Chapter 35 Wipe the Edge (5)

Every day in the huge royal city, many things will happen, which will become many news and spread around.

But most of the news is limited to one area, and it is difficult to spread to other areas, unless it is a major event.

Suddenly, a piece of news swept across most of the royal city like a storm.

A titled samurai who claims to be a sword god challenges the acting owner of the samurai gym, Changhe Jianwang, and the winner is dead.

If this is the case alone, it can only be said to be surprising, but with another point, it is enough to shock people.

The self-proclaimed sword god is only in his twenties, very young.

"Impossible!"

"That's right, how could a young man in his twenties be the opponent of Changhe Sword King, let alone a tie."

"Stunning."

In Jinghou Mansion, in a separate courtyard, a big man with red hair was gnawing on a piece of beef leg. While chewing, he listened to his disciple's words, and then frowned: "The Sword King Changhe fought a young warrior in his twenties. A tie?"

"Yes, Master." The young man on the side nodded.

"The news is true?" The red-haired man asked back.

"According to my disciple's understanding from the people in the Samurai House, this matter is true." The young man nodded again and said.

"In his twenties, he claims to be a sword god, and he is tied with the Changhe Sword King..." The red-haired strong man put down his legs and muttered to himself, full of doubts.

This sounds, very unbelievable.

There are also many people who feel incredible like him.

Especially those top titled warriors who are as famous as the Changhe Sword King.

This is real?

Or is it a samurai camp building momentum?

For a while, the situation was stirred up.

"Tie..." Changhe Sword King revealed a bit of bitterness.

Really a tie?

In that battle, I tried my best to use my swordsmanship, and even used my ultimate move, but I couldn't do anything to the opponent. Instead, I was defeated and repelled. If the sword material of the opponent was not too ordinary, it could not withstand the impact of such intensity and shattered , Continue to fight, the possibility of losing is even greater.

It's not a tie, in fact, to some extent, I have already lost.

After all, the other party's age is at least twenty years younger than him.

However, the Changhe Sword King would not try to justify his voice, he could say whatever the outside world said, he was immersed in his own world, recalling that duel, the swordsmanship that had already reached its limit showed signs of further perfection.

Chen Zong, one of the parties involved and one of the center of the storm news, was sweating in a blacksmith room at this moment.

Forge a sword!

I spent hundreds of gold shells to buy several good-quality casting materials, including gold-plated steel, heavy silver, and cloud iron. The gold-plated steel is extremely hard, and the heavy silver is soft and hard with extraordinary toughness and stretchability. The texture of cloud iron Light and well contained.

The three casting materials are equipped with the best ratio under Chen Zong's careful simulation.

The quality of a sword is closely related to its material, but it does not mean that a good material can make a good sword. It also requires suitable or even excellent proportions and superb casting skills.

In terms of all aspects, Chen Zong's current level is not lacking. Maybe he can't be called a master, but the word "master" should be able to afford it, and it is more than enough to forge a sword for himself.

After spending six hours, Chen Zong finally forged the sword and started to strike.

The whole body of the sword is silvery white and bright, with broken golden cloud patterns on it, which looks extraordinary.

Regardless of its length or weight, it is very comfortable. Holding it in the hand gives Chen Zong a feeling that it seems to fit with the palm of his hand and form one body. This sword, not to mention other things, is far better than the previous iron sword in terms of the degree of fit. sword.

What's more, the material of this sword is not comparable to that of the previous iron swords. Coupled with Chen Zong's careful proportioning and full-strength forging, it is only stronger than the sword of Changhe Sword King.

"In this case, I will give you a name." Chen Zong stared at the carefully forged long sword, his voice was like a breeze: "You will accompany me to fight against the strong, let me understand, the word Mingxin is just right for you. you.

"

Bright heart!

Bright heart sword!

See God!

In addition to the sword, Chen Zong also forged a suitable scabbard by himself.

Leaving with his sword in hand, Chen Zong issued another invitation to fight, this time the invitation was not for Changhe Sword King.

In the battle with the Sword King Changhe, Chen Zong had already seen the skills of the Sword King Changhe, but he still didn't grasp the integration of spiritual will into martial arts.

Bad, it's just an opportunity, an opportunity that will come naturally.

Therefore, we still have to fight.

...

"Battle post?" The red-haired brawny man was taken aback, and opened it immediately, only to feel that the text on the post revealed an astonishing sharpness, as if the sword was overwhelming.

The signature is the word "Sword God".

"It's him." The brawny man frowned, and the center of his brows was knit together.

I just heard about the name of the sword god two days ago, a very arrogant title, but I didn't expect that the other party sent me a battle invitation.

"Master, let me reject him." The young man on the side said.

"No hurry, you go and try his ability, and then tell me." The strong man smiled and said, "If he is arrogant, then he will teach him a lesson."

"Yes, Master." The young man's eyes suddenly lit up, shining strands of light, and he left excitedly.

