Women's First Swordsman [Transmigration Book]

As soon as this remark came out, the audience fell silent.

Usually Chaoshengge is a yin and yang sect, but today he was ridiculed by a "girl" in front of people from all walks of life.

The chivalrous man who had suffered under the hands of Chao Shengge was secretly happy, and at the same time, he was sweating for Mu Bai.

It is well known that Chaoshengge cares about face the most, Elder Meng's heart is as sharp as a needle, and Nanfengyi is not magnanimous... huh?

The master of Nanfeng Pavilion, who was not too tolerant, covered his mouth and coughed, then lowered his face and said in a good voice: "I said, if you are not satisfied with the result, you can smoke again..."

Mu Bai twitched the corners of his lips: "No need, it's just you."

When everyone saw him draw out his sword and point it at Nan Fengyi, they were all in an uproar.

It is rare for the master of Nanfeng Pavilion to open his mouth to give in, but this "girl" didn't go down the steps, and even wanted to compete with him.

Crazy?

The senior sisters of Qinglian Valley have all stood up, clenched their fists and stared at the arena.

Qin Jiuge opened his mouth several times to tell Mu Bai not to be impulsive, but finally swallowed.

Nan Fengyi's face was ugly: "I have given you the maximum..."

"Stop talking nonsense." Mu Bai had lost his patience, "If you don't fight, you will admit defeat."

He was really disgusted by Chao Shengge's secret operation, and he couldn't understand that the other party tripped him first, and then turned around and pretended to be a good guy here.

"……beat."

Nan Fengyi picked up the guqin and walked down the steps.

Mu Bai retreated to the other side of the ring, waited for him to stand still on the opposite side, and saluted with his fists clasped.

Nan Fengyi nodded: "You go first."

Mu Bai would not give in to each other with him, so at the beginning of the competition, he raised his sword and walked over quickly.

He kept his senior sister's advice in mind, and did not use the Xuanhemen movement technique on stage, but the basic skills of being as light as a swallow have not been practiced in vain, and the speed is still astonishingly fast.

Nan Fengyi didn't expect his attack to be so swift and fierce, his pupils shrank suddenly, and the moment the sword tip pierced, he used the back of the piano body to counteract it, making the sound of gold and stone.

Mubai narrowed his eyes slightly.

The material of this qin is tough, compared to ordinary wooden qin, it seems to be made of stone.

On the high platform, Luo Wangchuan's eyebrows and eyes moved slightly.

Nan Fengyi probably planned to use this piano to deal with him.

Mubai retreated with one blow, and while retracting the sword, he thought that the whole body of the Qinglian sword was made of bronze, and compared with Tianyu Liufang, the blade was blunt and heavy, so it would be difficult to cause substantial damage to the zither.

And the body of this piano is not small, and it can be used as half a shield in Nan Fengyi's hands. It is extremely difficult to hit the opponent's vital points under such circumstances...

"Zheng-"

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the piano.

Different from Elder Meng, Nan Fengyi's internal force in plucking the strings is obviously deeper, the strings vibrate and hum, although it is not as harsh as scratching the bottom of the pot, the mental interference and damage to the eardrum are not much less effective.

Just one sound made Mubai's head dizzy, and his temples throbbed with pain.

He couldn't think at all, and swiped his sword indiscriminately, all falling on the back of the piano body.

Nan Fengyi plucked the piano with his backhand, and the waves of sound washed away his consciousness.

Although Qin Yin's attack concentrated on Mu Bai alone, everyone on the high platform far away was also affected.

They covered their ears and looked at the venue with a little more pity.

Even after such a distance, I feel a headache, and the "girl" is facing her head-on, I'm afraid her head is about to split open.

The truth is pretty much what they thought.

Blood oozed from Mubai's pinnae, and his eyes were uncontrollably red.

He closed his eyes, and the sound of the piano echoed more vividly in his mind.

In a daze, Mu Bai remembered the night he fought Luo Wangchuan.

In the previous decades, Nan Fengyi had been defeated by Luo Wangchuan, and he had also fought against Luo Wangchuan, and he still clearly remembered Jianchi's fighting skills.

