalleled sword qi and majestic internal force like the sea here, and the test is all about the subtlety of one move and one style, and sometimes even the size of the courage and strength of both sides.

The moment Li Wenshuo entered the rivers and lakes, he was the cultivation of the upper realm of Xianfeng, and he was still above the vast majority of people in the world, so he lacked the experience and understanding of this realm.

When he was in Wanzhou, he spent money to collect a lot of martial arts cheats, of course, they were all those that could be found with money, they were not very cherished, and they were even a little ridiculous.

But with his state of mind and perception, he has a different understanding.

His greatest reliance was still the three-foot long sword in his hand, in any case, in the most dangerous time, he believed in the sword even more than he believed in himself, which was an indelible thing that had been engraved into his bones.

After another three moves, after finishing the work, Li Wenshuo let out a sigh of relief, and then looked at the man in black who appeared in front of him, about thirty years old, but the Guilintang costume printed with the sword print made him frown slightly.

Glancing at a few thugs with fierce eyes on the side, the corners of his lips raised a slight smile, and said in a cold voice: "Yo he, please come to help, what, you also want to try my fist?"

The opening of this sentence was extremely straightforward and ruthless, which made Liu Huaiyi stunned, frowned, and said in his heart, Do you really don't know our ghost forest hall, you just want to fight so much?

"Who is Your Excellency?"

Liu Huaiyi's expression was a little cold, not unhappy, although he was indeed unhappy now, but he had always been like this on weekdays.

On the other hand, Li Wenshuo is much easier, he used to have the ability to seal the innate qi and internal force dust, which is extremely easy, but now if he wants to unravel it, it is not so easy.

A guided process is required.

Fortunately, the other party came just an ordinary disciple of the Ghost Forest Hall.

Li Wenshuo thought like this, sneered, and said: "Before asking other people's identities, you shouldn't sign up for your own family, you guy, you look like a famous family, why don't you understand these rules?"

Li Wenshuo is very happy, and he is happy from the bottom of his heart.

At this moment, he 'lost all his skills', but he felt that he was closer to the rivers and lakes he longed for, almost within reach, and he could take it into his arms at will.

Liu Huaiyi let out a sigh of relief, looked up at the sky, and then sneered, he was now more sure that Li Wenshuo was an ordinary Jianghu man who didn't know anything.

So how can the other party be the opponent of the sword in his hand, and what is there to be afraid of?

"Ghost Forest Hall Liu Huaiyi. ”

"Jiangnan Sanren Li Er. ”

The clouds in the sky pressed low on the people's heads, the northwest wind pierced people's faces like wheat mangs, and the streets and alleys were very quiet, and the two looked at each other for a long time, not having the slightest feeling of sympathy, but looking at each other with disgust.

The little thug behind Liu Huaiyi couldn't help but swallow his saliva, and Song Qiuhu, who had just come out of the medical hall, scolded Fuck your mother, and the atmosphere between the two sides was tense to the extreme.

Li Wenshuo stretched out his right hand and said a word of invitation, and then the battle started so abruptly.

Liu Huaiyi made a move, although he felt that he would not lose, but he did not underestimate this opponent at all, the shot was full strength, and the moment the narrow knife was swung, the cold light came to his face, which was extremely terrifying.

Although he was on two sides of the hostile side, Li Wenshuo still almost praised it.

Of course, it was not to Liu Huaiyi, but the move used in Liu Huaiyi's hand, the two-handed sword technique of the Ghost Forest Hall.

A knife is slashed, the knife is cold, and there is quite an indomitable momentum, as if this knife is a lore, and it will be life and death.

But Li Wenshuo's eyes were sharp, and he could see that this knife actually had spare strength, if the opponent was wrong and dealt with it with all his might, the long sword that was still on the waist and silent would be unsheathed like a poisonous snake, giving the opponent a killing blow.

So he took a step back, swaying left and right like duckweed, the speed was not fast, but the knife flashed, but he didn't even touch the corner of Li Wenshuo's clothes.

Liu Huaiyi's face was stunned, but he was not in a hurry, the opponent retreated like this, although he could not use the killing sword by relying on the martial arts he practiced, but the knife in his hand was not just an ornament.

