strokinit Chapter 14 Knee-Fixing Sword Drawing Stance
Chapter 14 Knee-Fixing Sword Drawing Stance
He didn't loosen his grip on the scabbard holding the opponent's blade. His right leg dropped, and his knee snapped, clamping his scabbard and the opponent's blade tightly with his calf like an iron clamp!
This move was extremely clever. By using the principle of joint locking, a temporary tsuba (handguard) was instantly formed, firmly locking the opponent's blade and preventing them from drawing it back smoothly!
The burly man felt the blade tighten and instinctively pulled back with all his might.
However, Huang Shujian flipped his wrist, gripped the hilt of the ghost-head saber upside down, and took advantage of the moment when the opponent drew his sword with all his might and the center of his body was wide open, he suddenly drew his sword!
"bass--!"
A clear, melodious sword cry, like the roar of a dragon, suddenly rang out!
The cold glint of the blade drew a chilling, poignant line in the afterglow of the setting sun!
It sweeps out diagonally from bottom to top!
Fast! Accurate! Ruthless!
The blade flashed and disappeared in an instant.
Time seemed to freeze for a moment.
The burly man's attempt to seize the knife froze.
He loosened his grip on the knife, staggered back two steps, and futilely covered his neck with both hands.
He opened his mouth as if to say something, but only let out a "hoarse" sound.
The next moment, warm blood gushed out from between his fingers like a fountain!
With a thud, the big man fell heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Blood quickly seeped out beneath him, a horrifying sight.
Huang Shujian slowly straightened up and loosened his legs, which were clamped around the scabbard.
The other person's knife clattered to the ground.
With a light flick of his wrist, the blood droplets on the blade were shaken off, leaving a bleak red line on the bluestone slab.
The first move in "Tiger Crouching and Absolute Blade Stance" is the Knee-Fixing and Blade-Drawing Stance.
He didn't even use his three ultimate moves: Battle Storm, Kick, and Bombardment.
"He killed someone... but he didn't vomit..."
"This is the formidable physical strength brought by the [Pure Yang] talent, combined with the perfect understanding of the 'Tiger Subduing Absolute Blade Technique', the combined power..."
Huang Shujian felt the strong beating of his heart in his chest and understood.
Overcoming the gap between two major points, the weak defeat the strong, and kill the enemy with a single blow!
The lessons learned in real-world practice are indeed far superior to those gained through closed-door training.
Just then...
"what!"
A piercing scream was followed by a dull thud as a heavy object fell to the ground.
A figure was sent flying through the air like a tattered sack, tumbling and crashing not far in front of Huang Shujian, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Huang Shujian looked closely and recognized him as Iron Head, one of the Red Flower Double Sticks of the Black Dragon Gang.
However, at this moment, Tie Tou had lost his previous arrogance.
His head and face were covered in blood and bruises, swollen like a pig's head, and the ironwood stick he was famous for was broken in two and lying to one side.
A figure, carrying a long, blood-dripping knife, walked over unhurriedly.
The newcomer was a man with long, flowing hair and an effeminate face, who also wore a red ribbon tied around his neck, typical of a caravan.
Long hair razor!
He held a slender Miao sword in his hand, and without even glancing at the dying Tie Tou on the ground, his cold and arrogant gaze was fixed directly on Huang Shujian, who stood holding the sword.
"Oh? He actually managed to kill Old Zhang? Looks like he wasn't just all show and no substance."
Tie Tou caught his breath, stretched out his blood-stained hand, and grabbed Huang Shujian's trouser leg tightly. His lips moved as if he wanted to ask for help.
"Help...help..."
As soon as he opened his mouth, even more blood gushed out.
Long-haired Knife chuckled, his gaze returning to Huang Shujian with a playful, cat-and-mouse expression.
"Your knife skills look much more interesting than your boxing."
With a flick of his wrist, he held the slender Miao knife upside down, creating a beautiful flourish that reflected the cold light of the setting sun.