Different from Mubai's talent and applying what he has learned, Luo Wangchuan's powerful sword skills are based on decades of practice without sleep and food. He eats and sleeps with the sword and is inseparable. He has already reached the realm of the unity of man and sword .

There is no cheat book for the Liufeng Huixue sword, all combat skills are engraved in Luo Wangchuan's bones, and every sword is instinctive.

By the way, instinct.

Although Nan Fengyi's piano sound is powerful, it cannot stop her instinct.

If you don't think about it, you will be less disturbed by it.

Mu Bai is used to thinking and observing opponents in battle, but he has never followed his instinct.

After figuring this out, he began to try to get rid of the complicated thoughts in his mind and forget all the skills he had learned.

Nan Feng suggested that Mu Bai should keep his eyes closed, and when he saw the right moment, he drew out the Qin Zhongjian and stabbed straight at it.

Sensing the danger, Mubai leaned back with his heels as the center of gravity, avoiding the sword.

Nan Fengyi frowned.

There was interference from the sound of the piano, and Mu Bai closed his eyes again. Logically speaking, it was difficult to detect that he had drawn his sword in time.Moreover, his expression was too calm when facing the sword tip, and his dodging movements were like a sleeping person sleepwalking, without any rules to follow.

What is this...

Mu Bai's mind went blank, and even the sound of the piano was blocked.

At the same time, something hidden deep in the memory gradually came to life.

Like a sprout sprouting from the ground, a melodious and beautiful flute sound played faintly, lingering in my mind.

It was a tune he was very familiar with.

Nan Fengyi's sword failed, and he plucked the strings again to increase the interference, but Mu Bai seemed not to have heard it, and stabbed with his sword with his eyes closed.

His stabbing speed was extremely fast, and the angle was too tricky, penetrating like drizzle.

Nan Fengyi kept moving the guqin to resist, and the tip of the blade landed on the qin with swift and agile thorns, like rain on bamboo leaves.

"What a fast sword."

"It's really fast, but it's just that the sword is drawn at such a high speed, I'm afraid it won't last long..."

On the ring, Nan Fengyi was surprised to find that a hole had been pierced through the body of his piano somewhere by a sword.

If this continues, the piano will be scrapped again.

But at this moment, the stabbing sword suddenly stopped.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

Good guy, the sword has finally stopped... what? !

In Nan Fengyi's line of sight, Mu Baiwu bent down and used the strength of his waist to drive the blade to spin rapidly, and the sword light turned into a silver light strangling towards him.

There was an ear-piercing sound as the body of the piano rubbed against the edge of the sword, and sparks burst out.

He had already been pushed to a corner of the ring by the successive stabs, and now he had nowhere to hide from the large-scale whirling slash.

The body of the piano was finally overwhelmed, and it cracked with a "click", and the strings broke.

The Qingyue flute sound that echoed in my mind suddenly rose, like a phoenix bird flying out of the bamboo forest.

Mu Bai obeyed his instinct and drew his sword, and the bright silver light pierced through the air, unparalleled in sharpness.

There was no murderous intent in that sword intent, but it was extremely dangerous. Nan Fengyi completely subconsciously threw the Duanqin and jumped off the ring.

The sword wind brushed past him and landed on the ground outside the arena, cutting a crack several feet deep, which was still deepening with the erosion of the sword.

If the sword really hit him, I'm afraid...

Everyone on the high platform had already held their breath when Mu Bai swirled and slashed. Now, looking at the earth-shattering sword on the ground, their throats tightened and they were speechless.

Nan Fengyi took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "I lost."

Meng Shu opened her eyes, swallowed, and then announced with difficulty: "In the second round, Qinglian Valley Qin Mubai wins!"

That flute sound also came to an end, as continuous as fine snow, gradually returning to the cage with thoughts, and stopped abruptly the moment the sound was heard.

Mu Bai looked at Mengshu under the ring, and at Nan Fengyi, feeling a little dazed.

"……I won?"

