A thousand blades of the suspended machete

The outskirts of Yangzhou City are picturesque, with mountains and mountains rising and falling.

A young man in white reclined on the bluestone beside the winding stone path, his expectant eyes seemed to be waiting for the arrival of relatives and friends.

Looking carefully, it turned out that he was Ma Kun, a disciple of Xuezhumen.

In a moment, a white shadow flashed in the distance of the stone path, and Ma Kun's eyes lit up, revealing a slight smile.

"Master・・・・・・"

As soon as the words fell, the white shadow had already approached, and the one who appeared in front of Ma Kun was Qin Lingxue, the head of the Snow Bamboo Sect.

Ma Kun clenched his fists and said respectfully: "Master, your light skills are increasing day by day, which is an eye-opener for the disciple."

Qin Lingxue looked at Ma Kun and nodded slightly.

"Kun'er, the master has been waiting for you here for a long time, can the road be smooth?"

Ma Kun replied: "Thank you for your concern, the apprentice had a smooth journey, but on the way, the apprentice occasionally heard rumors in the rivers and lakes that the Tiger Roaring Sword and the Qilin Satin both fell into the hands of Ziwei Gate, I don't know if it's true or not."

Qin Lingxue nodded: "Well, I can also hear that this news must be true, and I will know if it is true or false after a while・・・・・・"

Ma Kun was a little inexplicable and was about to ask what was going on, when the voices of a few people came from the bottom of the mountain, the sound came from far and near, Qin Lingxue heard the sound and hurriedly raised his hand to stop Ma Kun's puzzled eyes.

"Kun'er is not in a hurry・・・・・・"

The three monsters of Nanming were arguing about the matter of the tea shop, but at some point, two people in white, an old man and a young man, appeared in front of him, Yan Yihai suddenly stopped and stared at Qin Lingxue with wide eyes.

"What are you looking at? Don't you want to make way for the uncle?"

Bai Suoming saw that the person in front of him seemed familiar, and suddenly remembered the mysterious old man who was silent and silent in the tea shop, and suddenly became alert and put his hand in front of the judge's pen.

Qin Lingxue glanced at Yan Yihai, stroked her beard and said, "Could it be that the three of them are the three monsters of Nanming who are famous in Jiangnan and make people in the rivers and lakes fearful?"

Yan Yihai cleared his throat with an overbearing attitude.

"Hehe・・・・・・ even if you know each other, it's good to know, then why don't you get out of the way for your three grandfathers?"

Ma Kun was a little disgusted when he heard Yan Yihai's slightly insulting words, and glanced back at Qin Lingxue.

"Something that doesn't know the number of etiquette speaks wildly・・・・・・"

"Shouting, I said, do you have a tutor with a little white face, dare to give you Uncle Yan rude, I don't want to live?"

Yan Yihai glanced at Qin Lingxue, who didn't seem to be rude to Ma Kun's words, and glanced at Yan Yihai indifferently.

Yan Yihai was furious.

"Boy, I don't know how to do your kung fu when you see your eyebrows and eyes, do you dare to try it out with your Uncle Yan?"

"Competition?"

After Ma Kun finished speaking, he glanced at Qin Lingxue again, begging the master to speak a good lesson to this black man, Qin Lingxue nodded slightly.

Ma Kun received the order, "Huh, ..." There was a crisp sound, a cold light crossed Yan Yihai's eyes, and the Qinggan sword was held in his hand, and then Ma Kun jumped up and jumped out more than a foot high and stabbed towards Yan Yihai's cover door.

Yan Yihai didn't dare to slack off when he saw Ma Kun's attack, and swung out a big knife to resist it, that Ma Kun has really improved a lot after many days of cultivation and martial arts, and has changed dozens of moves in a blink of an eye, although Yan Yihai's physical strength is amazing, and his shots are even more powerful, but it is difficult to resist Ma Kun's unpredictable moves, and in a moment, Ma Kun's kung fu has been overwhelmed by Ma Kun's left and right attacks.

