"It seems that these two people are not simple people." The old man drunk said as he looked at the two people colliding with each other in the Buddhist temple square.
"Who do you think they have better skills?" asked Zen Master Kumu.
"Haha, I think my brother must be the one who won." Old Man Jiu is familiar with Mu Yi's fighting style, but he can't look at it from common sense. If he really looks at it that way, the one who suffers in the end will definitely be his opponent.
"Oh so confident, haha!" Zen Master Kumu looked at the two people fighting fiercely at this moment and seemed to be thinking something, but he did not say it. He just looked at the ancient sword that was constantly waving in Mu Yi's hand from time to time.
At this time, before the Buddha Hall, the Yuanli swept around, and the energy of the order was gushing, but it could not cause any damage to the Buddha Hall. When the energy was affected by the building, a stream of light appeared on the strength of the Buddha Hall, and immediately absorbed the energy that was shot.
"Haha, not bad, Songzhi, you have made a lot of progress."
After Mu Yi laughed a long time, the ancient sword suddenly changed, and the man and the ancient sword crashed into Songzhi's stick shadow. The faces of the onlookers changed, but they heard the sound of metal hitting in their ears. The sound was much slower than the previous storm, and there was a clear pause. However, every time he paused, Songzhi's stick technique seemed to pause, and there was no continuity. Mu Yi twisted his body left and right, but he was not touched by the long stick, but the ancient sword was still chopping the end of the stick. On the other hand, Songzhi, after a sudden attack, he finally began to have poor moves.
But Song Zhi was not exhausted at this time. On the contrary, he was now mentally and physically strong, and was in an upward momentum. But Mu Yi's sword technique made him very uncomfortable. Each stick had to exert a strong explosive force, but after he cut it, the force suddenly disappeared, as if it had disappeared out of thin air. He swung a stick so hard that it turned into a slow sweep, and the momentum it brought out was like an embroidered flower, which was so uncomfortable.
This is a martial art that is almost the Tao!
Every sword of Mu Yi contains a resistant power, which sticks Song Zhi's long stick. If Song Zhi's long stick is as powerful as a rock, then Mu Yi's martial arts are entangled with tangled roots. Every time they collide, Song Zhi's long stick is entangled with a little bit. When you wave it again, it is obviously a little more weight and astringent, and it is no longer as smooth as before.
"Mu Yi's sword technique has really touched a profound realm, and he can even retract his murderous aura. It seems that Song Zhi is going to do some hard work." Zen Master Kumu suddenly lit up when he saw the martial arts used by Mu Yi, and his eyes looked at Old Man Jiu.
"Don't look at me, I just told him some methods. He figured it out by himself. Haha, today I realized that he had completely mastered this method of restraining murderous aura." The old man wine said. When he saw Mu Yi's sword technique today, he was also surprised. This could be much faster than the time he expected. He thought Mu Yi would take at least one year to restrain his murderous aura, but he didn't expect that he would do it in less than half a year. It was really unexpected.
At this time, the two people on the side had seen Mu Yi's power that was almost the Tao before. When they were used again, they were more round and connected, like the edges of a mountain, with initial sharpness. After experiencing wind and rain, although it was much smoother, it was even more elusive.
After a moment, Song Zhi's stick technique finally became chaotic, but the continuous critical strikes were no longer possible. He roared angrily and changed several sets of body techniques and tricks, either clever and agile, or a big opening and closing, or a powerful momentum, or a blowing wind to the face. These stick techniques were used by one of the thin bodies and people were really shocked and praised.
But Mu Yi still stood upright and let the stick technique suddenly change, but it was a sword that brought him into the same situation.
"The stick technique is actually a kind of momentum!" Mu Yi's voice came and he smiled, "The momentum that had just moved forward has faded, and it is probably a bit difficult to condense again. Songzhi, you have to be careful."
"Haha, come on!" Song Zhi didn't feel depressed when he heard Mu Yi's words, but there was a hint of inadvertent brightness in his eyes.
"Yes, I'm here!" Song Zhi jumped and hit Mu Yi's back with a stick.
Mu Yi said, "I finally couldn't bear it anymore."
Mu Yi immediately felt Song Zhi's momentum change at this time, and suddenly he slowed down. He calmed down his energy and then slowed down. At the same time, his heart moved slightly, as if he felt someone whistling from afar. The momentum was weak and undetectable, but it was extremely fast.
His ancient sword knocked lightly, his body was shorter, and he retreated slightly with force under his feet, just escaped from the two afterimages. This time he hid ingeniously, and Songzhi also shouted, but he did not move at all. The long stick suddenly made a "whimper" sound, and the shadows of sticks swept across the sky.
"boom!"
Mu Yi took another step back, and the ancient sword still handed over. But he could hear several "dangdang" sounds like rain. Mu Yi's ancient sword and Songzhi's iron rod intersected, making a harsh metal chirping. Each time he rang, Mu Yi took a step back, but Songzhi made a move, and a long stick was still airtight. The tigers were unstoppable, forcing Mu Yi to hold the ancient sword and collided. Then another loud noise was heard.
