Myths Begin From Boys' Gong

Chapter 327

On the arena, the wind rolled up the trumpet, and a banner on one side was waving fiercely, blowing the two people's long hair flying, and the atmosphere was chilling.

Under the arena, because of the barrier and buffer, the wind was not strong, because the geniuses sitting there talked about these two people, mainly Mingxia and Meng Hongdao were arguing and talking, and everyone beside them talked about martial arts.

In the first battle, it was Shi Siming who brought up the controversy about the superiority of the Xuanhuo Scripture and the Chiqiling, and then invited Meng Zhao to fight, but in the end he was tricked and lost.

This time, Mingxia and Meng Hongdao surrounded each other, still defending this argument, each insisting on their own views.

What Mingxia said is based on the fact that the Xuanhuo Sutra comes from the Huolongdong Zhenzong's treasured book, the Xuanhuolong's nerves, lofty intentions, and the possibility of refinement, which cannot be compared with the humble martial arts of the Chiqi Order.

Meng Hongdao said that the Chiqi Order originated from Shaohao, the five emperors in ancient times, and the Wufang Banner Order created by Di Ziban. , but I don't know that someone in Huolong Cave made a name for it.

This secret was spread by Master Fang Xiaohou in Minghua Tower that day, and later found out by the Meng family, and now it is revealed to tease Mingxia, which surprised all the innates in Huolongdong and looked at each other in blank dismay.

Standing behind Meng Jizu and Meng Hongdao, Meng Wen and Meng Chuan were full of pride. Being able to link up with the Five Emperors in ancient times was an honor, but this pride is indescribable.

In the arena, the two of them didn't fight, the reason is relatively simple.

Meng Zhao didn't want to strike first, because he knew that his current strength was not what it used to be, and if he didn't move, he was afraid that Shi Siming would not have the strength to fight back, and the crush would be too much, and everyone in Huolongdong would lose face.

So he was waiting, let Shi Siming make a move first, and after the first move, take it lightly, which can be regarded as giving the other side face.

Shi Siming didn't do anything, not because he didn't want to, but because he didn't dare.

His swordsmanship was learned from Mingxia. It is not the Rouyundangri Sword Classic, but an ancient swordsmanship called Waijian, which pays attention to the coordination of hands, eyes, and heart. To expose the opponent's flaws, and then just like cutting mountains and cutting waves, making meritorious deeds with one blow, which belongs to a kind of lore swordsmanship.

This kind of swordsmanship originated from the Tang Dynasty in the Middle Ages. Li Shimin was created by the fencing masters in the Tiance Mansion built by the King of Qin. It originated from the Tiance Sword Code and was generally used by killers, assassins, and weak daughters.

Shi Siming practiced this sword technique mainly because of his personal interests, and he did have the talent to perceive flaws.

Holding a long sword, standing obliquely by his side, shining under the golden sun, glowing with streamers, he does have the demeanor of a swordsman.

However, his eyes were bloodshot, and he tried his best to spy on Meng Zhao's flaws, but he was still unable to do so.

With his arms behind his back, Meng Zhao stood tall and stood still, like a pillar in the southern sky or a reef in the North Sea. Shi Siming sensed that his aura was intact, as if the sky was thick with earth, it was inconceivable.

Without flaws, how could he draw his sword?It would be fine if the opponent was weak and weak, but at this moment, his aura was strong and strong, rushing forward, so he didn't even have the courage to draw a sword.

For a moment, Cen Cen was sweating in the palm of Shi Siming's sword. The bloody courage that had been transformed from anger and unwillingness was gradually worn away, and the determination to strike to the death also began to waver.

And the people watching the battle below seem to gradually see that the two are not right.

Someone whispered,

"What's going on, Senior Brother Shi is holding a long sword in his hand, and the opponent is bare-handed, so he has such an advantage, why didn't he strike first, and instead shrink back, could it be that he was defeated last time and had a demon in his heart?"

Some wise men replied,
"Junior brother doesn't know something. It's not that Shi Siming doesn't want to use the sword, but he can't. Although I didn't face Meng Zhao personally, I can see that the opponent's posture is unrestrained, unconventional, and his martial arts have been soaked into the bone marrow, which is extraordinary.

Shi Siming couldn't find the opponent's flaws, so the seam-wrapping swordsmanship was useless, and it was better to have no sword than to have a sword. "

There are many kinds of discussions, and the congenital masters have good ears and eyes, so how could they not hear them, but they let them go.

Because they were all overwhelmed by Meng Zhao's level of martial arts at this time.

Their vision was wider and their eyesight was stronger. What they saw was not Meng Zhao's complete and flawless fighting posture, but the unfathomable demeanor of this kid.

What can be seen is nothing, what cannot be seen is awe-inspiring.

After a long time, Meng Zhao sighed. If he didn't make a move, Shi Siming would be very difficult to take the lead. Could it be that his martial arts really reached this level?
No, martial arts may be powerful, but what is even stronger is that after the awakening of the dragon body, his transformation has been too great.

For a moment, I was a little lost. People are really divided into different classes from birth.

Not only the status, not only the family background, but the body and health alone make a world of difference.

And at the moment when he lost his mind, Shi Siming finally caught the opponent's fleeting flaw.

A buzzing sound of the sword sounded. Starting from the center of the left leg, Shi Siming's joints and muscles penetrated layer by layer, as if adding a combustion accelerant, and exploded with amazing strength, condensing on the three-foot long sword Push him to shoot towards Meng Zhao.

The sharp sword exuded a cold light, and the overflowing golden light burned like a shooting star, blooming in the void.

It's unbelievably fast, and it's chillingly fast.

But all lore moves generally have one characteristic, that is, fast.

If you move fast, you can catch the fleeting fighter, and if you move fast, you will not give the opponent time to react and dodge.

Otherwise, no matter how powerful it is, if it can't hit the opponent, why is it called a lore move?
And the magic of this slit sword is by no means limited to this. At the same time, Meng Zhao almost instinctively realized that the sword path of this sword was changing all the time.

It was obviously a straight piercing move, but in his eyes, it turned out to be winding and twisting, blooming like a peacock spreading its tail.

The complexity of sword strength, like dense clouds and sudden rain, makes people despair.

Around the seam, the seam is the root, which is the flaw, and around the word, it is the essence of swordsmanship, and it is also a boost.

Seeing this sword, the eyes of many people in the audience burst into a compelling look, even Zheng Kexie, who disliked Shi Siming the most, was amazed and jealous, good swordsmanship.

It's a pity that the look in his eyes, all the admiration, had just begun, but it was over, and then he showed a look of astonishment and horror.

It's just because the change in the battle on stage came so unexpectedly.

Meng Zhao was also very surprised when the long sword came with a strong sword force, but he didn't express much emotion, and just made two movements instinctively.

Make a fist and go straight.

However, it is like a broken bamboo.

Xiong Lie, his vigorous fist strength turned into hundreds of thousands of invisible tiny air dragons, annihilating the sword strength stimulated by the seam-wrapping swordsmanship.

Then, the long sword was snapped by the forceful energy, and it shattered into dozens of pieces.

Shi Siming, who came with a sword, was directly thrown into the air by Yu Jinbeng, splashing blood.

Just like the battle of the day.

The difference is that Meng Zhao still needed all kinds of calculations and plans back then, and had to go through hard battles.

But now, he lost with one move.

Is he now dreaming?

(End of this chapter)