Wushuang Wushuang Swordsman

Chapter 7
Shalifei said angrily, "What do you mean?"

Li Xuange smiled and said: "If you are good at fighting, I want to compare with you."

Although Shalifei was a well-known liar, he was only cowardly in front of some famous swordsmen.

It is naturally impossible to be cowardly in the face of an unknown and fledgling swordsman like Li Xuange.

"Hmph, do you want to fight with me?"

Li Xuange patted the scabbard, and said with a smile: "Whoever's knife is faster, just sit here, whoever draws the knife and kills the opponent first, wins, and the opponent can take whatever he wants, simple."

The swordsmen present and the boss didn't expect this new kid to be so ruthless, talking and laughing about life and death, it was indeed shocking.

Shalifei looked at Li Xuange's saber, it was a three-foot-long ring-sword.

Such a long knife is suitable for standing and facing the enemy head-on, but whoever draws the knife faster than the distance of a square table, obviously the shorter the knife, the more advantageous it is.

Shalifei's knife was less than two feet long, so he had all the advantages, and he grinned, "You are courting death yourself."

The swordsmen on the side also felt the same way. How could a three-foot knife be drawn faster than a two-foot knife?

Outside the licorice shop, a gust of wind suddenly blew up.

The strong wind blew up the heavy felt curtain at the door of the store and poured it inside, and the store owner hurried to close the door.

When passing the table here, Li Xuange was counting with a smile.

"three two……"

Before a single word was written, Shalifei's hand had already started to draw the knife!

Life and death fight, whoever plays the rules is a fool.

So Li Xuange was not a man of manners, he and Shalifei touched the handle of the knife at the same time.

But Shalifei's knife has just been drawn half way!
There was a flash of blood, the curtain was suddenly swept up by the strong wind, and the boss was also blown back for a while.

The wind and sand all over the house immediately dimmed the blood color!
Shalifei fell on his back to the ground, half of his throat was cut, and the blood in the artery was still rushing into the air.

Li Xuange shook the edge of the blade with blood, buckled the back of the blade to the crook of his arm, clamped his arm, and slowly wiped the blade out, wiping off the remaining blood on it, and then put the blade back into the sheath, unexpectedly there was a sense of sacred ritual.

He didn't touch anything on the table, including the twenty or so taels of silver, and walked to the counter leisurely, took a sweat towel and wiped it on his face, wiping away the splashed blood.

During this process, none of the swordsmen in the licorice shop, including the boss, dared to move.

Apart from the sound of wind and sand, there was only the sound of Li Xuange walking.

Li Xuange returned to the table and patted the table hard.

"Boss! Is mutton so slow? Be quick! I'm much quicker than you at killing people."

The boss nodded repeatedly, and hurried to the back kitchen after closing the door to urge the cook to speed up the cooking.

The swordsmen didn't say a word, and the place where the smell of blood permeated was neither a sheep nor a wolf, but a fierce tiger.

After eating the mutton, Li Xuange took the twenty taels of silver and Shalifei's knife in the package, and left in a hurry.

Only then did the licorice shop come to life, and the swordsmen began to talk about the short and cruel duel just now.

The boss also directed people to carry Shalifei's body out, and began to clean up the blood on the ground.

There is one less liar in the desert, but there will never be a shortage of such liars.

At the same time, there also appeared a swordsman who used a three-foot long knife and drew it faster than a two-foot knife. He was also a swordsman who did not drink strong alcohol.

Li Xuange galloped on the road back to Shuangqi Town. The previous battle to kill Sha Lifei was regarded as a fair duel by the system, so he rewarded him with a little more Xuangong points.

He unfolded the system, and now the second foundation of the Hunyuan Kungfu can be completed.

He put two points of Xuan Gong into it, and the system panel changed.

