The fifth thousand three hundred and sixty chapters dazzling knife light
Master Changtian sat on the ground, and in the light of the swords coming back from around him, he turned around and swung the lancet in his hand backwards. He quickly knocked away the two lancets that were slashing downwards.
He knocked away two swung lancets, and streams of red blood gushed out from the wounds. In the blink of an eye, his whole body was soaked with blood, and waves of heartbreaking pain shot straight into his mind, and his eyes were filled with tears.
He had a look of despair. He knew that with multiple injuries on his body, he was unable to resist the group of villains in front of him.
At this time, Changtian had already seen clearly that the person who had been slashed across the belly by him was a middle-aged man in his forties with gloomy eyes and a beard, with an extremely sinister expression. He had already understood this from this kid's martial arts.
, this kid must be the master of these gangsters around him.
At this time, the kid's belly had been slashed by Changtian's knife. As he staggered, he covered his bleeding belly with one hand and pulled out a pistol from his waist with the other hand. He raised the muzzle of the gun with a ferocious expression and pointed it at the person sitting on the ground.
Master Changtian pulled the trigger.
"Papa", amidst the two gunshots, Master Changtian pressed hard on the ground and rolled out. He raised the machete in his hand and threw it towards a kid who was rushing from the side. He pressed his hands on the ground with his face exposed.
A look of despair.
At that time, Master Changtian already understood that it would be difficult for him to escape from the opponent's gun without being injured. Moreover, now that he has been seriously injured, no matter how high his kung fu is, he will never be able to escape when surrounded by a group of enemies.
There is no possibility of escape, this mountain is his burial place!
Just when Master Changtian was desperate, the boy who raised the gun and aimed at him suddenly let out a scream. The boy fell to the ground, and the pistol in his hand also fell to the ground.
A bright light flashed in Master Changtian's eyes, and he suddenly raised his head to look. "Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!" Several sharp sounds broke through the air, and three rays of cold light passed by Changtian's eyes like lightning, and then they were inserted into the swish of the wave.
The knife slashed at the chests of the three boys in Changtian, and the three boys holding bright lancets screamed and fell backwards.
A figure rushed out from the foot of the mountain behind. The person rushed to the side of Master Changtian. He hooked his right foot and picked up a lancet that had fallen to the ground. He stretched out his hand to hold the handle of the knife and rushed away from Changtian.
In the past, the dazzling sword light swung out from in front of him.
In the fierce light of the sword, the light of the sword and the shadow of the stick that were slashing at Chang Tian suddenly rose upward, and a crisp sound of metal collision sounded at the same time.
The figure of the person who came was very fast. He waved the lancet in his hand and knocked away the three machetes and two long sticks that were heading straight towards Changtian. He inserted his side into the middle of the boys in front of him, the machete in his hand.
He slashed a boy hard on the shoulder. He leaned back, dodged the light of the knife, and thrust the lancet in his hand horizontally into the stomach of a boy on the side.
Following the sound of a sharp blade being inserted into a human body, two screams sounded almost at the same time! At this moment, the visitor suddenly heard a "whoosh" sound coming from behind.
The visitor was startled, and immediately realized that a sneak attack had appeared behind him, and a sharp blade was slashing at his back! He immediately took a step forward, lowered his head to let go of the light of the slashing knife, and his right hand "cracked"
With a loud sound, he pulled out the lancet inserted into the belly of the boy beside him, turned around and swung it back vigorously.
As soon as he turned around, he saw a sharp lancet falling from behind him, and a boy staggered down behind him with a bloody tip of the knife exposed on his chest. Master Changtian, who was covered in blood, was standing there.
He leaned forward and with difficulty retracted his right arm that he swung out vigorously.
The visitor's eyes flashed, and he immediately understood that Master Changtian, who was lying on the ground, saw that he was in danger and threw out the lancet in his hand to save him.
A murderous aura suddenly surged out of his face, and he stepped away from a long stick that was roaring in front of him. He raised his left hand suddenly, and a cold light flew out from the fingers of his left hand.
The cold light flashed across the throat of the figure who was hitting him with the stick, and the figure fell backwards without saying a word. The other gangsters who were rushing around saw how fierce the intruder was, and they shouted and turned around.
Flee deep into the mountains.
In the red firelight of the Zen room, Master Changtian said this in a low tone. He then looked away from the dark window, looked at Feng Dao with tears in his eyes and said: "The person who came is your ancestor Kuangbiaoshou Fengxiao.
God! Feng Xiaotian saved my life at a critical moment, regardless of his own safety, and we have become irreplaceable friends since then."
As soon as he finished speaking, the young monk looked at him and asked impatiently: "Master, why have you never told us this? Then is the hidden weapon technique you taught me the Feng family's flying knife technique?
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"Yes, the dart technique I passed on to you is the Feng family's unique knife-throwing technique. In order to show respect for the Feng family's flying knife, I made a slight change to let you use darts instead of throwing knives!" the old monk immediately replied.
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He then looked at Feng Dao and said: "The rules of the Feng Family and Lingyi Temple are extremely strict. We are not allowed to pass on our techniques to outsiders without authorization. I was seriously injured at that time. It was Feng Xiaotian who beat away the gangsters.
, personally escort me back to Lingyi Temple."
Master Changtian then recalled: "While I was recuperating, I exchanged martial arts techniques with Xiaotian. He admired the inner martial arts techniques of our Lingyi Temple, and I envied the Feng family's sword skills and the superb flying knife techniques.
Our martial arts complement each other perfectly, so we agreed to exchange our martial arts skills."
"We were in the Lingyi Temple at that time. I made the exchange after reporting it to my master. Xiaotian said that his master, his father, was very old-fashioned and would not agree to his passing on the flying knife technique to outsiders, so he
You secretly passed on your Feng family's sword skills and hidden weapon skills to me."
When Feng Dao heard this, he suddenly realized. He looked at Master Changtian and said: "No wonder our Feng family's genealogy did not record this past event, but left the ancestral precept that if something happens to Lingyi Temple, we must do our best to help. At that time, my grandfather told
I, Taizu, am the person with the most profound skills in our Feng family since ancient times!"
"It turns out that my great-grandfather integrated the inner strength and mental methods of Lingyi Temple with the inner strength and mental methods of our Wan family, so he carried forward our Feng family's martial arts, and our Feng family has become an internal strength sect that has a place in the Chinese martial arts world.
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As he spoke, he stood up and clasped his hands in his fists and said, "Thank you, Master Changtian, and thank you, the ancestors of the Lingyi Sect, for your success!" He then bent down deeply.
He knew in his heart that without the inner strength and inner skills taught by Lingyi Temple, it would be impossible for the Feng family to further perfect their sword skills and flying knife techniques, let alone become a famous swordsman in the martial arts world.