One sword cuts through the nine heavens

Wang Chong thought in his heart: "Situ Depei? Could it be Situ Youdao from the Eight Shows of Yangzhou, the man named Depei? Could this person be my senior brother?"

Wang Chong thought for a moment, then pushed up the table and broke into the private room without anyone asking for help.

The young men and women who were watching the excitement couldn't help but be stunned when they saw Wang Chong suddenly barging in. Fortunately, he was only eleven or twelve years old, so he was too young, otherwise he would have been kicked out by this group of extremely ambitious young men and women. .

A beautiful girl in a yellow shirt said softly: "We are a gathering of friends, but we do not welcome outsiders. Where are your adults? Go and find them!"

How audacious is Wang Chong? Even Emei dares to take a walk, and of course he won't have stage fright.

He folded his wrists with both hands, arched them slightly, and said with a smile: "I am Tang Jingyu from Yangcheng. I just heard someone calling Brother Depei by his name, but is it Situ Youdao from Yangzhou?"

Although Wang Chong was an uninvited guest, he had an extraordinary bearing and was not looked down upon by anyone.

The scholar who had just climbed up the stairs held a bamboo chopstick in his hand, smiled slightly, and said, "It turns out that I was a child prodigy who won the title of Scholar at the age of nine and was famous in eighty cities in two provinces. I am Situ Youdao."

Wang Chong really didn't know that the literary name "Tang Jingyu" was so popular that even Situ Youdao in Yangzhou had heard about it, and he couldn't help but feel a little relieved.

Originally, he just bumped into him head-on and prepared a lot of words. If Situ Youdao was really one of the Eight Young Talents in Yangzhou, he would naturally find ways to "properly" make friends with him. Since the other party had heard of "his" name, there was no need to say much.

Several young men and women from the Yang and Cao families present here are from martial arts families, and they don't care much about the reputation of a scholar. However, I heard Situ Youdao mentioned that this boy was awarded the title of scholar at the age of nine. He is a famous little prodigy, but his attitude is still a little bit... Soothing and looked up a little.

The Twelve Master Cao Pai also held a bamboo chopstick in his hand and said with a smile: "Brother Jingyu is here just in time. Please come to the table and watch me and Situ Depei compete with each other in swordsmanship."

Wang Chong did not refuse. He slightly cupped his hands and sat down under Situ Youdao. His attitude was neither humble nor arrogant, and was quite in the style of the Wei and Jin Dynasties. Especially since he was so young, he made all the young men and women present admire him.

Cao Pi raised the bamboo chopsticks in his hand and shouted: "I will come again to learn Brother Situ's Wanli Fenghou Sword!"

Situ Youdao pointed out the bamboo chopstick in his palm and said with a loud smile: "Twelve Masters, please!"

The two were sparring with swords in the air, and the two bamboo chopsticks were exquisitely outlined. Every move and every move contained the principles of superior martial arts.

Wang Chong looked at it for a moment, but felt a little bored. He was not a master of martial arts, but a monk. When he thought of swordsmanship, it was the art of flying swords to cut off the heads of enemies across thousands of miles.

The two's martial arts skills have not yet reached the innate level, and they cannot release their true energy. Therefore, their sword fights in the air are just a matter of changing moves and sword fights, which can be called very "elegant".

But when you think about it with someone like Wang Chong, why bother to expend such effort? If you really want to compete with swords, his Yuanyang sword pierced directly, and ten Situ Depei, plus ten twelve men of the Cao family, were also together. account.

No matter how subtle the changes in swordsmanship are, if the sword in your hand is not sharp enough and the shot is not fast enough, it will still be just a silver-like wax spear head.

Otherwise, how could the Dao Sect Flying Sword have two methods of refining the form and refining the quality?

Cao Pi fought with Situ Youdao for nearly a hundred moves, and his forehead was gradually dripping with sweat. He thought to himself: "Situ Depei is indeed worthy of being called Wanli Feihong. The Wanli Fenghou Sword is really powerful. Our master's sword is really powerful." Jinshi swordsmanship focuses on changes in internal energy, and is inferior in terms of moves."

