The blue light flashed, and a green steel sword stabbed out, pointing at the left shoulder of the middle-aged man, so that the sword boy did not wait to recruit the old, his wrist shook the sword obliquely, and the blade of the sword had been slashed towards the man's right neck. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The middle-aged man raised his sword to block the grid, with a bang, the two swords struck each other, buzzing, the sound of the earthquake was not stopped, the double sword sword light Huo Huo, had already dismantled three moves, the middle-aged man's long sword slammed down, and slashed the young man's top door.

The young man dodged to the right, and with a sword trick in his left hand, the green steel sword stabbed the man's thigh.

The two of them were quick with swordsmanship and fought with all their might.

There were two people sitting in the east of the martial arts training hall.

The top is a middle-aged Taoist aunt in her forties, with a blue face and closed lips.

The next one is an old man in his fifties, with a long beard twisted in his right hand, and his expression is very proud.

The seats of the two were more than a foot apart, and there were more than twenty male and female disciples standing behind them.

There were more than a dozen guests sitting in a row of chairs on the west side.

The eyes of both the East and the West were focused on the gladiatorial battle between the two in the field.

Seeing that the young man and the middle-aged man had dismantled more than 70 moves, the sword moves were getting tighter and tighter, and they did not distinguish between victory and defeat.

Suddenly, the middle-aged man swung out a sword, and he slammed his body slightly, as if he wanted to fall.

A young man in a green shirt among the guests in the west couldn't help but laugh.

He immediately knew that he was out of shape, and hurriedly reached out and pressed his mouth.

At this moment, the young man in the field slapped out a palm with his left hand, hitting the man's back heart, the man took a step forward to avoid, the long sword in his hand circled, the young man's left leg had been hit by the sword, the leg staggered, the long sword was propped up on the ground, and he stood up straight and waited to fight again.

The middle-aged man had returned his sword to the sheath and said with a smile.

"Senior Brother Chu, don't you hurt badly?"

The young man said with a pale face and a bite of his lip.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Gong, for your mercy. ”

The long-bearded old man smiled slightly. Said.

"Dongzong has won three battles, and it seems that this [Sword Lake Palace] will let Dongzong live for another five years. Senior Sister Xin, do we still have to compare?"

The middle-aged Dao Gu who was sitting on top of him held back her anger and said.

"Master Zuo is really well trained. But I don't know if Senior Brother Zuo's study of the [Infinite Jade Wall] has gained a lot in the past five years?"

The long-bearded old man glared at her and said.

"How did Senior Sister forget the rules of this sect?"

The Dao Gu snorted. And he went on no more.

This old man's surname is Zuo, his name is Zimu, and he is the head of the [Infinite Sword] Dongzong.

That Dao Gu's surname is Xin, the Dao number is Shuangqing, and she is the head of the [Infinite Sword] Xizong.

[Infinite Sword] was originally divided into three sects: east, north and west, the northern sect has been declining in recent decades, but the east and west sects are both prosperous.

[Wuliang Sword] was founded in Nanzhao Wuliang Mountain during the Tang Dynasty after five dynasties, and the head of the family lived in Wuliang Mountain Jianhu Palace.

Since the Great Song Renguo was divided into three sects, every five years. The disciples of the three sects competed in the Sword Lake Palace, and the winning one had to live in the Sword Lake Palace for five years, and the sixth year was repeated.

Of the five sword fights, the winner of three wins.

In the past five years, although the loser has tried his best to study in order to wash away the shame in the next sword meeting, the winner will not dare to relax at all.

Beizong won forty years ago and moved into the Sword Lake Palace, but was defeated and left the palace five years later. The head of the sect was angry and led the men to move to Shanxi, and then he no longer participated in the sword competition. And the east and west two sects also did not communicate with each other.

In the past 35 years, the East and West have won and lost each other.

The Eastern Sect is better than four times, and the Western Sect is better than twice.

