The voice came from far away, and when the words fell, the person was already close. A waist knife in his hand was inserted directly between Jiugongyan and Zhao Ruoshi who were fighting, and he slashed at Zhao Ruoshi several times.
Such a wonderful technique of wielding a sword requires a lot of effort and requires a high degree of mental concentration. It is a test of one's energy and spirit.
With the help of a big sword, it is reasonable to be able to wield a sword for more than twenty years, but it is really stretched to have to deal with two people again and take care of Hu Feizhen on the side.
Zhaoruo Shi's sword-clasp technique paused for a moment, and the force of the finger sword became a little weaker. The flying sword hanging above Hu Feizhen's head, the sea of qi, and several large acupoints was slightly stagnant, and it lacked the awe-inspiring power just now.
The person who came here acted in a targeted manner and presumably understood the rules. He first went straight to Zhao Ruoshi, treating him in his own way. He surrounded Wei and rescued Zhao, and asked him to withdraw his sword and return to defense, thus relieving Jiugong Yan's dilemma. bureau.
After that, it was the way to fight against the enemy in the middle of the night, risking one's life. No matter where those flying swords were attacking him, they would injure the enemy by one thousand and lose eight hundred by themselves. The man who broke into the scene had a flurry of attacks with his sword in his hand. Even though it was not unsheathed, it was still menacing. The moment he swung it, it made Zhao Ruoshi He was at a loss. For a moment, he only focused on using his sword to parry. How could he still have the strength to fight back?
In the middle of the night, I have two swords in my hands, especially the white-headed wooden sword that is as hard as iron in my left hand. Just by seeing the moves, there is energy flowing between offense and defense. When the sword is drawn out and the sword is retracted, the momentum of the long whip is weak. The deflection can be regarded as a disguised block attack, which can at least attack further in this tiny time.
Naturally, Yagyumaru also noticed the mystery of the opponent's sword power. He flipped his wrists repeatedly, and when the wooden ball at the tip of the whip was retracted, there was a harsh sound of breaking through the air. A long whip was wrapped in a fierce momentum, spinning like a water sleeve on a stage, dancing gracefully.
It's just that this situation, this person, and this person are definitely not good-looking. The whip-tip wooden ball no longer blindly attacks Ye Sanggeng's vitals, but instead hits the opponent's wrist. It is obvious that the plan is to shoot the man first and the horse. If you remove the weapon first, the rest will be easy to deal with. .
The long whip and the flying sword are both long-distance attack weapons. Unlike the flying sword, which consumes a lot of breath in the body of the sword wielder, and when using this sword to fight against an opponent, if you encounter an opponent with similar skills, no matter whether the opponent is a heavy body practitioner. It was still Qi refining, and the damage caused was only flesh wounds.
The long whip is different. It is such a weak and boneless soft weapon, and the force used is all skillful. Just like Tai Chi, softness is used to overcome hardness and softness. Therefore, whether the whip user practices the inner breath method or not, or whether he focuses on Qi training, Whenever this thing hits the opponent, it will cause internal injuries that are more serious than the external injuries caused by slashing with a sword.
That night, before Ye San Geng used his terrifying sword in the back mountain, he had sacrificed his life to injure Mo Wanren. Ye San Geng, who was heavy on Qi and heavy on body, used his Qi energy to wrap up the short knife at the critical moment, wounding the enemy. Sending out all the breath, Mo Wanren, a martial artist outside the mountain who only focuses on physical skills by martial arts, can't move even if he wants to, after receiving a non-fatal blow. It is caused by the breath from the outside world entering the body.
External injuries are easy to treat, but internal injuries are difficult to heal. This is the difference between the three teachings and pure warriors practicing Qi or skills. A foreigner who practices heavy physical skills and practices kung fu. He is very good at fists and kicks. He can break mountains with one punch and break rocks with one kick.
The inner breath has its own mysterious method. The flow of breath in the body resonates with the power of heaven and earth, using the breath to attack the enemy and using the breath to break the body.
It is true that there are also tyrannical warriors from other sects. Although the divisions among the three religions are not as clear as those outside the mountains, there are still some
Known as "Shu Xiu", once these powerful people try their best, even if the damage caused is not internal injuries, the external injuries caused by one blow will be much more severe than the internal injuries.
For example, even Yan Yan, a scholar with a higher level of cultivation than him, said that he did not dare to take the great monk's full-strength punch, fearing that the immortal would be crushed under the strong resistance.
Obviously Yagyumaru pays special attention to this point. When dancing with his long whip, he dodges left and right, not giving his opponent any chance to get close.
