The prince is very fierce

Xu Buling is less than 20 years old and ranks among the top martial arts masters. He has been familiar with martial arts since he was a child. If he can't learn to slash twenty-eight times, he won't need to practice martial arts in the future.

Although this sword was used for the first time, its movement and momentum were far deeper than that of Situ Huyu, who had been practicing for more than ten years, and it was only slightly more immature than Situ Yuejin.

Situ Yuejin's eyes showed a bit of astonishment. He thought that Xu Buling had secretly learned Situ's sword skills before. The blade was in front. At this time, he didn't have time to think about it. He hurriedly raised the nine-ring sword to block it in front of him, holding it with his left hand. Hold the back of the knife.

clang-

Xu Buling was holding a straight knife, which was much lighter than the nine-ring knife. The force was definitely not as strong as the heavy knife, but it also depends on the strength of the person using the knife!

The white clothes swept through the wind and snow, and the blade almost hit the thick nine-ring knife with a terrifying force.

At the same time as sparks flew everywhere, Situ Yuejin's arms shook violently, bending slightly and his whole body sank a little. Before he could backhand, the second knife fell again.

Dang-dang-dang-dang-...

Situ Yuejin had just fired twenty-eight swords in a row and was almost exhausted. Although it was not easy for Xu Buling to take the twenty-eight swords, the sword was young and energetic, and after all, the latter had greater potential.

Xu Buling got angry after being suppressed and slashed twenty-eight times, and in his rage he spared no force with his swords. Eunuch Jia once said, "A hundred sharp blows are not as good as one accurate one." Xu Buling deeply remembered this and never swung the sword randomly like a reckless man. Each sword hit the nine-ring sword accurately. On the gap of the blade, the gap visibly deepens to the naked eye, until more than an inch is penetrated into the blade, and it continues to chop downwards.

Twenty-eight-way serial knives are known for their simplicity and dominance. Simple things often mean high fault tolerance, just like Liuhe Gun's 'Zhongping Gun' and Zhu Liu's 'Shaking Mountain'. You can either force it or hide it. It's simple. , giving the opponent no chance to counterattack.

As the founder, Situ Yuejin understands the strengths and weaknesses of the twenty-eight-way serial knife better than anyone in the world. The advantage is that it is ingenious but not powerful and unstoppable. The disadvantage is that it consumes too much and can only cut twenty-eight cuts. Within twenty-eight swords, if the opponent is slightly negligent, he will be killed or disabled. If he tries to escape, he will be hit by at least one sword, and it is impossible to escape intact.

It was precisely because of this clear understanding that Situ Yuejin was retreating steadily and had no backhand, so he could only resist with the help of the nine-ring knife in his hand.

It's just that Xu Buling can catch Situ Yuejin's twenty-eight blows. Situ Yuejin, who has already fought one round, obviously can't catch Xu Buling's return.

After only nine blows, Situ Yuejin's jaws burst open, and blood oozed from the corners of his mouth with a groan. After the tenth blow, his knees could no longer support him and he knelt directly on the ground.

Once there is no way to retreat to relieve the force, all the force on the blade will be exerted on the body.

With the eleventh blow, Situ Yuejin's knees sank more than two inches into the mud.

The twelfth stabbing caused blood to spurt out of his mouth, which obviously shocked his lungs.

"drink"

Xu Buling followed him like a shadow. The moment he gained the upper hand, he immediately turned to holding the knife with both hands and slashed down with the force of "Cleaving Huashan Mountain".

A cold light flashed in the windy and snowy night, and then sparks burst out.

The unparalleled sharp drunken bamboo fell on the thick nine-ring knife. The big knife that had been cut with a big gap was broken immediately and continued to fall.

Situ Yuejin knelt on the ground, his hands bleeding profusely, the sword in his hand was broken, and there was no way to block it. There was a bit of shock in his eyes, and he looked straight at the blade hitting his forehead.

A charlatan will die sooner or later. The sword can come suddenly, but it cannot be too cowardly.

For Situ Yuejin, the sword was indeed caught off guard and he did not expect it at all.

However, after the bloody battle, he died majestically under the sword technique he created without being a coward at all. This was the ending he deserved after a lifetime of being a 'swordsman'.

Because of this, before his death, Situ Yuejin had no panic or fear.

However, the unstoppable blade did not fall on Situ Yuejin's head, but stopped abruptly in front of his forehead.

After Xu Bu Ling cut off the Nine Ring Knife, he withdrew his strength, held the knife with both hands, and forced it to stop in front of Situ Yuejin's head. The sharp blade did not move at all, and his chest heaved and panted like an ox.

