Chapter 199 Where are you going?
Noon the next day.
Lin Haiya arrived at the practice room on time. This time it was Hua Li who brought him in, and no one else saw him.
She was also the only one watching the fight.
The moment he stepped into the practice room, Lin Haiya felt something different. It wasn't that the venue had changed, but that the people were different and their temperament was different.
Yesterday, Hua Yuzhang looked very old, his whole body was enveloped in the smell of medicine, and the air he breathed out was old.
But today, he had put on another set of clothes and shaved off his beard. His bronze skin had traces of time, and the scars on his face were clearer and calmer, as if he were decades younger.
Lin Haiya unconsciously raised the knife in his left hand, and his eyes became serious.
Seeing the other party's attitude, why should he ask any more questions?
It's no longer necessary.
This attitude is the best answer.
"Disciple of Wusheng Pavilion, Lin Haiya!"
"Indestructible at this close distance, Hua Yuzhang!"
The two of them reported their origins and titles, and saluted each other with clasped fists in the air.
Hua Li looked at them nervously. Although she didn't think her grandfather would lose to this young man, she still couldn't help but become nervous. The orange she held in her hand was a little harder, and a drop of juice dripped down her fingers. , orange-yellow liquid splashed down.
Like a starting gun signal.
The first one to attack was Lin Haiya. In a bright white afterimage that could barely hear the sound, the sword was unsheathed.
The sword sheathed in the left hand and the right hand struck at Hua Yuzhang's left and right sides in a staggered manner, passing a cross in the middle.
"Silent knife, killing skills... should I say that I am worthy of being a disciple of Huo Qiushui?"
Hua Yuzhang commented, and at the same time, the muscles on his arms suddenly clenched, and the whole arm took on a brighter color, as if covered with a layer of Black-yellow rocks.
The scabbard and blade struck his arms, and a shrill and sharp sound suddenly erupted, causing Hua Li to subconsciously hold his head and cover his ears.
The knife slashed down without leaving a single scar, not even a white mark was visible.
Lin Haiya immediately pulled away and looked at his sword... This sword was called 'Fangcao', and it was also one of the famous swords. It was once the saber of Huo Qiushui when he was young.
The blade is definitely sharp enough to cut through the iron shirt of a Shaolin monk.
But on Hua Yuzhang's body, the defense-breaking effect was completely impossible.
"Mysterious?"
"It's just the 'Xuanhuang Kung Fu' that has reached its peak." Hua Yuzhang explained in a calm tone: "Anyone who reaches a certain level of martial arts in the world can permanently change his body constitution and form a special As for the martial arts, what I have practiced is the 'Huanglong Jue', which is the earth attribute of the Five Elements. It is an inner chapter of the Four Symbols Divine Kung Fu." Among the five elements in the world, metal, wood, water, fire and earth, the yellow dragon
represents the central earth, which is also a cliché.
The Four Symbols Magic Skills are among the top ten on the list of magical skills, and can also be divided into five different skills, and Huanglong Jue is one of them.
There are five methods of the Four Symbols Divine Skill, which is normal.
Hua Yuzhang's martial arts has reached the pinnacle of cultivation, and his body is as solid as basalt.
Of course, since it is a martial arts, there are flaws. It is impossible to practice the eyes and lower body. At the same time, there is a shield like the immortal golden body of Jue Wushen, but the shield is optional... so even if Practitioners of the same martial art don't know where the shield door is.
Lin Haiya turned his wrist and denied: "I'm afraid it's more than that. If it's just a martial body, it shouldn't have such counterattack power."
He deliberately distanced himself to sense this power.
Hua Yuzhang laughed: "This is my secret skill. Maybe this is what Huo Qiushui wants you to see!"
Lin Haiya said no more: "Please teach me again!"
He came with a sword, and in an instant, the sword was in the light. Mixed with a layer of continuous momentum.
