Jianchuan Heroes.

The place where Jianchuan City has been fighting for hundreds of years.

The ring is two feet high, simple and solemn. On the blue-gray table, I don't know how much heroic blood has been stained.

The entrance to the ring is due south, and there is a three-zhang high thick wooden column on the left and right, with a couplet written on it.

The upper link is: the hero holds a sword and must drink alcohol.

The next link is: husband Ren Xia pride.

A horizontal drape on the top of the head: repay grievances with straightforwardness.

There are three tiers of stands on each side of the east and west sides of the ring, and due north is a five-story grandstand, which is full of friends in less than three quarters with the sound of the opening drums.

After the three-way opening drum sounded, Ding Can, the big boss of the hardware hall, climbed the steps from the entrance of the ring, stood in the middle of the ring, and began to explain the causes and consequences of today's battle, that is, the iron clothes workshop and the wind and fire forging sword finally got into the ring. The words were undisguised, praising Yan Li's magic skill of breaking the sword with a hammer, and even pointed at the scoundrels of the Iron Cloak Workshop.

Both sides of the joust waited on the east and west sides of the ring. Among them, when Han Lin heard Ding Can's words, he naturally gritted his teeth, eager to kill this bad old man. Duan Yan was in a hearty mood, and felt that Ding Lao was really fair and strict, and he was heroic.

Ding Can had finished talking about the cause and effect, and announced: "This competition started because of the sword fight, so the two sides of the competition must use the sword weapon in the sword fight, and they must not use other tricks other than swordsmanship. Now - the ring begins!"

After that, Ding Can turned to the north stand, and the swordsmen on both sides appeared separately.

The ring with two zhang heights, for martial artists at the level of qi cultivation, is not high, and low is not low. Duan Yan, who was good at light skills, jumped up with a broken sword, and his body won a full house.

Han Lin is also good at light skills, but unfortunately he can't lift the Mo Feng slash weighing up to 100 catties, so he used his strength to kick two feet on the side wall of the ring to reach the top, only in exchange for a few cheers, which made him ashamed and angry who had never only listened to praise.

At the same time, the spectators in the stands understood the cause and effect of the competition, and they fixed their eyes on the swords in the hands of the two.

The Mo Feng Slash is a standard long sword shape, and the Xuantie sword body is pitch black throughout, and the workmanship cannot be seen if it is too far away.

The broken sword in Duan Yan's hand is extremely conspicuous, if it weren't for Ding Can's explanation first, it would have been enough to make the audience laugh, but now it has attracted the curiosity of the audience - what is the magic of this ridiculous-looking stainless steel broken sword, dare to call it "the unity of human sword"?

This is a question that ordinary people will never understand. The only thing they can understand is - war!

Han Lin was embarrassed and angry, and when he stepped into the ring, he even felt sorry for the thought of holding his fists and saluting, holding Mo Feng with both hands, and splitting Huashan with a blow in front of him.

The simple move, supplemented by Han Lin's cultivation at the peak of Qi cultivation, coupled with Mo Feng's fierceness of slashing a weight of 100 catties, immediately drew a black storm in the ring, and the sound was impressive.

Duan Yan was confident, he hid the sword in one style, the broken sword in his right hand stood behind his back, his neat sideways body dodged, and then his left hand slashed, leading the other party's eyes, and the broken sword in his right hand suddenly pointed at Han Lin's throat like a dragonfly.

This move is just a decent rush move, there is no mystery at all, and the only benefit is that it is light and effortless. If it is a different occasion and a martial artist of the same level is facing off, such a false move is meaningless and will inevitably have limited results.

But Han Lin used not his sword.

The Mo Feng Slash, which weighed 100 catties, had to turn sideways to defend under the strong vertical split, and it would inevitably consume more strength to change the trajectory of the sword body. Moreover, if you are not careful, you may scatter your tricks and reveal fatal flaws.

A swordsman, who loses his usual sword, is often like a toothless tiger!

Sure enough, Han Lin was taken aback, and hurriedly pulled back the Xuantie Sword with both hands, and at the same time as hanging the sword and sealing the move, he slashed out horizontally to force Duan Yan back, so as not to fall into the disadvantage of hand-to-hand combat.

The so-called one inch is long and one inch is strong, one inch is short and one inch is dangerous, the broken sword in Duan Yan's hand is nearly a foot shorter than Mo Feng's, and he must be better at close and fast sword fighting, this kind of truth, Han Lin, as a young genius of the Han family, cannot not understand.

