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

Chapter 43
The fat man's face was pale and his lips were trembling. He wanted to resist, but he was powerless.

The lungs were penetrated. Although it was not fatal, it had lost its fighting ability. If Song Boyu stirred it hard, he would die even if he did not die.

"I, I admit defeat!"

Hearing the opponent admit defeat, Song Boyu slowly pulled out the sword, listened to his painful wail, and sneered: "Remember from now on, talk less and practice kung fu more."

Wo Gaofei's face was as good as gold and he almost wanted to die. He couldn't understand why Song Boyu knew his special skills so well that he could eat them to death.

He felt extremely frustrated that he was so embarrassed. It was not that he had never thought about failure, but he had never thought that he would lose so quickly after preparing for so long.

He would never have thought that Song Boyu had fought against his dead father several times, and had long been extremely familiar with his Wo family's kung fu, and was even more aware of its weaknesses.

Song Boyu won the game so quickly that the bald man Chu Changshou shouted again, which actually started a wave of rhythm and many people cheered.

Zhou Xiuniang's face was red, she was worried and proud, and she tried hard to put her feet up, trying to see her brother clearly.

Granny Li and others praised: "I didn't expect Brother Xiuniang to be so powerful, and he is also quite handsome."

At this time, Wo Gaofei watched Song Boyu slowly turn around, sat down to regain his energy for a while, climbed up, picked up the spear, and followed Song Boyu to step off the stage.

He looked at Song Boyu, tightened his grip on the spear, and felt a shock all over, as if some kind of coldness poured into his limbs and bones. A crazy idea came to his mind: kill him, stab him to death.

I want this kid to die and use his blood to wash away my humiliation!
Wo Gaofei's eyes turned red abnormally, he raised his spear and stabbed it hard amidst the exclamations of everyone.

Seeing this scene, Xiuniang's heart almost jumped out of her throat, and she couldn't help shouting: "No!"

The bald man Chu Changshou was like a rooster being strangled by the neck, and his shouts suddenly stopped.

The fat and fat fake witch Zhu Wu Liang had a gloomy expression on his face and murmured in a low voice: "My dear, since when have you ever spoken so casually? I just cursed a few words and didn't intend to let him die! It's better not to die." "

Some of the onlookers covered their eyes in fear, others were yelling and extremely excited, and many more gasped.

Song Boyu had been on guard against the other party for a long time. He also felt cold all over, as if there was some kind of power eroding him, but the Yin spirit energy in his body was like a vicious dog protecting the family, directly driving away that influence.

Pulling out the sword to block, turning back to stab, the physical reaction formed in thousands of dreams, the movements were smooth and smooth, hitting the opponent's throat, and then suddenly withdrawing.

Wo Gaofei's eyes gradually became clear, and he seemed to want to say something, but couldn't say anything, and fell down unable to do so.

Jiao Tianyu, who was sitting in the middle of the front row, raised his eyebrows lightly, seeming a little surprised.

The fat and fat fake witch Zhu Wu Liang slapped himself hard in the mouth, as if he was doubting himself: "Is my mouth really open?"

Everyone in the audience was in an uproar. At this time, the old referee slowly walked over and said loudly: "Song Boyu had withdrawn his troops and let him go after Wo Gaofei admitted defeat. But Wo Gaofei suddenly made a murderous move when the victory was decided. He was If someone kills someone, it is entirely his own fault! He has signed a life and death certificate, and we will report it to the government in accordance with the law."

The old man said to Song Boyu in a low voice: "Don't worry, it's in public, everyone is a witness, you won't be in any trouble, just go down first."

There was a haze in Song Boyu's heart. What happened to that strange power just now and the change in Wo Gaofei's eyes?

He didn't say anything, jumped off the platform and walked back to his place.

After the servants cleared the high platform, the competition was still going on.

There were executioners here in Fuguo County Yamen for a long time, and there were evidence of life and death. Moreover, Jiao Tianyu was a monk with a transcendent status. The matter was resolved quickly and did not leave any legal trouble for Song Boyu.

