leonardwarren Chapter 232 The Sound Of The Sword Reflects The Moon
Chapter 232 The Sound Of The Sword Reflects The Moon
The sound waves of the sword rippled, and the space was distorted visibly to the naked eye.
Truman squinted his eyes, and he saw that it was no ordinary sound wave, that sound wave was mixed with very deep soul power!
The sound of the sword reflects the moon!
Finally used another move of Gui Gu!
Lin Nai's eyes suddenly lit up when he saw this.
He has been waiting for a long time.
This Mu Xun finally doesn't just use that old trick anymore.
Buzz——
Wherever the sound waves of the sword passed, each of Trumen's phantom clones automatically disintegrated and disappeared...
Even several large rocks on the Gobi Desert shattered and turned into powder the moment the sound wave passed through!
"Hiss..." Truman took a breath of cold air.
The moment he was swept by the sound wave, he subconsciously gritted his teeth.
The sound waves of the sword cry not only wiped away all his phantom clones, but when his body heard the sound of the sword cry, blood oozed from the ear holes...
My head was also dizzy, and the picture in front of me gradually turned black, as if I was under some kind of mental attack!
What a powerful move!
Truman's body swayed a little, and he almost lost his balance. He covered his buzzing head with one hand.
The next moment, in his blurred vision, he saw Mu Xun's eyes stern, attacking him again with a sword!
This time there was no confusion from the phantom. Mu Xun directly locked Trumen's position, and this time he didn't have to worry about whether it was a phantom.
"Superpower - the sage meditates!"
Truman quickly closed his eyes, clicked on the acupuncture points on his body with two fingers, circulated the soul power in his body, and used the sect's mental skills.
Under the influence of soul power, a cool feeling quickly spread throughout the body.
Soon the buzzing in my head disappeared.
Truman suddenly opened his eyes. At this time, Mu Xun's sword was almost in front of him!
The sword edge was only twenty centimeters away from his pupils!
When he reached the front, Truman quickly stepped back and retreated. At the same time, he raised something in his hand and turned it around.
"Ding!" With a sound, the weapon in his hand collided with Mu Xun's bronze sword, making a crisp sound!
Only then did the audience see clearly - the weapon in Truman's hand was a 30 cm long bamboo-colored writing brush.
Many people showed puzzled expressions. Can a writing brush be used as a weapon?
"That pen..." Lin Nai saw the brush in Truman's hand and wondered, "Is it Truman's weapon?"
"Yes." Hua Lingze next to him nodded: "That is his weapon - Rufeng. It is said to be the academy's most precious treasure passed down from generation to generation in the Confucian Academy. Only the most talented disciples among each class of students can use it. You can get it, I haven’t seen him use this pen in a long time.”
Lin Nai suddenly remembered Truman's extraordinary professional name - The Phantom Writer.
It turns out that his weapon is really a pen...
"Sizzling, sizzling..."
The two weapons were stagnant in the air for several seconds, trembling slightly.
But the stalemate did not last long.
The strength of Mu Xun's wrist was still greater than that of Truman, and the long sword finally pushed the brush down.
Truman didn't fight him head-on, he pulled his wrist back, turned around and stepped back in a dashing way.
‘Under normal conditions, Mu Xun has 3075 attack power points, which can suppress almost all players in this competition. ’
Under Mu Xun's repeated suppression, Truman's eyes remained clear and calm behind his glasses, and his brain began to work rapidly again, recalling the simulation deductions and calculations he had made before the game.
'Based on his habit, after suppressing the opponent with one sword, he will use Guigu's pace, adjust his body position, and turn slightly to the left 25 degrees...'
‘Then he pursued the victory and drew the sword diagonally from the right side. The angle of the blade was about 79 degrees...'
Having calculated this point, Mu Xun took action as expected. His figure swayed slightly to the left, and the long sword in his right hand came diagonally!
Truman seemed to have expected this sword, and he turned his body slightly to the side and successfully dodged it.
‘Mu Xun’s swordsmanship uses vertical swordsmanship among Guigu’s vertical and horizontal swordsmanship. The characteristic of swordsmanship is momentum. He specializes in momentum and situation and pursues the chance of a fatal blow. Guigu calls it He. ’
Truman continued to calculate in his mind: 'With the characteristics of vertical swordsmanship, Mu Xun will pursue at least three swords in a row, and the first sword he dodges is just a test. ’
'The first sword attack failed, so his next move was the sword-hanging stance. ’
‘But this move is just a feint, the last move is to thrust the sword straight. ’
'Based on Mu Xun's habit, when he executes this sword, his wrist will slightly deviate 13 degrees to the right from the standard action, and his wrist will be slightly raised. This will maximize the offensiveness of this move and make it inevitable for the opponent to avoid it. .....'
'but! ’
‘In this way, it also exposed his defensive weaknesses when attacking. ’
‘Give your opponent a moment’s chance to counterattack! ’
'Of course, 99.99% of the opponents will not be able to detect that opportunity in an instant. ’
Truman smiled slightly, his eyes brightening behind his glasses: 'But I can...'
Truman's calculation is like a prophecy.
Mu Xun's movements of swinging the sword seemed to have been completely predicted by him, accurate to every angle, exactly as Truman said!
Truman easily dodged his attack.
He stepped continuously, his body was light, and he kept stepping back. His movements were full of elegance, and the clothes on his body made a sound.
He turned his body and quickly opened a few meters distance from Mu Xun.
At the same time, he drew the pen in the air!
"Splash with ink!"
Truman flicked his wrist seemingly casually.
The brush left a long ink trail in the air.
"The pen moves the dragon and the snake!"
Truman gathered his soul power in his hand, held the brush, and quickly swung it in the air again.
A series of seemingly abstract black ink symbols appeared, forming a smart and magnificent landscape painting in front of Truman!
The black ink was like a living creature, and it started to move, like coiled dragons and snakes, or like streams of black ink flowing in the air, twisting and flowing around Mu Xun!
Mu Xun glanced around with his peripheral vision, and the long sword in his hand was spinning around him.
The green light of the sword energy spread across the world, cutting through the black ink!
But the black ink is like a flowing stream. Even if the sword energy ripples through it, it will quickly gather again and return to calm.
The black ink quickly wrapped around Mu Xun's hands, feet, and body...
A streak of black ink, like a sharp edge, passed through Mu Xun's waist, instantly cutting a trail of blood!
Mu Xun was actually injured!
No matter the audience, the players, or the leaders of major universities watching the game in the Sky Eye Room, they couldn't help but marvel.
To be able to make Guigu disciples injured and bloody is something that no contestant in many competitions has ever done!
Mu Xun frowned slightly. The ink gathered more and more, covering him completely. It was as if he fell into an ink pool and was submerged. He had no strength but was completely unable to escape.
"Thousands of rivers rush into the sea!" Mu Xun raised his sword and finally used his third move of Gui Gu!