In the lightning-fast fight with the two masters, Yu Liancheng's jade-like palm struck the air, and its palm power swept through the air.
Facing this palm, Liao Fan seemed to have a vision in front of his eyes, as if there was a three-foot-tall Buddha sitting cross-legged in the void, with downcast eyebrows and compassionate eyes, and he reached out to himself with a backhand palm.
——Great Compassion Palm
As one of the three great Shaolin monks, Liao Fan has extraordinary experience and has already seen that this palm has the charm of the "Great Compassion Palm".
Although there are many differences between this Great Compassion Palm and the Great Compassion Palm of our sect, this palm is equally strong and sharp, and also contains a kind of compassion.
But this kind of compassion was completely different from his previous palm.
Although Liao Fan's palm contained compassion, perhaps it was because he himself did not understand the mystery of the Great Compassion Palm, so that palm was extremely sharp and cruel. The so-called compassion was just a slight restraint, and it would not be fatal with one palm. .
But under Yu Liancheng's palm, compassion was clearly explained.
The world is like a house on fire, and all living beings suffer.
It is better to save him, I, the Buddha, am merciful.
There is no doubt that Yu Liancheng's understanding of this palm technique is even more biased.
——Death under his hands is a kind of salvation, it is freedom from the sea of suffering, and it is mercy.
But not only does he have profound skills, but this palm also contains a hint of spiritual power.
Therefore, facing this death palm, Liao Fan actually wanted to close his eyes and wait for death without resisting, so as to achieve the bliss of the West.
Fortunately, Liao Fan is still one of the three great monks in Shaolin, and he has great Buddhist teachings.
At the last moment, he bit the tip of his tongue, broke through the illusion, and used all his strength to push out a palm.
It's a pity that it's too late. How can the hasty exertion of force be compared to the swift and fierce Great Compassion Palm?
boom!
Yu Liancheng's palm instantly broke through his defense. He pressed his palm on his chest and sent him flying seven or eight feet away. He hit a big tree and broke it in half. Then he slid down softly and spoke again in his mouth. He vomited a mouthful of blood and passed out.
Then Yu Liancheng folded his waist, narrowly avoiding the sword thrust by Yu Zhen Lao Dao, and with a flick of his hand, the fly whisk from the other party's waist was silently removed.
"I've never used this weapon before, why don't I use it to take a look." Yu Liancheng smoothed the fly whisk, smiled slightly, flicked his wrist, and the silver thread poured out, as straight as a sword, and actually the old master Yu Zhen thrust out with all his strength. A sword.
Immediately afterwards, he pushed forward, silver threads poured out from his palms, his attack was erratic and natural, and white shadows flashed all over the sky, changing reality and reality in an elegant and impermanent way.
Taoist Priest Yuzhen suddenly discovered that what Yu Liancheng used was Wudang Kung Fu. Especially swordsmanship.
Tai Chi Sword Technique, Rou Yun Sword Technique, Fluttering Cloud Sleeves...the essence and mystery of each move cannot be described in words, making him, the leader of Wudang, ashamed.
The Yulian City Envoy's martial arts are not known for their might or violence. But Yu Zhen suddenly had a feeling of being in the wind and thunder, and he could feel like five thunders could strike his head at any time.
Uh-huh!
The silver threads of Yulian City are brushed again.
Yu Zhen drew numerous sword lights, forming an airtight sword network.
But the silver thread suddenly twisted and entangled, and tightly entangled the long sword in his hand, and all the changes were also entangled.
The silver thread twitched, and the long sword flew away from Yuzhen's hand.
Just listen to the sound of "zheng".
The long sword has been embedded in the stone in the distance.
The sleeves of Yulian City's robe swelled, and another floating cloud flew over Yu Zhen's chest, causing him to fly back out as well.
"This whisk is quite interesting." Yu Liancheng's eyes flashed, and with a slight whistle, the silhouette of the figure swept past, and the silver thread was like a sword, and it stabbed towards Jian Jingfeng.
Jian Jingfeng was well prepared, with a divine light in his eyes, the long sword in his palm was unsheathed, and layers of sword nets were spread out.
But the sword net had just been laid, and the fly whisk had suddenly arrived.
boom!
The fly whisk collided with the sword light, making a muffled sound.
The exquisite sword movement was quickly shattered by the impact of the fly whisk, as if it was as weak as paper.
However, Jian Jingfeng was not unworthy of its reputation. The moment the sword was shattered, the sword light was twisted, and a lot of silver wires were cut off and fell into the air.
Yu Liancheng's eyes flashed, and he flicked the dust in his palm again. This one was still using Wudang swordsmanship, like clouds hanging from the sky, not waiting for a trace of fireworks.
Jian Jingfeng felt that the long sword was stuck to the fly whisk, and with a light and irresistible force, he almost brushed the sword out of his palm. He hurriedly performed a sword technique, twisted his wrist, and swept back quickly before finally breaking free.
Yu Liancheng followed closely, and the fly whisk in his palm stabbed out again.
