Chapter 39: The Black Iron Epee Overpowers the Heroes
None of them are gentlemen, and they are standard villains who agree but do not get along. Although they are all guests of the Sixth Prince, most of them wish that the other party would make a fool of themselves and take pleasure in others' misfortune. Even the stinky beggar would not act together without provoking the general.
The origin of the ugly beggar was unknown, and everyone looked at each other in silence.
Liang Ziweng, Ouyang Ke, Sha Tongtian, and Hou Tonghai couldn't figure out the details, so they couldn't go forward to attack. Master Lingzhi was still injured and couldn't show his holiness in front of others.
But Peng Lianhu had already finished. If he didn't win, he would lose face, so he naturally refused to retreat.
"If Mr. Peng himself can't take you down, he will only follow your lead!"
Peng Lianhu said harsh words but was afraid of capsizing in the gutter. He took out two iron pens from his waist and shook his shoulders slightly. The two pens covered the ugly beggar's temples, Jingming point, philtrum, the tip of the throat, and the shoulder sockets.
There are several vital points such as the heart and mouth.
The ugly beggar shouted, and raised the flat iron rod in his hand that looked like a long sword but had a round head and an edgeless edge. He blocked Peng Lianhu's killing move with just one sweep.
When Judge Peng Lianhu's pen came across this strange weapon, he felt the opponent's overwhelming force coming at him. He hurriedly used his strength to resist, but his hand still felt sore and numb.
After leaping away, Peng Lianhu frowned and stared, and said in a deep voice: "What a powerful swordsmanship. You are not from the Beggar Clan. Which sect did you learn from?"
Lin Qingxuan smiled slightly but did not answer, and the black iron heavy sword in his hand struck down with the force of a mountain.
Peng Lianhu wanted to dodge, but Lin Qingxuan's move seemed clumsy, but he couldn't dodge it. He could only hold up two judge pens to resist.
"Crack!"
The two sharp Iron Judge's Pens were slender after all, and the connection between Lin Qingxuan's two swords suddenly broke.
Peng Lianhu's face turned livid, he rubbed his body and grabbed Lin Qingxuan's face with both hands.
Lin Qingxuan dodged half of the move by stepping on the Gangstep, and the black iron heavy sword in his hand pressed against Peng Lianhu's right shoulder.
Peng Lianhu didn't dare to block without his weapon. He dodged the sword's force as soon as his steps slipped, and rushed forward from Lin Qingxuan's left front, striking out with two palms.
Lin Qingxuan's Qinggong and body skills were not inferior to Peng Lianhu's, but he was even better than him when it came to fighting and leaping. He turned his steps and thrust out another sword. Peng Lianhu was forced to withdraw his move, and struck the spine of the black iron epee with two horizontal palms.
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If Lin Qingxuan were to compare his skills alone, he would be nowhere near as good as Peng Lianhu, but he holds a black iron heavy sword, and the power of one move is more than a thousand pounds. Peng Lianhu's martial arts is light and fast, and he is not an expert in palm skills.
As soon as the sword touched, it felt so powerful that it was hard to stop it.
Seeing Peng Lianhu block his sword, Lin Qingxuan reluctantly swung out his left hand like lightning, and with one move, the Nine Yin Divine Claw, also known as the Destroying Divine Claw, grabbed Peng Lianhu's right shoulder.
Peng Lianhu was barely able to resist the heavy sword. Facing such a powerful claw from Lin Qingxuan, it was difficult to dodge. Just as he was about to be injured, a yellow shadow flashed, and a dry palm made a move with Lin Qingxuan's destructive divine claw.
"Hey!" With a cry of "Hey!", Sha Tongtian and Peng Lianhu took several steps back together. Peng Lianhu's blood surged and his face turned pale for a moment. Sha Tongtian had just stepped out as a disguised figure to save his old friend and hit Lin Qingxuan's claws.
, the joints of his fingers were sore and numb, and his face was solemn.
Ouyang Ke and others were awestruck when they saw this. Just now Wang Chuyi's martial arts was no small matter. No one here was sure of winning alone. At this time, a strange beggar appeared. His internal strength was as strong as Peng Lianhu's and Sha Tongtianxiang's.