During his time in the Ghost Forest Hall, he spent more time practicing swords than he practiced swords.

If the opponent continues, the balance of power in front of him will be gradually broken, and the balance of victory will gradually tilt in his side.

Li Wenshuo was still retreating, but at the moment he felt bored, he kept retreating, wanting to see more clever swordsmanship and swordsmanship, but what was displayed in front of him was really mediocre.

Not even the slightest change has occurred.

Li Wenshuo made a move, and suddenly changed his moves, before he was like a floating duckweed, but now he was easily rooted in the rocks as if he didn't move, so shocked that Liu Huaiyi almost hit Li Wenshuo.

But after all, he didn't, he wanted to retreat with his knife, but Li Wenshuo grabbed his collar, and as soon as he retracted and released his strength, the instantaneous change was to disrupt the opponent's internal breath.

Liu Huaiyi staggered back a few steps, although it was no big deal, his face was suffocated by this split internal breath, and he ran the internal force again, but there was a clear tingling sensation in the tendons.

Shocked and angry, he snorted coldly, and shook off the little thug behind him who wanted to support him.

stepped forward again, the long knife slashed a few times in front of him at random, Li Wenshuo flicked his fingers lightly, and hit the side of the knife with great accuracy, and then Liu Huaiyi took out the sword.

For Li Wenshuo, this sword is a bit above board, and it does not have the kind of vicious meaning he imagined, so the power is also greatly reduced.

Li Wenshuo figured out a problem, although they were both the power of the initial realm, but the battles he had experienced were far from being comparable to the initial realm, and the two fought fiercely, just like a martial arts master and a duel with a farmer who didn't know martial arts.

I even want to find some understanding from the other party's moves, which is really ridiculous.

No matter how subtle the move is, what is the use of the other party not being able to play the subtlety?

So Li Wenshuo stretched out his hand, and without looking at it, he pinched the tip of the sword in the air with great accuracy, and with a shock, the thin sword was instantly broken into several sections.

Liu Huaiyi's eyes were wide, and the opponent's speed was not fast, so he could see it clearly, but he was even more shocked by the opponent's freewheeling.

What kind of trick is this?

It's not that he doesn't know that his martial arts can be broken, there is no invincible move in the world, and any move has the possibility of being broken.

But how could it be broken like this?

Li Wenshuo didn't have any moves, when Liu Huaiyi pulled out his sword, he became a swordsman, unfortunately, he was also a swordsman, the top kind in the world.

Looking at Liu Huaiyi's movements, he could know the trajectory of the long sword and the strongest and weakest when he closed his eyes, so he just stretched out his hand and pinched the tip of the sword.

Seal the fist, big split!

Li Wenshuo smashed his fist on Liu Huaiyi's chest, and with a low shout, Liu Huaiyi flew out upside down, and drew more than a dozen steps against the ground before stopping.

Before he could speak, he vomited several mouthfuls of blood one after another.

"Big Brother ......"

The nearest thug who stood trembled and shouted this sentence, Liu Huaiyi was also defeated, defeated so easily, there was no difference from them, he didn't even dare to look up at Li Wenshuo's eyes.

After all, fighting is just an extremely simple thing, whether it is with a knife or a sword, or rather, when there is a sword, when there is a sword, and when there is a sword, you can knock the opponent down by all means, and you don't even need to care about the moves.

Li Wenshuo understood this truth, and the boredom in his heart was not so strong for the opponent lying on the ground.

The opponent is not wrong, but it is too weak, Li Wenshuo thought so, turned around and went back to the medical hall, the loser is not worth his attention.

It's just that the Ghost Forest Hall will really stand out for a gangster, which is really unexpected by him, and when he returned to the medical hall, he made his attitude very clear: "It's not safe here, I hope everyone leaves quickly." ”

Shen Wansan agreed with this proposal very much, he knew what was behind the Ghost Forest Hall, knew their viciousness, and in his heart, he also had an inexplicable fear and hatred for the Ghost Forest Hall.

But Lao Wang's attitude is unusually firm, he firmly believes that those disciples of the Ghost Forest Hall may be arrogant on weekdays, but they are by no means bad people, and the villagers will not harm themselves.

