August 29, 5 pm.

Windsor County is adjacent to Cajon County and Nahm City.

A fairly idle white villa. The yellowish-red sunset shines on the manor, making the top rubble sparkle. The road is paved with white-based marble slabs. Although rough, it is also somewhat reflective. Beside the path is a row of

There is a row of black street lights, and the carved design on the top of the street lights is very beautiful.

The elegant sound of piano playing could be faintly heard around the villa, and the fountain in the circular square splashed water from time to time.

In the middle of the square, a purple-haired young man sat cross-legged. There was a light-colored windbreaker beside him, and a sword on his knee.

His eyes were tightly closed, his chest was rising and falling slightly, and a hissing sound like a snake's cry came from the tip of his nose. It seemed to be a certain kind of breathing method, with an inexplicably sharp breath.

The upper body of the purple-haired young man was unclothed, revealing a strong and even body. The muscle lines were not exaggerated, but were quite strong. No one would doubt the explosiveness of this body.

However, several white bandages were wrapped around it. From the left waist to the right shoulder, it was wrapped around two or three times.

Hissssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss…

The sound of breathing is long and powerful, with a special frequency.

The young man's body obviously didn't move, but the exposed muscles of his upper body were bouncing tightly like steel ropes. They collided with each other, and finally returned to their original positions. Drops of hot sweat fell, and they were heated by the heat as soon as they slid over a certain distance.

The body temperature evaporated. A thin layer of mist surrounded the body of the purple-haired young man.

More than ten meters away, the marble fountain was working as usual, and the cute child statue standing on the white column was as diligent and peeing as ever. It attracted some birds in the sky to fall down.

Wow, there was another white bird flapping its wings in mid-air.

Taking advantage of the breeze, it dived all the way down. It circled and turned several corners, and finally passed over the head of the purple-haired young man.

Stupid!

A blurry and illusory silver-white moonlight flashed rapidly.

The purple-haired young man on the ground still had his eyes closed, his sword in front of him, his hands resting on his knees, making no movement.

The white bird above the head was not frightened in any way, and continued to fly forward, landing next to the fountain and combing its wings.

Until a white feather swayed down from the young man's head, and finally fell into the middle of the scabbard.

At the end of the feather, the smooth and diagonal cuts are eye-catching.

"Pah, pah, pah..."

Suddenly there was the sound of applause at the intersection on one side of the square, and a bald old man in white clothes walked over with a smile.

"Lance, your swordsmanship has improved again. The sword cuts flying birds without damaging the bird's body and only removes the feathers. Even a slight deflection of the sword tip cannot achieve this. It requires precise power control..."

The old man stopped and stood next to the purple-haired young man. His tone seemed to be a little emotional: "Young people make progress very quickly. I just finished fighting the Flower Secret Sword of the Ci Ge Secret Sword Club yesterday, and I have made another small step forward in my swordsmanship today.

I’m afraid I’m no match for you anymore…”

Suddenly a low voice from below responded: "I am not your opponent yet, teacher. Otherwise, I would have drawn my sword to challenge you just now." The purple-haired young man slowly opened his eyes: "The strength of the president of the Ci Pavilion Secret Sword Association

Sure enough, he is not weak. Even if I try my best, I can only be tied with him, and even I am a little weaker..."

He lowered his head and glanced at the white bandage on his chest, and then said with a certain tone: "But now, the gap between him and me has been smoothed. We are both from the secret martial arts kendo school, and our mutual learning has been of great help to my progress. A

A few hours ago, I vaguely captured a sense of Qi, but unfortunately it was still far behind..."

"Have you caught the feeling of Qi?!" The bald old man was quite surprised, with a smile on his face. He looked at his apprentice, and then comforted him: "Don't worry, don't worry, being able to catch the feeling of Qi is already an achievement.

You have obtained a ticket to enter the realm of a fighter. You are still a little behind in accumulating experience, and your experience and willpower still need to be tempered. If you maintain this momentum and fight a few more games, you may be able to touch that bottleneck..."

The old man's eyes were satisfied and gratified: "Lance, maybe you can become the first breakthrough fighter among the three stars in the East."

When he said this, he immediately remembered something: "Oh, by the way. I just got the latest news that Star Ring Fist Arrow seems to be heading to Windsor County too. I'm afraid he has the same thoughts as us..."

Star Ring Fist, like Soul Swordsmanship, is one of the top secret martial arts schools in the East Nine Sects. The first core name is Aluo, and together with Lance, it is known as one of the three stars in the East. Nicknamed Yaoguang Fist, it is

Xinghuan Quan is the only one among the younger generation who has learned all the three secret techniques of sun, moon and star. Because there are many secret techniques in one move and the boxing skills are dazzling, it is called Yaoguang Quan.

