I am a martial god, proving the way with a sword

Chapter 39
"It's Soul-Destroying Flower Spear Wei Mei! She was No. 8 in the realm of inner strength last year, and she gave three unlucky people a heartache."

"Every inch grows stronger, and this little brother is afraid he will die."

"This is a poisonous rose, but I like it, hehe..."

"Just count the balls and take a look. If you want to enjoy it, you must have that strength!"

……

Wei Mei walked up to Song Boyu and said with a smile: "Little brother, you are so young. My sister can't bear to let you die. How about you just go down?"

Song Boyu held the hilt of the long sword behind his back with his right hand, slowly shook his head, and cherished the words like gold: "No."

Wei Mei raised her left eyebrow slightly, her smile was still sweet, but she said coldly like a poisonous snake: "Being overconfident is not a good thing. Since you want to die, then don't blame me!"

The referee sitting on the high pillar looked at Song Boyu with some pity and said loudly: "The contestants are on the stage. Those who fall off the stage, those who admit defeat, and those who die will all lose! Please act according to your ability, now the competition begins!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Wei Mei danced her spear and rushed towards Song Boyu like a snake.

Song Boyu still maintained the posture of holding the hilt of the sword with his back pressed, as if he was too frightened to draw the sword in time.

Wei Mei smiled disdainfully, a trace of cruelty flashed in her eyes. She would never let go of someone who didn't listen to her kind words.

The spear was like a flying venomous snake, piercing straight towards Song Boyu who was bending down with his sword in the drawing position. The tip of the spear was aimed at his left eye. It seemed that the next breath would pierce the left eyeball, penetrate into the head, and twist the brain into pieces.

When the warriors in the audience saw this scene, some sighed, some laughed, and some scolded Song Boyu for not knowing how to appreciate others. No one thought that he could turn the situation around.

Song Boyu stared at the opponent's gun tip, feeling the oncoming gun wind and the breath of death, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

The few traces of true killing intent in his body solidified like twists at this critical moment, becoming extremely active and excited.

clang!
Song Boyu suddenly drew his sword, jumped around, and used all his strength to slash with all his strength. Almost in an instant, he cut off the opponent's spear tip, and the offensive and defensive momentum was instantly changed.

Before Wei Mei could react, she felt a chill behind her back, as if a ray of cold streaked across her back, followed by a heavy kick on her buttocks, causing her to fall directly off the high platform.

In just a few breaths, the situation on the stage changed instantly, leaving everyone in the audience speechless, and even the referee was speechless.

"what!"

After falling to the ground, Soul-Dead Flower Gun Wei Mei was good at martial arts. She grabbed the long stick in her hand and rolled around before standing up. However, her high-slit silk skirt and lingerie ripped open in the wind from her neck to her buttocks, revealing a white greasy look. Beautiful back.

Everyone who saw it gasped and widened their eyes.

The only fly in the ointment is that there is a filarial-like red line on her back from her neck to her buttocks, which looks a bit strange and monstrous.

The Duanhun Huaqiang Wei Mei's face turned red with embarrassment. She couldn't bear it anymore, dropped her long stick and ran away covering her face.

Everyone's eyes were straightened, looking at the beautiful background, including the referee, they couldn't help but swallow their saliva.

After a long while, Song Boyu lazily took out the white linen cloth from his pocket and gently wiped the tip of the sword. He calmly put the sword back into the scabbard on his back, raised his head and said, "Mr. Referee, did I win?"

Only then did the referee react and hurriedly said: "Yes, yes, yes, player Song Boyu wins!"

Everyone also reacted and started talking.

"This young man's swordsmanship is so terrifying!"

"The main reason is that this concentration is so stable."

"It's just a dangerous move. He just drew his sword quickly."

"Nonsense, this young man's swordsmanship is at a certain level. You can see how good he is when you see him slash through Wei Mei's dress and only leave a wound like a thread on the opponent's back!"

"Indeed, among warriors, the elderly, children, women and disabled people who can walk alone should not be careless."

Song Boyu jumped off the high platform and walked into the crowd. Everyone who had just commented on him couldn't help but get out of the way. Strength was considered a warrior's pass, but no one dared to stand next to him.

In the subsequent battle, most of Song Boyu's opponents were nervous, but he was extremely relaxed. No one could block his sword blow, and the battle ended quickly.

Unknowingly, some people started calling him Kuai Jian Boy.

In the sixth scene, Song Boyu met a bald man with a tall build and a simple and honest face.

If it weren't for the fact that there were no monks in this world and there were no ring scars on this person's head, he almost thought he had met a monk.

The big bald man was dressed in simple linen clothes, wearing a finger tiger, with a serious expression: "I have seen your battles, and Nen's sword is really strong with one strike, but if Nen only has this move, that's the end of it. I have a necessity. Don't be merciless in what you have to do, don't blame me!"

Song Boyu still held the hilt of the sword tightly with his right hand, bowed towards the big bald head, staring at him without saying a word.

Instead of fighting with words, it is better to see real skills on the sword.

The competition between the two began immediately, and the crowd of onlookers also increased. In the sixth round, many fighters were eliminated. Except for those who were seriously injured, most of them wanted to stay and watch.

"This big bald man is not from our city, but the famous bald Iron Fist Chu Changshou from Linqing County!"

"Linqing County belongs to Zhucheng Prefecture, right? He came all the way to participate in our Golden Chamber Fight. Has the reputation of the leader Jiao Daxia reached this level?"

"I heard that his family suffered a disaster. The drought musk deer wandered around for seven days, and the ground was bare for hundreds of miles. This autumn, there will be no harvest!"

"Yes! I heard that his clan was about to starve to death, so he took the risk to come to our place to participate in the Golden Chamber Battle. He wanted to exchange the prize money for food to save the whole clan for the winter."

"It's not easy. I remember that a few years ago, Linyi here seemed to have been hit by drought musk deer. How come no one killed this monster?"

"His fist skills are very good. Today we met Xiao Song who drew his sword and it was a good show."

While everyone was talking, Chu Changshou had already stepped in front of Song Boyu. His left fist struck Song Boyu directly in the face, as if he wanted to beat his head to pieces.

clang!
The sound of gold and stone ripples.

Song Boyu suddenly drew his sword, as fast as a thunderbolt. Chu Changshou seemed to have expected it. He actually stood aside, clamped the sword with both hands, and twisted it hard.

Song Boyu reacted so quickly that he let go of the long sword, drew out the dagger from his waist, and stabbed the opponent in the heart.

Chu Changshou quickly threw the sword away, bouncing and rolling to avoid Song Boyu's killing move.

Who would have expected that Song Boyu would not show mercy when he gained the upper hand, and continued his killing moves with thirteen moves of the dagger, like pear blossoms in a rainstorm, like a torrent bursting down the embankment.

At the critical moment, Chu Changshou once again made a dangerous move, biting Song Boyu's short sword directly with his teeth, exchanging wounds for wounds, and making fists with both hands, hitting Song Boyu's temples directly.

However, Song Boyu had a weird smile on his face, lowered his body, let go of the hand holding the sword, went down, passed through his crotch, picked up the long sword on the ground, turned around and stabbed the opponent in the left leg, and stabbed again, He was hit in the right leg again, instantly making the man lose his ability to move.

He put his long sword against the opponent's neck from behind and said coldly: "You lose!"

(End of this chapter)