This violent fight is Song Zhi's advantage. He is extremely powerful and has a strong Yuan power. After gaining the initiative, he will use his power to suppress others. The purpose is to prevent Mu Yi from relaxing. Although Song Zhi is usually full of jokes, once he really competes, he is very particular about his fighting talent.
"Okay! Hahaha!" Mu Yi was continuously pressed and beaten. After several tough battles, his hands felt a little numb. Although it was not very obvious, he felt it.
However, it was this kind of battle that made him very proud. Before fighting with monsters, he was a one-sided massacre, which was not counted. At this time, the battle with masters like Songzhi mostly relied on ambush and minds. There were much less simple sword-to-sword-to-sword-to-ancient sword-to-sword-to-ancient sword-to-sword-to-ancient sword-to-sword-to-sword-to-ancient swords, and Songzhidel was so powerful that he could not be so arrogant.
The stick technique emphasizes fast, accurate and ruthlessness. This idea must be permeated through each posture of integration, and the first posture is stabbed in the most precise direction, allowing the enemy to hurry to be prepared and thus take the lead.
I saw that the black long stick in Teacher Wang’s hand was like a dragon coming out of a cave, churning up and down, and like a tiger going down the mountain, full of domineeringness. For a moment, the shadows of sticks were endless. Wherever the sticks went, the sound of air whimpering and whimpering.
"The Sing of the Green Lotus Sword!-Destroy the Dragon"
Looking at Song Zhi's huge formation at this time, Mu Yi was not behind at all. He shouted loudly and waved the ancient sword outward. A momentum that looked down on the world was like a mountain torrent, sweeping away. The green lotus floating in the sky emitted a heart-pounding cold light under the refraction of the sun. When the lotus was formed, it instantly condensed into a green dragon, with its teeth and claws, and the scales on its body emitted sharp sword light. As Mu Yi believed, he roared to the sky, and the huge body entrenched in the air rushed towards the sword shadows created by Song Zhi.
"Boom!"
"Blow me up."
The giant dragon and the shadow of the stick were colliding fiercely. The two burst into metal explosions. At the same time, the sky slapped on the giant body of the Azure Dragon, sparks splashing everywhere. The shadow of the stick seemed to be spiritual, constantly overlapping, with a powerful force, hitting the dragon body with a bang. The Azure Dragon could not hold on, and it began to break inch by inch, and finally exploded suddenly.
"Haha, it's not over yet, thousands of swords are fired together!"
When the giant body of the Azure Dragon burst out, Mu Yi was not worried at all, and then shouted loudly. As soon as his voice fell, the broken body of the Azure Dragon suddenly turned into thousands of sword lights, and tens of thousands of swords shot at the same time. The shadow of the Sky Stick that had been transformed into Songzhi had weakened most of the time when the Qinglong body was scattered. Mu Yi's previous Qinglong was just a cover, and now Wan Jian is Mu Yi's trump card.
"What?"
"Chang Kun protects the body!"
I saw myself breaking Mu Yi's offensive and was about to seize the opportunity to launch a storm-like attack, but I didn't expect Mu Yi to have this move. Song Zhi's face changed drastically. Looking at the thousands of sword lights, the iron stick in his hand did not stop at all. He held his hands tightly and kept waving the iron stick. During the waving, a shield suddenly formed around Song Zhi's body, and an ellipse with a faint golden light protected it into airtight.
As soon as Song Zhi shield was formed, the thousands of sword lights did not give him any chance to breathe. They shot towards Song Zhi from the air, bringing a powerful aura, pressing Song Zhi to breathe at this time, and they were also secretly complaining. It seemed that the gap between him and Mu Yi was still not close. He was improving, and Mu Yi was also improving.
"Bang, bang bang!"
The sword light fell on Song Zhi's shield and made a burst of explosions. The Song Zhi's shield kept fluctuating, and ripples filled the surface of the shield, as if it would not last long. At the same time, whenever a sword light fell on the light shield, Song Zhi's body was deeply forced to retreat and headed towards the direction of the Buddhist temple.
Seeing Song Zhi being forced back, Mu Yi did not stop at all, and his body shot towards Song Zhi. The ancient sword in his hand slashed the void, and a sword blade broke away from the sword and bombarded Song Zhi's shield with a destructive aura.
"ah!"
At this moment, Song Zhi, who had been retreating, suddenly retreated towards the wall of the Buddhist temple behind him when he was hit by the sword blade.
"Haha, it seems that the result has come out. Jiufeng, you brother is really amazing. I don't think he has used all his strength yet." Seeing this, Zen Master Kumu smiled faintly. Under the battle between the two, Zen Master Kumu's eyesight, he had actually seen it a long time ago, but he still let his disciples compete with him, just to see something clearly.
"Haha, it should be that this kid's combat effectiveness cannot be judged by common sense." The old man wine said with a smile.