"Hu~hu~"

The cold and snowy night suddenly became quiet, and the explosive battle turned to stagnation in just a moment. If it weren't for the still wind and snow, Zhongli, Chuchu and Nightingale would have thought that time had stopped instantly.

The two men were breathing loudly, beads of sweat fell on the snow, and bursts of white mist came out of their mouths and noses.

Situ Yuejin knelt on the ground and saw the blade on his forehead stopped. He sat on the snow out of exhaustion and gasped:

"What's the meaning?"

A large bead of sweat rolled down Xu Bu Ling's forehead. He calmed down for a moment before standing up straight. He inserted the long knife back into his waist with his backhand and slowly sheathed it:

"Good sword skills will belong to me from now on. I'll spare you this time. Your Situ family owes me a life, how about that?"

After the battle, Situ Yuejin had no strength left. He looked at the broken knife in his hand and threw it on the ground:

"It's up to you. If you don't kill me, I can't commit suicide."

A serious charlatan, he speaks so simply.

Xu Buling didn't need Situ Yuejin to make any promises. If he wanted to be shameless, he would keep it. If he was shameless, he wouldn't need such a bastard.

Then he turned around, picked up the long tree from the snow, and walked towards Zhui Fengma.

Situ Yuejin sat on the snow without getting up. He looked at Xu Buring's back and thought for a while:

"This sword complements you. After you master it, you will probably be invincible. The only people in the world who can defeat this sword are Li Hansheng, Zuo Qingqiu, and Eunuch Jia. The rest are all ants."

Xu Buring didn't respond, but raised his hand casually, then turned over and jumped onto the wind-chasing horse, heading towards the east.

The wind and snow are still there.

People are old and their swords are broken.

As a swordsman, there is nothing more miserable than this.

However, Situ Yuejin sat on the snow for a while, not showing any helplessness, but looking slightly satisfied.

This is the case with martial arts inheritance. It is passed on to the descendants of disciples, and it is also passed on to enemies. As long as you can kill someone with good kung fu, your opponent will have to use it even if they pinch their noses. If you use it, you can't get rid of the name of the founder, even if it's a life-or-death feud.

Situ Yuejin is the founder of the twenty-eight-way chain knife. I can see that the top heroes who will dominate the world in the next thirty years will use his sword skills. This is not the shame of the loser, but the incompetence in martial arts moves. Glory to the right hand of man. After practicing martial arts to this point, there is nothing to hurt the spring and the autumn...——

Tap tap tap

After Xu Buling defeated Situ Yuejin, he galloped on his horse and quickly left the snowy battlefield. After turning around the woods and out of Situ Yuejin's sight, he coughed a few times and raised his hands to open his sleeves.

Connecting Situ Yuejin's twenty-eight swords with all his strength, he was the only one in the world, so it was naturally impossible for him to do it lightly.

At this time, both arms were still swollen and tingling, with a blackish-green color. It was obvious that they had been strained due to excessive exertion. The shoulders, waist and legs that bear the force are also sore and unbearable. If I don't cultivate for a few days, I'm afraid the root cause of the disease will fall.

Xu Buling frowned, took out gauze and gold sore medicine from the horse's side bag, and bandaged the cracked tiger's mouth, while looking for traces of the nightingale in the forest.

But Xu Buling had just turned around the forest, and before he could suppress his heavy breathing, he spotted a black figure holding a long sword in front of the road out of the corner of his eye. He appeared silently and didn't know when, and it seemed that he just appeared in the blink of an eye. Emerged from the ground.

Xu Buling's face changed slightly, and he was really shocked. This kind of movement technique that comes and goes without a shadow is not a master but also a half-step master. He had just fought with Situ Yuejin with all his strength and consumed a lot. He didn't even take a sip of water. If he met Song Ying and Song Ying in their heyday at this time, Chen Daozi, the real god has to explain it here.

Xu Buling quickly grasped the handle of the knife at his waist, turned his gaze to the black shadow, and at the same time raised his hand to stop Nightingale, who was hiding somewhere, from moving.

The figures in front of the road were about fifty steps apart. The wind and snow were too heavy and the sky was dark, so the figures could not be seen clearly. However, the immovable aura of the mountain made it clear that he was an extraordinary person.

Xu Buling held the handle of the knife, his face darkened, and he said loudly:

"Who is coming!"

The figure in front did not respond. He stood for a moment and then walked over slowly.

Xu Buling jumped off the horse. The drunken bamboo sword with the handle still hot was unsheathed again, pointing diagonally at the ground, his eyes were unruly and unfazed.

