Goddess Summoning System

Chapter 131 The sword also has a heart.

Dongfang Qinghou held the hilt of the long sword between his hands, and gave a standard sword salute to the man in Tsing Yi in front of him.

"Please advise sir."

"it is good."

The man in Tsing Yi smiled, and stretched his hand towards the air, a three-foot-long long green object appeared in the man's palm, upon closer inspection, it was a long green bamboo.

Dongfang Qinghou looked at this long green bamboo and frowned again and again. After hesitating for a while, he finally couldn't help but asked, "Sir, do you want to compete with me with this thing?"

"Using bamboo as a sword, using bamboo instead of a sword, why not?"

"Then Mr. is too underestimating the sword in my hand. My sword is called Shentang. If I submerged in the hot oil pan, I will directly pierce the oil pan without hindrance, and take the sword in my hand. There won't be a drop of oil stains attached to the body, and the sharpness is not much to say, the bamboo sword of the master, I am afraid it will be cut off with a light touch."

Dongfang Qinghou said in a deep voice: "Sir, let's change the sword. I hope that you can still take this competition seriously."

The man in Tsing Yi smiled slightly, "Indeed, for a swordsman, the quality of the sword undoubtedly determines how much the swordsman can exert his own strength."

"Since you know, sir, why—"

The man in Tsing Yi interrupted Dongfang Qinghou's words and then said calmly, "However, having no sword in his hand does not mean that the swordsman is useless. The most important thing for a swordsman is a sword heart. What is a sword heart? There are hills and valleys in the chest. Naturally, there is a sword, and this sword determines whether the swordsman is really strong. Although my hand is a thin and fragile bamboo, in the hands of a strong swordsman, it will not lose to an extremely sharp sword .”

Dongfang Qinghou nodded thoughtfully, and bowed to the man in Tsing Yi with his sword in his hand, "I remember what you said, Qinghou, but Qinghou still doesn't believe that you can defeat me with just a thin bamboo."

Sensing the slight arrogance in Dongfang Qinghou's words, the man in Tsing Yi smiled lightly and said softly, "Well, if you can use the heavy soup in your hand to cut off the thin bamboo in my hand, I will kill the master of the Jiange Pavilion." Send it to you."

Dongfang Qinghou raised his brows with joy, and quickly asked, "Sir, are you serious?"

The man in green nodded and said, "Of course, if you lose, there will be some punishment."

Dongfang Qinghou didn't seem to care about the punishment spoken by the man in Tsing Yi, and said with a sword salute, "Then don't blame Qinghou for trying his best."

"Do your best, so that you can be convinced."

Dongfang Qinghou cut it immediately, pulled up a sword flower and stabbed straight at the man in Tsing Yi, but the man in Tsing Yi did not rush, and only moved a step when Dongfang Qinghou's sword approached, dodging the sword thrust .

It's just that Dongfang Qinghou seemed to have expected this too. With a turn of his wrist, the blade of the sword turned accordingly, changing from stabbing to crosscutting.

There was a hint of admiration in the eyes of the man in Tsing Yi, but the bamboo sword in his hand was not slow at all. With a wave of his hand, the bamboo sword slapped heavily on Dongfang Qinghou's wrist holding the sword. The strong pain made Dongfang Qinghou involuntarily Letting go of his hand, the Shentang sword fell immediately, the tip of the sword directly sank into the hard ground, it looked exactly like Dongfang Qinghou said, this Chentang sword was indeed extremely sharp.

"For a swordsman, losing his sword is equivalent to losing something. I don't need to explain this truth." The man in blue looked at Dongfang Qinghou and said indifferently, and a purple scar had already appeared on Dongfang Qinghou's wrist.

Dongfang Qinghou was silent, and quietly picked up the Shentang sword on the ground and performed a sword salute, but the man in Tsing Yi could clearly notice that Dongfang Qinghou's wrist was shaking slightly, obviously the purple scar on his wrist was still continuing. Play a role.

