Chapter 17 The strong one attacks
The image swordsman's attack was swift and precise, and the sword light was like a rainbow, approaching Shangguan Jiannan. Shangguan Jiannan quickly adjusted his body shape, using flexible steps and precise sword power to resist the opponent's attack. The sword lights of the two intertwined in the air, making a harsh collision sound.
"This is really a rare opportunity." Shangguan Jiannan thought to himself, calmly analyzing the attack pattern of the image swordsman. He noticed that each attack of the image swordsman was similar to his actual swordsmanship, but with an elusive change.
The sword of the image swordsman was as fast and continuous as a rainbow. Shangguan Jiannan gritted his teeth and concentrated on meeting the opponent's attack. His sword light flashed in the air, constantly clashing with the sword light of the image swordsman.
"You have made progress too!" Shangguan Jiannan praised in a low voice while defending himself. His movements became more and more skillful, and his sword power became more and more powerful.
The battle lasted for a while, and Shangguan Jiannan gradually adapted to the attack rhythm of the image swordsman. His sword light became more and more blazing in the air, and every attack was filled with strong sword intent.
"This is the sword intent that I have comprehended!" Shangguan Jiannan's heart was filled with excitement. He felt the sword intent gradually condensing and the sword force becoming more and more fierce.
The image swordsman's attack began to slow down, and he clearly felt the pressure from Shangguan Jiannan's sword. Shangguan Jiannan seized this opportunity, and the sword light drew beautiful arcs in the air, accurately hitting every flaw of the image swordsman.
"Ying Ling is right," Shangguan Jiannan secretly rejoiced in his heart, "This kind of self-confrontation has indeed given me a deeper understanding of swordsmanship."
He fully released his sword intent, and the sword light became extremely bright. The image swordsman's attack became extremely fragile under the powerful sword force, and was finally hit by Shangguan Jiannan's ultimate move. The image swordsman let out a shrill wail, and then turned into nothingness and disappeared on the battlefield.
Through this duel, I truly felt the essence of kendo."
The voice of the shadow spirit sounded in his consciousness space, with some praise: "Well done. Not only did you improve your swordsmanship in the battle, but you also gained a deeper understanding of the sword. This kind of self-confrontation is indeed a good way to hone your swordsmanship."
"Thank you, Yingling." Shangguan Jiannan responded with a smile, "This battle has given me a clearer understanding of my swordsmanship, and it has also given me confidence in future challenges."
Shadow Spirit's voice was encouraging: "Keep up this state and keep honing your swordsmanship and sword intentions. Although the road of swordsmanship is long, you have taken a solid step on this path."
Two years later, after a long dark night, dawn broke and Hanying Peak came to life again.
The busyness of the early morning echoes in the mountains, those who are cleaning are sweeping away the night dew, those who are practicing martial arts are sweating, and shouts are heard one after another.
Suddenly, a deafening roar came from outside the village. The sound swept in like a storm, making people tremble with fear.
The faces of the disciples who were doing menial work suddenly changed. They leaned over to look and saw a large sedan chair carrying eight people coming at a rapid speed from a distance. The people carrying the sedan chair were all middle-aged men in gray clothes who were about fifty years old.
Their steps were firm and powerful, as if even time was trembling under their footsteps. In a flash, the sedan chair had arrived at the river bank in front of the village.
Just as the errand disciples were about to stop them, the eight middle-aged men quickened their pace and rushed towards the gate of the village like tigers descending from the mountains.
There was a loud bang, "Bang!" The solid gate of the village, which was more than a foot thick, collapsed under their impact, and a large part of the village wall was also shaken down. The disciples exclaimed: "Oh my God! Is this a rebellion? Who has the courage to break down the gate of the master of Hanying Peak?" Before they finished speaking, the errand disciples had already raised their swords and shouted to surround and kill them.
However, the sedan chair nimbly circled around, and the dozen or so disciples who were doing menial work immediately screamed in agony, fell to the ground, and blood gushed out.
The eight middle-aged men were as steady as a mountain, carrying the sedan chair and standing still. At this time, twenty or thirty burly men rushed out of the village in an orderly manner and stood facing the sedan chair. They drew their swords and stared at the eight middle-aged men.
However, the eight middle-aged men seemed to be oblivious to the situation and remained as steady as a rock. At this tense moment, a sharp whistle shot out from the manor. Seven figures stood out, and the one in the middle was Ye Han, the leader of Hanying Peak.
He stared at the curtain of the sedan chair with murderous eyes and asked in a deep voice: "Who are you? If you dare to come here, why are you hiding your head and showing your tail?" The first old man on the right side of the sedan chair replied grimly: "Master Yefeng, you should also weigh your own weight. Why do you have to say such presumptuous words."
Ye Han's expression changed and he snorted coldly. An old man behind him on the left held two spears and shouted, "How dare you!" Then he rushed out. The middle-aged man in gray turned around and said, "Brother Leng, I'll trouble you this time." He took off his shoulder, took out a long sword from his bosom, and walked towards the old man after leaving the sedan chair.
The old man said nothing, but used his double steel to point, stab, shoot, chop, and lock, each move was fierce. The two were fighting fiercely in the morning light, and the situation in Hanyingfeng Manor became more and more tense... In the fierce contest, both sides showed amazing skills and determination.
The middle-aged man in gray had a determined look in his eyes, and he was eager to end the battle quickly. He grinned and immediately used the "Eight Desolations Sword Technique". He waited for an opportunity, looked for the enemy's weakness, and launched a series of rapid attacks.
After more than a dozen rounds of fighting, the strength of the two sides was clearly determined. The middle-aged man in gray had the upper hand, but the opponent fought back desperately, defending without attacking, making it difficult for him to succeed. As time passed, the middle-aged man in gray began to get impatient.
He let out a long roar, and his sword skills suddenly changed. He displayed three strange sword skills in succession: "Eight-sided Excellence", "Pointing to the Sky and Drawing the Earth", and "The Beginning of Chaos".
This sudden attack frightened the old man with two thorns. He knew that his skills were inferior to others. However, with the owner of the manor personally guarding the battle, how could he retreat easily? So he could only do his best to fight like a trapped beast.
At this critical moment, he saw the three fierce attacks from the middle-aged man in gray, and he couldn't help but feel panic. He dodged the attack deftly and dodged the three attacks awkwardly.
While dodging, he suddenly found that the opponent had exposed a flaw, with his right ribs wide open. He was delighted, thinking that there was an opportunity, so he shouted wildly: "Lie down, kid!" The left hand mace drew a semi-arc trajectory, heading straight for the opponent's left waist "Cujing Point", and the copper tool in the right hand, with wild force, hit the opponent's right rib "Tiantu Point".
At this moment, everyone held their breath and stared, feeling as if time had slowed down. Then, a scream of "Ouch!" was heard, and everyone thought to themselves, "The middle-aged man in gray is finished."
However, to everyone's surprise, the person who fell to the ground was the old man who wielded the double spears.