The middle-aged man surnamed Gong and the boy surnamed Chu fought against each other, and it was the fourth game in this sword competition, the man surnamed Gong won both victories, and Dongzong won three of the four games. The fifth game doesn't need to be compared.

Sitting on the west head brocade bench are people from other factions, some of whom are notaries invited by the heads of the two sects of the east and west, and the rest are guests who come to watch the ceremony.

These people are all well-known people in the martial arts of Yunnan, only the two young men sitting at the bottom are unknown, and these two young men are from Ma Wude, an old martial artist in Pu'er, southern Yunnan.

Ma Wude is a big tea merchant. Rich and hospitable, quite a Meng tasted the style, the down-and-out martial artists on the rivers and lakes went to defect, he will treat each other wholeheartedly, so the popularity is very good, but the martial arts are mediocre.

The two young men who came with Ma Wude, wearing a white brocade robe and two long swords at his waist, were naturally Yang Ming, and the young man who looked like a scholar in a green shirt was surnamed Duan Ming.

The surname Duan is the national surname of Dali, and there are thousands of people with the surname Duan in Dali, and Zuo Zimu didn't care when he heard Duan Yu's name.

Unexpectedly, this young man didn't know the height of the sky, and when Zuo Zimu's proud disciple pretended to lure the enemy, he laughed and ridiculed.

At that moment, Zuo Zimu looked at Duan Yu and said.

"My inferior apprentice won with a false trick [Stumbling Step], and this Duan brother seems to be quite unimpressed. So I asked Brother Duan to go down and instruct the apprentices one or two? Brother Ma is powerful in southern Yunnan, and there are no weak soldiers under the strong generals, so Brother Duan's means must be quite high. ”

Ma Wude's face was slightly red, and he said busily.

"This Brother Duan is not my disciple. How can your old brother be worthy of being someone's master with these three-legged cat tricks? Brother Zuo Xian, don't make fun of it to your face. ”

Zuo Zimu sneered at the moment and said.

"May I ask Brother Duan what to call the big one, which one of the master's subordinates?"

Duan Yu smiled.

"I have never learned any martial arts. I can't help but laugh when I see someone wrestling, whether it's a real fall or a fake fall. ”

Zuo Zimu couldn't help but feel angry when he heard that there was no respect in his words.

"What's so funny about that? Guangjie, people laughed at you just now, you can ask for advice next. ”

The middle-aged man Gong Guangjie wished that his master would have this, so he immediately took out his long sword, stood in the middle of the field, reversed the hilt of the sword, and bowed his hand to Duan Yu.

"Brother Duan, please!"

"Very good, you practice swords, I'll see. ”

Duan Yu was still sitting in the chair and did not get up.

Gong Guangjie's face was purple and swollen, and he said angrily.

"My master told you to come down too, let's compare. ”

Duan Yu waved the folding fan lightly, shook his head and said.

"Your master is your master, not mine. Your master asked me to compete with you in a sword fight, but I couldn't come, second, I was afraid of losing, third, I was afraid of pain, and fourth, I was afraid of death. Therefore it is not comparable. When I say no, I just don't compare. ”

Gong Guangjie strode over, stretched out his sword and pointed at Duan Yu's chest and shouted.

"You came to the Sword Lake Palace of Wuliang Mountain to spread wild, you must have been impatient. Who are you, and who are you instructed by? If you don't say it directly, don't blame the uncle for being ruthless under the sword. ”

"Why is this uncle of yours so fierce and domineering? Your sect is called Wuliang Sword, and he lives in Wuliang Mountain. The Buddhist scriptures have clouds [immeasurably four: one compassion, two compassion, three joys, and four sacrifices]. Amitayus Buddha. Amitabha Buddha also. ”

Duan Yu chattered about the Buddha's recitation, Gong Guangjie's long sword was retracted, and suddenly his left hand was swung out, and with a slap, he slapped him firmly.

Duan Yu turned his head slightly to the side, waiting to dodge, but the other party's palm had already been retracted, and a handsome snow-white cheek was swollen, and the five finger prints were very clear.