Song Qiuhu had an indifferent attitude of dying and dying, and snorted coldly, saying that he was going to fight hard with his opponent, but he never mentioned the hidden steel knife again.

Li Wenshuo was very helpless, and he no longer concealed it, and the spread of consciousness shrouded the distance of dozens of miles within a radius of tens of miles, planning to take Shen Wansan away immediately once a master beyond his ability to deal with it appeared.

He is still in a state of serious injury, and if he forcibly confronts the opponent with a master of the same realm, he will not have any advantage, and he will even face a fiasco.

And his enemies will not come alone.

Liu Huaiyi left, without letting those gangsters support him, the corners of his mouth were still bleeding, and he endured the severe pain in his body, staggered through the streets and towns, and returned to Beicheng.

He planned to find his master, the herald who taught him the art of two-handed swords, and the shame he had inflicted on him must be returned, no matter how strong the primordial realm martial artist was, it would be useless in front of the masters of the Xianfeng realm.

Unconsciously, he already hated Li Wenshuo.

However, he worked hard to return to Beicheng, tried his best, and was ridiculed, and when he came to the small courtyard where the master was, he saw another young man.

The young man had a look of indifference on his face, a sheathed sword slung at his waist, and his gaze was silent.

This is an extremely clever swordsman.

The first time Liu Huaiyi saw the other party, he made such a judgment, and even made the judgment that the other party might even be a master of the Xianfeng realm.

He had heard people say that the people who use swords in the world are either mediocre or immortals.

The one in front of him could be classified as the latter, and he didn't dare to speak, because while the young man was sitting, his master, the herald of the Ghost Forest Hall, was also standing respectfully on the side.

Ye Shenglan participated in the battle of Yanmen Mountain on behalf of Youlin Jiantang, thinking that he could shine brightly and let the entire martial arts know his name.

He himself thinks so, and the elders of the sect and the head of the sect even think so.

But he was cut off by Li Wenshuo, and the right hand holding the sword was broken at the wrist.

He can also use a sword with his left hand, although he is not very used to it, but with a little more practice, he can still be a master.

But his sword heart was damaged, and even the realm with him was dispersed along with the broken right hand, Yu is sword practice, and the realm regressed more and more, day by day, and even fell off the realm of the grandmaster.

So he didn't dare to practice swords anymore, a habit that had never changed since he was seven years old, but now he was about to give up.

He is still a master of the Grandmaster, but he is no longer in the limelight, there is no Grandmaster realm, in fact, a Xianfeng Consummation can challenge him, and he may not be able to win, and the future is bleak.

He has a marriage contract with the first disciple of the Emei faction, although he has not met a few times, but he attaches great importance to this marriage contract, and the two have also practiced swords together, respecting each other like guests.

But not now, some time ago, the elders of the sect were very angry and did not tell him the reason, but he could guess.

The Emei sect is one of the five major sects, and will not allow its sect leader to marry a waste.

There are many definitions of genius, some can practice swords, some can play chess, some can make money, and some can do all kinds of things, but there is also a definition, this definition is called Ye Shenglan, a peerless kendo genius.

But there is only one definition of waste.

Ye Shenglan knew that this might not be the girl's own meaning, he didn't blame the other party, but it still brought him endless humiliation, he didn't care on the surface, but he was in great pain in his heart.

As a result, his heart became more and more chaotic, and he couldn't practice swords.

But he didn't really care much, he saw everything clearly through this incident, and even wanted to thank Li Wenshuo who cut off his right hand.

Can't you practice swords with your left hand?

Of course, the left hand can practice swords, he is Ye Shenglan, he knows that his sword heart is dusty, but he also knows that his sword heart is still there.

All he needs is time.

But now he had to deal with the boring chores in front of him that he never had to care about before.

After all, he is not the former Ye Shenglan, he is no longer the master who represents the Youlin Sword Tang in the Martial Arts Alliance, but a new master who has been arranged in Beicheng, or the hall master.

What he did had nothing to do with a master of the Grandmaster, managing some small sects, conveying some inconsequential orders, and of course, the most important thing was to collect worldly money for the Martial Arts Alliance.

But he didn't care, because the other party had already given him the time he needed most, and after that, all he had to prove was that he was still that Ye Shenglan, and he would definitely not lose again.