The lama's smile faded as his makeup faded, looking extremely strange, but he raised the bronze sword in his hand high and spoke loudly to the martial arts people around him.
"The clue to the treasure of Yue Nv Sword that you are looking for is on the sword in my hand. I will use it as a bet today. If someone can beat me, you can take the head and treasure on my neck. !”
The lama's words spread far and wide. This time, both the Shaolin disciples bent on revenge and the martial arts masters obsessed with seizing treasures showed hesitation.
Hong Xiguan walked quickly to Chen Jinnan and whispered: "Be careful of fraud."
Lama Keba's ears twitched slightly, and then he laughed loudly: "But in the competition, you have to follow my rules. We will send three people from each side in turn, and they are not allowed to appear again! After three games and two wins, the loser will let the other party Deal with it!"
Chen Jinnan frowned slightly, realizing that something was wrong with the demon monk's martial arts competition.
Originally, the Qing soldiers had an advantage in terms of number of experts and strength. The Tiandihui's personnel were of slightly higher quality, but they were unable to completely overwhelm the opponent.
But at present, the masters on the Tiandihui side are mainly Chen Jinnan and Hong Xiguan. Among the masters that the Qing soldiers can send due to Ma Ning'er's serious injury, only Keba himself and Yan Zhendong, who was recruited halfway, are left.
The other party deliberately proposed a three-on-three duel. Could it be that he wanted to use Tian Ji's horse racing method to win against his master?
Chen Jinnan was calculating the gains and losses in his heart. The opponent's move was probably to restore Ma Ning'er's defeat and buy time, but he knew that Chen Jinnan needed more time than the opponent!
"Chief Commander, if we can win the first two games quickly, we can at least take the enemy's leader."
Hong Lixiang stepped forward and suggested, "If the situation is not right, or the opponent is cheating, the Iron Blood Youth League will fight to the death to break out and let the opponent pay with blood."
Chen Jinnan nodded slowly. Even the masters were divided into three, six or nine levels. His martial arts was more than one step ahead of his opponent. Hong Xiguan was good at fighting, so he had favorable conditions on the side of the Tiandihui.
"Okay! Since you used the sword to add glory to the first game, then I will also use the giant sword as a bet!"
Chen Jinnan did not fall into the opponent's trap. The demon monk Keba claimed that the bronze sword was a clue to Yue Nu's swordsmanship, but he said that he only recognized it as a sword and was not qualified to exchange for the southern Shaolin treasure map.
Keba's face jumped when he heard this, but he was not angry. He nodded slightly and said, "Okay, then let the young monk teach you your clever tricks."
…Seal…line…outside…not…accurate…answer…question…
The distance between the two sides was cleared, and an open space was cleared. The two were already facing each other, the light of the torches was erratic, and the whimpering dragons in the empty valley around them became more urgent.
Chen Jinnan had just fought against Keba, and knew that the opponent's martial arts methods were quite mixed, extensive but not sophisticated. He mainly practiced Tibetan yoga tantra, and only traces of the tantric Mahamudra were visible in his external skills.
The chakra theory of Tibetan martial arts has many connections with the meridians and acupuncture points of the Central Plains. The martial arts methods are strange and the pursuit of hardness and speed lacks flexibility. It can be seen from Keba's few sword fights just now that he has no experience with swords. He just relied on the strength of the weapon to catch Mr. Chen off guard.
When Ou Yezi forged swords, one of them could penetrate a copper cauldron, which was as strong as iron.
The unknown bronze sword of that year may have had a relationship with the Giant Sword, and may even have been lying quietly on the sword stand together for many years. However, time has flowed silently, and the two swords today can only be tit-for-tat opponents. .
Chen Jinnan's swordsmanship is at its best, with sharp killing moves and wind-like attacks, spreading out layer by layer without giving the opponent a chance to breathe. Even if Keba, the demon monk, wanted to interfere, he would not be able to make effective changes under this level of pressure. This was a decision that Mr. Chen had already made.
Since Chen Jinnan decided to form the Tiandi Hui ten years ago, he has had fewer opportunities to directly confront others. He has spent most of his time studying martial arts and learning from others' strengths. As a leader, he does not lack the courage to execute with an iron fist, and he also has a good judgment of people, but his superior position always makes him habitually visualize the enemy as symbols and data, plus the interests behind it.
