The Taoist who invaded American comics

The mainstream swordsmanship in China is generally single sword and single sword that can be used to fight with one hand, and there are very few two-handed swords. There are many reasons for this, but the biggest reason is that the martial arts methods of ancient China were basically derived from battlefield military camps. In battlefield combat, if you don’t have armor, you will basically die, so you usually have a weapon in one hand and a shield in the other.

This also led to the spread of military camp battlefield martial arts to one-handed weapons in the arena. In addition, two-handed weapons were too bulky to travel in the arena, and one-handed swords gradually became the mainstream.

But this does not mean that the two-handed sword is bad. On the contrary, the two-handed sword is more powerful, because the power of one hand can never be compared to the power of both hands.

Wang Jing holds the sword in both hands, with his feet level up and down. His spine is slightly lowered and rises and falls slightly with his breathing. The ups and downs are like a flying dragon breathing clouds.

This magnificent momentum, like a divine dragon soaring into the clouds, made the warrior who was only a few steps away slightly lose his mind. How could such a small place have seen such a majestic momentum that swallowed up thousands of miles.

In this moment of confusion, Wang Jing came to him with his sword and slashed towards his neck.

The samurai is worthy of being a battle-hardened veteran. Although he underestimated the enemy's shoulder injury and was now stunned and stunned, he reacted quickly. At this moment, he did not try to distance himself, nor did he block with his sword. Instead, he gritted his teeth and abandoned the sword. His body shrank into a ball and hit Wang Jing's arms like a cannonball.

At the same time, he endured the severe pain in his shoulder, pulled out his waistband and stabbed Wang Jing hard in the waist. Japanese pirates usually carry three swords. In addition to the main weapons of tachi and katana, there is also a wakizashi short sword as a secondary weapon. This time, his back has no means of defense.

The almost tragic fighting style would lead to death with Wang Jing. If it were someone with low martial arts ability or a weak character, he would be in a hurry and even be killed.

But it's a pity that Wang Jing has never been an ordinary person. Not to mention his cultivation as a land god, his character has long been that of a real person, with a fiery Hunyuan.

His extraordinary swordsmanship and charisma were regarded by the Taoist who trained him as the person most likely to achieve immortality with the sword in a hundred years, and he was the pride of his generation in the advance legion.

Just as the warrior huddled up and ran into Wang Jing's arms, he felt his face heat up, and his eyes were covered by hot liquid. Wang Jing seemed to have no idea what he was doing with his sword, and he suddenly turned forward with a hard sword. The hilt of the sword hit the samurai's face hard, making a sound similar to a tomato being crushed.

"Ah" The samurai became even more ferocious under the severe pain. He accelerated his body regardless of it, and stabbed Wang Jing's waist and right hand in the ribs even more ferociously.

"Ha." Wang Jing snorted coldly. He was also aroused by the samurai's desperate fighting style. The dragon on his spine loosened and tightened instantly, making a banging sound. He clung to the samurai who fiercely hit him, and received a full impact.

At the same time, his two-handed sword became one-handed, and the five fingers of his right hand were shaped like a bird's beak, passing through his back in an encircling manner, and struck the warrior's shoulder joint like a sharp knife.

With a sound like the muffled sound of wood, the warrior's right hand was completely knocked out by Wang Jing, and the wakizashi in his hand instantly fell to the ground. The fierce thrust of Wang Jing's chest also made the warrior dizzy, with stars in his eyes. .

At the moment of release, Wang Jing's right knee was raised fiercely, knocking the warrior into the air instantly like a giant siege tree, and his feet suddenly lifted off the ground.

At this time, Wang Jing's eyes were so bright that they almost glowed. He held the sword with both hands again, and his wrists flicked like arrows.

Drawing, leading, lifting, blocking, striking, stabbing, tapping, collapsing, stirring, pressing, splitting, intercepting, washing, he used all the basic thirteen sword techniques on the warrior in just one second.

A second later, the warrior was lying on the ground like a tattered doll, and could only make hissing moans as he died.

Large clumps of blood on the inferior Japanese wooden floor soaked from under the samurai's body and spread to Wang Jing's soles in the blink of an eye.

Wang Jing held the sword with both hands, blood dripping from the smooth sword body onto the floor, and merged with the blood on the ground, just like they were one before.

Just reunited in a different place.

The long sword pierced the warrior's neck, nearly decapitating the warrior. Wang Jing was not satisfied. Instead, the sword bounced, and the warrior was beheaded again like tofu.

After bowing his head to the warrior, Wang Jing breathed a sigh of relief with a happy expression.

It had been a long time since he had fought like this without using his true energy and using only swordsmanship. It was just that this Japanese kid was not very good at striking and was a little unhappy.

"It's time to go." With a gentle rub of his hands, the Qi family knife shattered into smoke and dust.

Looking around, the entire room was in a mess, especially at Wang Jing's feet, which had been destroyed by the fight between the two.

The thick black blood and the ferocious head of the Japanese warrior. Although it was just a corpse, the tragic injuries of the warrior and the thick smell of blood in the air made this place feel like a Shura field.

Wang Jing chuckled nonchalantly, stretched out his foot and gently kicked away the warrior's dead-eyed head, and walked out of the house.

"Hey" Wang Jing felt something strange as soon as he kicked his head. The head that he thought he could easily kick away turned out to be as hard as a heavy iron ball.

He looked down and saw that the head, which had gradually lost its blood and vitality, had turned pitch black at some point, as if it had been fished out of black mud.

And along with the black color, the flesh and blood on the head seemed to have been left for several days and became rotten. The charred gums were clearly visible from the rotten face. The black flesh and blood were disconnected on the head, and the eyeballs fell out.

But that's not the most important thing. The most important thing is that the warrior's head was biting Wang Jing's right foot with his mouth open and rotten eyes open.

"Ah, this zombie." Wang Jing's heart skipped a beat, and a sense of fear that made his heart palpitate appeared in his heart.

It was a kind of sticky malice, as if the heart was covered with flesh-eating bugs, dirty fear, a kind of fear like a living body encountering a natural enemy, overwhelming, as if the whole world had turned into an ocean.

And he is a fragile sheep, with no way to escape and panic.

This is the instinctive fear of life

"This feeling" Wang Jing's heart beat violently, and he could not control his whole body trembling. The Xinqiu Han Sword instantly appeared in his hand, and he drew the sword and looked around.

But before Wang Jing could react, his eyes suddenly blurred, and the whole world became blurry in an instant, as if a huge kaleidoscope was spinning crazily in front of his eyes and the world was quickly peeled away.

His vision suddenly went dark, and when he regained consciousness, he saw a bald woman wearing a yellow cassock reaching out and touching his forehead.

It is the ancient one.

Thanks Yue Hei Feng Gao and Bai Bai for the tip to the little expert

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