Sharpen the knife without accidentally cutting the vegetable bow [E-sports]

Chapter 251

"That saber at Vatican Temple that day?"

Hearing Chen Xingran's words, Mu Lao narrowed his muddy eyes slightly: "That saber is indeed powerful, but it is still a bit inferior to my Mu family's Liufeng Fuhu Dao. It's far away. If there is such a so-called true meaning of martial arts, my Mu Family Saber should be the leader."

Elder Mu's tone was quite confident, and everyone present also agreed.

The Mu Family's Liufeng Fuhu Knife is astonishingly powerful, and the meaning of the knife has reached perfection. How can there be a stronger knife technique than it in this world?

"It's not the flick of the eagle that day."

Chen Xingran shook his head.

Elder Mu was startled: "No?"

Chen Xingran smiled, and said: "This sword was created by me. It gathers the strengths of hundreds of schools, gathers energy and concentrates, goes forward indomitably, and can be broken by gods and ghosts."

"Created by you? Gathering the strengths of hundreds of schools...Can gods and ghosts be broken?"

Elder Mu sneered: "What a big tone."

Even his Liufeng Subduing Tiger Knife dare not boast so much.

Enraged by Chen Xingran's arrogance, he leaned on his cane and stood up: "Bring the knife."

"Old Mu?!"

The people next to him quickly stopped.

Elder Mu is already getting old, even the strongest fighters can't stop the erosion of time. If Elder Mu wanted to go forward to fight when he was young, everyone would love to hear it. Unfortunately, he is old and his body is not as good as it is. Before that, he was in awe, and Xia Miao, who was sitting in the chairman's seat, also spoke to stop him.

But Mr. Mu was extremely determined. He didn't listen to dissuasion, stood up, and seeing that the people around him refused to move, he went straight to the weapon rack under the ring, took a knife, and then walked onto the ring.

His figure is old, and his silvery hair moves with the wind, but he can still see the vigor and vigor of his youth.

The weapon in his hand is a seedling knife.

The appearance of the Miao Dao is very similar to that of the Tang Dao, but the difference is that it is a two-handed sword.The knife is five feet long, with a slender blade, shaped like a seedling.

Holding Miao Dao in his hand, Old General Mu stepped onto the ring, his momentum suddenly changed, his back that was originally old and stooped was straightened, like a veteran on the battlefield, as heavy as Mount Tai.

"Old Mu's aura..."

"The precious sword is not old... It is indeed the strongest recognized in the ancient martial arts world back then."

"Unfortunately, if Mr. Mu were younger, maybe we would have seen a wonderful battle."

"Six Seals Subduing Tiger Knife... If you are lucky enough to see this move today, your trip will not be in vain."

Everyone in the audience discussed.

The younger generation in the ancient martial arts world may only know that Mr. Mu is a respected senior in the ancient martial arts world, but there are also many veteran martial artists in their 60s and [-]s. When they were young, they met Mr. Mu. The look of the prime.

Warriors are proud and arrogant, and it is not easy to really respect a warrior if they want to convince them.The reason why Mu Dong was able to be popular in the ancient martial arts world, and even if the open sect wanted to become popular, he had to get Mu Dong's nod and approval. One can imagine how profound his power is.

There are two people on the stage, one old and one young, with a gap of several decades between their ages.Two fighters from different eras, when they stood on the ring side, it suddenly gave people a strange feeling.

As if breaking the barrier of time, martial arts kings from two different eras and different worlds meet here.

The king does not see the king.

Elder Mu stood still on the stage, looking at the Miao Dao in his hand, with nostalgia in his eyes, he raised his head, and said, "The Liufeng Fuhu Dao was created by our ancestors of the Mu family. During the war, countless enemies were killed with this sword. , made great achievements in battle, and based on this, the descendants passed it down from generation to generation and continued to develop and improve it. In my generation, the Liufeng Fuhu Saber has reached perfection."

Chen Xingran looked at him, and suddenly felt that the old Mu in front of him was a bit like an old acquaintance in his previous life.