The news of the so-called tie between the Sword God and the Changhe Sword King has always been heard, even if he asked the people in the Samurai Pavilion, he did not see it with his own eyes.

After all, like his master, he didn't think that a person in his twenties could have that kind of strength.

Who is the Sword King of Changhe?

That was one of the few people who stood at the top of the titled warrior, and he was on par with his master, how could he be tied with a young man in the same grade as him.

You know, I am known as a warrior genius. In my twenties, my strength has already reached the pinnacle of an elite warrior. I just need to sharpen it further, and I hope to be called a warrior.

Several friends including my master and master's friends once said that within three years, I will become a titled warrior, and I will be sure.

A titled warrior under the age of thirty is undoubtedly amazing, and it is not impossible to reach the height of a master in the future.

Although this is an era when samurai are gradually declining, those who really like samurai will never feel outdated and be proud of it.

...

"If you want to challenge my master, first let my knife weigh you to see if you are qualified." The young man found Chen Zong and said directly, his eyes became sharp, as if the blade was slashing across, as if he wanted to split Chen Zong.

"A disciple of Chiyang Saber Maniac..." Chen Zong was slightly surprised: "Go ahead."

"Draw the sword!" The young man was very dissatisfied with Chen Zong's idle attitude, which meant that he didn't pay attention to himself. He immediately let out a low shout, and landed his right hand on the handle of the knife, sending out a terrifying aura.

"If I need to draw my sword to deal with you, how can I challenge Chiyan Daokuang." Chen Zong smiled slightly.

"Arrogance!" The young man was furious immediately, and the long knife was drawn out of its sheath. The red light of the knife was like a smear of the setting sun across the air, and it slashed out mercilessly, as if it wanted to split Chen Zong with a single knife.

However, Chen Zong didn't feel any murderous intent during this knife, which meant that the other party didn't intend to kill him, but was only enraged by his words, so he struck out angrily.

However, this knife is nothing in Chen Zong's eyes, it is not at the level of a titled warrior.

Chen Zong really has no interest in such an opponent.

With a flick of his body, he easily avoided the opponent's sword light slash, his right hand turned into a palm and seemed to move forward as lightly as a flying feather, and appeared in front of the opponent's shoulder through the light of the sword. With a light press, terrifying power exploded in an instant shock.

There was a bang like a big drum, and the sound was muffled. The young man's body shook, and he swayed to one side and retreated a dozen steps uncontrollably. He couldn't help but almost fell to the ground. Yes, the young man could clearly feel that his shoulders seemed to be swollen.

But he didn't care about the burning pain in his shoulder, because it was nothing compared to the shock in his heart.

Very shocked!

I lost.

The opponent claimed to be the sword god, but he didn't even draw the sword out of its sheath, and defeated him with just an understatement, it was unbelievable.

A defeat is a defeat, there is no reason to look for, the young man gave Chen Zong a deep look, turned around and strode away, he wanted to tell his master about it.

This person, perhaps has a powerful strength equal to that of the Changhe Sword King.

This is a major event, and we must let Master know as soon as possible. Thinking of this, the young man's footsteps are even faster.

"I defeated you easily... I haven't drawn my sword yet..." Chiyang Daokuang was surprised when he heard this.

It seemed, unexpectedly, and it seemed, it became very interesting.

A young man in his twenties, about the same age as his disciple, arrogantly called himself a sword god, and possessed great strength.

Whether he can be compared with the Sword King of Changhe will not be discussed for the time being, but he can easily defeat his disciple without drawing his sword. This strength is indeed very strong, at least at the level of a titled warrior.

young!

Titled warrior!

Enough to hold its own interest.

"Master, do you want to fight?" the young man asked.

"My Chiyang Saber has not been out of its sheath for a long time." Chiyang Saber Maniac did not answer directly, but said.

"I understand." The young man was a little excited immediately.

My master has accepted the challenge.

And this battle is just three days later.

The place of the battle was not the Jinghou Mansion, but the martial arts arena in Wangcheng.

Wangcheng Wu Arena is a public place for warriors to fight. Most warriors will choose to fight here when they duel.

Therefore, the news that Sword God challenged Chiyang Saber Kuang and Chiyang Saber Kuang fought was swept away like a storm, and was known by many people.

Chiyang Saber Maniac, one of the top titled warriors, possesses great strength, and if he wants to kill him, the only way to kill him is to send out the Divine Bow Battalion, or send hundreds of elite soldiers to surround and kill him in an open place.

If it is in complex terrain, it will be more difficult to kill.

Such a strong man with super strength, his every move attracted a lot of attention.

For the common people, studying and practicing martial arts is the way out, because it will make them live better, even if the samurai decline, it is also for the royal family and the nobles.

However, the nobles did not dare to underestimate Chiyang Saber Maniac, at least on the surface, because super strong force is a deterrent.

This is an era in which the samurai declined, and it was also an era of contradictions, which required the high strength of the samurai and weakened its influence invisibly. nt

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