Lin Haiya is a disciple of the Sword Saint and a genius in the art of swordsmanship. In the early years, he traveled around the world with Huo Qiushui. He came to the coast to watch the tide. After sitting on the ground for a day, he realized a set of swordsmanship and unique luck. Dharma door.
His Qi is long-lasting, and his sword skills are as continuous as the tide of shooting.
I saw the light of the sword like a shadow, and the tidal sword skills came one after another, one after another, as if as long as there was enough time, he could slash here for a full day.
But Hua Yuzhang just stood there without taking a step back, as if he were standing on a rock on the coast. No matter how the tide continued day and night, the rock remained motionless and stood firm.
One attack and one defense, everyone watching is dazzled.
Hua Li rubbed his eyes and seemed to see Hua Yuzhang's struggle under the light of the sword.
There was a slight pause in the movement of the latter's breath, and he was shocked by the light of the sword and took half a step back.
But the next moment he pushed back again, even stepped forward, raised his right leg, and activated the shaking foot.
boom--!
In the fan-shaped area directly in front, bricks on the ground cracked and shattered for a full ten meters. The stones flew two to three meters high. Some fell on the ceiling, some penetrated the windows, and some were embedded behind the door.
The entire practice room felt as if it had experienced an earthquake.
This move directly destroyed Lin Haiya's balance. His aggressive sword skills also came to a halt, and his whole body was shocked and suspended in mid-air.
Of course, Hua Yuzhang still had a combo, and he punched in the air. The wind of the punch hit Lin Haiya's back. He actually raised his scabbard to defend against the punch, as if he had eyes on his back.
Hua Yuzhang was about to punch again when he saw a fierce sword light coming from under his turned body.
The fists and knives collided, and at the same time as the two intertwined, a flash of bright red splashed out.
There was a five-centimeter scratch on the back of Hua Yuzhang's hand. It was a skin injury but no muscle or bone damage.
Lin Haiya landed gracefully after spinning three times in mid-air.
"The sword just now..."
"One of my master's favorite moves, Piaoxu." Lin Haiya said: "But I haven't mastered it completely yet."
Being able to find the angle of the sword when completely losing balance can be regarded as a sacrificial skill. kind of.
Hua Yuzhang laughed heartily. He didn't care about the injury on the back of his hand, he just felt happy. He hadn't felt this way in many years, injury, pain, and struggle.
Resisting the stinging pain in his heart, he said loudly: "Go on! Let me see your knife!"
Lin Haiya's eyes were no longer dull, but revealed a sense of hunger, and he couldn't help but feel in his tone. Revealing a little bit of madness and chuuni: "Fangcao is a little thirsty...so am I! Grandmaster Hua, be careful!"
Xiao Hua Li, the only spectator, sat in the corner and watched these. She couldn't understand the moves of the swords and swords. Subtle, one can only see the terror of these two people, the sharpness of their attacks, and the wildness with which they kill each other.
All this deeply impacted her young mind.
This is the extraordinary.
This is the extraordinary.
It's not glamorous at all, but a cruel world where strength is king, where the weak and the strong prey on the strong. It's a jungle where beasts fight each other but also enjoy each other.
The battle lasted for more than an hour before it gradually came to an end.
Both sides tried their best.
Hua Yuzhang couldn't help but marvel at how formidable the younger generation was. At this age, he was already at the peak of the second level, and was not far from the third level. If they were at the same level, he would definitely not be able to win.
Unfortunately, he is still a young man after all, too immature.
The offensive line is too single. After all, he lacks experience. If he changes the offensive line at will, he will be more likely to be led by instinct, thus completely disrupting the offensive rhythm.
You can be crazy with your sword skills, but you can't be chaotic.
If you cannot control the weapon in your hand, it will become full of flaws in front of a master.
Another sword was coming, the timing seemed to be extremely precise, the sword seemed to be impeccable, but it was too reckless.
Just catch this knife and it will be over.
Hua Yuzhang raised his hand and clasped the weapon. He had no doubt that he could withstand the sword. Using the sword with his bare hands was not a dangerous act for him, a master of defense.
