Kenzo Mingshin

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

From the heart, Nie Mingxin is really a difficult person to get along with.

Nie Ming doesn't love to kill, he doesn't like to kill.Infatuated with swords, but not only fond of swords.Outside the rivers and lakes, he respects the old and loves the young, shows his ambition and upholds integrity, and on the road, he is just a good-looking young man.

His eyes are high above the top, or he is gentle and considerate, all for specific people.

He's actually a pretty boring guy.

Shen Qing used to think that she was special.Yes, he is special, but sometimes, not necessarily.

Nie Mingxin only lost one teacup.However, after he finished throwing away the teacup, he acted as if he couldn't see Shen Qing, his eyes looked at his nose, his nose looked at his heart, and he became defiant.

Shen Qing was neither angry nor annoyed, he simply greeted the other two sword lords, then walked behind Nie Mingxin and stood quietly.

The sword competition opens according to the time.

Liulike flirted with the red-clothed Jiaonu, and was about to grab his umbrella and prepare to end the situation.But Nie Mingxin pressed him down again.

"Me first this year."

Liuli Ke: "Huh?" He blinked, and subconsciously glanced at Shen Qing.

Shen Qing raised the corner of her mouth slightly, but the smile escaped her eyes: "Why does Lord Jian look at me like this?"

"No, no, no..." Liulike raised his legs, "I just watched, to see how someone wants to protect his weaknesses."

Wen Tianfeng was very high above sea level, and there were many cold branches and bamboo knots growing sparsely on the side of the venue. Nie Mingxin jumped lightly, and broke off a bamboo branch from the cold bamboo. Then he removed all the bamboo leaves with rough edges, revealing the prototype of a bare blunt sword.

Nie Mingxin glanced to the right, raised his eyebrows, and all the people in the rivers and lakes nearby stepped back a few steps in a sensible way.

He swung the sword with the momentum, rustling, leaving sword marks on the stone wall.

Liuli Ke clicked his tongue: "Competition of swords is a good sword competition, what are you doing destroying the scenery?"

Nie Ming snorted softly, swiped his hand casually, and put his back on the stage.

Immediately, there was a crisp sound on the high platform, and everyone looked intently, the willow armchair Liu Like was sitting on had a leg broken, leaving only a lonely stick with three legs.

Liuli Ke still sat motionless.

He leaned sideways on the back of the chair, knocking on the folding fan he never left his hand for a while, and he didn't forget to chat with Yun Songzi about his seatmates.

"Ah, ah, really, I don't know how to laugh at you, and I don't let people talk about pretentiousness."

Yun Songzi said: "Say less, be careful that your other leg will be gone later."

Just as Yun Songzi finished speaking, Liulike heard another click, his poor armchair only had two legs left.

He smacked his lips and turned to look at Shen Qing.

Shen Qing said: "Shen Qing, prepare another chair for Lord Jian."

——What a good boy, why is he so blind?

Liulike sighed: "Forget it, this chair is fine for me to sit on, I dare not ask you, I'm afraid he will slap me in the face."

He stood up from the armchair, and the armchair, which had lost its support, fell to the ground with a snap.Liulike walked up to the fence, swiped and opened his folding fan.Off the court, Yun Haitao and Nie Mingxin fought to the fullest.

Nie Mingxin is known as the unworldly genius of the past ten years, the pinnacle of swordsmanship.This time he folded bamboo branches to make a sword, naturally it is not as sharp as his 'Ming Xin', but it is so, the green bamboo is in hand, the power is not diminished, sometimes it moves lightly, sometimes it moves fiercely.

The rustling is near the abyss, floating like a fairy.

Liu Like commented: "It's really not easy to be able to juggle a sword as if you're juggling a knife."

As soon as he finished speaking, a burst of sword energy struck, Liulike turned his head slightly to avoid it, but a strand of black hair was still cut off from his temple.

Yun Songzi closed his eyes and rested his mind to know what happened. He stood still and sneered coolly: "I told you to stop talking a few words... The world is clear and the world is full of eyes. What does it look like?"

Jiaonu opened the bamboo umbrella in her hand with a loud voice: "Monastery, you should go under the umbrella to avoid danger, at least cover your face, Nie Xiaojian will not destroy the umbrella and hit your face."

Liulike calmly raised his folding fan to cover half of his face, only his eyes were exposed: "You say this every year, Ming Xin still plays with me."

Jiao Nu walked up to Liu Li Ke with an umbrella, and said softly, "Who told you to tease him like this all the time, hey."

It just looks like there is nothing he can do.

The relationship between the old, middle and young sword lords of the three generations is quite pleasant.

Looking at the field again, this sword competition has come to an end.

Sword wind, sword intent, sword style.

In the last move, there was no wind and no movement. The young swordsman put a bamboo branch against Yun Haitao's throat to mark the end.

A little bloodstain, a little pain, made Yun Haitao's pupils shrunk involuntarily, and when Nie Mingxin threw the bamboo branch in his hand, it just fell under the cold bamboo he broke off.

"I won."

This is undoubtedly a wonderful sword match.

At this moment, Yun Haitao seemed to wake up from some psychedelic situation. He came back to his senses, and knelt down with a plop, his eyes full of fanaticism: "I beg the Lord Sword to accept me as a disciple!"