Yan's foreign relatives, give Da Yan a little Xuanwu Gate shock

Ten years of sharpening a sword, Frost Blade has never tried.

Mr. Zheng on the lecture platform drew out his sword. The blade was shining and as sharp as frost, which showed that he had maintained it regularly.

The short and fat coach hugged his chest:

"He opened a Xingyu Escort Agency in the capital last year, but the business was not good, so I advised him to open one in his hometown, Shangshu. In the blink of an eye, his mother did not survive this autumn, and he no longer wanted to continue living in the capital, so he will go back in a few days."

“People always have to return to their roots.”

"Returning to roots? Moving to a city ten miles a day, not in the same place every year, how can there be roots? He said he has an old mother to support and doesn't want to be an official. Now he still doesn't plan to do it. A martial arts candidate has nowhere to make a living. It's good enough for him to live well."

His words to Zheng Qingyue were very harsh, and it was hard to tell whether he looked down on him or looked up to him too much.

Zheng Qingyue was talking about knives on the stage.

All of them were variations of the short and fat coach's sword swinging, and his shadow was in every move. However, when Zheng Juren used it, it was a little more swift and fierce, and the 1.2-meter-long sword in his hand actually looked a little small and exquisite.

He swung the frost knife in his hand, the sword light flickered and a chill came from it.

The short and fat coach nodded with satisfaction, grabbed Yuan Congqian's shoulders and jumped onto the stage: "Zheng Qingyue, come and fight him."

"he?"

Zheng Qingyue turned his head, looked at the skinny Yuan Congqian, and waved his hand: "Go practice some more."

The short and fat coach said, "Why, you can't beat him?"

"What are you talking about?"

Zheng Qingyue took a look at Yuan Congqian's wrist and saw something. "Oh? Not bad, better than those martial arts candidates who claim to have practiced for several years but actually just rely on their strength to bully ordinary people. How long have you been practicing?"

"I only taught him for three days." The coach made the number three.

three days?

Did he only practice swordplay for three days?

Zheng Qingyue immediately became respectful and serious.

Once you see that you like the knife, you can start aligning the knives.

There are not so many rules of clasping fists among martial artists, and martial arts candidates do not have such strong underworld habits.

The martial arts students who were sleeping around called their companions over to see how this coach who devalued himself would beat the weak Fei Lin. They felt that they couldn't beat Zheng Qingyue, so how could they not beat Yuan Congqian?

Yuan Congqian wanted to learn his real skills from the coach.

Putting aside his fake Originium skills, if he wants to survive in Terra, individual combat power is absolutely indispensable. Otherwise, if even Kal'tsit's Mon3tr can control him, it would be too embarrassing.

Looking at Zheng Qingyue, Yuan Congqian asked in advance: "Do you want me to use a sword or a knife?"

"You can do whatever you want. If you can use them together, that's your ability."

Zheng Qingyue said this and slashed at Yuan Congqian with his knife.

His strike was not aimed at killing Yuan Congqian, but was just a greeting in Yuan Congqian's eyes. The knife and the sword collided with each other, and Yuan Congqian held the knife in one hand and the sword in the other to deflect the attack.

The blade trembled in the air.

Yuan Congqian lowered his head. Zheng Qingyue's force was so great that it hurt his palm.

The two of them were not in the same weight class, which made it almost impossible for him to start.

Zheng Qingyue seemed to feel that it was not enough, so he chopped again, and then he became more serious. The sword light flashed in all directions, and the pure white frost cut down the sword shadows flying in the air one by one. In the process, Yuan Congqian and he had already exchanged several rounds of moves.

The students below were stunned: any one of these two could kill them with just one sword!

This is a competition between martial arts graduates and martial arts students, not a fight between martial arts masters.

Zheng Qingyue took advantage of the force and took a step back, commenting: "The sword has some skills, but the knife is the coach's way, and the level is average. I really want to practice together, but it's better not to practice the knife now, otherwise you won't be able to practice it in the end."

"I haven't started teaching yet, have I?"

The coach cursed on the side.

He looked at Yuan Congqian and said, "Don't underestimate this guy named Zheng because he's strong. I don't think he can beat you. When you learn my swordsmanship, go to Shangshu and kick his escort agency! You can learn the basics I taught you in one day. Why can't you beat him?"

