"Cousin, please take the horse away. It looks like you are going to compete with this kid tonight."
Zhang Xiuyang became angry when he heard this, and snorted coldly: "Kid? Humph, I think you are not older than me."
Song Ya said, "Cousin, the two of us are fighting against the enemy together. This person may not be able to take advantage."
Zhang Xiuyang heard Song Ya's words and said calmly: "Well, you two can go up together, I don't mind. Your brother is a mortal, but he can't withstand our spells. I advise you to retreat." Better."
When Song Ya heard the word "mortal", he immediately understood something in his heart. The man in front of him should be a practitioner like Song Xin.
"Haha, you seem to be very kind. Are you afraid that your magic will hurt mortals and be struck by thunder?" Song Xin said.
"You... actually know this too." Zhang Xiuyang was stunned for a moment, thinking that Song Xin was also a Taoist, so he might have some inheritance from him.
Zhang Xiuyang has been practicing with his master since he was a child. From the day he started practicing, he was warned not to use magic to harm mortal lives. Otherwise, even if he was lucky enough not to be struck to death by lightning, he would be kicked out of the door.
"Cousin, you'd better retreat. I'm afraid the fight between the ascetics will hurt you." Song Xin said. Firstly, he didn't want Song Ya to get hurt. Secondly, he wanted to fight with a real ascetic to verify his strength. With the results of his cultivation and the life-saving means left by Yu Ji, he was not afraid that this person would hurt his life.
Zhang Xiuyang felt slightly relieved when he heard Song Xin's words. After all, using magic to harm mortals is a taboo for ascetics. If that person kept attacking him, he would have to use his energy to deal with him carefully.
He could also see that Song Ya's martial arts was not weak. If he didn't use magic, he might not be able to win quickly.
"Hanzhong Zhang Xiuyang, please give me a move, fellow Taoist." He took out a three-foot-long iron rod and the thickness of his forearm.
Song Xin didn't understand the etiquette of the monks before fighting, so he imitated Zhang Xiuyang and said, "Song Xin, please give me some advice from fellow Taoist." After saying this, he drew his dagger.
When Zhang Xiuyang saw Song Xin's skillful etiquette, he thought he was a master who often fought with others, and became even more wary. He never imagined that Song Xin was imitating him.
"Here we come," he shouted, and swung out the iron rod with a roar, hitting Song Xin directly in the chest. The iron rod brought with it a strong wind formed by spiritual power, and the sound was quite astonishing.
Song Xin faced off against a practitioner for the first time and did not dare to be careless. He concentrated his mind and poured spiritual power into the dagger. In an instant, the dagger glowed with a purple-gold color. Song Xin faced the iron rod and used the "Bengzi Jue" of "Xuanhuang Sword Jue".
Zhang Xiuyang saw the purple-gold iron sword and knew that his opponent was probably a skilled swordsman. He shouted "Hello", but instead of crossing Song Xin's dagger, the iron rod suddenly moved down and hit Song Xin's lower abdomen.
Song Xin was a little surprised that the opponent changed his moves so quickly. He was busy cutting the iron rod with his sword.
When Zhang Xiuyang saw that Song Xin had fallen into the trap, he suddenly withdrew the iron rod, flipped the palm of his left hand, pinched out a talisman from nowhere, and popped it out, hitting Song Xin directly on the left shoulder.
Song Xin was caught off guard and felt as if his left shoulder had been hit hard by a hammer. He flew backwards and rolled twice on the ground.
Song Xin only felt a shock in her internal organs. Although her muscles and bones were not injured, she already felt hot and painful in her shoulders. Fortunately, he had recently made a breakthrough in body tempering, and his meridians and muscles were a little stronger. He just took the blow from the talisman, endured the pain, jumped up suddenly, and struck Zhang Xiuyang's eyes with lightning speed.
Zhang Xiuyang did not expect that his sneak attack would fail to defeat Song Xin. Then he saw Song Xin taking a hard blow from him, but then attacking his eyes with a dagger. He was so frightened that he quickly took a step back and blocked the sword with an iron rod.
With a bang, Zhang Xiuyang took a few steps back and looked at his iron rod. It was actually cut into pieces by Song Xin's dagger...
He was horrified. He didn't expect that this kid was not as good as him, but his swordsmanship and body skills were so good, and it seemed that he had used some method to make an ordinary iron sword tough and sharp.
When he looked at Song Xin again, his eyes were no longer contemptuous, but became solemn and fearful.
"This man's cultivation level is obviously not high, how come his swordsmanship is so powerful... and his body is so strong."
Song Xin also took a few steps back. His left shoulder was hit by the opponent's talisman, which caused great pain. Busy running Reiki to heal yourself.
"This boy is very skilled in swordsmanship and has sharp weapons. Don't fight him in close combat." Zhang Xiuyang thought, threw away the chopped iron rod, and took out another iron rod from somewhere.
"This Zhang Xiuyang's talisman skills are so powerful. I can only fight with him up close and be careful of the talisman in his hand."