Cao Pi was a bold man, so he shouted immediately, shook the bamboo chopsticks in his hand eight times, forced Situ Youdao to retreat, then threw down the bamboo chopsticks in his hand and shouted: "The Wanli Fenghou Sword is indeed unparalleled, I have the best tricks." , It’s really not as good as it is. It’s just that Cao Twelve is not convinced and wants to really ask for advice. How about we go outside?"

Situ Youdao shouted: "Okay! Just as Twelve Lang asked." The two of them walked away and jumped out of the window one after another.

Situ Youdao touched it on his waist, and a soft sword popped out, shining with cold light under the sun.

Among the Cao family's children, some had already prepared their long swords and threw them out with shaking hands. Cao Pi caught the long sword in the air and did not draw the sword. He just held the hilt and shook it gently, and the scabbard came off. Flying out, the long sword in his hand held a sword flower, pointing directly at the five large acupuncture points on Situ Youdao's shoulder and back.

The two of them were already fighting in mid-air, and their swords were crossed several times. Cao Pi's feet landed on the ground, and he felt a lightness in his hands. When he raised his hands to look, his face was filled with embarrassment. In his hand was a long sword of hundred-refined steel that he bought with a lot of money. , has been broken into two pieces, and there is only half a broken sword in his hand.

Situ Youdao did not take the opportunity to draw his sword. He put his long sleeves away and put away the soft sword. He smiled slightly and said, "The Furong sword passed down from my family is quite sharp. It hurt Twelve Lang's sword. I'm really sorry!"

He wanted to explain a few words and stop fighting, but Wang Chong said with a smile upstairs: "I just happened to get a sword recently, so I borrowed it from my brother Cao for a sword competition!"

Wang Chong originally stole the magic bag of Qin Xu, the red line master, which contained more than ten swords used by Jianghu heroes. They were too big to take out, so he chose a soft sword and pretended to take it out from his arms!

Cao Pi was about to refuse, but when Wang Chong took out the soft sword, he could no longer take his eyes away.

This soft sword is called Pan Chi!

Coiled into a ball, black and inconspicuous.

Wang Chong shook his hand casually, and it suddenly turned into a long sword with cold light. Just by looking at the appearance, one could tell that it must be a magical weapon that can blow hair and break hair, and cut iron like clay.

Wang Chong didn't show off any swordsmanship. He took out a wine cup, but the sword passed lightly in front of him, and the wine cup didn't move at all. Wang Chong stretched out his hand and lifted it gently, and there was a porcelain ring in his hand. The upper half of the wine cup had been cut off, and it was shortened by three points out of thin air.

Everyone in the audience exclaimed that no one had ever seen such a sharp sword. The Twelve Masters of the Cao family asked themselves that they had seen many good swords, but they had never seen such a good sword.

Even Situ Youdao was shocked and thought to himself: "The sharpness of this sword is unparalleled, far better than the Furong Sword passed down by my family. If Cao Pi fights with me with this sword, wouldn't it be wrong if he hurt the Furong Sword?" Are you ashamed of your ancestors?"

Situ Youdao's Lotus Sword was passed down from his ancestors. How could he be willing to confront Pan Chi head-on?

Wang Chong smiled and threw down the Pan Chi sword. Cao Pi really couldn't bear to refuse, so he took the Pan Chi soft sword and played with it for a while, then reluctantly said: "Such a magic sword is hard to find with ten thousand gold. I and I Stuart Deppe competes with swords, and if the sword is damaged in any way, I can't afford compensation!"

Cao Pi raised his head and said to Situ Youdao: "This sword competition is over now. I surrender! My swordsmanship is indeed inferior to Brother Depei's."

When Situ Youdao heard this, a big stone fell in his heart. How could he not be afraid of breaking his Lotus Sword?