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

Chapter 44
Gao Ge is a thin man like an ape. I heard that he often hangs out with green-skinned scoundrels and plays with a pair of short knives.

As soon as he came on stage, he kept provoking and attacking Lu Qiu Ming with dirty words, but Lu Qiu Ming looked and acted as usual, and even bowed to him very politely.

When the referee announced that the fight had officially begun, Lu Qiuming's temperament suddenly changed. He drew out the sword from his waist, and his posture was as beautiful as a dance, and he used deadly moves to attack dangerous places.

At first, Gao Ge could still beat and curse at the same time, but soon his body was hurt and he gradually concentrated on fighting and stopped cursing.

Gao Ge felt very strange. Every time he was just a little bit closer to winning and making a comeback, but he failed every time, which made his breath more and more unstable. After a quarter of an hour, Gao Ge spit out a mouthful of old blood. , passed out from anger.

The blindfolded Lu Qiuming's movements were still elegant and graceful. He lowered his waist and did the splits very freely, avoiding the mouthful of old blood, and stood up calmly. His clothes were linen like snow, and he had a smell of dust.

Song Boyu was the first to applaud, and when Lu Qiuming returned to his position, he smiled and said: "You kid, you have a dark heart. You can understand the opponent within five moves, but you have to make the opponent spit out a lot of blood." .”

Lu Qiuming gently stroked his long, disheveled hair and pushed Song Boyu away: "Don't get so close. He is not as skilled as others, so how can he blame me for having a dark heart? Is it wrong for me to hold back my moves?"

The exchange between the two was so intimate that Xun Feipeng, who had been staring at Song Boyu, frowned. He felt that Song Boyu had gone astray and must talk about it!

The battle lasted very quickly, and in the blink of an eye, Song Boyu defeated another person with a storm of swordsmanship, and entered the final with Lu Qiuming.

They both stood up at the same time. Lu Qiuming was actually only half a head taller than Song Boyu. Among the "men" in Changxiang, he was indeed considered short.

Song Boyu still had the beautiful Jin Yan Gong. He stepped on objects like a dragonfly and used his strength several times to fly up to the high platform.

Lu Qiuming directly threw out a piece of white silk with an iron claw at the end, which was tied to a corner of the ring. He pulled it hard and flew into the air.

"This posture is indeed very beautiful, but it's just a bit awkward for a man to use this kind of skill..."

"This is how the Luqiu family's kung fu works. You don't understand. Their family has been headed by a female head for decades, and they only recruit son-in-laws."

"As long as it's a good effort, why do you want to do so much?"

……

The people's discussion did not reach the ears of Song Boyu and Lu Qiuming. They had already stepped onto the stage, posed, and stared at each other.

Following the referee's order and amid the cheers of the audience, Song Boyu took the lead. Like an arrow from a string, he struck directly horizontally with the help of the pillars of the ring, and the blade made a buzzing sound.

The long sword trembled slightly like a snake, carrying the golden vibrating wind, and rushed towards Lu Qiu Ming with a single strike of the sword, like a cormorant flying over the waves to catch fish.

Lu Qiuming moved faster than ordinary people, his figure collapsed, but his posture was still as beautiful as a dance, as if it was not a martial arts competition, but a grand singing and dancing performance.

clang!
The two swords clashed, gold and stone clashed, and their sword moves were airtight. In just one cup of tea, they exchanged nearly three hundred moves.

Song Boyu was so overwhelmed that he could not even draw the dagger from his waist. He had to guard against the opponent's white silk iron claws, which made him feel a little embarrassed.

"Unbelievable, Lu Qiuming seems to be able to predict my movements, is this the mind?"

Song Boyu thought in his heart, while the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and his blood boiled all over. Although he was pressed down and beaten, he was excited. None of the other opponents in the Golden Chamber Dou Yongyan could give him a sense of oppression. Only Lu Qiuming, who was suspected of possessing a unique skill, could give him a sense of oppression. gave him a real sense of oppression.

The feeling of being close to the edge of death makes people tremble all over, like an old gourmet encountering delicious food, like a new reader encountering Xiaobai Shuangwen for the first time. It is almost hearty in soul and comfortable in body.

"war!"

Song Boyu spat out one word, and the speed of drawing the sword suddenly accelerated. Supported by the strong core strength, the long sword seemed to turn into an extremely fast giant axe.

Such an abrupt change made Lu Qiuming panic and caused a round of cheers from the audience.

Zhou Xiuniang held the basket hard, her hands turned white, her palms were covered with sweat, her eyes were staring straight at the stage, worried and expecting.

The bald Chu Changshou seemed to see himself pulling carts of grain back to the village. His parents and relatives were all vying to welcome him and embrace him. He was shouting and cheering like a madman.

This state really inspired a group of people, like sparks splashing into a frying pan, instantly igniting the entire manor. Everyone was shouting crazily, which was even wilder than the crazy football stadium in the previous life.

Xun Feipeng was also excited to watch, and he deduced more carefully, feeling that even if he played, he might not be able to win against the two people on the stage, and the only chance to win was to use the special skill of the White Rainbow Ghost Hand, which can only be used in the realm of divine power, to defeat cleverness with force.

Even Zhu Wu Liang, a fat black fake shaman who hated Song Boyu, got excited and took the opportunity to sneak a few handfuls of the older girl and younger daughter-in-law and take away some coins and silver corners. In this environment, no one noticed.

Jiao Tianyu, who was sitting in the middle of the front row of the crowd, raised the corners of his mouth slightly. He stretched out comfortably and whispered: "Such boiling emotions are so wonderful, it is simply the best taste in the world."

On the ring, Song Boyu's long sword opened and closed at great speed, completely disrupting Lu Qiuming's elegant rhythm. This "man" in white linen, with unsteady breath and swaying figure, unexpectedly Song Boyu directly scratched his left arm and stabbed his right leg.

But she did not admit defeat. Instead, after being injured, she entered a mysterious and ethereal state. Although her posture was obviously not as graceful as before, she was able to avoid Song Boyu's fatal blow just right every time.

The battle between the two was very exciting. Although the strength was not as good as the realm of divine power, for most ordinary people, it was already the limit of the human body.

This kind of fighting skill consumes a lot of physical strength, especially the mind, which not only consumes physical strength and energy, but also consumes mental strength.

Lu Qiuming soon died, and his injuries gradually increased. He was unable to support his left and right legs, and was in trouble.

Song Boyu didn't feel well either. He used this kind of opening and closing to disrupt Lu Qiuming's rhythm, but he was also extremely uncomfortable. This was a painful war of attrition.

In his eyes, a few traces of the true intention of killing were condensed and undisturbed.

Just now, Song Boyu discovered that the true meaning of killing can destroy the opponent's mental perception to a certain extent, and he can create a blind spot just by staring at it.

It is precisely because of this that Song Boyu was able to gradually regain the situation and put Lu Qiuming into trouble.

clang!
Song Boyu finally seized the opportunity and knocked away the opponent's long sword. Then he used his own long sword to wrap around the opponent's white silk iron claws. With lightning speed, he drew out the short sword and pressed the sword edge against the opponent's smooth neck. He was extremely exhausted. Said: "Admit defeat."

Lu Qiuming slowly raised his hands, unwilling but helpless, and said tiredly: "I lost. I didn't expect that the sharp power in your eyes could blind the heart."

(End of this chapter)