Everyone was taken aback. Seeing that Duan Yu didn't care, teasing the other party with nonsense, it was expected that he must be a master, but knowing that Gong Guangjie slapped his hand, he couldn't avoid it, it seemed that he really didn't know martial arts at all.

It is common for martial arts masters to deliberately pretend to be stupid and play with their opponents. But there is no one who does not know martial arts who is so bold and reckless.

Gong Guangjie slapped his palm, and he couldn't help but be stunned. Then he reached out and grabbed Duan Yu's chest and said.

"I also said what a great character, that is a pustule!"

Unexpectedly, halfway through his hand, an object suddenly flew down in the air and wrapped around Gong Guangjie's wrist.

The thing was cold, slippery, and wrapped around the wrist. Then it creeped and moved.

Gong Guangjie was taken aback, and when he hurriedly withdrew his hand, he saw that the one wrapped around his wrist was a chi-long red snake, which was blue and red, and it was very terrifying.

He exclaimed. He waved his arm vigorously, but the snake was firmly wrapped around his wrist, and he couldn't shake it off.

These two changes were extremely strange, and everyone was in amazement, when they suddenly heard someone laughing overhead.

When they looked up, they saw a young girl sitting on a beam, holding snakes in both hands.

The girl was about sixteen or seventeen years old, dressed in a green shirt, smiling like a flower, and holding a dozen or so small snakes in her hands.

These small snakes are either green or flowery, with triangular heads, and are all venomous snakes.

But when the girl held it in her hand, she was as fearless as a plaything.

Everyone looked up at her, but it was only a glance, and they heard Gong Guangjie and his junior brother shouting and shouting, and then they all turned their eyes to look at the two of them.

Yang Ming was originally concentrating on practicing internal skills with his eyes closed, but at this time, he also opened his eyes and looked up at the girl.

This cute girl who treats poisonous snakes as toys is naturally Zhong Ling, the daughter of [Ma Wang God] Zhong Wanqiu and [Qiao Yao Fork] Gan Baobao.

Although Yang Ming has no interest in Duan Yu, a nerd who deliberately died, he has a good impression of Zhong Ling, an innocent and lovely girl.

Suddenly, I heard an "ahh

I saw Zuo Zimu shouting.

"Guangjie, stand still!"

Gong Guangjie was stunned, only the white light of the sword flashed, the green snake had been broken into two, Zuo Zimu took out the sword like the wind, most of the people didn't see how he made a move, the green snake had been cut off, and Gong Guangjie's wrist was not damaged at all.

Zhong Ling, who was sitting on the beam, shouted.

"Hey, bearded old man, what did you do to kill my snake, I'm going to be polite to you. ”

Zuo Zimu said angrily.

"Who are you doll and what are you doing here?"

But seeing that the girl's feet were swinging, wearing a pair of green shoes embroidered with a few small yellow flowers, it was purely the dress of a little girl, Zuo Zimu said again.

"Jump off!"

"Destroy my snake first, and then I'll come down and talk to you." ”

"Two little snakes, if anything, you can catch two of them anywhere. ”

Zuo Zimu saw that this girl was playing with poison, as if nothing happened, she herself was young and fearless, but the elder father and brother behind her were only afraid of having a big background, so they actually tolerated her in her words.

The girl laughed.

"It's easy to say, go catch two and show me. ”

"If you don't come down, I'm going to come up and pull it. ”

Zhong Lingge said with a smile.

"You try it, pull me down, count your skills!"

Zuo Zimu is the head of a sect, and he can't play with a little girl in front of many martial arts experts and disciples, so he said to Xin Shuangqing.

"Senior Sister Xin, please send a female disciple up to catch her. ”

Xin Shuangqing said.

"Under the Western Sect, there is no such good light work,"

Zuo Zimu's face sank, and he was about to speak, when the girl suddenly said.

