Chapter 23

They were stunned, and everyone consciously stepped out and left the wooden house for the white night, but their eyes could not be moved from him.

Strong? The stronger you are, the more you have to fight. Every minute and second you fight with the strong is a very valuable experience!

"What's the matter?"

At this time, a group of people came out of the wooden house.

"Ah? It's Ning to meet elder martial brother! "

"Rather meet? Who is the fifth in the list of dragon and tiger

"My God, why did he come?"

"Hello, elder martial brother Ning."

"Elder martial brother Ning!"

People say hello, and the wooden house is boiling.

Still looking at the steward of the white night, frowned and drank: "the wooden room is still and noisy."

The disciples stopped talking immediately.

Ning Yu, dressed in a green robe, walked in with two disciples. When he saw the white night opposite to the black Italian wood man in the center, he was surprised.

"I remember the wooden man who seemed to punish the unruly? What is this person doing? Who is this man? "

Others immediately explained to Ning.

Rather meet to hear the voice, show disdain: "so this person is white night? I've heard that this man is arrogant and arrogant for a long time, but I've seen it today. "

"Elder martial brother, do you think this guy can beat the black Italian man?" Asked the man next to him.

"Win?" Ning met with a sneer: "I have seen the strength of the black Italian wood man. At that time, I was able to force the Ninth level of soul state. I was thrown out by one of the moves. I'm afraid that people in the spirit state will also be like this. White night? A person who can't even reach the spirit state can be an opponent? I think he'll be defeated in one move! You wait to see the joke. "

The voice dropped, and the white night over there moved.

The wooden sword and pen stab straight, and the sword tip points to the pendant on the chest of the black Italian wooden man. There's no soul power, no brute force, like just to touch it.

But at the moment when the sword's edge is about to close to the pendant, the black Italian wooden man also moves.

White night heart pumping, feeling that the other party almost disappeared in an instant, he looked tight, carrying a wooden sword drive to cut horizontally.

Whoosh!

The fist of the black Italian wooden man blows at the wooden sword.

Click.

The wood sword is broken in a flash, and the soul power on the wooden sword also disintegrates.

At night, when the heart is tight, a terrible pressure comes from the back of the head.

He bent over in a hurry.

Amazing footwork!

Whoosh!

Black Italian wood man's iron fist passes by.

But its speed is too fast, this hit is hidden, the black Italian wood man immediately arm a fall, bang to the white night.

Flash sword code!!

White night eyes a Lin, carrying a broken wooden sword toward the pendant stab.

But the wooden sword was broken, and the wooden sword was very short. Before touching the pendant, he ate a black Italian wooden man's elbow on his chest.

Bang!

People were bombed to the ground, and the floor of the wooden house was smashed and cracked.

White night, defeat!

The onlookers at the gate didn't make a sound for a long time, and the scene was quiet and frightening.

Although he was defeated, no one dared to laugh at him. Everyone was staring at the white night. Even Ning Yu, the fifth in the list of dragon and tiger, was stunned.

One man, one wood, the fight time is very short, but its wonderful degree is no less than a dragon and tiger duel, and what is more shocking is the last blow of the white night. If the wooden sword keeps on, maybe he can break the pendant on the chest of the black Italian wooden man...

the black Italian wooden man points on the hanging pendant of the white night, then stands aside and stops.

White night stood up in confusion, coughed twice, and went to the door.

"What? I said you're no match for it The steward took the pendant from the night, and said lightly.

"I'll come tomorrow."

White night light road, walk outside.

The steward was stunned.

The crowd separated automatically to make way for him.

Everyone's eyes are filled with blazing worship, rather encounter is not dare to look directly, he knows that his dragon tiger ranking, afraid to be down one.

The white night did not return to his residence, but went to the woods.

Along the way, he seems to forget the pain, only the black Italian wood man's moves like lightning flint.

The soul power of the black Italian wood man is not brilliant. It is injected into it by the man who made it. However, its soul power is extremely ingenious. It doesn't need to be accumulated at all. When one strike is restrained, its soul power comes like a flood, making it impossible to defend.

He stood in the forest, pulling out his iron sword, dancing and thinking.

After a moment, people seem to have an epiphany, fell into meditation.

"You have the guts to challenge the black Italian man!"

Just then, the hearty laughter came again.

White night Shun eyes look, yesterday saw that white man appeared again.

He took a sip of the wine from the white room and took it from his waist.

"No poison!""I can see it!" After a big drink in the daytime, I feel hot all over, especially happy: "good wine!"

"Oh? Do you know drugs? " The man said with a smile.

"You can't tell by wine, but you can see by people." The white night threw the gourd back.

The man listened, if thoughtful, spin son nodded: "people like wine, wine like people, see wine can not, see people can, you said good."

That's it. I took another swig.

"You mentioned the black Italian before, what? Do you know the black Italian well? " Asked the white night.

"Of course, he is a wooden man created by the ancestors of Chuang Zong of Jue Hun Zong. The soul power inside is beyond your imagination." The man said with a smile: "however, you can actually fight with the black Italian wood man, and even nearly snatched its pendant. I admire you for this point!" Then he took another mouthful.

The white night did not speak, the head was thinking of the moment of fighting with the black Italian wood man.

"Don't think so much. It's a nice day today. Have a drink for today's weather!" The man is free and easy, throw away the gourd.

White night caught the gourd, Leng next, and then laughed: "you are an interesting person."

Two people, you come and I go, that small gourd soon drink all.

"No fun!" Shake your head at night.