Jian Jingfeng swung his long sword horizontally, and the sword light shot into the sky. He was very confident that he would intercept the fly whisk and twist off a length of silver wire again.
Just when he was about to stab the long sword, the silver thread that had been condensed into a bunch was suddenly divided into eighteen pieces. Each bundle only had one-eighth of the original real power, but each bundle was a An extremely exquisite swordsmanship.
Jian Jingfeng frowned and turned his long sword into a pillar of light, protecting his entire body while sweeping his body back.
But despite this, his shoulder was still pierced by a bunch of silver threads, and blood was pouring out.
Yu Liancheng laughed: "It seems that my whisk sword is quite good. It can actually force the best swordsman in the world to retreat."
"Okay, Your Excellency is indeed excellent in swordsmanship, but you might as well take a look at my swordsmanship."
Jian Jingfeng tapped his acupuncture points to stop the bleeding, and his eyes flashed. At this moment, his whole body seemed to fit into a strange meaning.
The next moment, he thrust out a sword.
This sword changes in countless ways, and the sword energy turns into a heavenly and earthly net, layer after layer, seemingly endless. However, the sword technique reveals an ethereal and ethereal connotation, as natural as the wind.
Yu Liancheng couldn't help but look moved.
Just because Jian Jingfeng's sword is not inferior to Ba Dao's "Tianguang Sword".
At the same time, Master Wuhen's evaluation of Jian Jingfeng flashed in his mind.
"Jian Jingfeng, this is not this person's real name, but the name he gave to his sword. For ordinary masters, it is remarkable that when a sword is thrust out, the sword wind breaks through the air, but his sword is fast. He can shock the wind. But this is not enough. When one day he can move the sword like the wind, then this person's swordsmanship will be considered a great success."
But now this sword is already "sword like wind".
A sword thrust out, in line with the wonderful rhythm of heaven and earth, relaxing like the wind.
Yu Liancheng's expression became solemn, and he struck out the whisk from his palm again.
…
Liu Sheng rolled up his long sword with fluttering catkins, and the light of the sword was like flying snow. With a "dang" sound, he knocked away Master Ye Yu's long sword.
Her swordsmanship was already superb, but after being trained by Yu Liancheng these days, her skills had improved to a higher level, and she seemed to be able to surpass the head of Emei.
At the same time, she stepped forward and slapped Yeyu Shitai on the heart, causing him to vomit blood and fly backwards.
This palm is so vicious that Master Ye Yu will never be able to return to her peak form in her lifetime, and she will be injured for the rest of her life.
Suddenly, the hair on Yagyu Piaoxu's body stood up as he was about to make a last-ditch attack.
She hurriedly looked behind her and saw a sword light falling from the sky, as if an immortal was flying in the sky and slashing down with a divine sword. And in this sword, she seemed to see tsunamis, mountains standing, the sun and the moon rotating...
Liu Shengpiaoxu was deeply shocked by this sword, and was in a trance for a moment. When the Qingming Festival comes again, I will see Yulian City falling lightly from mid-air, its grace and beauty are indescribable.
And Jian Jingfeng fell sharply from the air. Although he barely managed to stand, he staggered again. Xin had to use his hands to support him, otherwise he would have fallen to the ground at this moment.
"You lost." Yu Liancheng looked at Jian Jingfeng, threw away the long sword, turned around and said, "Let's go."
And the long sword left behind actually belonged to Jian Jingfeng himself.
Liu Shengpiaoxu hurriedly followed Yu Liancheng and looked at him curiously, feeling that something was wrong. After a while, she finally discovered that Yu Liancheng had always covered his right hand in his sleeve.
When the people behind them couldn't see them at all, Liu Shengpiaoxu said, "Are you okay?"
Yu Liancheng was angry: "Do you think something is wrong with me?"
Liu Shengpiaoxu stepped forward quickly and pulled his hand out of his sleeve.
Sure enough, there was a sword mark in the palm, but it was no longer bleeding.
Liu Shengpiaoxu's beautiful eyes rolled her eyes at him: "Is this okay? You picked up someone else's weapon with your hand again, and you were scratched." As she spoke, she took out a quick embroidered handkerchief from her arms to bandage it.
Liu Shengpiaoxu naturally guessed that this guy relied on his martial arts skills and horizontal training skills to take the sword Jingfeng Yi with his hand, and then grabbed the opponent's long sword and wounded Jian Jingfeng Yi.
The general situation was indeed similar to what she had guessed.
The only difference is that Jian Jingfeng was injured in the previous fight, but after seeing Yu Liancheng take the sword that Jian Jingfeng had devoted his whole life to, Jian Jingfeng wanted to truly experience Yu Liancheng's sword skills, and held the sword with both hands. The sword was held up with both hands, and this time something happened next.
Yu Liancheng looked at his bandaged hand and sighed softly: "Who makes me so unlucky? I have been encountering severe troubles recently, each one more severe than the last."
He looked up again and murmured.
"The capital is almost here. There are several powerful people there."
