Bloodstained Hero's Clothes

Chapter 55 The Heroes of the Great Exhibition ([-])
"Can the protector of the Hundred Poison Gods Sect be able to compete with the entire martial arts with just the poisonous smoke?" Shi Zhifa looked at the woman in front of him and said calmly, highlighting her unchanging bearing.

"Don't think that if you hold your breath, you won't be poisoned. Just now, we used the poisonous treasure 'trigger-trigger', as long as you touch your skin, you will be poisoned." The guardian said proudly.

As soon as these words came out, the whole venue was boiling again.

The white smoke protruded, and everyone's first reaction was to hold their breaths and concentrate.

The white smoke dissipated, and after a little luck, everyone found that there were no symptoms of poisoning before they dared to be so indifferent, but now that they heard that this was a terrible poison that was "triggered", everyone could no longer sit still.

The poison of "triggering" is very domineering. Except for taking the antidote in advance, there is basically no way to avoid poisoning, because its main transmission route is through skin-to-skin contact.

However, the disadvantage of this poison is that the effect of the drug is delayed and cannot be seen immediately.

"Triggered" is rarely used in rivers and lakes, because the poison itself is very precious.

This time, the Hundred Poison God Sect has made so many "triggered", but it has made a big deal.

"Don't panic, fellow martial arts fellows!" Shi Zhifa's bell-like voice sounded again, and the calmness in his tone made people feel inexplicably reassuring.

"Old man Shi, why are you still unwilling to admit defeat? As long as you can capture the Yixing Sect, the deity will give everyone the antidote, how?"

"There is no need for the antidote. I believe that none of the martial arts colleagues here need to take the antidote." Shi Zhifa said with a smile, with unquestionable confidence in his tone.

As soon as Shi Zhifa finished speaking, the entire venue became quiet, and everyone gradually regained their previous trust in Yixingmen.

"What?" Apologetics Di Zun had an ominous premonition in her heart, but she refused to admit defeat and said, "This is impossible!"

"Yixingmen obey orders, quickly take down the perpetrators of the Hundred Poison Sect." Shi Zhifa ordered, and the well-trained Yixingmen quickly entered the venue from the outer edge and surrounded the Hundred Poison Sect members under the ring.There were also some Yixingmen who rushed into the ring and surrounded the three of them.

"Just a few people?" The apologist said mockingly, "Isn't the Yixingmen too proud of themselves?"

"Do it!" Shi Zhifa gave the order, and the Yixingmen met the believers of the Hundred Poison God Sect.

However, as soon as the Hundred Poison Sect members used their internal strength, they suddenly curled up and cried out in pain, as if they had been poisoned by some powerful poison.

The Yixingmen stepped forward without any hesitation and restrained them effortlessly.

"What's going on?" The Guardian Di Zun watched in astonishment as her subordinates were easily captured. She glared angrily at the Yixing people who were gradually approaching her. She secretly used her internal strength. With a strong internal force, he slammed the Yixingmen who were surrounded by him.

"Not good!" The eastern and western envoys of Yixing and Yixing, who were closer to her, flew forward to protect the Yixing people who were knocked to the ground by the cold air.

The Guardian Di Zun covered her chest and slowly fell to the ground after pulling her internal strength. She shook her body a few times, and finally fainted under the severe pain.

And the two helpers behind her were no better, curling up and rolling on the ground in pain.

Shi Zhifa was very distressed to see the few Yixing people who were frostbitten and injured by the cold air, and explained that the Yixing South envoy had someone take good care of them.

The sudden change caused the martial arts practitioners present to be more and more impressed by the Yixingmen.

"What the hell is going on?" Many sects began to discuss.

"Every fellow in martial arts is startled. We have previously noticed the changes of the Hundred Poison Sect, and secretly changed the poison smoke bombs they prepared to use the drug that allows the followers of the Hundred Poison Sect to inhale the poison. And this drug It is harmless to us ordinary people, please rest assured." Shi Zhifa explained.

"Yes, we have no discomfort in our capacity."

"No unusual feeling."

"What kind of drug is that, so miraculous?"

"Is it restrained by something in the body of the Hundred Poison Cultists?"

Facing everyone's doubts and speculations, Shi Zhifa did not explain any further, and he asked the Yixing people to quickly clean up the venue.

After discussing for a long time, the crowd did not come to any conclusion, they only felt that the Yixingmen had great powers and was omnipotent.

After a while, Shi Zhifa calmed everyone down and said, "It's getting late, and the martial arts competition has officially started. Please make an appointment with each other! The purpose of the exchange is to exchange the essence of martial arts. "

As soon as Shi Zhifa's voice fell, the whole venue was boiling again, and everyone shifted their minds from the sudden change of Shicai to the martial arts competition, and the disciples of various sects were eager to try.

Ling'er was still thinking about what was going on. She knew that the smoke was formed by burning "Huanghuocao", and she knew the nature of "Huanghuocao" very well, but there was something in the body of a believer of the Hundred Poison Sect that would interact with "Huanghuocao". Grass" react?
Suddenly, a flash of light flashed in Ling'er's mind, could it be "Hundred Days Dispersion"?But she didn't know much about "Hundred Days San".

"Looks like I have to go back and look through the book." Ling'er thought ashamed.

When Linger returned his attention to the ring, Shi Zhifa was no longer there, and the four Yixing messengers were standing at the lower corners of the ring.