It made Ye San even more embarrassed. Just at this moment, someone was heard shouting to join in. Apart from the back-up man named Yagyu Maru, there was now another one, which made me feel a little anxious in the middle of the night.
How many people did this woman arrange in the mountains? After a few quick attacks, he knocked away the long whip. He turned around to look at him in the middle of the night, took a closer look, and cursed out loud.
"Yue Qingfeng, your uncle!" Yue Qingfeng, who was briefly letting Zhao Ruoshi bend over, swung his sword across his waist, turned around and scolded him back.
"Your uncle!" He then turned to Jiugongyan and said urgently: "Run quickly." Jiugongyan, who was still thinking about Yue Qingfeng's words just now, came back to her senses and said
"Who's coming?"
"Those two monks! Don't waste time, hurry up!" Jiugong Yan was startled,
"Discovered?"
"Nonsense!" Yue Qingfeng took action even more urgently,
"I told you not to mess with those two monks, but you didn't listen and almost beat me to death. Hurry up and leave, I'll hold him back." Jiugong Yan frowned slightly, obviously the biggest backup he had arranged was gone. Somewhat panicked.
Another person shouted from the mountain,
"Yue Qingfeng, your grandma's legs are stupid! I'll beat you to death!" The voice was naturally that of the great monk Yishan. It was mixed with the lion's roar of the secret method of Buddhism. The voice went straight through the sky and made the woods tremble.
This great monk is really lacking in strength. The lion's roar in Buddhism is supposed to refresh people's minds. Some novice monks were sleepy when chanting sutras. The green lion under the Buddha's seat once a stick of incense was burned out would make a soft roar to remind people of their energy. Later, the Buddha understood the cause and effect and turned this Sanskrit sound into a warning sound, which means enlightenment and enlightenment.
It was originally called the lion's roar. Later, lions were no longer seen in China and China. We only knew from history books that the lion roared, so it was also called the lion's roar, and it became widely circulated.
The great monk was so cultivated that he was probably extremely angry. This sound shocked the four people who were fighting.
Yue Qingfeng cursed in a low voice and urged: "Hurry up." He didn't know how powerful the great monk Yue Qingfeng was talking about, but he knew something about it from this penetrating roar, and he immediately used the lion's roar to refresh himself. , Jiugongyan said to the ugly dwarf over there: "Jiugong, each mind his own business, see you at the bottom of the mountain." Then he glanced at Hu Feizhen, who was no longer restrained by the flying sword and was still lying limp on the ground. For Jiugongyan, this was nothing more than She was just a tool, so I didn’t pay much attention to this Taoist nun and ignored her.
Then he said to Yue Qingfeng: "Be careful, I'll wait for you." Yue Qingfeng worked harder, and the Yanling waist knife in his hand danced even more urgently.
After hearing Jiugong Yan's instructions, and the words of the man who had just joined the battle circle in his breath, Yagyu Maru also understood the general idea. The whip in his hand was stronger, the whip wind was faster, and the strange and sinister voice said sinisterly. : "Let's leave after I kill this kid." Jiugong Yan, who had already moved several feet away with his movement, was still frightened by what happened that night. The abilities of this boy from the Ye family are not as simple as they appear.
Without looking back, the voice came,
"Don't risk your life here." Yagyumaru laughed and did not reply. Instead, he stepped forward with a long whip in his hand and chose to fight at close range.
Hearing the conversation between Yue Qingfeng and Jiugong Yan just now, Yunshan was still thinking about it in the middle of the night, and then he saw Yagyu Maru looking far away to get closer. With a move in his heart, he stopped paying attention to the battle over there and wanted to capture the dwarf first.
Already seeing that this mutilated dwarf was a martial artist with a heavy emphasis on physical skills, Ye Sangen did not dare to rely on him, so he mustered up all his energy and dealt with it carefully.
Whether it is my personal experience seven years ago or the records of some previous dynasty classics and histories, I can’t say how thorough my understanding of the Fuying lineage is, but whenever I encounter it, I will always have some deep-rooted knowledge. alert.
This country across the sea from the Great Zhou Dynasty learned all kinds of strange skills from the mainland of China, which claimed to be the heavenly kingdom, hundreds of years ago, from the most basic lifestyles such as food, clothing, housing, transportation, fishing, woodworking, farming, and reading, to the three religions The essential rules of doing things are that hundreds of schools of thought contend in the arena and heroes compete for supremacy. There are three provinces, six ministries, nine temples, five prisons and twenty-four divisions in the court. This small country, which was completely closed to the public at first, wished that the whole country could come to learn from it.
That is no longer an inclusive approach of learning from each other's strengths, but a mechanical imitation of what others have learned. The three provinces and six ministries concentrated all their power. The Fuying mission felt good about it and immediately restructured and centralized the system after returning to China.
