The Imperial Guard’s Revenge Chapter 49: ：The wooden sword shows its power

www.lnmao.org, the fastest update to the latest chapter of Jin Yi Sha!

Liu Mu suddenly opened his eyes. The loud shout sounded like he had profound skills. He wanted to see which sect he was a disciple of. What caught his eyes was a young monk. His white monk's robes showed his The infinite meaning of transcendence, the deep foundation of Shaolin in mind, and the fact that he has such a handsome disciple. The Shaolin disciple stepped onto the ring step by step. After chanting a Buddha's name, he clasped his hands and said to the stone: "Shaolin has a pure heart and comes to ask for advice!"

The crowd gradually became noisy again due to the appearance of Qingxin. You must know that Shaolin did not appear as a challenger since the last session. The appearance of Qingxin this time may not be simply for the sake of seeing Xun Xin. It is estimated that there will be many people from Shaolin participating in the tea tasting and flower appreciation conference this time. In order to prevent their disciples from meeting in advance, they left early to compete for places.

"Feng Linwan, Shitou!" Shitou, who has long been accustomed to these people reporting their numbers first in martial arts competitions, said with a serious expression.

After seeing that both sides were ready, the referee of the arbitration sang loudly: "Shaolin Qingxin vs. Fenglin Wanshitou, the challenge begins." After saying this, he stepped back quickly.

Shitou can feel Monk Qingxin’s cultivation, he is probably a powerful opponent. At first, Qingxin could still smile with compassion like the Buddha, but when Shitou raised the sword with both hands, his smile gradually faded away. He felt that the opponent in front of him was too calm, and his expression did not change from beginning to end. Such a state of mind was not a good thing to cultivate. It is indeed a pity for me, a Buddhist disciple. Such a person is terrifying in actual combat. He has a firm will and is not hindered by external things. The outcome will naturally be a fight to the death. Judging from the fact that he was holding a wooden sword, he was probably worried about missing because of his skill, indicating that he was a ruthless swordsman with strong murderous intentions.

Qing Xin hung the rosary beads in her hands back around her neck, used her magic power, and walked towards the stone step by step without any nonsense. Every step he took caused the momentum around him to rise by three points, suppressing him like a god.

The same stone is also walking slowly and slowly. The wooden knife held in both hands is as steady as Mount Tai. The steps approaching Qingxin become slower and slower. The two tigers that are constantly observing are carefully observing their opponents. Take the opportunity to pounce on the opponent and tear them apart. This is a kind of competition in the spiritual realm. The opponent's aura is always locked, looking for flaws, waiting to reap the fruits of victory.

The distance kept getting shorter as the two moved. When the last ten feet of distance was broken, Liu Mu in the distance squinted and muttered in a low voice: "It's time to take action!" However, the stone on the ring still did not stop and pressed towards Qingxin. He felt that the Qingxin opposite him was like a big bell at the moment. There was no flaw in his body, and his spirit was not released at all times. The slightly raised fists at his waist were constantly changing. He was not sure of winning with one blow. He knew that this distance was dangerous, and if Qing Xin was snatched into his arms, he would definitely lose.

The smile that Qingxin had seen before returned to his face again. The power of the long knife's attack would be reduced if the distance was shortened. The balance of victory was tilting towards him. At the moment when his steps fell, Qingxin's eyes flashed, and his whole body Like a sharp sword, the fist was like the tip of the sword directed at Shi Shi's chest. The man who was stamping his feet had flown out. The snow-white monk's robes on his body were as light and soft as the clouds in the sky.

Then the next moment, Shi Shi, who continued to step forward, turned sideways on his toes, and took three steps back like lightning. As he was retreating, he had already cut out the knife in his hand. The wooden knife hid murderous intent, and the blunt knife The tip flashed and slashed sideways at Qingxin who was still charging forward.

"Click!"

Seeing the stone retreating sideways, Qingxin, who had lost his target, knew that something was going to happen, so he had to increase his speed to be faster, get out of the way of the wooden sword that was slashing towards his face, and finally let the wooden sword slash at his back. With a flash of light in his eyes, he turned around and pushed the Great Demon-Subduing Fist to the extreme, facing Shitou who was about to strike again. The two of them struck almost at the same time, but Shitou was a little faster in drawing out the sword. Youdao is an inch longer and an inch stronger, and the stone that was far away did not care about Qing Xin's iron fist falling, and the wooden knife fell on Qing Xin's forehead first at the speed of thunder.

"Bang!"

“What a quick blow!”

The crowd watching the battle couldn't help but whisper. They could see that Qingxin's final blow was definitely aimed at covering all the stone's dodge directions, with the purpose of forcing the stone to fight hard. Unexpectedly, Shi Shi did as he wished and drew his sword, but he used the length of the blade to win.

Qingxin, who was a little shocked, knew in his heart that it was not what the onlookers thought. He had already lost when he took action, and it was not because he lost with the weapon. When he was guarding his mind, his shot fell on the opponent. By that time, Shitou had already won. He broke through his own will and struck out with the knife. When his will was focused on attacking, Shitou's spiritual will had already clung to the knife and slashed out, like breaking through space, and slashed at his forehead. Qingxin made a miscalculation. If he had stayed close at the beginning and not taken the initiative to attack, it would have made Shitou a little distressed. Unfortunately, with his own initiative, the situation could no longer be undone.

The voices of discussion slowly became lower as Shitou watched. Everyone was a little horrified. If Shitou had used a steel knife, Qingxin would have been dead on the spot. Shitou's knife made many people shut up. , although the weather is not cold, the knife of the stone makes people feel cold. Anyone who dares to underestimate this knife will eventually swallow the bitter wine brewed by himself.

Qingxin has not underestimated Shitou. He knows better than anyone who has never competed with Shitou how terrifying Shitou's knife is. He understands that the moment he takes action, the fight has actually come to an end. Even if he doesn't take the initiative to attack, the stone, as calm as a lion staring at its prey, will still give him a heavy blow.

The referee's eyes narrowed for a moment, his face was slightly gloomy, and he seemed to be someone related to Shaolin. When Shitou looked over, he forced a smile, walked to the stage, took a deep breath and shouted: " Feng Linwan, Shitou successfully defended the challenge, and directly advanced to the top ten competition! "

Hearing what the referee said, Tie Qi was as happy as the Chinese New Year, and kept saying: "Tsk, tsk, this guy Shitou can do it!"

Liu Mu was a little speechless. He didn't expect that the Fenglin Party would be regarded as a sect. In fact, what he never thought about was that Shitou had no sect at all. He couldn't just call Shitou a sect member. However, fortunately, Shitou did not embarrass himself. When the situation went against him, he would use caution to win.

Unlike Liu Mu's satisfaction here, the old monk Fan Ku, who had previously looked calm on the high platform, heard the referee's loud shouts, and his eyes showed murderous intent. Before he went out, he promised his senior brother Fanwu that he would win the top five. Not long after the game started, Qingxin, an elite disciple, was defeated. He was defeated by a sect he had never heard of. How could this happen? He can accept it. Now that he had made up his mind, he picked up the refilled hot tea again and watched the others compete with each other with a calm expression.