Nan Fengyi nodded: "You won."

His expression was extremely complicated. After a while, he sighed and asked in a low voice: "Can you tell me, what is the name of the sword technique you just used?"

Mubai thought for a while, then rolled his eyes and smiled: "It's slanting rain falling on the bamboo."

He Shi Shiran left the arena and walked up the wooden ladder. Before reaching the high platform, all the senior sisters cheered and greeted him: "Xiaobai is amazing!"

Huamei pulled him forward: "Junior Sister Bai is getting more and more promising, it really gives Qingliangu a face."

"Look at that one over there—the one from Yushu Villa. I just saw him writing. I guess this conference is over. When you go back, you will knock Nan Fengyi off the list."

Mubai: "..."

To tell the truth, he had already been pushed down.

This contest pushed the atmosphere of the martial arts conference to an all-time high. Except for all the members of Chaoshengge who looked uneasy, other sects and people from all over the world gave their applause without hesitation. It was very enthusiastic.

——After a brief sensation, the competition continued.

The first appointment lasted for two hours before it came to an end.

While sorting out the promotion list and arranging the order of the next round, Luo Wangchuan came to the front of the Qinglian Valley camp.

"Miss Qin, with your strength, I think we will meet in a decisive battle."

Mu Bai was not humble either, he cupped his hands and said, "At that time, Sect Leader Luo will go all out and don't need to be merciful."

Luo Wangchuan took a deep look at him and nodded, "Okay."

After he left, Qin Jiuge turned his head and asked, "Xiaobai, are you sure about the head of Shangluo?"

After watching the scene just now, she was shocked and at the same time completely believed in Mu Bai's strength, and also realized that she had always underestimated her young master.

Mu Bai rolled his eyes: "Master Luo is recognized as a strong man, I can win against Nan Fengyi, but it's not certain that I can match him."

The key point is that he can't use the Xuanhemen movement technique, and loses the advantage of restraint, besides... he used the Qinglian sword technique in front of Luo Wangchuan last time.

At that time, the night was dark and the wind was high, and the people around might not be able to see clearly, but Luo Wangchuan had experienced the power of the sword formation, and it would be easy to be discovered if he used it again.

With Luo Wangchuan's obsession with sword skills, he must get to the bottom of it. If his senior sister knows that Treading Xue also uses the same Qinglian sword technique, it will be troublesome to explain.

Mubai thought over and over again, and decided to admit defeat if he couldn't bear it when the time came, since it wouldn't do much good if he won anyway.

Under the high platform, the list for the second round of the competition has been arranged, Meng Shu stood on the stage, and read out the names of the opponents aloud: "The first game of the second round, Yi Qingxue of Xuanhemen, yes, Wanjing and Sijiang Cijing. "

The Wan Jing Division is organized by the imperial court and does not participate in the Jianghu gathering. Only Jiang Cijing came here.

He stood at the entrance of the wooden stairs next to the Lingyun Palace camp, still handsome with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, but his face was a bit suspiciously red.

Seeing him raise his hand, Mu Bai shouted, "I admit defeat."

On the other side, Yi Qingxue was ready to take the stage, and looked a little dazed in the face of the sudden victory.

"Yi Qingxue wins!"

"Next scene: Qinglian Valley Qin Mubai, yes, Master Kongyuan of Konggu Temple."

Mu Bai raised his eyebrows.

Could it be that this rhythm is for him to clear the top ten guys?

He picked up the sword and stepped onto the ring, saluted Master Kong Yuan.

"Amitabha——" Master Kong Yuan folded his hands together, and said slowly, "I was lucky enough to witness the duel between the little benefactor and the master of the Nanfeng Pavilion just now... I think the benefactor has a very good foundation, why don't you become a monk with the old monk and convert to Buddhism."

Mubai: "..."

Master Kong Yuan seems to like accepting disciples very much, maybe he wants to kidnap himself back and shave his head bald.

He quickly waved his hand and said, "No, Master, I'm already married."

Master Kong Yuan's eyes lit up: "It's not impossible for lay disciples."