Xiao Chun Dao Wang Ran.

Like Mu Lao, Wang Ran is also a proud and self-confident person, and his Xiaochun Dao was also passed down from his ancestors.But unlike Mr. Mu, Wang Ran is an out-and-out openist.When Wang Ran wanted to revise the family sword tree, he was opposed by everyone in the Wang family, who believed that Wang Ran's move was ignorant of ancestors and outrageous.

But Wang Ran never listened to the opinions of these mediocre people, he insisted on going his own way, and continued to improve and improve by learning other sects' sword techniques, and finally created his own sword technique, earning the great reputation of Xiaochun Dao.Before Chen Xingran appeared, Wang Ran had always been the well-deserved No.1 Path of the Sword.For Chen Xingran, Wang Ran is not only his biggest opponent in martial arts, but also his most respectable friend.

It's a pity that Wang Ran is not in this world, otherwise, Chen Xingran really wanted Wang Ran to stand up and have a good discussion with Mr. Mu in front of him.

Elder Mu looked at Chen Xingran, and said in a deep voice, "You should be optimistic about my knife."

Chen Xingran suppressed the look of nostalgia in his eyes, nodded, and said, "Please."

Elder Mu took a deep breath and closed his eyes. At this moment, his old age and twilight seemed to have completely disappeared, and a blush appeared on his wrinkled face, as if suddenly returning to the light, and his momentum suddenly changed.

Chen Xingran narrowed his eyes, and his eyes became serious.

The next moment, Elder Mu drew his sword.

——Chunlai, I will not open my mouth, which insect dares to make a sound!

Clang! !

The sound of the saber resounded in an instant, and like a firecracker, Mr. Mu's body exploded with a thunderclap from inside, and the wind erupted extremely fiercely. It made clouds and rain, covering Elder Mu's body in it, loose and harmonious, terrifying!

Roar--

In a daze, Chen Xingran seemed to see a ferocious hungry tiger, and he could only hear a tiger's roar resounding in his ears, accompanied by the light of Mu Lao's knife, like a waterfall of the Milky Way Nine Heavens rewinding, covering the his whole body.

Such a situation can only happen when the saber intent reaches a certain level!

Chen Xingran's body trembled uncontrollably.

It's not fear, but excitement, the excitement that makes the blood boil in a moment.

He likes this knife!

Facing Mr. Mu's saber light and the lingering saber intent, Chen Xingran took a step back, breathed a sigh of relief, bent slightly, and grasped the handle of the saber with his right hand.

Long Ying had already been put into the sheath at some point, the sharp edge was completely covered up, all the sounds in the world were instantly cleared, the light seemed to freeze in an instant, and collapsed into the sheath.

The whole audience stopped breathing.

"Lingling..."

In the strong wind brought by the Liufeng Fuhu Knife, the Buddhist beads hanging on Longying's scabbard fluttered like wind chimes, and the collision made a sound of "Lingling". Although it is not big, it is extremely clear!

Then...

Chen Xingran drew his sword!

"Zheng!!"

When the big river splashes down, it suddenly loses its torrential flow! !

Long Ying suddenly unsheathed!It seems that there is a more majestic and louder dragon roar than the tiger's roar resounding through the world, a pouring waterfall is suddenly frozen, and there seems to be the sound of thunder rolling in the sky, and the sword light is like a thunderbolt dragon Snakes make your scalp tingle.

There seemed to be a thunderbolt rising from the ground, trampling the roaring hungry tiger into pieces!

The thunder and wind frame the rain like a mad arrow, and Wuji hides the sword to kill the evil! !

Hundred schools of thought were condensed, thunder was rolling, and the moment Chen Xingran drew his sword, he seemed to have entered that enlightened realm again. All his spirit and strength seemed to be condensed into substance, injected into the dragon cherry in his hand, and his vitality surged to an unprecedented level. the point.