Bai Suoming didn't dare to relax, observing the young man in white intently, and always on guard against Qin Lingxue's attack.

Qin Lingxue looked at the apprentice Ma Kun's increasing kung fu and cast an affirmative gaze.

The black iron roll gasped for Yan Yihai.

"Big brother, give that kid a little color, save him from underestimating our three brothers・・・・・・"

Yan Yihai was fighting fiercely with Ma Kun, and when he heard the words of the third brother, he seemed to think of something and replied: "Uh! uh・・・・・・ the third brother Xie reminds"

In an instant, the sand and rocks were flying, the wind was fierce, and with several extremely lethal cold lights, the machete in Yan Yihai's hand spun in his hand, and it spun like a propeller at a rapid speed, only sweeping towards Ma Kun.

Seeing this, Ma Kun's eyes closed slightly, and he was slightly frightened, and hurriedly withdrew his offensive moves, protected Xintian and retreated straight behind him.

At the same time, the machete in Yan Yihai's hand collided with Ma Kun's Qinggan sword, emitting a dazzling firelight, and Ma Kun involuntarily retreated several meters away under Yan Yihai's attack.

That Yan Yihai sneered: "Hehe・・・・・・ send you to the west sky"

As soon as the words fell, the machete in his hand suddenly appeared one meter away from Ma Kun's forehead, falling like a divine axe falling from the sky・・・・・・ Yan Yihai used a hanging machete in a hurry.

Seeing this, Ma Kun immediately gasped, and did not dare to slack off and hurriedly operate the internal force and sword hilt, and suddenly the Qinggan Sword was affected by Ma Kun's internal force, sending out tens of thousands of cold light and shooting in all directions, at the same time, the Qinggan Sword seemed to be divided into two, and then two were four, four were eight, and eight were sixteen・・・・・・ dozens of sharp and powerful blades slashed towards Yan Yihai's hanging machete.

This is exactly the swordsmanship of the sixteen styles of the West River Gentleman - the Thousand Blade Style.

Qin Lingxue felt a trace of consternation when she saw that Ma Kun's swordsmanship had progressed so quickly in a short period of time, and her intention to help suddenly disappeared, solemnly observing the fight between the two.

A loud "boom" broke out from the sky above the two, and a fierce wind followed and drifted away, only causing Bai Suoming and the two of them to raise their hands to cover their eyes.

When the smoke cleared, Yan Yihai was already squatting in the distance, panting with a machete in his hand, and muttered to himself: "This kid is so good at kung fu・・・・・・ but he is tired of uncle."

In order to fulfill the master's wish, Ma Kun practiced hard day and night, although he learned the superior kung fu thousand blade style in the sixteen styles of the Xihe gentleman, but after all, the cultivation is still shallow, and the internal strength is difficult to reach an excellent point, and today's battle with Yan Yihai finally revealed his shortcomings, and he spat out a mouthful of blood and was knocked down by the opponent's strong internal force and fell into the gravel.

Qin Lingxue's face changed greatly when she saw that Ma Kun was seriously injured, Qin Lingxue knew that Ma Kun's cultivation was difficult to suppress the huge power that burst out of the powerful Thousand Blade Style, but if Ma Kun hadn't practiced the Thousand Blade Style, I am afraid that Ma Kun would have already been slashed off by Yan Yihai's suspended machete.

Qin Lingxue helped Ma Kun up and said, "Kun'er, are you okay?"

Ma Kun endured his weak body: "Master, the apprentice is only slightly injured, just rest for a while" Qin Lingxue nodded with concern.

Turning his head suddenly, his gaze fell on Yan Yihai's approach, Yan Yihai happened to see Qin Lingxue who was full of murderous machines and immediately panicked.

Bai Suoming had already seen Qin Lingxue's eyes full of murderous intent, and without waiting for Qin Lingxue to attack, he touched the black iron scroll beside him and rushed out first.