Duan Yan originally didn't expect a single move, so he immediately retreated calmly. What he was thinking about was what Yan Li said before taking the stage:

Han Lin came in a rage, and he was bound to attack when he came to power. Mo Feng slashed up to 100 catties, just untenable, untenable, unable to defend for a long time, Brother Duan should avoid its edge, and then break its defensive position with a fast sword. Now, the battle situation in the ring is as Yan Li said, Duan Yan can't help but be more convinced of him.

Han Lin made a move to attack, with a momentum like a rainbow; Duan Yan fought lightly, and the occasional counterattack was also remarkable, and the battle between the two in one place was wonderful. The two stands in the east and west were cheering.

Only in the north stand, the real masters above the four floors are groaning.

Ding Can shook his head in his private room and sighed: "Mo Feng weighs a hundred catties, Han Lin is only fifteen years old, even if he has the cultivation of the peak of qi, his strength is difficult to sustain. He rushed to attack as soon as he got on the field, and after thirty moves, he was bound to be exhausted. Master Yan really has an accurate vision, and he has the chance to win. ”

Yan Li was standing beside Ding Can at this time. He was able to enter the private room on the fourth floor of the North Stand, which was also invited by Ding Can. Among them, there is no lack of wooing of sword-forging stars.

"Of course. From the very beginning, I said that the Mo Feng Chop was scrap metal. Yan Li replied when he heard this, "Although Xuantie is a top-grade material, the Mo Feng Slash is too heavy, and it is difficult for the swordsman below the quenching skin to fight for a long time, and who will use a blade with a casting technique that is not up to the grade?"

That's exactly what it is. Ding Can nodded. The old master of the hardware hall felt more and more that Yan Li's vision was precise and hit the nail on the head, "After thirty moves, Han Lin was exhausted and had to enter the defensive, as long as Duan Yan did not rush forward, calmly fight, and consumed Han Lin's strength, he would definitely win within two hundred moves...... Huh!"

While the two were talking, there were already thirty moves on the stage. As Ding Can expected, Han Lin was unable to attack and had to go on the defensive. However, Duan Yan did not continue to fight as Ding Can said, but was extremely decisive - a quick sword attack!

Ding Can frowned and said, "Young man, I am really impatient." If Han Lin recovers a little strength in the defensive position and fights back at the critical moment, the outcome will be uncertain. ”

"He didn't have that chance. Yan Li said.

"Oh?" Ding Can was surprised. He wouldn't think that a sword-forging master who knew how to unite people and swords would be reckless, "Could it be that Master Yan has already succeeded?"

Yan Li said leisurely: "If the wind and fire forging wins the victory by dragging the battle, wouldn't it be a victory without martial arts? If the competition only ends like this, how can the world know what it means to unite man and sword?"

When Ding Can heard this, his interest immediately increased, "Since this is the case, the old man will wait and see!"

The two stopped talking, and their eyes returned to the ring.

Duan Yan quickly attacked, his body was like a whirlwind, spinning rapidly around Han Lin, his hand interrupted the sword and kept changing the angle, stabbing at the vital points around Han Lin's body.

Han Lin also began to calm down, understanding that the Xuantie long sword in his hand was too exhausting, and at this time, he only defended with the most skillful footwork sword style, trying to save his physical strength. His plan, as Ding Can expected, was to strive to regain his strength, launch a fatal counterattack at a critical moment, and win with one move.

In terms of general strategy, Han Lin's idea is not wrong.

He just misestimated the broken sword in Duan Yan's hand.

In the theory of swordsmanship, the so-called unity of man and sword, the most preliminary requirement is that the weight, center of gravity, and balance of the sword can be perfectly matched with the physical condition of the swordsman, so as to achieve the best bonus effect. Further, it is necessary to combine the sword with the swordsman's swordsmanship characteristics to achieve an invincible realm.

The broken sword in Duan Yan's hand was only a weapon based on the fast sword, a temporary weapon, and it was impossible for it to cooperate well in every aspect. It's just that Yan Li used his two lives as a human being, a hundred years of experience and vision of cultivation, to make the simplest modification of the most suitable sword.

This modification is also enough for the current Duan Yan.

Duan Yan's cultivation of the "Burning Wind Sword Technique" is divided into two series of sword moves: wind and fire, and the ultimate realm is that the wind helps the fire, and the fire borrows the power of the wind to achieve the momentum of the prairie fire. However, his father Duan Heihu is tall and strong, born with divine power, and has a fiery temper, of course, he pays more attention to the fierce and bold fire system in this set of swordsmanship, and he naturally focuses so much when teaching his son.