"Young Master, don't listen to that bastard's nonsense. It is enough for you to learn sword from him."

Zheng Qingyue ignored the provocation of the short and fat old man and smiled at Yuan Congqian, looking very ferocious.

'Why can't I beat Zheng Qingyue?'

Yuan Congqian also took a step back and felt that what the coach said made some sense.

His right hand was stained black, and the strange coldness relieved the sudden soreness and swelling a lot. Light black rain flowed down the bridge of his nose.

In the eyes of others, his aura changed drastically, like a sword unsheathed, so sharp that it was difficult to look directly at it.

The blade is as white as frost and the edge is as bright as snow.

Every move that Zheng Qingyue had just made had been ingrained into the bones of Yuan Congqian’s right hand holding the knife!

Chapter 48 Collapse Paradigm, Let Me See Your Limits

Collapse paradigm, show me your limits!

Yuan Congqian let the Originium skill spread along the blade, and indeed felt that his familiarity with the blade was rapidly improving.

Experience in knife fighting.

The experience of avoiding the human skeleton and cutting a person into pieces with a knife like cutting the flesh of an animal.

The experience of parrying the sword-wielding hero's moves, shaving off the flesh on the back of his neck with a knife, and killing him with one blow... The muscle memory of fighting with a knife and a sword, like the power of the magnetic field maniac in the comics, is perfectly integrated into the body of the God's people and keeps emerging!

Years of training passed by in a flash on my arms.

Before I knew it, my black nails had grown extremely long.

The flesh made an inaudible sound of expansion and stretching, bulging up and then quickly receding, retaining the original shape of the arm.

Yuan Congqian raised his head, stretched out his sword-holding hand to the side, and directly stuck the sword into the ground, holding the knife in one hand: "Come again."

Zheng Qingyue became interested, rushed to Yuan Congqian, and raised the Frost Knife high.

In front of his two-meter-long body, even the sunlight was blocked, leaving only a dark shadow on Zheng Qingyue's face, and a brilliant golden light flowing on Frost Blade. Yuan Congqian's face was also obscured by the shadow of noon, leaving only his eyes with distinct black and white, and his irises glowing with a different color.

when!

The blades crossed each other, sharp and piercing.

Zheng Qingyue's blades collided with Yuan Congqian's, and he immediately noticed something was wrong:

"No! How can you know my moves!"

The way Yuan Congqian wielded the knife was exactly like him!

Yuan Congqian, whose face could not be seen clearly, smiled at him:

"I have a good talent and I learned it."

He learned it, just by looking at him a few times, and he learned most of the martial arts that he relied on for a living?

"Good! Great talent!"

Zheng Qingyue's eyes widened, his skin turned red, and he slowly forced Yuan Congqian's knife down.

My eyes blurred, and a flash of white light was passing through the air, dragging the dark visual remnant behind it.

After Yuan Congqian picked up his frost knife, he had arrived in front of him without knowing when!

The snow-white color condensed on Yuan Congqian's blade, cutting a sword mark from the ground, cutting through the fragile martial arts stage, and rushing straight towards him. Zheng Qingyue did not expect that a person's sword skills would undergo such a drastic mutation before and after, so he tore off his coat and threw it in front of him.

The sharp knife marks instantly tore the coat into pieces.

Zheng Qingyue's figure had already hidden aside.

However, even though the person had left, the knife marks and the flashes of light were still cutting the space in front of Yuan Congqian, and the terrifying sound of breaking through the air was like a symphony. Even the red maple trees in the mountains above the martial arts arena were shaved down to only pieces of broken leaves, which slowly fell in the air like flying snow.

"Chengying!" The short and fat coach narrowed his eyes.

When did Yuan Congqian learn to play Chengying?

Moreover, the Chengying produced by the knife is very different from the Chengying produced by the sword. Yuan Congqian had at least several years of knife skills, and with the help of a famous master who was good at both knife and sword, he could use the knife like a sword.

"If he learns swordplay from me, and I don't teach him well, wouldn't that be embarrassing?"

The coach touched his chin, but he was no longer paying attention to Zheng Qingyue.

As for the students who were watching the masters fighting at close range for the first time, they all looked at each other in bewilderment:

"You can achieve this with just a knife and a sword? This is not right. I have practiced sword for three years. How can I not be able to do this?"

"Is it a Originium technique?"