However, someone still found him, it was Master Chen brought by Wo Gaofei.

The burly old man's face was as dark as water. Probably because the leader Jiao Tianyu was not far away, he did not dare to be presumptuous and said in a low voice: "You can clearly swing the spear away with your skills, but you turned back and stabbed Wo Gaofei to death. This is It's murder! Neither the Wo family nor my Chen family will let you go."

Although Song Boyu didn't intend to kill Wo Gaofei, he just wanted to vent his anger, but the other party attacked him and stabbed him to death, so he didn't feel any psychological burden.

He frowned, waved his hand, and said loudly: "The referee has made it clear. The executioner of Fu Guo Yamen has recorded the case, and there are also life and death certificates. Are you talking about murder? Do you ignore Fu Guo Yamen or despise the leader?"

Master Chen, a burly old man, saw Song Boyu shouting loudly and glanced timidly in the direction of Jiao Tianyu. He wished he could stop Song Boyu's mouth on the spot and whispered: "You little brat, don't talk nonsense and confuse right and wrong! In short, wait and see." , you always have relatives, don’t you?”

Song Boyu was furious for a moment, and he thought of his sister Zhou Xiuniang.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, with no trace of his true intention to kill. He stared at the burly old man for a while, and suddenly burst into laughter: "Old man, let me advise you first, don't bring harm to your family, the relatives you value. Not necessarily less than me! Your little grandson is educated at the Du Yue family. You seem to have an illegitimate son named Chen Hongyuan, who is now working as a waiter at the Shen family restaurant? "

Master Chen trembled and couldn't believe that Song Boyu knew everything about his situation, even such secret things!
He felt cold all over his body, his head was buzzing for a moment, his eyes were red for a moment, like a beast guarding its calf, and he roared in a low voice: "You dare?"

Song Boyu still kept a smile on his face, but his eyes were cold and devoid of any warmth, and he just stared at the other person.

Master Chen was like a defeated cricket or a deflated pig belly. He said with a stern expression, "Since you plan to open a martial arts school with Xun Feipeng, just wait for our two families to come to ask for advice!"

Song Boyu still had a fake smile, and his voice was as cold as the autumn wind: "You are welcome to come and play at the gym."

After the old man left, Lu Qiuming, who was sitting next to Song Boyu, suddenly said: "There seems to be something hidden in your eyes. It's very sharp and powerful!"

Song Boyu was shocked. What on earth was Lu Qiuming's magical ability? He could discover even a few traces of the true meaning of killing?
He laughed and said, "It's just your illusion."

Lu Qiuming shook his head slightly and spoke in a low voice, leaning against Song Boyu's ear: "I don't want your direct-pointing foundation-building technique. If you beat me, trade it with me for the one you just had! Or if I beat you, trade your inner eye for it!" "

Song Boyu couldn't help but sigh, this person really knew the goods, but he seemed to have heard the name of "Mind's Eye", that kind of ability or a unique martial arts skill?
Song Boyu rolled his eyes, laughed and leaned into the other's ear and said, "It doesn't matter whether you win or lose, you just have to change it? Okay, I promise you, but I don't guarantee that you can learn it, unless you teach and teach!"

Lu Qiuming seemed to be thinking, and after a while he said: "I really can't promise to teach you, I can only promise to teach you with all my strength, and never hide anything!"

"Okay! Then let's make it a promise and high five it as an oath." Song Boyu said in a low voice.

The two high-fived each other and swore an oath. For some reason, Lu Qiuming seemed to be blushing, and she couldn't help but step back, looking a little shy.

Song Boyu knew that she was a woman and didn't notice anything strange. However, Xun Feipeng, who had always cared about him, felt a chill and decided to remind Song Boyu alone later.

At this moment, the old man in colorful clothes shouted again: "Please invite Lu Qiuming and Gao Ge to compete on the stage!"

(End of this chapter)