"Host: Li Xuange

Talent: Eternal longevity (will age normally, rejuvenate after eighty)
Repair: none
功法：混元功（入门1/1筑基2/2丹成0/4圆满0/6）

Martial arts: basic swordsmanship; Zhanfeng Yidao;

Mystery points: 0"

Li Xuange was a little surprised that martial arts seemed to be able to record what he had learned about martial arts, but it seemed that he could not use Xuangong points to practice.

He didn't care, because he didn't rely too much on this thing.

At most, it is internal strength, which I don't understand, so I need to use it.

Now that the foundation of Hunyuan Gong has been established, the hot air in the dantian seems to be gathering in the middle, gradually gathering into a group, as if it has a core.

At the same time, the heat dissipated to the limbs and bones has also increased a lot since then, at least more than [-]% higher than before.

In addition, Li Xuange instinctively came up with an idea that with this amount of true energy, he could start trying to penetrate some meridians. If these meridians can be penetrated, the efficiency of using the true energy will be higher.

It's as if the two-way street has become a four-row road, and of course the number of vehicles in a single pass must be doubled.

However, he was not familiar with traditional Chinese medicine knowledge such as zhenqi, meridians, acupuncture points, etc., so he had to find a way to understand this aspect, so he suppressed this instinctive impulse.

Li Xuange returned to Shuangqi Town, Brother Hai had to go earlier.

Haomei almost thought he had escaped, and she wept with joy when she saw him again.

Brother Hai also told his daughter-in-law and father-in-law that Sha Lifei had been invited over, but the father-in-law didn't think so.

Yidaoxian is coming tomorrow, and today can be said to be the last night, and everyone in Shuangqi Town is feeling restless.

Li Xuange returned to the blacksmith's shop again, and Ouyang Feng was still waiting here.

He looked at the saber that Li Xuange had brought back, and raised his eyebrows.

"Shalifei's knife?"

"There is still money, don't tell me, robbery is still quite profitable."

"Twenty taels? The child's? Are you going to use other people's money to help others eliminate disasters?"

Li Xuange smiled and said, "I want to recharge my batteries for one night."

One night passed, and the next day the sun shone on the flagpole, but Shalifei hadn't come yet.

Brother Hai and the others knew that he would not come, and despair rose in their hearts.

Not long after, seven or eight riders came at the end of the main road in the middle of the town, and they were Yidaoxian.

He has come for revenge.

The residents of Shuangqi Town were all hiding in their houses or hiding in the dark, peeping nervously.

Li Xuange also came out from the blacksmith shop, and stood near the main road, with Ouyang Feng beside him.

He suddenly asked Ouyang Feng: "I'm very curious about your martial arts."

Ouyang Feng smiled, "What do you want to ask?"

"How many moves do you need to kill Yidaoxian?"

"Why do you think I can beat the Immortal of the Sword?"

"Intuition." Li Xuange also smiled.

In the end, Ouyang Feng didn't answer his question, but just folded his arms and said, "If you want to make a move, I will definitely not help you."

"I know, as an intermediary, you must not break the rules."

"At least you are better than Hong Qi, at least you didn't get paid an egg to fight a brilliant swordsman."

Li Xuange laughed nonchalantly, at this time Yidaoxian had already dismounted, with a knife in his waist, and walked towards Brother Hai step by step.

Brother Hai had seen Yi Dao Xian make a knife, and he had no confidence at all. He stood at the door of the house with trembling lips, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Brother Hai's father-in-law was also a passionate swordsman when he was young. Although he was old, his blood was still intact. He pulled out the knife he used when he was young, and limped towards Yidaoxian.

Swordsman and swordsman have similarities, that is, after pulling out the knife, they can only go to the dark one by one, and there is no room for regret.

Yidaoxian looked at the cripple with a sneer, the murderous look in his eyes getting heavier and heavier.

The cripple's knife was raised high, not as fast and sharp as it was when he was young, but his unyielding and perseverance never fell behind.

The two sides were still five steps away, and they were about to engage in hand-to-hand combat. Suddenly, a knife flew between the two of them and nailed it to the yellow ground.

That was Shalifei's knife!

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