Lin Qingxuan saw that although Hou Tonghai's moves were becoming more and more powerful, they were beginning to show flaws due to impatience, so he slipped his steps, pulled out two sword flowers with his right hand and stabbed them out, and used the "Moon Full West Tower" move to hold the steel fork and the sword
The blade flickered and struck towards Hou Tonghai's ten fingers holding the fork pole.
Hou Tonghai had never seen such exquisite swordsmanship before. The little Taoist priest he had been fighting just now was parrying with all his strength. How could the little Taoist priest counterattack with such a powerful killing move in an instant?
Horrified in his heart, Hou Tonghai took three steps back before escaping the killing move of Ten Finger Moving.
Lin Qingxuan did not pursue a move even if he had the upper hand. He had already intended to use Hou Tonghai as a target, so he raised his sword flat, made a seal with his left hand, and said, "Do you still want to give me some advice, Mr. Hou?"
Hou Tonghai took a sip, frowned and yelled: "My name is the Three-Headed Jiao, does that mean you are the Third Master? The little Taoist priest is really hateful. I am afraid of hurting your life with weapons, so I will teach you a few moves with my bare hands. If you can pick me up...
…If we don’t get hurt in thirty strokes, we, the Yellow River Gang, will admit defeat and never come to work with you in Shaanxi again, how about that?”
Hou Tonghai had just punched Lin Qingxuan and found out that Lin Qingxuan's skills were far inferior to his own. He had relied on the Quanzhen Sect's superb swordsmanship to support many of his moves. If he hadn't missed the flaw, he wouldn't have been able to do it.
Counterattack.
Hou Tonghai was very concerned about winning and was secretly annoyed that Lin Qingxuan had almost fallen over with his sword just now, so he proposed a plan to beat Lin Qingxuan hard and make him angry.
This thirty-move agreement is a good deal, but Lin Qingxuan is really not a disciple of the Quanzhen Sect. He is at best a Taoist priest of the Quanzhen Sect. He does not know the Spear Club, so he is not willing to take risks to relieve the Spear Club's crisis.
However, after fighting Hou Tonghai with Quanzhen swordsmanship for a moment, I already knew that this man's martial arts were good and his skills were better than mine. Fortunately, his martial arts were not as sophisticated as Quanzhen's martial arts, and my Qinggong and body skills were far better than this.
It wouldn't be difficult for a person to take thirty of his moves with bare hands, and it would also be an exercise for oneself.
So Lin Qingxuan shook his head when he heard this, and then continued: "I didn't want to agree, but I was afraid that you would get involved with me. Anyway, thirty moves are not much, so just take action!"
Seeing Lin Qingxuan agreed, both Hou Tonghai and Wang Sansheng heaved a sigh of relief. Hou Tonghai believed that he could defeat Lin Qingxuan within thirty moves, while Wang Sansheng believed that Lin Qingxuan agreed to represent the Quanzhen Sect's next Long Spear Club and Huang He.
Thanks to Liang Zi's help, he won't have to worry about the Dragon King of the Yellow River and the three-headed dragon causing trouble again.
Throwing the dagger back to Wang Sansheng, Lin Qingxuan walked and stood in the center of the hall, holding his left and right hands apart, saying: "Master Hou, please."
Hou Tonghai snorted coldly and said: "I am the second in the Yellow River Gang, and I am your second master Hou!"
As he spoke, Hou Tonghai took a big step and punched Lin Qingxuan in front of him. A vicious wind hit his face. Lin Qingxuan knew that Hou Tonghai's punch was more powerful than before, so he did not dare to take it hard. He stepped on the Gangstep and turned to Hou.
Tonghai left his heart, and swung his right hand to hit Hou Tonghai's left ear.
Hou Tonghai felt that the little Taoist priest in front of him moved his sleeves and disappeared from his eyes. He punched the empty space and suddenly felt a chill in his heart, and then felt the wind filling his left ear.
He hurriedly ducked to dodge, twisted his waist, and took out his right hand from his left armpit.
"Snapped!"
Like a swimming fish, Hou Tonghai made a weird move to avoid Lin Qingxuan's palm, and then the two of them exchanged palms. This time Hou Tonghai attacked with hatred, Lin Qingxuan couldn't help but take three steps back, but Hou Tonghai stood firmly.
Unable to move.
"Good Taoist priest!"
Hou Tonghai praised him and moved his hands as if there were four or eight hands constantly chasing Lin Qingxuan.
Lin Qingxuan knew that his skills were still weak and he did not dare to take a direct attack, so he had to use the Quanzhen Qinggong movement to dodge in circles.
The Qinggong movement method of moving and dodging in close quarters in the Quanzhen teaching martial arts is more powerful than traveling long distances and leaping to high places.
This is also the reason why the Quanzhen Seven Sons formed the Tiangang Beidou Formation and were able to draw a draw with one of the Four Ultimates.
If the footwork and body skills for fighting for a star fighting position were not top-notch, the changes in the formation during the fight would definitely not be as good. A five-level master would have already seen the flaws in the formation and breached it.
