Chapter 59 Flaming Knife VS Wooden Sword

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"The Blood Sword Sect Master is probably exaggerating. Is that young man Xiao Feng or Zhang Wuji?" Hong Antong smiled, showing his disbelief.

Yuan Chengzhi also smiled faintly in his heart. Over the past few years, he has integrated the martial arts of Huashan School, Golden Snake Langjun, and Tiejianmen, forming his own faction. Although martial arts self-questioning is not the best in the world, he is not inferior to anyone.

"Hongjiao mainly asks himself that his martial arts are better than me, so he can teach him some lessons in the end." The blood knife ancestor narrowed his eyes, and the hand holding the blood knife also tightened.

Hong Antong's white hair was no wind, and he smiled lightly, and his body disappeared in place. A punch had already hit the big hole in the chest of the ancestor of the blood knife. Although the ancestor of the blood knife was surprised by his speed, he was experienced and well prepared.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them dismantled more than ten moves. Hong Antong was originally slightly higher than the ancestor of the blood knife in pure martial arts, but in the actual fight, he could only fight without a winner, and he was extremely depressed.

Sang Jie, who was on the side, saw that the two of them were almost fighting, and jumped into the arena quickly, turning into a few nihilistic handprints with both hands, and immediately separated the two.

"Humph!" Hong Antong groaned, turned around and sat down, "The big mudra of Tantric Buddhism really deserves its reputation."

The blood knife ancestor also put the blood knife in his waist and sat down slowly.

Yuan Chengzhi was startled when he saw it, and he thought to himself that he would be a sure winner against any one of the three, and the two of them would join forces to maintain an undefeated at most.

"Ancestor of Blood Knife. Is that young man really so good?" Yuan Chengzhi wanted to deal with Wei Xiaobao, but when he saw a few of them had the same goal as himself, he thought that he had no grudges with them, and there was nothing wrong with joining forces once.

There was a look of horror on the face of the blood knife ancestor: "I asked myself that I have seen a lot of masters in the martial arts, but it is the first time I have seen someone who can use an ordinary wooden sword to perform exquisite swordsmanship." Then he put the The situation is described in detail.

The other three were amazed, Yuan Chengzhi was also surprised, thinking that half of his kung fu was on this golden snake sword. If it were an ordinary wooden sword, I am afraid that I would not be able to beat these three.

Having seen the martial arts of the blood knife ancestor, everyone believed his judgment, and Yuan Chengzhi was also moved, but he still had to ask some doubts in his heart: "You are all overlords, why do you work together to deal with a small Wei Xiaobao?"

Sang Jie glanced at the ancestor of the blood knife, put his palms together, and said: "Golden Snake King, we will not deceive you, the blood knife sect master and I are now relying on the Mongolian seventh emperor's grandson Alibu brother Wang Ye, Wang Ye, his old man and Manqing are stalemate. For a long time, those of us who are subordinates have been thinking about whether we can share our worries for him and get rid of the right-hand man of the little emperor Kangxi. As for the leader of Hong, recently, he also intends to rely on our prince, and plans to make a great contribution before meeting the prince and his old man... "

Hong Antong nodded slightly, but he thought to himself: When this seat finds Wei Xiaobao and forces him to reveal the secrets of the 42 chapters of the classics, wouldn't it be better to set up an independent kingdom overseas, and have to join in and become a servant.

"According to our repeated investigations, Wei Xiaobao seems to be walking separately from the main force. Now it should be in the territory of Gusu of the Song State, and we will ambush him on the only way to return to Yanjing, Yangzhou!" As soon as the four giants decided to join forces, they soon Start planning.

"We must let him stay in Yangzhou for a while, so that we have enough time to close the net."

"What weakness does Wei Xiaobao have?"

"Lustful, good gambling, good money."

"Yangzhou has always been the land of fireworks, so you might as well use beauty as bait..."

"But Wei Xiaobao is a high-ranking official in the Manchu Qing Dynasty. I haven't seen anything so beautiful. I'm afraid he doesn't look down on ordinary vulgar fans."

"The lady in this seat is also barely considered a national beauty, and she was considered a suitable candidate. It's a pity that the little thief has already seen her. It would be bad if he became suspicious in advance."

"It's really a pity that Mrs. Hong's famous reputation spreads far and wide. It's a pity."

A group of men were looking at each other, worrying about the bait. At this time, the big tent was opened, and a beautiful young woman walked in. Although she was not old, her bun was already up, and it looked like she was a woman." Brother Yuan, how many guests have you heard?"

Several people looked at each other, and secretly exclaimed in their hearts: Stepping through the iron shoes and finding nowhere will take no effort!

Yuan Chengzhi's head was full of black lines: Qingqing, you didn't come in early or late, but you came in at this time.

Who knew that Xia Qingqing became excited when he heard the plans of several people: "It's fun! Just let me go, I don't believe that Wei Xiaobao, the yellow-haired boy, won't bow down under my aunt... madam's skirt."

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Looking back at the competition between Song Qingshu and Jiu Mozhi, Jiu Mozhi didn't take Song Qingshu seriously, but the two faced each other from a distance. Jiu Mozhi quickly realized his mistake. Compared with myself, it is really not much.

Song Qingshu knew that the other party was unwilling to take the first shot out of concern for his face, so he made a move of "Miyun No Rain" with the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon.

"Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms?" Jiu Mozhi was very knowledgeable, he recognized Song Qingshu's martial arts skills at a glance, and he was puzzled, "I heard from those women just now that his surname seems to be Song, so it must not be Qiao Feng. And Guo Jing, but I've never heard of any masters from the younger generation of the Beggar Gang."

Seeing the joy of hunting, Jiu Mozhi used one of the seventy-two Shaolin stunts, "Hannya Palm" to greet him. The two fists intersected and fought each other for dozens of moves. It is the deepest and deepest of Shaolin Temple.

With endless palms, it is true that every opponent will meet a good talent.

It's a pity that Song Qingshu has never been able to spy on the realm of the eighteen palms of subduing the dragon, so it is only seven or eight powerful when he plays it. Jiu Mozhi also played the Prajna palm by tricks, only to get its shape, but not its spirit, so the two It takes half a dick to fight for so long.

If it was Xiao Feng or Guo Jing who used the Eighteen Palms for Subduing the Dragon at this moment, and Jiu Mozhi simply used the Prajna palm to meet the enemy, he would have already been defeated; for the same reason, the Prajna Palm was used by the sweeping monk, and Song Qingshu's Eighteen Palms for Subduing the Dragon could not stop him. Live ten strokes.

Nonetheless, the two of them had exquisite moves, and the surrounding tables and chairs were swept away by Yu Wei's palm, and they were all shattered.

"These goddamn martial arts people, what should I do with this loss?" The boss went upstairs to see the mess in the ground, and couldn't help but feel sad, crying and grabbing the ground.

"Shut up, don't disturb Grandpa's interest in watching." Wei Xiaobao was looking at it, and threw a bank note to the boss, "It's just a loss for you, don't say enough!"

"Enough is enough, the masters are playing slowly, and I'll go and make a pot of tea for you." Seeing the amount of the silver note, the boss immediately smiled and ran down.

Being interrupted by this, the two took the opportunity to separate, and Jiu Mozhi looked at Song Qingshu in amazement: "Song Gongzi is the highest martial arts practitioner that a poor monk has encountered since he entered the Central Plains."

"Shaolin Temple Prajna Palm takes thirty-four years to achieve a small success. This monk must have only learned a few years, and it is really puzzling that he can practice to such a degree." Wang Yuyan muttered to herself, bowing her head and falling into a daze. Thinking hard, looking puzzled.

"King Ming is really amazing, and one year of practice is worth ten years of Shaolin monks!" Song Qing praised with sincerity. Although he knew that the other party was motivated by Xiao Wuxiang Gong, he was just a flattering remark. No one will die.

Although Jiu Mozhi was a generation of eminent monks, he could not see through his martial arts fame and fortune after all. Hearing the admiration of the other party, even though he felt ashamed in his heart, there was a faint smile on his face, a tacit agreement.

Unexpectedly, Song Qingshu was shocked when he saw his smile, and hurriedly dodged to the side. Everyone saw that Song Qingshu had left a few deep holes in the position just now. If he didn't hide, he would have been seriously injured at this moment. .

"You can easily escape the poor monk's fingers, which shows that the young master has a solid foundation in Buddhism. Ordinary people don't know the essence of the Buddha's nianhua to show the crowd, and Venerable Kasyapa's smile to show the essence, and naturally they will not realize the timing of this nianhuazhi..." Jiu Mozhi slowly retracted his fingers one by one, admiring the young man in front of him more and more.

"It's not rude to come and go, King Ming, please accept the move." Song Qingshu's expression was suddenly full of ill-will, turning his palms into claws, and attacked fiercely.

Wei Xiaobao saw that the marble upstairs had left several deep holes under Song Qingshu's grasp, and couldn't help but shouted, "Brother Song is awesome!"

Wang Yuyan, who was on the side, frowned and said nothing. After watching more than a dozen moves, she sighed softly: "Although Jiuyin Divine Claws are incomparably powerful, Song Gongzi doesn't seem to have achieved great success. , I'm afraid it's inevitable to go crazy."

Hearing his soft and waxy voice, Duan Yu couldn't help but go crazy. In his heart, the competition between the two stinky men in the field was as good as staring at Miss Wang.

Mu Wanqing originally had half of his thoughts on him, but immediately noticed Duan Yu's haunted appearance, and felt uncomfortable in his heart, and focused on the situation on the court.

Sure enough, after Song Qingshu was exhausted, Jiu Mozhi used the Shaolin dragon claw hand, claw to claw, forcing Song Qingshu to retreat several feet in a hurry.

Jiu Mozhi smiled lightly: "The poor monk is very curious about the wooden sword on the back of Song Gongzi. In the past few months, all the way to the east, the poor monk in the Central Plains has also seen a lot of wonderful swordsmanship, such as this Duan Gongzi's Six Meridians God. Sword, that is also the best swordsmanship in the world... but, I have never seen anyone using a wooden sword... Could it be that Young Master Song thinks that the poor monk is not worthy of your sword?"

"I heard that King Ming's stunt is the 'flaming knife'. I don't know if I have the honor to learn it." Song Qingshu pulled out the wooden sword and attacked with a deadly chain of three immortal swords.

"Good swordsmanship!" Kumozhi praised secretly, luckily with both palms, he pushed out flatly.

Wei Xiaobao saw the two of them dancing swords against the air in the same place, and the other repeatedly slashing their palms at the enemy several meters apart. He just felt it was boring, scratched his head and scratched his ears, his heart moved, and smiled and spoke to Wang Yuyan who was beside him. Said: "Miss Wang, do you know what they are playing?"

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