Tap tap tap

The pace seemed slow and then quick, and he soon came close. Under the dim light, he could vaguely see the appearance of the person wearing a light green robe, with a simple sword hanging on his waist, and white jade beads hanging on the sword tassel. He is in his forties, with sword-shaped eyebrows and an aquiline nose. He looks very handsome. If you look closely, you can see that his nose and face shape are somewhat similar to Xu Buring's. ? ?

Xu Buling was stunned for a moment, frowned and looked at it while holding the single sword, and said slightly uncertainly:

"Uncle?"

In the peach grove on the hillside, Zhongli Chuchu had just woken up from the shock. Before he could cheer for his master's invincible husband, he saw a figure suddenly appearing on the road, and his heart suddenly became cold again.

Nightingale was also slightly startled, holding the hilt of the sword and wanting to go down to help, but when she heard Xu Buling's "uncle", her big and energetic eyes were filled with joy again.

Zhongli Chuchu noticed the change in Nightingale's expression and knew that the person coming was a helper, so she quickly asked:

"Who is this? Someone sent by Prince Su?"

Nightingale had already relaxed, with a bit of surprise in her eyes, and said seriously:

"Young Master's biological uncle, Princess Su's brother, and the head of the Lu family in the East China Sea, have you ever heard that 'his sword does not move, but his mind sings a hundred times'?"

Zhongli Chuchu's eyes lit up. She naturally knew who this adjective known to everyone in the world was referring to, the former Sword Master Lu Baiming! The old sword master Zhu Choushan took over the title of sword master after his death. Until Zhu Liu appeared, he was the first swordsman in the world.

However, when Tie Ying was hunting deer, the Lu family of Donghai suffered a great disaster. The old patriarch died in battle outside the house. In order to protect the whole family from drawing swords, Lu Baiming expressed his attitude to the court. From then on, Lu Baiming was in Bai Chi. Ya Mianbi thought about it, and the only time he took action was during the sword master battle with Zhu Liu.

The Lu family of Donghai was in Qingzhou, very close to each other, but Lu Baiming kept thinking about his mistakes. Even Xu Buling didn't expect that this uncle would come out of the mountain, let alone Nightingale and Zhongli Chuchu.

On the road, Xu Buling put away the long knife with a surprised look in his eyes. He walked closer and carefully identified it. After confirming that it was Lu Baiming who had visited him in Suzhou when he was a child, he smiled a little:

"Uncle, why are you here?"

Lu Baiming was dressed quite elegantly. He walked up to him with his sword in hand. He looked up and down, with some approval in his eyes:

"We haven't seen each other for many years. She is now this old. She looks exactly like your mother. If she knows that you knocked Situ Yuejin down, she will definitely be happy. They had a quarrel in the world back then."

Xu Buling had a deep affection for Princess Su when he was a child. When he first came here, every time he recalled her from his memory, his heart felt like a knife, and it was the same now. He walked closer and wiped the sweat from his forehead a little:

"Yes, um... Father has always wanted to have a drink with you. I haven't seen you go to Suzhou for so many years..."

Lu Baiming raised his hand, not wanting to mention the helpless and sad things of the past, he just said calmly:

"Your cousin Hongxue told me about Bodhi Island. He was afraid that something might happen to you, so he asked me to come over and help you escape. I didn't want to show up at first, but Chen Daozi and Zhang Buzheng had already arrived in Youzhou and were searching nearby. It will arrive soon, you will definitely not be able to defeat it."

When Xu Buling heard this, he frowned, showing a bit of irritation: "This stinky cow nose is really haunting. Didn't he die on Bodhi Island?"

"According to what Hongxue said, Chen Daozi was frightened by Li Hansheng's attack and was injured and escaped. When you come here this time, I'm afraid the King of Chu arranged to take your life so that you can blame the court and let King Su send troops to attack Chang'an."

Xu Buling thought about it for a moment and understood the intention: "In order to become the emperor, he would not hesitate to cause trouble in Chang'an. He is quite cruel. By the way, why did Hongxue get involved with Dayinglou? Is it the uncle's instruction or..."

Lu Baiming shook his head: "The rules of the world are not passed down between two people. First kill Chen Daozi and Zhang Buzheng, and I will send you out of Youzhou. You can figure out the rest by yourself."

Xu Buling looked a little helpless and wanted to say, 'You are my uncle', but Jianghu is not a temple, and people in Jianghu who follow rules are like this. Forcing the question will only make the other party embarrassed, so he did not say more. After taking a short rest, he called Nightingale, and together with Lu Baiming, entered the peach blossom forest all over the mountains and plains...——

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