"You guy, you can exchange 100 Dharma soul pills for such a small pot of wine. Do you still want to have a good time?"

The man shook his head with a wry smile and turned away.

"I'll have a drink with you next time!" The sound came.

"No problem." A faint smile on the white night.

This man is very free and easy.

The next day, the white night went to the wooden house to challenge the black Italian wooden man.

Seeing the white night standing in front of the black Italian wood man again, the disciples consciously withdrew.

And the sleepy steward in front of the desk opened his eyes again.

The white night took a deep breath, held the wooden sword, and began to attack.

There are only two pictures in his mind.

The action picture of the black Italian man.

The villain pattern on the nine soul sword rhyme.

Duel is not a practice, but it is a test of one's own strength. Using a sword in a duel is a test of one's own sword moves. The swordsman should persevere and stick to his original intention. No matter how strong or weak the opponent is, he must be attentive, meticulous and try his best! In this way, not only the kendo, but also the soul and martial arts will be improved and will continue to advance.

The soul power surged to his arm and poured into the wooden sword. The rough wooden sword became sharp immediately.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Jinghong's Footwork and flash sword formula were used to the best of the white night. However, in terms of speed, he was not as good as the black Italian wooden man. In the blink of an eye, the black Italian wooden man opened the wooden sword, and then let it go, and another blow came.

White night eyes a Lin, the body was 90 degrees curved, to avoid the fist at the same time, a sword stabbed at the wooden man's Pendant.

How could you send out this sword under this action!

This blow is amazing!

"Did you succeed?"

All the people standing at the door held their breath and their hearts seemed to stop.

But in the middle of this electric Firestone, a hand suddenly grasped the wooden sword.

It's the hand of the black Italian!

The eyes of the white night are tight...

click.

The wooden sword was broken.

The black Italian wooden man hits the chest of the white night with a fist, and the man is hit and fly again.

White night, defeat!

What a pity

"It's just about the same."

The crowd groaned.

White night covered his chest, coughed twice, came out, and returned the pendant that had lost its mark to the steward.

"Better than yesterday." The steward nodded with a smile.

"But not much." White night grinned bitterly and left.

Leaving at night, the crowd returned to the wooden room. The steward did not look at the disciples, and continued to lie on top of them and sleep soundly.

The fight with the black Italian always benefits the white night.

He found that the black Italian man conquered himself not by speed and its terrible soul power, but by skill. In the eyes of outsiders, the white night seemed to be about to capture the pendant mark on the chest of the black Italian man, but it was not. Whether it was yesterday's war or today's fight, the black Italian man deliberately revealed his flaws and used it as a trap to lure him. Once he attacked the pendant, he would It's a failure.

The third day.

The fourth day.

The fifth day.

...

the white night seems to be indefatigable. Every day, he will go to the wooden house to challenge the wooden man.

At the beginning, it will attract attention from all parties, but later, people are used to it.

Every white night is almost to win the mark of the black Italian man, but eventually will be defeated by the black Italian man first.

In the eyes of these people, they are used to losing by night.

But in the white night's view, failure is not important, the wooden man is not like an organ, but more like an opponent, is a teacher.And in the constant competition with the wooden man, white night also gradually understood the meaning of the first picture of the nine soul sword rhyme.

Ordinary people think that if you awaken the spirit of heaven, you can direct it. In fact, it is not. The real soul cultivator is to transform the soul into a part of the body and integrate it into a whole. When an idea comes into being, soul power can rush to the position needed in an instant, and the soul follows the heart.

The nine soul sword rhyme is called Jian Jue, but it is actually a profound soul cultivation method. The image moves above are also metaphors of soul cultivation.

Understand this point, and then look at the nine soul sword rhyme, it is suddenly clear.

In the back mountain, holding the stick in the white night, the soul force moves around the stick. The wind seems to be blowing along with his swing, and an inexplicable momentum rippling all over his body.

The monkey in the forest was attracted, but did not dare to approach.

After a set of soul force, he took a deep breath at night, sat on the ground and meditated.

"I didn't expect that your progress is so fast. The sword follows the heart and the soul follows the heart. In one month's Kung Fu, you have already reached this point. It seems that there is not a long way to go before you enter the spirit state."

The familiar sound of happiness rings again.

The white night opened his eyes and knew who it was without looking back. He said with a light smile, "what's the joy of the eight levels of talent and power soul state? But it's you. You are unfathomable. Your strength is unknown. So far, you don't even know your name. "

"Do you care about name and strength to make friends?"

The man in white throws a jar of wine and catches it at night.

"That's right. It's my affectation

They looked at each other with a smile and took a mouthful.

"Good wine! It's much better than before. " Put down the wine jar in the white night and shout for pleasure.

Two people had drunk a lot of wine before, but this mouthful of wine, let his lips and teeth amazing, tongue numb.

"It's spirit wine. It's good for the spirit! This is the last time we drink, and of course we should drink better. " The man said, with a faint smile on his face.

Hearing the sound in the white night, the brow frowned slightly: "the last time? Are you going to leave the sect? "

"It's not that I'm leaving the sect, it's the sect that's leaving me."

The man looked into the distance, lost in thought.

"What do you mean?" The white night became more and more puzzled.

The man shook his head, but did not say much.

The wine was spent in a strange atmosphere.

When the wine jar dried up, the man turned away without saying a word.

White night heart suspicious, but did not think much, turned to the wooden house.

He has been challenging for a whole month, but none of them succeed, but this can't let him die.

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