Summon the Big Boss

Chapter 523 Break through the Immortal Realm and become the champion
Time seemed to stand still, and the two masters of the Dao of the Sword stared intently at their opponents, their robes fluttering wildly.

Only a very few people can feel that in that duel space, almost every inch is filled with terrifying saber energy.

call!
Yu Feihong let out a long breath, and then looked a little lonely.

"I lost!"

After finishing speaking, he looked at his shoulder, and there was a piece of skirt on the shoulder, which was already broken and flying.This kind of difference can be said to be extremely small, but the difference between masters and masters is thousands of miles away.

After admitting defeat, Yu Feihong walked swiftly, without any entanglement or hesitation.

Those people who were hiding in the dark and planned to let Yu Feihong give Meng Xinghe a blow and interrupt Meng Xinghe's rising trend couldn't help but look a little more ugly.

And it is different from those who think otherwise and secretly harbor secrets.

Young people worship the strong more.

Therefore, when Meng Xinghe defeated Yu Feihong in a fair and honest manner, his reputation went up to a new level.

Among the crowd, more and more fans belonged to Meng Xinghe.

Even the way Yu Meiqi looked at Meng Xinghe became softer and less resentful.

"Anyone else, do you find it unpleasant to look at me?" Meng Xinghe restrained his saber intent, stood in mid-air, and looked down at his surroundings.

If a person with no ability is arrogant, it will of course be offensive.

But if a capable person is arrogant, this will instead become his shining point.

Meng Xinghe didn't wait for a new challenger, but he was greeted with screams and cheers.

"I'll fight you!" A gray-haired 'old' monk who seemed to be over fifty years old leaped forward and appeared opposite Meng Xinghe.

Meng Xinghe frowned.

The old monk said: "I am picking the stars, I only started practicing Qi at the age of 80, and I have practiced for only thirty years, so I can be regarded as a young man."

"It just looks older."

Meng Xinghe nodded. In fact, he didn't care how old the people who came were.

Because he is really just an old cucumber with green paint.

Meng Xinghe's age is not too old.

However, the age of Lin Xi, the main body, is added up...it really can't be called young.

"What kind of weapon do you use?" Meng Xinghe asked.

Not all monks are good at weapons.

It's just that monks who dare to face such a frontal battle usually have at least one or two melee weapons they are good at, or simply physical training.

Those monks who are good at arrays, talismans, spells, or some other methods often don't compete with others in the arena unless they have defensive treasures.

Even so, the fighting style has been developed, and there are still not many who will come to the front row.

bass!
A clear long sword has been unsheathed.

"Sword Cultivator Picking Stars... Please see the teacher!"

The sword light brought by the momentum of drawing the sword was like a crescent moon, piercing through the obstacles of space and directly shredding all the surrounding air currents, attacking towards Meng Xinghe.

clang!
Almost coming first, Meng Xinghe's convergent light and Zhai Xingzi's sword collided in mid-air almost at the same time.

I thought Meng Xinghe was strong before, but with such a star picker, he only felt numb in his palms, he held his breath, and didn't take a step back.

But there is a stream of pure and powerful power centered on the two of them, spreading towards all directions.

Meng Xinghe hadn't withdrawn his saber and backed away, but Zai Xingzi had turned his body upside down and stabbed Meng Xinghe repeatedly.

Zhai Xingzi's swordsmanship is very simple.

There are no profound meanings in technique, nor is it combined with spells or spells, let alone the technique of flying swords.

He seems to follow the lineage of the ancient sword,
Pursue the most simple and original side of kendo, abandoning those fancy things added later.

Every sword move must be the simplest, most direct, most powerful and most effective move.

Zhai Xingzi said that he did not start practicing until he was 80 years old.

But Meng Xinghe can assure you that he has never wasted his time in the previous 80 years.

But a different kind of accumulation.

Some accumulations seem to be useless, but they cannot be found in the most simple and ordinary corners.

The most ordinary and practical skills are often the most ordinary and ordinary people. After a long period of training, under the pressure of life and survival, they can master the peak, use the ordinary to shine, and sublimate the simplicity.

Zhai Xingzi's swordsmanship is exactly like this.

The extraordinary was brewed out of the ordinary, so that his sword moves are so concise, but there is no flaw.

On the contrary, every thrust of the sword seemed to point directly at the weak point of Meng Xinghe's sword move.

Zhai Xingzi's cultivation is not as good as Meng Xinghe's.

If Meng Xinghe wanted to, he could directly use his power to overwhelm others, use his powerful cultivation base to subdue Zhai Xingzi, making it impossible for his sword to get close at all.

Meng Xinghe would not do this.

If you want to be the champion, you have to show the demeanor of being the champion.

To win...you have to win is indisputable, there is nothing to say.

So Meng Xinghe still faced the sword, and even restrained his own cultivation, and never used his cultivation to oppress others.

The two of them turned into two balls of white light in mid-air, and the weapons in their hands collided continuously, making sounds like the Qingming of a phoenix and the roaring of a blue dragon.

After another sword collision, Meng Xinghe flew upside down in the air, but turned back in mid-air, his speed suddenly doubled, and stabbed towards Zhai Xingzi's heart.

Here's the trick!
Although many times, it is generally believed that returning to basics is better than fancy skills.

In fact, it is not.

What they represent are just two different aspects of one thing.

Simple is good.

And fancy is also fancy.

If you don't see the mountains and rivers, how can you know the lonely smoke in the desert and the sunset on the long river?
At the same time, the true energy in Meng Xinghe's hand gathered, and a huge knife appeared in his left hand.

With a flash of saber light, with a domineering intention, but with unspeakable skills, he went towards Zhai Xingzi.

"Is this... Yu Feihong's knife?" Someone in the crowd exclaimed.

Although the truth in this world is mostly the same.

However, in such a short period of time, it is still amazing to master the opponent's sword technique to such a state.

Meng Xinghe held two knives in both hands, one straight and one strange, one fast and one slow, one heavy and one light.

Between the movement and the stillness, sometimes it is as light as it is heavy, and sometimes it is as light as it is light.

There are really many tricks in knife interaction.

However, the simplicity of Zhai Xingzi was broken by the complexity, so that Zhai Xingzi's swordsmanship that seemed to penetrate all changes gradually revealed flaws, and he seemed a little overwhelmed.

"Your sword is good, but you are too persistent. But... not bad!"

"Go down!" The two sabers slashed hard, repeatedly, and swung away Zhai Xingzi's sword edge with a light weight, and directly slapped Zhai Xingzi's body, sending him down.

The old monk picks the stars... is out!

Meng Xinghe didn't say much, just looked around.

But everyone read three words.

"Who else?"

　There is one more chapter to add more, everyone wait a moment!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)