"Come on, let me try. Let's see how many moves you can withstand from my blade!"
Huang Shujian looked down at Tie Tou, who was clutching his trouser leg and whose breath was growing weaker and weaker, his face expressionless.
He lifted his foot and gave it a light kick.
Iron Head's hand loosened weakly, and he was kicked and rolled away, falling into a pool of blood, only weak twitching remaining.
It's in the way.
Huang Shujian raised the ghost-headed broadsword in his hand, the tip of the blade pointing diagonally at the ground, the crimson blood groove gleaming darkly in the twilight.
No nonsense, no probing.
The next moment, the two moved almost simultaneously!
Like two arrows released from a bow, carrying a sharp killing intent, they charged towards each other!
The sound of a blade slicing through the air suddenly became sharp!
The blade slashed diagonally, tearing through the evening breeze, aiming straight for the waist of the long-haired sword.
This is the starting move of the kicking and slashing stance; what follows will be a series of unpredictable and varied leg and slashing attacks.
Huang Shujian came to the Black Dragon Gang to hone his swordsmanship, and the Long Hair Sword was the perfect tool for that.
The distance between the two people rapidly shortened.
Two zhang, one zhang...
Huang Shujian could even see the cold glint of his own blade reflected in the other's eyes.
However, in that split second—
The long-haired dagger, which was almost within reach, suddenly grinned, revealing a mocking smile.
Just as the blade of the demon head knife was about to reach his body, he suddenly twisted his entire body to the side!
The blade of the ghost-head knife grazed past his clothes, only tearing the hem.
The Miao sword he held upside down, using the force of his twisting body, drew a complete circle in the air!
The blade flashed like mercury spilling onto the ground, incredibly smooth.
As the blade spun to its highest point, he gripped the hilt with both hands, changing from holding it upside down to holding it upright with both hands!
"Break!"
With a low shout, a cold glint flashed in the long-haired man's sword-like eyes.
Using the full force of his body's rotation and the grip of his hands on the blade, the Miao sword, with a piercing whistle, slashed fiercely down at the ghost-headed sword in Huang Shujian's hand!
There is no way to avoid it.
"Snap—!"
A sharp, piercing crack that sent chills down your spine suddenly exploded out!
Huang Shujian felt a sudden weight in his hand, and an irresistible force traveled along the blade, causing his tiger's mouth to go numb. He staggered back several steps, almost kneeling on the ground, before he could barely regain his balance.
Look down.
The demon-headed sword in his hand was now reduced to only half!
The break was clean and reflected a cold metallic luster.
"Take it!"
With a buzzing sound, the other half of the blade spun several times in the air before being stuck diagonally in the crack between the two people's stone slabs, still trembling on its own.
It's...broken?
Huang Shujian's pupils contracted slightly.
Although this ghost-headed knife is not a divine weapon, it is still made of refined iron through a hundred forgings, making it extremely hard.
How could the opponent cleave it in two with a single strike?
The long-haired sword was slowly sheathed; the blade of the Miao sword had not even a crease, and still gleamed with a cold light.
He tilted his head, looking at Huang Shujian, who was kneeling on the ground holding a broken blade, and the mocking smile on his lips became more and more obvious.
"Without the knife, how...can you play?"
Before he finished speaking, the long-haired sword suddenly moved and pounced on Huang Shujian.
While you are sick, I will kill you!
The moment the long-haired sword moved, Huang Shujian also moved!
With a flick of his wrist, he sent a handful of dust and pebbles flying, which rained down on the long-haired swordsman!
"Um?"
Long-haired Dao was clearly not expected Huang Shujian to use such a shameless tactic. He subconsciously tilted his head and squinted, then swung his sword to disperse the dust.
The moment his view was obstructed, Huang Shujian sprang up like a cat and turned to run without hesitation!
"Trying to run away?"
A furious roar came from behind.