Lance had competed with Arrow before, and the record six months ago was two wins and three losses, slightly at a disadvantage. Now after six months of experience, Lance is confident that he will be at least 50-50, but he is not sure whether he can have the upper hand.

This is enough to prove that Arrow is strong. Now there is sudden information that he is going to Windsor County. This is not good news for Lance.

However, he is not afraid of A Luo now.

Lance stood up and said to the master next to him: "He can come if he wants. It will just change the result of the competition half a year ago. No matter how many fancy secret techniques you have, it will be of no use to me now. I can break through ten thousand people with one force."

The same is true for law and a sword..."

"Okay!" The bald old man applauded the confidence shown by his apprentice. He nodded and looked at the bandage on Lance's body: "I'll ask the doctor to check your injury again..."

"No need, one day is enough."

Lance took off the bandage directly, revealing a slender brown scar. Under the influence of strong medicine and simultaneous breathing methods, the injury caused to him by the president of the Secret Sword Society was actually almost healed and would not affect Lance.

combat effectiveness.

He could feel that his current mental will and emotions were in a high state, and it was best to continue fighting under such circumstances. If he rested for a few more days, it would cause the overwhelming momentum to decline, causing a negative impact.

There was a crash.

A large light-colored windbreaker was draped on Lance's back. He strode forward with a long scar on his chest and a sword in his right hand.

"Teacher, without further ado, let's go directly to Wensha County..."

Eleven o'clock in the evening.

Bang bang bang bang!

A series of explosions came from the Judo professional fighting room, which was the sound of fists and fists colliding with each other.

Every once in a while, the hard and thick wall will shake violently, and dust will fall down. Many Ji Judo disciples guarding around the fighting room are frightened. It is like two giant beasts fighting inside, with a huge momentum.

Scary.

Tonight, a veteran martial artist came to challenge the master. The two entered the fighting room half an hour ago, and five minutes ago, there was a violent noise inside.

The banging sound like a working steamroller didn't stop for a moment.

"Senior brother, you said..." A young man just started to speak.

The wall next to him was suddenly shattered with a rumble, an arm directly punched a hole, and rubble sputtered violently.

It exploded like dense bullets, some hitting the wall and some hitting the ground, leaving small craters.

The boy groaned, and was hit in the back by a small stone the size of a fingernail. When he opened it, he saw a purple-red bruise. Fortunately, he was not in front of him, and the stone was small. Otherwise, it would have been the size of a fist.

The stone he has ascended to heaven.

"All disciples, step back another ten meters! Don't come within fifteen meters of the fighting room!" A young man who was obviously older stood up and shouted, and everyone was in the darkness of the night.

As soon as they evacuated, there was a loud roar from the wall. Half of the wall collapsed, and two figures fighting frantically flew past in the rain of gravel. The turbulent air waves shook the mountains and the sea.

Phew! Phew! Bang!

Finally, the two shadows stopped.

The scene ahead is frozen in the eyes of all Jijudo disciples.

A man wearing a windbreaker raised his hands flat like palms, like slapping a watermelon, and pressed left and right on the temples of the Ji Judo master. The master froze in place, his fists still stretched out in mid-air, his ears and

The eyes were bleeding.

This scene was deeply ingrained in the hearts of all the disciples and lasted for five seconds until Kaxiu put down his hands and hung them by his side.

The master of Ji Judo staggered, and after he stabilized his body, he clasped his fists and said, "I lost, thank you for your mercy..."

"Concession."

Ka Xiu returned the gift, and an afterimage flashed in the air.

By the time the Ji Judo disciples reacted, Ka Xiu's figure had disappeared, leaving only the master standing.

"Ahem!"

The master of Judo suddenly swayed and almost fell to the ground. But luckily, he put his knees on the ground and held on with one hand.

"Master!"×n

Many disciples stepped forward and surrounded him.

The master of Ji Judo waved his hand and stood up again by himself. He coughed twice again and looked up at the clear and cloudless night: "What a fierce fist, such a strong killing intent, such a powerful aura.

There is going to be another storm in Wensha County..."

Time flies, three days pass, September 1st.

Windsor County, Mia City, train station.

A train roared with steam and slowly stopped on the platform.

Following the conductor's guidance, many passengers from far away came down with their suitcases and left towards the outside of the train station.

A white glove was placed on the edge of the door. A young man with purple hair got off the train. His eyes were dark and reddish under the sun. He was wearing a windbreaker, and the hem of the windbreaker was half-covered with a long instrument wrapped with a bandage.

, the overall shape is sword-shaped.

The young man stood aside and watched the members of Soul Soul Kendo walking down one by one. When the last person left the train carriage, he was about to look back but suddenly turned his head and looked to one side.

A pair of black and red eyes narrowed, and the corners of the eyes were as sharp as swords.
To be continued...