In comparison, his swordsmanship was even more rare and powerful. It was unbelievable that one person could defeat Peng Lianhu and Sha Tongtian together.
Sha Tongtian glared and said: "Your Excellency and the Black Wind Shuangsha are from the same sect? I think that although the catch you just made is not the same, it is also the same as their Nine Yin White Bone Claw."
Wanyankang had just seen it clearly and felt that the claw technique used by the ugly beggar was very similar to that of his blind master. After hearing Sha Tongtian's words, he suddenly realized it and hurriedly stepped forward to smooth things over: "This... Mu Da
Xia is also a top martial artist, I don’t think we have any enmity, why bother to hurt our harmony?”
Naturally, Wan Yankang wanted to give him face, and everyone also realized that it would be difficult to defeat him in martial arts, so they all agreed.
Even Peng Lianhu and Sha Tongtian looked at each other, ready to swallow their anger temporarily and wait for an opportunity to retaliate later.
Seeing that none of the guests objected, Wanyankang cupped his hands towards Lin Qingxuan and said, "Master Mu, since we are in a humble place, why don't we have a drink together?"
Lin Qingxuan looked at Wan Yankang with burning eyes and sneered: "What a handsome man, what a kind and filial young prince."
Wanyankang listened to Lin Qingxuan's sarcastic tone, but didn't understand what it meant. Just as he was confused, he saw Lin Qingxuan picked up the black iron sword and strode out. As he walked, he said: "I am from the south, and it's not like I have forgotten my ancestors."
If you want to go eat Beishi, let’s go!”
After saying this, Lin Qingxuan let out a loud roar and walked away.
At this time, Wan Yankang still didn't know his life experience, but among the people present, four of the six major guests were Han Chinese. He couldn't refute when someone mentioned him to the point of his nose. In addition, he knew that he was no match for Lin Qingxuan in a single fight, so he felt a little frustrated.
Disgraced.
After leaving Prince Zhao's Mansion, Lin Qingxuan sang a Taoist song and disappeared into the crowd.
Two years have passed. Lin Qingxuan's appearance has changed from before. His face was smeared with pot ashes and his voice has changed. Therefore, Hou Tonghai failed to recognize him. He just used the black iron sword to suppress Peng Lianhu and Sha.
It is extremely satisfying to reach the sky and overwhelm the heroes.
So Lin Qingxuan was in a happy mood and sang loudly all the way. Many pedestrians saw a dirty beggar walking openly in the middle of the street. They all thought he was a madman and got out of the way.
Arriving at an abandoned City God's Temple, Lin Qingxuan went in and found a place to sit cross-legged. While recalling the details of his fight with Peng Lianhu and Sha Tongtian, he also had a clear positioning of his own martial arts.
If you don't use the Black Iron Sword Technique and the Nine Yin Manual, you will be at the first-class level. If you use superior martial arts, you will immediately become the best in the first-class level.
Lin Qingxuan was slightly complacent after he tested the level of Peng Lianhu and others. Thinking about the cultivation of Taoism, he immediately suppressed his complacency.
However, Lin Qingxuan also knew that his martial arts skills were far superior to those of the great masters.
It was estimated that in a real fight, he could hit four or five no matter what he did. Anyway, Lin Qingxuan knew from just a few short moves that Sha Tongtian and Peng Lianhu were no match for him.
At this moment, Lin Qingxuan clearly realized that his martial arts had improved by leaps and bounds. In just a few months, he had gone from a semi-first-class to a strong first-class.
Jianghu martial arts has never been about fighting monsters and upgrading, and there is no rating agency for the martial arts level of people in the martial arts. Generally, you only know who is good after fighting.
Moreover, due to different eras, the level of first-class masters is also different. The first-class masters in the Tianlong period must have surpassed the first-class masters in the Condor Period. By the time of The Deer and the Cauldron, I am afraid that even Wang Chuyi's ability to pour wine can be called it.
It's a magical skill.
Therefore, Lin Qingxuan can only be regarded as first-class and average in terms of internal strength, but in terms of martial arts, he is first-class or even superior.
After pondering for a long time, Lin Qingxuan finally had a clear understanding of the first-class level of martial arts. Feeling physically and mentally exhausted, he lay down on his side in a corner to rest.