There was already a young man about 27 or [-] years old in the ring, this person Linger had seen before, he was a disciple of the Taiyue Sect.He clasped his fists in salute to everyone, and said, "I am a disciple of the Taiyue School, Min Yunlong."

At this moment, another young man leaped onto the ring, clasped his fists and said, "Wangwu sent disciple Luo Zian to ask your Excellency for some swordsmanship."

When Min Yunlong heard that the other party was from the Wangwu School, the corner of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a disdainful smile, and said, "Please."

The Wangwu School is only a small school in the Jianghu. It is said that it does not even have middle-grade exercises. Naturally, it cannot be compared with the Taiyue School, which is known for its swordsmanship.

It is reasonable for the Taiyue Sect disciples to look down on each other.

Luo Zian didn't seem to care about Min Yunlong's disdain. He politely returned the salute, "Please."

Unexpectedly, before Luo Zian's words fell, the other party had already drawn his sword and rushed over.

Luo Zi'an responded calmly, and drew out his sword to parry the opponent's head-on blow.

Taiyue School's sword stance is known for being fast and ruthless.

Among the younger generation disciples of Taiyue School, Min Yunlong was particularly outstanding in swordsmanship.

I saw that on the ring, Min Yunlong's attack and defense, advance and retreat, were steady and unequivocal.

And Luo Zi'an was completely passive in the fight, and there was really no swordsmanship to speak of.

Everyone in the audience was inevitably a little disappointed by this disparity in swordsmanship.

Suddenly, Luo Zi'an took advantage of Min Yunlong to take a step back, slightly bent his knees, lowered his body's center of gravity, used his waist as the axis, stepped forward, and stabbed straight out.

Min Yunlong saw that the opponent's sword moves were gentle, the castration was soothing, and there was no lethal force, and he was even more disdainful in his heart, and he waved his sword to block.

Unexpectedly, Luo Zi'an was a false move. He bent his left leg, his center of gravity shifted back, his upper body turned slightly to the right, and his right toe was raised and swung out. At the same time, he held the sword in his right hand, bent his elbow to the right, and drew an arc backward to the right back of his body. , thrust forward again.

Min Yunlong didn't expect such a move, he lost a space, his body flickered, and he narrowly avoided the next sword.

He sighed in his heart, "It's so dangerous!", only to feel that his own negligence allowed the other party to take advantage of it, and he still didn't take the other party seriously.

He hurriedly took a step back and attacked with a "stunning swipe".

Unexpectedly, the opponent bends his right knee, shifts his center of gravity to the right, and deftly avoids his sharp attack, but his "stunning swept away" move is like a mud ox into the sea.

He was in a hurry, and his footwork was in chaos, and he actually let the other party take advantage of the situation to hand over the move "Pull the Clouds to See the Sun", and then he was forced to retreat a few steps by the move "Strike Huashan".

He was terrified. The opponent's moves seemed to be light and soft, but there was a subtlety of using softness to overcome rigidity. It seemed to be soothing, but it had the potential of mountains and rivers. unbearable.

All the martial arts people present could understand that if it wasn't for Luo Zian's intention to give in, Min Yunlong would have been defeated long ago.

This sword-fighting competition was no longer boring, but climaxed one after another. However, this wonderful sword-fighting did not win the applause of everyone. The venue was surprisingly quiet, not for anything else, but because everyone was attracted by Luo Zian's wonderful sword move. Attracted, even forgot the applause.

In between, the two fought for more than a dozen rounds.

Luo Zian's composure and calm, Min Yunlong's unpreparedness, Luo Zian's graceful and unrestrained swordsmanship, and Min Yunlong's embarrassing swordsmanship, all form a sharp contrast.

I don't know who said "Okay!", and everyone woke up from the wonderful showdown, cheered loudly, and applauded.

Min Yunlong was very anxious, no matter what powerful moves he used, he was turned into a weak force by the opponent, and he couldn't use it at all.

Finally, he let out a low sigh, gave up the useless struggle, and withdrew his sword and handed over his hand: "I'm willing to bow down to the wind."

Luo Zian also put away his sword and said with a smile, "I accept it." This smile was very sincere, without the slightest mockery.

Seeing that the other party was so calm, Min Yunlong asked, "I don't know what kind of swordsmanship this is?"

Luo Zi'an replied, "It's the 'Mianyun Sword' created by our Sect Master recently."

Min Yunlong praised: "It really is amazing!"

Ling'er didn't look at this wonderful competition at all. She was very interested in this swordsmanship, which uses softness to overcome rigidity and use stillness to stop it. She carefully recorded every move and every style she saw, and wanted to learn it for Zixin in the future. Also practice it again, so that friends can also appreciate this wonderful move with both body and mind, body and mind.

The venue could not be calm for a long time, and everyone commented on the wonders of the new swordsmanship of Shicai Wangwu School, and felt that this swordsmanship should be above the middle grade.

"The Wangwu faction will definitely become famous this time, and it will become one of the great factions in the arena." I don't know who said this, and Linger could hear it clearly even from a distance.

In fact, this is true, the Wangwu faction just wanted to take this opportunity of the martial arts elite meeting to show this new sword technique to martial arts people, so as to enhance the status of the martial arts.

However, these words were said like this, but hearing them in the ears of others has a different meaning.

(End of this chapter)