After Wang Chong Wei finished speaking, a disdainful smile appeared on his face.
This guy doesn't even have a sword, yet he wants to teach others swordsmanship. This is definitely going to become the biggest joke in Jiangnan this year!
But the next second, Wang Chongwei's smile disappeared, because Yang Lu across from him actually picked up a broom from the corner and raised it.
"Don't tell me this is your sword!"
Wang Chongwei was quite annoyed because he felt that this guy had insulted him!
At this moment, due to its age, the broom head was 80% withered, making it look like a bald patch of hair mocking itself.
Upon witnessing this scene, Li Xiaodan and the others hesitated to speak.
They had heard of the sword in Wang Chongwei's hand, which was said to be at least a thousand years old, and even forged from millennia-old black iron.
Back then, he used this very sword to kill several Iron Shirt masters!
The hardness of those Iron Shirt masters' bodies is comparable to that of titanium alloy.
Mr. Yang is using that broom as a weapon now, isn't that a bit too much of a disadvantage?
"As long as you have a sword in your heart, then mountains, rivers, the sun and moon can all be your sword, and of course, a broom can be one too."
"Cough cough..."
After Yang Lu finished speaking, he gently waved the broom in his hand.
As Yang Lu swung the broom, the dust on the broom head surged up, and Yang Lu coughed.
"You asked for this!"
Wang Chong Wei is too lazy to waste any more words with this guy. They're both adults, and they have to pay the price for their actions!
He walked directly toward Yang Lu, brandishing his longsword at the same time!
The sword strike begins, the blade tracing faint arcs in the air, seemingly random, but each arc is actually a prelude to the next attack.
When the sword moves are unleashed, the blade sometimes thrusts straight, sometimes slashes horizontally, and sometimes cuts diagonally. The angle and force of each attack are completely different, making it impossible to defend against.
The brilliance of this sword technique lies in its ability to instantly change its attack method based on the opponent's movements and weaknesses, generating hundreds of different variations that leave the opponent bewildered and unable to grasp its essence.
This can be considered one of Wang Chong Wei's proudest sword techniques!
"I never expected this move could be used like this!"
Lin Dan, who was helped up, was quite surprised by Wang Chong Wei's move.
To be honest, he had experienced this trick of his before, but what he saw today was completely different from what he had seen before.
He knew he was no match for the move the man was about to make.
"This move is called the Myriad Illusion Blade! It has 360 variations! You think you can catch it?"
As Wang Zongwei approached Yang Lu, he spoke with great conviction.
Now that my strength has improved, I can finally perfectly demonstrate this move!
Three hundred and sixty transformations, even stronger than the seventy-two transformations of the Monkey King!
"Brother Yang..."
Lin Qinghan, on the other side, became worried. As a master swordsman, she could only use a maximum of thirty variations of sword moves at full power.
Even so, I am still considered an outstanding individual in the art of swordsmanship.
I never expected Wang Chong Wei to be able to perform 360 different variations. I wonder if Yang Ge can handle it!
Although I'm quite annoyed by Wang Chong Wei, I have to admit that his skill in kendo is indeed very formidable.
Perhaps this is what they mean by being blessed with good fortune!
Seeing Wang Chongwei's attack about to reach him, Yang Lu, holding a broom, said calmly.
"Three hundred and sixty kinds are strong?! Then take a look at my Eighteen Mosquito-Slaying Techniques, how about that!"
Yang Lu was speechless for a moment after hearing Wang Zongwei's words.
These days, is having 360 variations considered impressive? Then what about the 36,000 variations of my "Eighteen Mosquito-Slaying Techniques"?
Sigh, these middle-aged and elderly people nowadays really don't know how to be low-key at all!
Unlike myself, who is not only young but also lacks any sense of pride.
After saying that, Yang Lu swung the broom in his hand and attacked Wang Zongwei.
This trick was something I figured out myself when I was using the toilet on the mountain.
You should know that in the summer, besides wild boars, mosquitoes are the most abundant creatures on the mountain.
Every time, my butt gets covered in bites from these damn mosquitoes.
Do you think this is the most painful thing? Of course not!
The most painful thing was that every time I got home covered in soot, my master would make me meditate for several hours.
Can you feel that intense, tingling sensation?
The intense itching and pain prevented you from making any movement.
This is probably the most painful thing in the world.
From then on, Yang Lu would always carry a bamboo stick in his hand whenever he needed to relieve himself.
At first, I could kill a dozen or so at once, then hundreds or thousands, and later, when I was fully skilled, I could kill more than 30,000 blood-sucking mosquitoes at once!
Yes, that's right, I've mastered my Eighteen Mosquito-Slaying Techniques!
"you……"
When Wang Zongwei saw Yang Lu, he swung a broom at himself, his face filled with horror and disbelief.
A true expert's skill is immediately apparent.
Yang Lu's seemingly casual swing gave him a shocking feeling, as if the world had been created.
Wherever the broom passed, the airflow was stirred up into a chaotic mess, making a whooshing sound.
Upon closer inspection, the trajectory of the broom's swing seems to contain countless possibilities.
This move seemed to involve tens of thousands of variations unfolding simultaneously, each variation seamlessly connected, making it impossible to find any flaws.
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