"If you don't compensate me for the snake, I'll give you a good look!"

took out a fluffy object from the skin pouch of his left waist and threw it at Gong Guangjie.

Gong Guangjie only said that it was a strange secret weapon, and he didn't dare to reach out to pick it up, so he hurriedly avoided it, but this fluffy thing turned out to be alive, twisted in mid-air, and pounced on Gong Guangjie's back, and everyone saw clearly that it was a gray-white mink.

This mink is extremely flexible, running around Gong Guangjie's back, chest, face, and neck.

Gong Guangjie grabbed his hands quickly, but although he shot quickly, the mink was ten times faster than him, and every time he grabbed and pounced, he missed.

But when others saw him waving his hands sharply, scratching and beating on his back, chest, face, and neck, the mink still kept wandering.

This little mink was less than a foot long, its eyes were red, its four-legged claws were very sharp, and in a moment, Gong Guangjie's naked upper body was covered with fine blood marks scratched by the mink claws.

Suddenly, Zhong Ling blew a few words of puffing.

The white shadow flickered, and the mink pounced on Gong Guangjie's face, and the hairy tail swept towards his eyes.

Gong Guangjie grabbed his hands hurriedly, and the mink had already run to the back of his neck, and Gong Guangjie's fingers were almost inserted into his eyes.

Zuo Zimu took two steps, and the long sword was handed out, and at this time, the mink had already run to Gong Guangjie's face, and Zuo Zimu stabbed at the mink with his sword.

Mink'er's body twisted, and he had already run to the back of Gong Guangjie's neck, and the tip of Zuo Zimu's sword stopped at Yu Fu'er's eyelids.

Although this sword did not stab the mink, everyone in the audience was impressed, as long as the tip of the sword was handed half an inch more, Gong Guangjie's eye would be ruined.

Brush brush brush, Zuo Zimu took out four swords, although the sword move was extremely fast, the mink was still one step faster after all.

Seeing that Zuo Zimu and Gong Guangjie were made ugly by a mink, Yang Ming said with a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth.

"What a bunch of waste!Infinite Sword Sect, is it also worthy of the word Sword Sect?"

After speaking, Yang Ming suddenly stretched out his right hand and grabbed it forward.

The little mink happened to run to Gong Guangjie's back at this time, Yang Ming's right hand was aimed at the little mink and shook it weakly, and then pulled it back, the little mink immediately let out a miserable scream, and his body involuntarily flew to Yang Ming's palm.

"Mink, give me back the lightning marten!"

Seeing that the mink fell into Yang Ming's hands, Zhong Ling screamed in worry and jumped off the beam.

Zuo Zimu was originally going to stab the lightning marten on Gong Guangjie's body, but when he saw Zhong Ling take the initiative to jump down, he suddenly stabbed Zhong Ling with a sword edge.

Although Zhong Ling was able to drive poisonous snakes and lightning martens, her own martial arts were barely second-rate masters, at this time, Zuo Zimu stabbed with a sword, Zhong Ling immediately screamed in fright and closed his eyes, and then Zuo Zimu's long sword fell next to Zhong Ling's snow-white neck.

Seeing that Zhong Ling, the owner, was in distress, the lightning marten struggled hard in Yang Ming's right hand, but unfortunately Yang Ming's fingers tightly clamped the lightning mink's body, making the lightning marten completely unable to move.

"Left master, you are about to let go of this little girl!"

Duan Yu, a nerd, deliberately died at this time, and accused Zuo Zimu.

"You are the head of a dignified sect, how can you bully such a little girl? And this Yang Gongzi, please let go of the mink in your hand, that little girl is not a bad person. ”

I have to say that although Duan Yu is not Duan Zhengchun's biological son, he can even ignore this in order to make the girl happy, but he is very much like Duan Zhengchun.

If it weren't for Duan Yanqing, his biological father, who went around doing evil to help Duan Yu increase his fortune, Duan Yu's deliberately deadly character would have killed him long ago. (To be continued.) )