Even a layman Hua Li could see clearly that as long as he caught this sword, he could lock Lin Haiya's weapon. Without the sword, the swordsman would have no choice but to admit defeat.
But at this moment, the weapon passed directly through Hua Yuzhang's palm, leaving a three-centimeter deep wound at his tiger's mouth and piercing his chest.
Hua Yuzhang opened his mouth, coughed out blood, and his momentum suddenly dropped.
It was not the coughing of blood caused by this penetrating injury.
It is the accumulation and explosion of old wounds and hidden wounds, as well as the exhaustion and weakness of the old body reaching its peak.
His martial arts was released, and even his vision was blurred for a moment, unable to hold the blade.
Lin Haiya drew his knife and retreated, blood splattered three feet.
He looked at his weapon, then at Hua Yuzhang, the fierceness in his eyes slowly receded, and the raised corners of his mouth began to fall.
The disciples of Wu Sheng Pavilion stood here in silence.
Hua Li couldn't bear it any longer and rushed out from the corner, shouting with a blue face: "Grandpa!"
"Don't come over!" Hua Yuzhang roared in a low voice, his suppressed roar like an old lion, the sound made Hua Li's steps froze.
"It's not over yet." Hua Yuzhang stared at Lin Haiya and said slowly. He supported his body, straightened his back again, and stared at the boy: "You don't want to put away the knife, do you?"
Lin Haiya said : "No, I still have one sword left."
"Then just use it!" Hua Yuzhang raised a smile: "Let me see where the limit is!"
Lin Haiya responded with a 'OK'.
He has already mastered a magic-level sword technique.
It's just that if this knife were to strike out, Hua Yuzhang would have no chance of surviving. He had reached his limit.
Out of respect, he still held the knife, put the blade back into the scabbard, and began to gather strength. Even though he knew clearly what the result of swinging the knife would be, he still had no hesitation.
Hua Yuzhang swallowed the bright red spit. He didn't know if his old body could still release it, but he still wanted to give it a try.
He would rather be killed by a knife than die on his bed of old age.
The dignity and pride in his bones made him want to choose a suitable way to die... What if he used his own reputation to help those who came after him?
He enjoyed it very much.
Why fear death?
The two people looked at each other, with the same cold madness flashing in their eyes.
Lin Haiya drew his sword.
At that time, what was in his hand was no longer a blade, but a stream of light. The sword light poured out like a floodgate, roaring in. The entire room was filled with airtight sword light.
"Zhan Lang——"
He also turned into a residual light and approached, but the moment the attack arrived, he stopped.
The light of the sword hovered in front of Hua Yuzhang, and the move stopped with the pause, and the light of the sword scattered in the sky like scraps of paper.
Lin Haiya opened his mouth and turned into a silent sigh.
Hua Yuzhang stood there, motionless like a stone sculpture.
The light in his eyes slowly dissipated.
His consciousness is fading.
With the regret of not being able to finish this battle.
His voice was extremely weak and melancholy.
"It's really hateful..."
"My old and decaying body is not even qualified to be a whetstone?"
It is myself who is hateful.
The poor thing is myself.
It is also oneself who is deplored.
He fell on his back.
Hua Li walked to the old man's side, hugged her grandfather and shouted, crying heartbreakingly.
All the illusions about extraordinary beings were completely shattered at this moment and disappeared into thin air.
How much she longed for him in the past, now she hates and fears him so much.
What are the benefits of being an extraordinary person?
She only saw the despair of an old man.
Hua Li burst into tears.
Lin Haiya put away the knife silently and planned to leave here. There was no need for him to stay in Nanling. He didn't have much joy or sorrow in his heart, only regret.
In competitions between extraordinary beings, casualties are common.
Hua Yuzhang died, and the Hua family might hate him, but he sent a letter, proving that this was a private challenge, so Chang Yesi would not care.
With this idea in mind, Lin Haiya stepped out of the door and immediately heard a voice.
"——Where are you going?"
(End of chapter)