But ordinary people still have the ability to splatter the five steps of the world with blood. Jiang Wen reminded Chen Jinnan of Ma Ning'er's armored car before he came, just to plug the loopholes in his incomplete information. But this time, Mr. Chen, the helmsman, seemed to have miscalculated again... …
Chen Jinnan's giant sword rose across the sky, blocking Lama Keba's way out with a "cliff-cutting cloud" move. The heavy sword in his hand was like a spiritual snake, retreating quickly, with cold stars appearing on the tip of the sword.
Lama Keba held the sword horizontally, clasping the hilt with his thumb and index finger, waiting for the enemy with a weird posture. Suddenly, he made a backhand gesture of grabbing his ear and swung the sword out from his shoulder!
This move was too surprising, and it was aimed at Chen Jinnan's abdominal cavity, so he had to pull away and turn back, and then look for opportunities to attack after landing.
Following Chen Jinnan's offensive, Demon Monk Keba rolled his body in the air this time and thrust out his sword one after another. The position of each sword slash was extremely weird, forcing Chen Jinnan to turn back his sword to defend.
As his opponent shifted from attack to defense, Lama Keba started to move, unleashing his sword force to attack the sky and the earth, cunningly chopping, slashing, collapsing, stabbing, and beheading, attacking Mr. Chen's weak spots with every move.
The lama who had cornered his opponent suddenly threw off the monk's hat on his head and stood upside down in a very weird posture. The bronze sword was hidden in his body from a position that Chen Jinnan couldn't see, as if he was fencing with his legs.
The next moment, the sword came back with the handstand movement. The horizontal sword slashed through the cold stars. The lama's legs kicked Chen Jinnan, causing him to suddenly lose his balance and retreat five steps, with blood spilling from his mouth.
"Victory over good with surprise is a good trick."
Chen Jinnan was not stingy either. He cheered first, surprised by the sharpness, strangeness and unconventionality of the sword technique, "But this doesn't seem to be a sword move."
Now that Chen Jinnan has been injured, if he keeps fighting to save face, he will fall into the opponent's trap - when all his own masters are seriously injured, it will be hard to say whether the opponent will follow the rules or not.
So Chen Jinnan admitted defeat without hesitation.
The demon monk Keba smiled proudly: "The chief helmsman has good eyesight. This is the Vajra Supreme Vehicle tantric martial arts derived from the same origin and different origins of our sect. Each posture in the secret manual is a sword technique. It takes several years of practice to achieve success."
Chen Jinnan didn't show any pretense, casually threw the giant sword to the opponent and walked back to the camp.
"Chief helmsman, are you okay?"
As a doctor, Hong Lixiang hurried forward to ask about the brother-in-law's condition.
Chen Jinnan smiled lightly: "It doesn't matter, I lost half a move this time. Now that Ma Ning'er has lost the threat, it doesn't hurt to give him this giant sword."
After speaking, he found Hong Xiguan and said, "Xiguan, the one sent next round must be the martial artist with a Shandong accent. I'll bother you again."
The demon monk Keba said: "Mr. Chen, I will ask you to take out the treasure map as a bet in the next game, and I will satisfy you with something of equal value."
After saying that, his monk soldier handed over an exquisite wooden box and took out a strange bowl inlaid with silver and painted with gray color and an ominous look.
"This Gabala bowl was obtained by our master Yang Lianzhenjia in the Central Plains. I wonder if the chief helmsman is interested in it?"
Chen Jinnan, who had always been calm and calm even when he lost the giant sword, was now blinded by tears. The people from the Tiandihui and the martial arts were furious, and the whole place was filled with the clang of swords being unsheathed!
"Why is Song Lizong's human bone wine bowl in your hand?"
During the Yuan Dynasty, the demon monk Yang Lianzhenjia stole all the imperial mausoleums of the Southern Song Dynasty, and even dug up the bones of Song Lizong again, chopped off the head, "lacquered with silver" and made it into a wine vessel, which he dedicated to the emperor's master Ba Siba, and later transferred to Hu Bi Lie was not recovered and buried by Zhu Yuanzhang until the Ming Dynasty.
This kind of crazy method made the world angry back then. When the demon monk talked about it at this time, how could he not shock the whole audience and make him want to risk his life in exchange for it!
"Your Excellency is willing to compete, and I will allow it, but the rules must be changed."
Hong Xiguan replied coldly, "In this next game, we will not only differentiate ourselves, but also decide whether to live or die!"