Song Xin thought that after a few breaths, the injury on her shoulder no longer hurt. He rubbed his shoulders and said: "Zhang Daoyou's talisman technique is very powerful. It really hurts after being hit like this."
The corner of Zhang Xiuyang's mouth twitched slightly. The talisman he used to hit Song Xin was a low-level talisman. It was called "Golden Fist". It used spiritual power to induce the power of gold in the heaven and earth to carve a magic circle on the talisman paper. When attacking the enemy, it forms a steel fist and hits the enemy, causing all the injured to have broken muscles and bones. But hitting this kid today seems to have no effect.
It's not surprising that he was surprised. In the cultivation techniques of the Five Dou Rice Sect, spiritual power and talismans are emphasized, but body tempering is not paid much attention to.
"Your Excellency's physical strength greatly impresses me." Zhang Xiuyang said politely.
Song Xin didn't know that in order to take care of their demeanor, monks were often very polite with words, but cruel with hands. Song Xin naturally didn't know these rules, but he wanted to delay the healing process, so he followed the other party's politeness, which could be said to be a mistake.
After Song Xin finished healing his injuries, he immediately pointed his sword at Zhang Xiuyang and said, "Fellow Taoist, take another strike from me."
After saying that, without waiting for the other party to reply, he stepped on the Tiangang Steps, flickered a few times to the left and right, and attacked Zhang Xiuyang again.
Zhang Xiuyang was about to be polite, but when he saw the other party attacking with his sword without waiting for him to speak, he realized that this boy didn't know the rules of monks' fighting.
Without thinking too much, he set up an iron rod and struck the spine of Song Xin's sword. He knew that the sword was extremely sharp now and he could not strike the edge hard. At the same time, he pinched another talisman in his hand and waited for the opportunity to strike Song Xin.
Song Ya saw Zhang Xiuyang's movements from the side and shouted, "Cousin, be careful with his left hand."
Zhang Xiuyang did not hesitate, raised his finger, and a talisman suddenly appeared in front of him, and another golden fist talisman!
Song Xin was amazed when he saw the other party's wonderful talisman technique. But before he had time to think about it, Zhang Xiuyang flicked his finger in the air, and the talisman turned into an afterimage of a golden fist, hitting Song Xin in the face.
"Let's see if you can handle it this time!" Zhang Xiuyang shouted.
Naturally, Song Xin saw it too. He suddenly bent his front legs slightly and suddenly became shorter, avoiding the golden fist talisman. Sliding forward, the sword bypassed the iron rod and stabbed Zhang Xiuyang in the throat. The talisman hit a stone as big as a water tank by the roadside. In an instant, a hole was made in the stone, and the surrounding area was filled with cracks.
"Huh? Good swordsmanship!" Zhang Xiuyang shouted and wanted to retreat, but Song Xin's sword was so fast that he could not avoid it. The last time Song Xin watched Wei Tong assassinate the scout, he made quick moves, which made him realize some tips on attacking the enemy.
The sword strike this time was imitating Wei Tong's strike from the ground to kill the mounted scout. Zhang Xiuyang knew that he could not avoid this sword, so he immediately turned his left hand and a talisman appeared in his hand. At the critical moment, he slapped the talisman on himself.
"Ding", the sound of gold and iron intersecting between lightning and flint. Song Xin felt like he was stabbed on a piece of fine steel. The tip of the sword actually hit Zhang Xiuyang's chin, but it did not penetrate. Instead, the sword bent because of the force.
Song Xin failed to succeed in one attack and immediately retreated as he was afraid of the opponent's back attack. When Zhang Xiuyang saw that the sword did not hurt him, he laughed and punched him.
For practitioners of the Five Dou Rice Sect, body tempering cultivation is not as practical as spiritual talismans, so they only deliberately train the meridians needed to drive the spiritual talismans, while other meridians are much weaker.
While Song Xin retreated, he struck three times with his sword and fist.
Zhang Xiuyang punched Song Xin's vital point, but Song Xin's Tiangang footwork was very clever to avoid the punch, and he counterattacked, hitting Zhang Xiuyang's fist.
The more Song Xin fought, the more comfortable he became, and the more he fought, the happier he became. Song Xin used all Wei Tong's instructions. The two fought for dozens of rounds without deciding the winner or loser.
Song Ya next to him was stunned. These practitioners were indeed extremely powerful. I don't know what method the man used, but the sword that Song Xin had used to cut off the iron rod just now was fine with his fists and body.
Suddenly Zhang Xiuyang jumped out of the battle group and landed three feet away from Song Xin. He stretched out his arms and shouted loudly, and three golden talismans appeared in front of him. Song Xin was about to catch up when he saw these three talismans and was shocked. But at this moment, Zhang Xiuyang clapped his palms, and three golden rays of light flew towards Song Xin!
"He can actually drive three talismans at the same time!?" Song Xin looked at the golden light getting closer and closer in horror.