This feeling is carefree and wanton, fleeting, but in the eyes of everyone, they can't feel Chen Xingran's feeling, they can only see a beam of knife light that is fast to the extreme, piercing the sky——

clang! !

When Miao Dao collided with Tang Dao, it was like a bell ringing and rumbling.

It is clear that this is reality and not a game, but everyone seems to have seen an extremely gorgeous picture scroll. The two condensed swords are like a storm, constantly tearing and entangled, sweeping away like a wind blowing the remaining clouds. It is so shocking that people can't help themselves!

"Crack-"

The sound of metal breaking sounded.

Everyone came back to their senses, heard the sound and looked.

All the wind and rain dissipated, half of the blade fell to the ground, and there was a clanging sound.

Chen Xingran's Long Ying stopped in front of Mu Lao and did not move.

Like the silence after a heavy thunderstorm, the frightening scene of sword entanglement just now is just an illusion, the real time is only a moment of flashing of the sword, and then the victory and defeat have been decided.

Elder Mu held a half-cut Miao Dao in his hand, and still maintained the posture of drawing the saber. His expression was stunned, and there was an unbelievably shocked look between his brows.

Chen Xingran's face was calm, and with a movement of his wrist, with a "shua", Long Ying was sheathed.

It seemed as if nothing had happened, the clouds were light and the wind was light, the white clouds were misty, and the plum blossoms in light ink were falling, which set off each other with the teenagers on the ring, like a poem and a picture.

"This knife is... what's its name?"

Old Mu opened his mouth blankly, his wrinkles seemed to be getting older, Chen Xingran cut off his Liufeng Fuhu Saber, cut off his fine iron Miao Dao, and also cut off all his stubbornness and anger. arrogant.

"It's called Thunder."

Chen Xingran smiled and said.

The light in Mr. Mu's eyes seemed to go out, and he said hoarsely, "Jinglei...a good name."

Convulsive wind and light rain, its sound is like thunder.

The thunder suddenly appeared, Huang Quan did not look back.

"You are so young, you have such a saber intent."

Elder Mu shook his head and smiled faintly: "I am not as good as you, even if I am dozens of years younger, I am not as good as you."

"Old Mu is over the top."

Chen Xingran said: "As I said, Jinglei is a sword gesture created by the director of Jibaijia. It does not belong to me, nor is it monopolized by me."

"Are you willing to teach people such a knife?"

Elder Mu's tone was filled with despair and disbelief.

How could there be such a person in the world?

This knife strikes like thunder, like a dragon and a snake moving at night, like thunder in the ten moons of the Cangjiang River, all fancy saber skills and clumsy skills are childish and ridiculous in front of it, it can be called a master of saber skills.As Chen Xingran said before, if you go forward bravely, gods and ghosts can break it, as long as you are a martial artist, you will surrender under this sword.

It's too late for others to hide, but he is willing to teach?

"Why not?"

Chen Xingran said with a smile: "As long as you want to learn, I am willing to teach. I will teach until the world is full of heroes. If they all come to fight against me, what is there to be afraid of?"

The way of the knife is the way of the heart.Chen Xingran has a brave and aggressive side in his character, and he likes to be the first, which Chen Xingran himself has never denied.

But the number one in his heart is not the number one that he cherishes for himself, nor the number one that he is afraid of being surpassed by others, that is meaningless to him.

Elder Mu let out a miserable laugh and sighed, "I'm not as good as you."

Whether it's the knife or this kind of heart, he has suffered a crushing defeat.

Mu Laodao: "This is number one in the world, you can afford it."

Everyone in the audience gasped. They had never imagined such a situation. The always proud Elder Mu would have a day to admit that he was not as good as a human being. ?

"Chen Xingran!"

Luo Baibai honked the horn all the way with both hands, calling out the boy's name on the stage: "No. [-] in the world!"

Everyone came back to their senses, looked at each other, and they all responded.

"No. [-] in the world!"

"No. [-] in the world!"

"Chen Xingran, number one in the world!!"

The tide has come, and the new king is crowned.