Faced with many strange gazes, Taojing Sa stood up too proud and had a very vulgar temperament.

Hattori Bingyue leaned slightly, leaned close to Lin Chong's ear and whispered: "The man named Sata Momoi is the son of Heimasa Momoi. Although he is only twenty-three years old this year, he is already a master of Jingxin Ai-sharp. He is known as the most powerful genius in the Taojing family in a century. His talent in practicing swords is even above Heimasa Momoi."

Lin Chong looked at Tao Jing Sa's energetic back and nodded quietly, indicating that he knew.

"I'll be your opponent!"

After a brief silence, a low shout suddenly sounded from the crowd, and then a figure left the crowd and strode to Sata, Taojing.

This figure is tall, with a fat face, and a scar on his left cheek, looking quite ferocious, and it is exactly the Shinto Wunianliu Normal School, Takaichi Sato.

Everyone in the hall was excited: "There is a good show."

No one expected that Shinto Wunianliu and Jingxin Mingzhiliu would face each other in the first round, and both sides of the battle were famous top experts in the Fusang Sword Realm.

Sato Takaichi is 34 years old this year, which is the golden age of the swordsman. He is at the peak of his experience, strength, and degree, and has extremely rich practical experience.

Although his reputation is not as loud as Saito Yujuro, his strength is not weak at all. He is enough to rank among all the disciples of Shinto Wunianliu, otherwise he would not have become a Taoist teacher.

Feeling the fierce aura coming from Sato Takaichi, Momoi Sa shook his neck so hard that he looked extremely relaxed and without any tension. The more intense the fighting spirit in his eyes.

The two looked at each other, their eyes collided in the sky, as if a series of dazzling sparks splashed out. Without any nonsense, they pulled out their weapons and prepared to start fighting.

The weapon of Sata Momoi is one long, two short, three Taidao. He holds the Longdao in his left hand and the Shortdao in his right hand. There is also a short Taidao in his waist, and the two swords crossed and crossed in front of him, posing a strange starting posture.

Sato Takaichi only has a too-sword, about 1.5 meters long, with a thick back and thin blade. It is far from the length and weight of the ordinary too-sword, which is obviously tailor-made for him.

This tooth sword can fully exert the strength and body advantage of Sato Takaichi. Once it is used, no one can get close to him within two meters.

Sato Takashi held a knife in his hands, and the tip of the knife was raised upwards in front of him. The muscles on both arms kept twisting and squirming, and they swelled a lot.

While constantly adjusting his body, Sato Takaichi's gaze firmly locked on Momoi Sata, his attention was unprecedentedly concentrated, and he could slash out a thunder attack at any time.

Sata Momoi's pupils shrank slightly, and he finally put away his casual expression and began to take serious attention.

Although both of them entered a state of fighting, they did not take action immediately. Instead, they silently accumulated strength, adjusted their posture, and tried to defeat the other party in one move.

This is the characteristic of Fusang Sword. If you don’t take action, you will be able to decide the winner.

"Lin Jun, who do you think will win?"

Hattori Bingyue blocked her mouth with a folding fan and lowered her voice to ask Lin Chong.

Lin Chong kept looking at his nose and nose, as if an old monk had entered into meditation. Hearing this, he looked up and glanced at the two figures in the middle of the hall, and said carelessly: "That person with a scar on his face."

"You mean Takaichi Sato?"

Hattori Bingyue blinked: "But why do I think Momoi Sa looks so calmer? Moreover, his talent and qualifications in practicing swords are far above Takaichi Sato, which is recognized by the Fusang Kendo community."

"If you only talk about swordsmanship, maybe the person named Taojing Sata might be higher than the top line, but in actual combat, whoever has higher swordsmanship can win." Lin Chong said lightly.

"Lin Jun means that is, is Sato Takaichi's practical experience richer than Sato's Momoi?"

Hattori still had some difficulty believing, because Sato Momoi is much more famous than Takaichi Sato: "I heard that Sato Momoi has been looking for someone to compete in swords since he was fifteen years old..."

"If Miss Hattori doesn't believe it, wait for the result."

Lin Chong interrupted Hattori Bingyue's words: "Look, they are about to fight."

Hattori Izuki wanted to take this opportunity to get closer to Lin Chong, but when he heard him say this, he had to shut his mouth unhappily and look at the field with beautiful eyes.

Just as Lin Chong was talking to Hattori Izuki, Sata Momoi and Takaichi Sato were ready, and two powerful auras burst out from their bodies at the same time.

The one who took action first was Sata Taoi.

"Swish!"

Momoi Sata stepped forward and instantly narrowed the distance with Takaichi Sato instantly. The Longta knife slashed down obliquely, bringing up a sharp sword light, as if he was about to split Takaichi Sato's waist in half!

At the same time, the short sword he held in his other hand was still standing beside him, and could be used to block Sato Takaichi's counterattack at any time.

Among the three major sword art schools of Fusang, Beichen's sword flow pursues degree, Shendao's thoughtless flow focuses on power, while Mirror-heart wisdom flow emphasizes balance.

The so-called balance means both offense and defense.

Facing the lightning-fast sword of Momoi Sa, Sato Takaichi obviously had no intention of fighting with the opponent to lose both sides. Just when he was about to be killed, he suddenly took a step back and just left the attack range.

Taojing Satai failed in one move, but his movements did not stop. His body rotated rapidly with the force, just like a gyro, and the short sword stabbed out quietly!

"call out!"

Accompanied by the slight sound of breaking through the air, the sharp tip of the knife came to Sato's chest in the blink of an eye.

One inch long, one inch strong; one inch short, one inch dangerous.

Taojing Sata's long and short two-sword flow is indeed very powerful, it can attack or defend, close or far, and the offense and defense are smooth and natural, with almost no flaws.

Sato's eyes flashed and he retreated again.

"Swish swish swish swish!"

Momoi Sa was too powerful and was chasing behind Takaichi Sato, slashing out one after another, without giving Takaichi Sato a chance to breathe.

Seeing this scene, Momoi Heimasa's eyebrows gradually frowned.

Fujido Masato stood with a knife, a smug sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Taojing Sa is too much to lose."

On the other side, Chiba Ryui said to Chiba Yuhe with expressionless face: "If you fight with others in the future, don't make the same mistakes as him."

Qianye Yuhe nodded without understanding.

He attacked more than a dozen times in one breath, and even if Tao Jingsa was too physically strong, he couldn't help feeling a little difficult.

At this moment, he also realized that he seemed to have fallen into the trap of Takaichi Sato, but he could not imagine that he could only grit his teeth and persevere.
Chapter completed!