There are many sects in the rivers and lakes, which have greatly inspired the sects everywhere to be brave and fierce. You don't like me and I don't like you. After the Fuying division returned to China, they immediately imitated this example and provoked sects everywhere. Local power disputes were later encircled and suppressed by the royal family, which invisibly increased the deterrent power of the imperial authority.
Confucianism teaches everyone without distinction, Buddhism saves all sentient beings, and Taoism allows nature to take its course. It has to be said that in just three or four hundred years, it has transformed from a barbaric land where hair and blood are eaten, to a pure land. Wei was an earlier regime, and it was the Zhou Dynasty that was now honored as the Celestial Kingdom by other countries. It undoubtedly played an indelible role in promoting the development of Fuying.
The others have been briefly mentioned, the first path of martial arts, the three sects and the warriors who purely use martial arts to prove the Tao. They can be counted as four schools. Fuying only focuses on using martial arts to prove the Tao, pursuing the feeling of gaining the opportunity to ascend to the immortal world through fighting and fighting. , so that the three schools of Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism were not well-known in Fuying.
On the way to martial arts, after hundreds of years of development in Fuying, the Fuying people, who were picking up sesame seeds and losing watermelons, spent many times across the ocean and only learned the sword.
This is related to the fact that hundreds of years ago, people in the kendo always praised the sword as a gentleman among soldiers. This made the Fuying people, who had the same nature as the country and sat in a corner to watch the sky, think that the sword was a unique existence among weapons. Practicing swordsmanship is such that one cannot see the whole picture from behind the scenes, and somehow manages to separate the two sects of Sword Qi Dao and Swordsmanship Dao, but this only adds to the laughter.
Compared to the Fuying people who can be known by their names alone, it is not easy for the Fuying people to practice swordsmanship with long whips. After all, it is not easy for the Fuying people who are learning swords in their hearts. Talk about not learning what you are best at.
No matter how you put it, it’s a bit unbelievable. The two were close, Ye San thrust his longer sword forward, and stabbed with a sword without any fancy, like fishing for the moon in the water, directly hitting the opponent's chest.
The other wooden sword had a white head. He turned his palm and held it back, then bent his elbow and slashed towards the dwarf's neck. He has been practicing martial arts since he was a child and has the habit of learning from the strengths of others to make up for his weaknesses. This move was learned from a family in the capital that was famous for its swordsmanship. It was a killing move without leaving any room.
Yagyumaru, a fuying man with a hunched back and a weird body shape, just handed his long whip to block the white head of the wooden sword. He touched his waist with his left hand, and a cold light suddenly appeared, a blade similar to the short sword in Jiugongyan's hand was tilted from bottom to top. Tilt it diagonally towards the lower abdomen in the middle of the night.
The first fight was to stop killing with a kill. Of course, in the middle of the night, he would not be stupid enough to fight with the opponent at this time, both sides would be injured. The green-white wooden sword with its white head changed its position and slashed towards Yagyu Maru's forearm.
In close combat, everything changes rapidly, and what is tested is reaction and daily practice. Having mastered the martial arts from hundreds of schools of thought, Night Three Watch kept moving his hands, one move as fast as the other, whether it was cutting, hacking or stabbing, the two swords interlaced in their own way.
Yagyomaru, who originally thought that the opponent was just a Qi-refining martial artist, was a little surprised by the opponent's strange moves. He rolled up a long whip in his hand only to block, and only used a short sword to parry.
It was obvious that he had underestimated the enemy, which resulted in his current weakness. In addition, the opponent's moves were irregular, which made Yagyumaru, who had been immersed in martial arts for more than 20 years, somewhat unable to achieve his goals.
Quickly calming down his impetuous mentality, Yagyumaru saw the opportunity and focused on the lower plate. When a warrior faces an enemy, he will always be surprised. For example, Yagyomaru's three-inch figure naturally makes it difficult for him to attack from below. This is an irreparable gap, so he can only do the opposite.
He has already planned in his mind the strategy for the two people to fight, just like when playing chess, one not only considers his own ten moves ahead, but also takes into account the opponent's moves.
I had already considered that the opponent should respond in this way, and I was still taking a chance, thinking that the opponent would not have time to think of such a countermeasure under my fast attack. Unexpectedly, I underestimated the opponent. It seemed that the opponent's martial arts skills were by no means ordinary.
The two swords reached down to block the left and right defense, and the body frequently retreated in the middle of the night. Just at this moment, the great monk Yishan rushed into it swinging his arms and shouted angrily: "I'll beat you to death, you bitch!"