Lin Qingxuan had already mastered the Gangbu movement of the Tiangang Beidou Formation. He circled around Hou Tonghai to dodge the moves very easily and elegantly. After a while, Hou Tonghai pretended to be dizzy.
Wang Sansheng kept the promise of thirty moves in mind, and kept staring closely without letting go, shouting: "Twenty moves...twenty-one moves..."
Hou Tonghai was very upset when he heard this. He knew that if the little Taoist priest kept dodging, he would never be able to hit him even if he took a hundred moves.
Knowing that his skills were not deep, he was determined to take a hit and win with a risk, so he made a mistake with both hands and made a save, exposing the middle door of his chest. His hands were like two big iron pincers to stop Lin Qingxuan, and then he used both arms to stop Lin Qingxuan.
Guan Jin attacked from the middle.
Seeing Hou Tonghai's move, the first three ghosts among the four ghosts of the Yellow River laughed loudly and said: "The little Taoist priest is dead!"
"Uncle Master wins!"
"The real bull nose is nothing more than that."
Wang Sansheng also looked shocked, and couldn't help but grab his spear, waiting for Lin Qingxuan to desperately save his life when he was knocked down, so that he could be completely tied to the Quanzhen Sect.
However, he did not know that Lin Qingxuan was not really a true disciple of the Quanzhen Seventh Son. If the news that he possessed Quanzhen martial arts were known to several Quanzhen disciples, it would be a taboo crime.
Although Lin Qingxuan's movement skills were fast, he was inexperienced after all. When he realized something was wrong, he was already unable to dodge. In desperation, he could only raise his shoulders and lock his head to protect his vital points, and pointed the five fingers of his right hand towards Hou Tonghai's chest.
Lin Qingxuan's move was based on the iron finger technique. His five fingers were like spears and pierced Hou Tonghai's chest, and then there was a rebound force that eliminated 20% of the force.
Hou Tonghai brought his arms back and hit Lin Qingxuan's back and shoulder blades, making a crisp thud sound. Hou Tonghai was about to use his strength to crush the little Taoist priest's sternum when he suddenly felt an unbearable pain in his chest, and his arms were completely numb.
I lost my strength, my breath was unstable, and my body fell down as if I was drunk.
"What kind of evil magic did the little Taoist priest use?"
The Four Ghosts of the Yellow River did not see clearly that Lin Qingxuan's five fingers hit their uncle's chest. They saw that his uncle was about to win when he suddenly collapsed and fell down. They all thought that Lin Qingxuan had used Taoist magic.
Shen Qinggang, the "Soul-Destroying Knife", and Wu Qinglie, the "Life-Chasing Gun" shouted and rushed out, each attacking Lin Qingxuan with their killing moves.
"Taoist Master, please take the sword!"
Wang Sansheng also raised his spear to stop Wu Qinglie, and at the same time threw his dagger to Lin Qingxuan.
Ma Qingxiong, the third oldest "Soul Whip", took the opportunity to pick up Hou Tonghai. When he saw that his uncle's face was pale and his face was as gold as paper, he knew that he was seriously injured.
Hou Tonghai pointed to his chest with a trembling finger. Ma Qingxiong hurriedly opened his uncle's shirt and saw five small purple-red dots on his chest. He was shocked and said: "What kind of Kung Fu? It is so powerful?"
After saying that, he hurriedly performed kung fu exercises to give his uncle a massage. At the same time, he took out the pills for internal trauma and gave them to Hou Tonghai to take.
After Hou Tonghai adjusted his breath for a moment, his face became rosy. He spat out blood, and then he felt that he could breathe smoothly. The pain in his chest eased a little. He sighed, "What an iron finger skill. This man is a disciple of Tan Chuduan. I didn't expect that I would be old."
I hunt geese all day long, but today I was pecked in the eye by a goose!"
"Iron Finger Kung Fu?"
Ma Qingxiong suddenly remembered Tan Chuduan's iron finger skills that shocked the heroes in Hebei, and glared: "This guy is cunning and lied to us that he is not a true disciple of the Quanzhen Sect. Master, what should we do?"
Hou Tonghai snorted coldly when he saw that Shen Qinggang's sword skills were fierce but could not hurt Lin Qingxuan at all. Instead, he was forced to retreat and dodge from time to time by the little Taoist priest's sword skills.
Wu Qinglie and Wang Sansheng, each holding a spear, fought together in a group, and it was difficult to break up for a while.
Hou Tonghai knew in his heart that his fourth nephew was injured, and that the three nephews were no match for the little Taoist priest when they came forward to attack him. He could only shake his head and gritted his teeth and said: "It's not difficult to kill the little Taoist priest, but his master Tan Chuduan can't."
It's easy to mess with. We have never had any quarrel with the Quanzhen Seventh Son, so we don't want to have unreasonable enmity.
Besides, Zhongnan Mountain is too close here, and if we drag it on any longer, someone else will come, so go ahead and discuss it with your master before we get back to the place!"