However, Duan Yan's body was much thinner than Duan Heihu's, and his strength was far inferior, and the practice of the fire sword technique was not satisfactory, which was also the reason why Yan Li found a trace of stagnation when he observed Duan Yan's sword technique twice.

Therefore, when Yan Li modified the broken sword, he simply knocked it off, but it was carefully calculated. This broken sword itself is based on the standard fast sword, with a narrow body, a thin spine, light weight, and extremely fast wind breaking speed. After smashing it, the center of gravity naturally shifted back, and it matched Duan Yan's figure perfectly in terms of balance, plus the broken sword was lighter, shorter, and the speed was even higher.

It is a perfect match with the Duan family's wind swordsmanship.

Therefore, before Duan Yan took the stage, Yan Li told Duan Yan to attack with a quick sword!

The fast sword is naturally a wind-based swordsmanship.

Duan Yan completely abandoned the fire swordsmanship at this time, and replaced it with a wind-based swordsmanship that was more suitable for himself, naturally a sword was as fast as a sword, his feet seemed to be stepping on the wind, and his body was galloping like a marquee, and all the obstacles in the previous swordsmanship were gone, and he only felt extremely happy.

In order to save his strength, Han Lin only made a block within the smallest range, just like feeding Duan Yan a move, allowing him to launch the offensive smoothly.

Shu Feng raises his sleeves, the golden wind sweeps the leaves, the wind sweeps the dust, and the wind raises the sword...... One move after another, Duan Yan not only felt that the swordsmanship was smooth, but the stuffiness suffered by the wind and fire forging since this day was swept away, and the true qi in his body also increased faster and faster with the increase in the speed of the swordsmanship, and it was extremely comfortable.

Duan Yan didn't remember how many moves he had attacked, he only felt that the True Yuan in his body was popular, sweeping through his internal organs like a violent wind, penetrating the meridians and acupoints of his body, making him not only not feel tired under the fierce attack, but a hundred times more energetic.

After this wind-like true qi flew to the limit, a blazing heat was born out of thin air, and in an instant, the true qi of the whole body detonated, achieving the momentum of a prairie fire, so that he would not vomit or be unhappy!

"Hey—"

At this moment, Duan Yan's figure floated to Han Lin's face, and he suddenly shouted.

The wind true qi in his body was transformed into a soaring flame, which rolled along the meridians to his right hand, and stretched along the acupoints in his palm to the broken sword, and unexpectedly wrapped a layer of red fire on the broken sword.

Quenching.

Duan Yan, who was considered by many masters to be difficult to break through the realm before the age of twenty, suddenly broke through the realm in a duel and became a master of quenching his true qi in one fell swoop.

On the three watchtowers, hundreds of spectators were all stunned.

Even Duan Yan's opponent, Han Lin, had a face full of disbelief, and the strength of the sword in his hand was unconsciously weakened.

Only Duan Yan, who was in the center of his gaze, seemed to have no idea that he had broken through the realm, and all his energy was focused on the sword moves that did not vomit or unpleasantly.

His body did not stop, and his sword style did not stop, and he shouted with a thunderous cry in his mouth:

"Fiery Foehn Wind—"

Backhand sword.

The crimson firelight, along with the broken sword, turned into a blazing rainbow, piercing through Han Lin's heart.

Han Lin wanted to block it. Exhausted, how could he block the blows of the Quenching Warrior?

I saw the black iron cast ink blade, trembling and wailing in the crimson wind and fire sword, making an ugly metal friction sound, and a gap half an inch deep was cut at the blade, and then it flew away in Han Lin's screams.

Immediately after, the blood light burst out.

The broken sword wrapped in the sword of wind and fire pierced through Han Lin's heart.

The three stands remained silent.

Faced with the astonishing scene between the lightning and the fire, hundreds of people could only lose their voices.

Dividing life and death in the ring is nothing, the stainless steel sword defeating the Xuantie sword is nothing, and Duan Yan, who came from a small family, defeated the young genius Han Lin of the martial arts family, although it is unpopular, it is also nothing.

Only--a broken sword, how can a swordsman with average talent and ordinary inheritance break through the quenching skin within a hundred moves?

If the big level of quenching skin can be broken through with a single blade, how many of the teenagers in Jianchuan City will become masters overnight?

Since quenching skin can use a broken sword to assist in breaking through, what about the blood exchange and bone forging after that? What about the legendary innate realm?

The old Ding Can in the private room of the North Stand was the first to turn his head to face Yan Li.

He knows best that this young man standing in the stands with a medicinal cloth wrapped in his whole body is the real protagonist.