"No, his knife is just an ordinary knife, it can't be a staff..."

"Yes, you can! It's just that there is no master to teach you!"

The noise below did not affect Yuan Congqian at all.

Looking at the scorching sun that suddenly appeared in front of him, Yuan Congqian couldn't help but close his eyes.

This was a fighting technique that Zheng Qingyue used subconsciously.

Zheng Qingyue was originally in a backlit position on the stage. He used his clothes as a cover to go around to the side of Yuan Congqian, and the sunlight blocked by him naturally shone into Yuan Congqian's eyes without reservation. In a real fight, being blinded by the sunlight for a moment can be fatal.

Zheng Qingyue stood beside Yuan Congqian and let out a long breath.

He drew his sword again, adjusted his steps slightly, and slashed at Yuan Congqian from behind at a tricky angle.

While chopping, he did not forget to give a look to the short and fat coach, asking him to pay attention to rescuing the person.

He didn't hold back the force of this strike. Yuan Congqian's level suddenly increased dramatically. If he held back any more, he would really be beaten up by the junior. If they really fought, he would not be afraid of Yuan Congqian, but he didn't expect that Yuan Congqian would be in a place he shouldn't be in in a blink of an eye...

Zheng Qingyue, who was escorting a car among the common people, couldn't help but use his little tricks from the underworld.

In Zheng Qingyue's opinion, Yuan Congqian's eyes were dazzled by the sunlight.

He stood there in a daze, undoubtedly waiting to die.

There were already continuous exclamations from the audience below the stage.

Some people marveled at the two's speed, while others disliked Zheng Qingyue for using sunlight and angles to bully the younger generation.

Looking at Yuan Congqian who remained where he was without looking back, Zheng Qingyue laughed at himself in his heart: "I didn't expect that I would play like this with such a young child. Why should I open an escort agency in the future? If this gets out, no one in the capital will hire me to escort. I'd better go back to my hometown as soon as possible..."

He had to admit that the force-generating technique he had practiced for many years was learned by Yuan Congqian in one day, and his mentality was shaken.

Without Originium skills, learning martial arts can only rely on virgin skills and talent.

People with true talent probably come from people like Yuan Congqian.

He thought silently in his heart, and his hands had already retracted some of their strength.

The coach made a pooh sound, uncrossed his chest and was about to take action when he found that Yuan Congqian had moved.

He used his back to meet Zheng Qingyue's knife, but suddenly swung the knife behind him, with a dark arc afterimage, spinning at high speed to deflect Zheng Qingyue's knife. Without paying attention, the handle of Zheng Qingyue's Frost Knife flew out of his mouth and fell to the outside!

From the time Zheng Qingyue drew his sword to the time Yuan Congqian counterattacked, it seemed like there were several rounds, but in fact the entire process took no more than two seconds.

In just these two seconds, the leaf didn't even float down a foot, but Yuan Congqian had already completed all his actions.

Yuan Congqian still had his back to him, and his left hand, as white as snow, gently picked up a small maple leaf from the air, and the snow marks on the leaf lit up!

The expression on Zheng Qingyue's face suddenly changed, with horror:

"Varied--!"

Using the flying leaves as a carrier, a completely unexpected slash passed through the air, scattering snowflake-like blade lights.

The collar on Zheng Qingyue's back was suddenly pulled back, and the knife still hit his chest, cutting along the upper right chest to his belly button!

Yuan Congqian suddenly turned around and let go of the maple leaves, which shattered silently:

"A little trick to use leaves to release shadows."

Chapter 49: Sword of the Seventh Star Dragon Abyss

Blood spurted into the sky and flew in the direction of the maple leaf.

Without a carrier, the sword shadow could not be retracted, so it flew away, cutting the maple leaves into even smaller pieces. Yuan Congqian stood among the falling maple leaves, his hands empty. The silence around the martial arts arena was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, and only the sound of the masterless sword energy piercing through the forest and hitting the leaves remained.

Zheng Qingyue was stunned for a few seconds, and his body as heavy as a mountain fell to the ground with a loud bang.

The short and fat coach bent down and stroked the long bloodstain on Zheng Qingyue's chest. After wiping the blood, Zheng Qingyue's solid chest seemed to have never been injured, with smooth skin and bulging muscles.

The school doctor who came to check on the injured was somewhat surprised: