C868 Path Sword Art

Qian Tianyongerlang stood at the center of the banquet, beside him stood two brothers from the same clan who had performed on the Grappler. but there was no warmth in their eyes, there was only hostility and aggression from their competitors.

"Yong Erlang, do you need me to exchange a few blows with you? Didn't you arrogantly say that your Sword Truth is number one? Unfortunately, none of us have seen you do it. "Hahaha …"

Hearing the ridicule from the crowd, Qian Tianyongerlang knew that they were trying to mess with him, he was not moved in the slightest. He looked at the senior messenger from the country calmly, bowed deeply, and stood on top of the tatami with his feet separated by like a mountain.

Seeing that Yong Erlang did not fall for their trap, those few people shut their mouths as they laughed at him, the Dragon Lord looked him up and down, "Earlier, I already saw you use a wooden blade to suppress those wild warrior s. Honestly speaking, that level of skill was nothing to me, but now, I don't have the time to watch you fight with other people, show me your skill …"

"Ha …" Yong Erlang bowed, then straightened his back and began to walk backwards. He was adjusting his breathing and heartbeat, his heart becoming calmer and calmer until his ears automatically rejected all noise.

The Katana was stabbed into his waist, his left hand held onto the scabbard, his thumb pointed at the mouth as he waited to take action. Then he looked at Yong Erlang's right index finger, which was trembling slightly as if he was doing some kind of preparatory work.

Dragon Lord was a knowledgeable person and he had already felt the unique temperament emitted from Yong Erlang's body. Dragon Lord's eyes even narrowed slightly.

Suddenly, Yong Erlang exerted himself, and with a loud roar, he quickly pulled out the Katana with his right hand and suddenly rushed towards Dragon Lord with both of his feet.

"Protect the lord!" At that time, a few warriors and guards subconsciously wanted to stand in front of Dragon Lord, but Dragon Lord shouted, "Step down!" Those few people were like clay statues, not daring to take a step forward.

Yong Erlang did not draw his blade to attack Dragon Lord, but he actually threw the Katana into the air. Three meters above his head were the pillars in the hall, and there were all sorts of complicated patterns carved on them.

At that moment, it was as if time had slowed down. The Katana was rolling in a parabola while Yong Erlang quickly rushed forward and tilted his body at the last moment.

His left hand was still holding onto the scabbard, while the Katana's scabbard had been stuck at his waist the entire time, not moving at all. With a swish, a white light flashed, and the Katana that rolled over the main beam was actually pushed back into the scabbard.

Everything happened in a split-second. There wasn't even three seconds of time. Some of the people present didn't even realize what had happened. The entire hall was deathly silent.

Dragon Lord was so excited that his eyes turned into slits. He did not think that a small island nation like Japan would actually have such an exquisite sword technique!

He could see very clearly that it was a Blade Splitting Katana. The blade was about three and a half feet long and was covered with the patterns of snow that were refined a hundred times.

To be able to throw the Katana across the beam and catch it with the sheath at her waist, how powerful was her control? If there was even the slightest error, the Katana would easily slice apart Yong Erlang's stomach.

A lonely clapping sound came out, only Dragon Lord was clapping loudly, following that, the surrounding people also came to their senses, the warriors who had been looking down on Yong Erlang all turned red from shame.

Your name is Qian Tianyongerlang? "Tell me the name of this skill …"

"My Lord, what I learned is a sword technique of the Ju-Dao. The move just now was not used in actual combat, but a controlled training for the sake of training the Saber Drawing Art …"

Tian Qingning, who was at the side, said with a smile, "Ju He Dao originated from the end of the Warring States Era, the time when the Minister of Reliance, His Highness the Great Pavilion and the Duke of Dechuan competed for power. We know that the founder of Ju He was called Lin Qi."

"The Juhe path is actually a sword technique that is practiced to the extreme by the Sword Drawing Arts. The most important thing is that the Katana is not unsheathed, but it will be killed in one blow …"

Yong Erlang calmly said, "Pulling out and chopping, neither pulling out nor chopping. This blade is something that can only be used as a blade when chopping. The true essence is to see through it in an instant while waiting …" One hit kill! "

"Good, good, good. This trip to Jinze was really not in vain. Qian Tianyongerlang! Are you willing to fight with me for a future? But you must remember, once you leave the main house, you will never come back. Either die or create a new career for yourself! "

Yong Erlang was so excited that his entire body was trembling, he kneeled on the tatami and said with a trembling voice, "How dare you not offer all of my loyalty!"

"Very good! You don't need to sleep tonight, pick fifty warriors from the Former Tian Family and leave Fu Sang with me tomorrow morning! "Hahaha …" With that, Dragon Lord laughed maniacally as he finished his dinner, turned around and went back to rest.

The previous Tian Qingning let out a long sigh. He looked at Yong Erlang and smiled, "Being able to obtain the top fifty has already exceeded my expectations. You have done very well …" Tomorrow morning, you can go to the storehouse to collect fifty famous blades. This will be the last time that I, the Patriarch, take care of you! "

At this point, Tian Qingning walked up to Yong Erlang and slapped him on the shoulder with a fan. "Go, we need you to give us our surname, the glory of the Wu family will continue to shine …" To fight for a future with your life! "

The Dragon Lord was resting, while the Former Tian Family had turned into a real martial arts practice field. There were not many spots for the fifty, and the sounds of killing could be heard from the training grounds at the back of the mountain. Yong Erlang wouldn't have any special care for him, if he wanted to join, he would have to show his ability.

In the morning of the second day, fifty fully armed Jinze Warriors lined up neatly in a phalanx at the city gate. Before, Tian Qingning had even provided them with fifty precious warhorses, but of course, they could not bring them out of Japan.

It was not because the Former Tian Family was stingy, it was because the Dragon Lord and the rest did not want to see these inferior horses.

Yojiru's mother did not feel sad at all. She just stuffed a small silk pouch into the child's arms. "This is a talisman from the Temple of God. It's either come back with battle merits and honor to meet me, or die in another country!" I will pray for you... "

It wasn't just Yong Erlang's family. The mothers, wives, and children of the other fifty warriors all had the same expression. They could be sad, they could be sad, but no one would stop them.