"If you can't hold the sword, you can admit defeat." The man in Tsing Yi smiled softly.

Dongfang Qinghou heard the huge pain coming from his wrist, gritted his teeth and clenched the hilt of the sword again with all his strength.

"drink!"

Dongfang Qinghou suddenly raised his eyes, his body shot forward like a cannonball that had escaped from the barrel, and the Shentang sword in his hand stabbed at the man in Tsing Yi like a silver light.

"The speed is good," the man in Tsing Yi said lightly, "Unfortunately—"

The man in Tsing Yi didn't even move his body when facing the silver light, he raised his hand and waved the bamboo sword casually.It's just that this time the place where the bamboo sword slapped was not Dongfang Qinghou's wrist, but the sinking sword in his hand.

"There is more than enough heart but not enough strength."

I saw that the bamboo sword hit the sword body of Shen Tangjian, and because of the power transmitted by the bamboo sword, Shen Tangjian deviated from its original track.Even Dongfang Qinghou was guided by the Shentang sword in his hand, and finally fell to the ground together with the sword.

The man in Tsing Yi lowered his eyes to look at Dongfang Qinghou, who was ashamed and covered in dust, and said calmly, "Although your explosive power is good, you seem to have poured all your true energy into your speed, causing your sword to look majestic, but it is actually unbearable." One blow. How can you cut off this thin bamboo in my hand with a sword without power?"

Dongfang Qinghou remained silent, stood up holding the Shentang sword in his hand, and once again saluted the man in Tsing Yi. This time, the Shentang sword was in his hand from the beginning to the end.

……

thump—

This time, the green-robed man fell directly into the pond with his sword in hand. The water soaked the man's entire robe, making the man's broad physique faintly visible.

The green-robed man was half-kneeling in the pond while holding onto the blade of his sword tightly, and from time to time crystal water droplets would fall from his chiseled profile face, causing splashes of water to splash.

The man's heavy panting sounded from time to time, and after a few seconds of calming down, the man in green robe raised his star eyes again and looked at the man in green robe by the pond.

"Come again."

……

This time, a bright red mark appeared on the surface of Dongfang Qinghou's arm. At this time, no part of Dongfang Qinghou's body was intact, and even the blue robe on his body was torn one after another.

The man in Tsing Yi frowned at the red seal on Dongfang Qinghou's arm, and said, "Why don't you avoid it?"

"It can't be avoided." Dongfang Qinghou replied.

Hearing this answer, the man in Tsing Yi said calmly, "Just now you can avoid it by letting go of your hand, I believe you can do it."

Dongfang Qinghou panted and shook his head, "The sword is with the people, and the sword is dead and the people are dead. You can't avoid it."

The man in Tsing Yi sneered, "Well, I can't dodge it. If what I was holding was a real sword just now, and one of your arms just disappeared, would you still choose not to dodge it?"

Dongfang Qinghou remained silent, then nodded, which was his answer.

"Foolishness!"

The man in Tsing Yi said calmly: "Let me ask you, people are alive, but is the sword alive?"

"Yes." Dongfang Qinghou replied without the slightest hesitation.

"Since that's the case, when you think you can't avoid it, will you think the same about the sinking sword in your hand? Watching you lose an arm, in exchange for being unable to be held by the master again, Do you think it is really so willing?" The man in Tsing Yi walked up to Dongfang Qinghou and stretched out his hand.Dongfang Qinghou hesitated for a while, and finally raised his hand and placed the Shentang Sword in the palm of the man in Tsing Yi.

The man in green looked at Shen Tangjian quietly, and then said, "People have feelings, and the sword also has feelings. I can feel its resistance to me, and even its dissatisfaction with me."

The man in Tsing Yi raised his two fingers together and gently moved upwards along the silver sword body of Shen Tang Sword.

"Sometimes, putting it down is a better way to pick it up. The sword is loyal. Once it recognizes you, it will never betray you again. The sword is with the person, and the sword is with the person. The main body of this sentence is not with the person. It's about the sword."

(End of this chapter)