Meng Xiuyuan's decisive response surprised his opponent.
Whether it was Bi Xuan with a cold and stern expression, or Fu Cailin who looked up to express his love for the stars and the moon, at this moment, they were all deeply attracted by the light of the sword in his hand, and they all looked at him.
The two men had vicious eyes, and they could tell that Meng Xiuyuan was seriously injured from the moment they first met. According to common sense, they both concluded that Meng Xiuyuan would look for opportunities to escape, so they were quite vigilant and ready to intercept at any time, not daring to cause further trouble.
But he didn't expect that this young Han master would be so upright and brave. Even though he was seriously injured, he still showed no fear in the face of his two great masters.
"Okay, no wonder you have such martial arts skills at such a young age.
A warrior should have such a fearless heart so that he can advance bravely and become invincible.
It's a pity that you are not a Turk, otherwise I could have a good drink with you.
"Sky Sword" Meng Xiuyuan, right... I remember you.
Even if you die here tonight, I, Bi Xuan, still respect you as a hero."
The night wind whistled, and Bi Xuan's wild hemp robe rustled. He was originally arrogant, but his gaze looking down at the world became a little more appreciative.
"Life is a miracle given to humans by God. The existence of every life is a spark ignited in the endless growth and decline, and is a fragment of the long river of life.
A life like Mr. Meng's is particularly hot and moving, more beautiful than the stars and the moon in the sky.
If it were not to prevent the people of Goguryeo from falling into fire and water again, I would definitely not want to extinguish the flame of your life..."
Fu Cailin lowered his head for the first time, no longer looking up at the night, but staring at Meng Xiuyuan with a pair of eyes, his ugly brows filled with pure affection.
When Meng Xiuyuan heard the two people talking, he felt as if they were reciting a eulogy and he had been sentenced to death. He couldn't help but smile, shook his head, and answered loudly:
"Haha, the two great masters really speak very well.
But since you have made up your mind to kill me, why bother saying more.
If you have any insights, let’s discuss them with fists, feet, and swords.”
As he spoke, the long white jade sword in Meng Xiuyuan's hand drew a perfect arc, and finally stretched across his chest, already in the starting position of "Tai Chi Sword Technique".
“So bold and refreshing!”
Bi Xuan could see at a glance that Meng Xiuyuan's "Tai Chi Sword Technique" was unfathomable, his eyes flashed, and he immediately shouted and flew towards him.
Compared with the previous Shi Zhixuan, Bi Xuan's movement skills were a bit slower, but he still carried an unparalleled domineering power.
As soon as the punch came out, there was no whistling sound, and it didn't bring up any energy. It was just a huge momentum that came down from the top of the head, blocking all Meng Xiuyuan's escape routes.
The next moment, the air around Meng Xiuyuan suddenly became hot and boiling. If he were instantly placed in the hot yellow sand of the desert, Bi Xuan's special skill "Yangyang Qigong" had already been activated.
Seeing this situation, Meng Xiuyuan immediately shook the white jade sword in his hand, drew perfect arcs, and quietly resolved Bi Xuan's punch with the true meaning of Tai Chi.
Although Meng Xiuyuan was still confident that he could defeat Bi Xuan's punch with force, he was injured after all. To be on the safe side, he chose to use "Tai Chi Sword Technique" to challenge his opponent with a few moves.
The longevity energy in Meng Xiuyuan's body is the most effective panacea for treating injuries. Every time the energy circulates in his meridians for one week, his injuries will get better.
Under such circumstances, the longer the two sides fight, the more advantageous it is for him.
Although Bi Xuan's kung fu follows the path of great opening and great closing, as a martial arts master who has been famous for many years, he is not lacking in subtle changes at all. The moment his fist was neutralized by Meng Xiuyuan, he immediately changed his moves and rubbed his body.
Going up, he obviously wanted to break Meng Xiuyuan's unbreakable Tai Chi sword force with a short attack.
Meng Xiuyuan was happy and undaunted by the situation. He turned the long sword in his hand and sent out a yin and yang mixture with a Tai Chi sword force that had no beginning or end, and immediately directed Bi Xuan's menacing blow to the side.
Although his level of martial arts is inferior to that of a great master like Bi Xuan, he has devoted himself to studying this "Tai Chi Sword Technique" for many years and has learned its true meaning, so he is not afraid of the changes in the opponent's moves.
Bi Xuan's quick attack moves, each of which were natural, domineering and fierce, could not break through Meng Xiuyuan's sword circle. Instead, he gradually fell into the countless yin and yang cyclones around him. He began to feel a little helpless, and it was difficult to display his monstrous abilities.
I suddenly felt irritable and frowned.
At this critical moment, a faint sigh came from the side, suddenly turning the situation around.
"Fu Cailin has never seen such swordsmanship in his life. Please allow me the honor to experience it personally..."
While he was talking, the "Yijian Master" had already appeared in front of Meng Xiuyuan, and took Bi Xuan's place to get into Meng Xiuyuan's Tai Chi sword force.
When Bi Xuan saw this scene, although he was unhappy in his heart, he stepped aside. The martial arts principles of Meng Xiuyuan's "Tai Chi Sword Technique" were very different from all the martial arts in the world. He did not want to suffer any more losses, so he wanted to borrow
Take a clear look at the machine.
"Mr. Meng, do you know why I, Fu Cailin, learn to sword?"
The Yi Jian master who was always making profound remarks suddenly got into a conversation for some reason, and asked Meng Xiuyuan quietly while drawing his sword towards him.
And at the moment when his sword was unsheathed, Meng Xiuyuan suddenly felt that everything in the world disappeared, leaving only the vast void and his two swordsmen facing each other with swords.
Each move of the long sword in Fu Cailin's hand seems ordinary, but upon closer inspection, it is fascinating, with countless subsequent changes, which makes people fascinated.
Everyone in the world knows that Fu Cailin is invincible with his "Sword Game", which emphasizes "using people to fight swords, and using swords to fight enemies", and integrates chess into swordsmanship.
At this moment, Meng Xiuyuan faced him in person, only to realize that things were not as simple as they sounded. Fu Cailin's careful arrangement of the sword was all made naturally by his heart. It could not be solved by a brilliant mind, and it was not as simple as a chess game.
"I don't know, but Master Fu's swordsmanship is so good, I'm willing to listen."
Meng Xiuyuan did not want to fall into the chess game dominated by Fu Cailin. As he spoke, he suddenly swung his long sword, turning the curve into a straight line, and the circle into a sharp edge. Using the "Xiaoxiang Sword Rain" style in "Purple Sky Sword Qi" as a guide, he used the "Xiaoxiang Sword Rain" style in "Purple Sky Sword Qi" as a guide, and used the "Xiaoxiang Sword Rain" style in "Purple Sky Sword Qi" as a guide, and used the "Xiaoxiang Sword Rain" style in "Purple Sky Sword Qi" as a guide, and used the "Xiaoxiang Sword Rain" in "Purple Sky Sword Qi" as a guide.
All the long-lasting Tai Chi spin energy was contained in it and suddenly shot out.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! This sword energy is as fast as lightning. Even if Fu Cailin senses it in advance, he still cannot dodge in time. He can only stab the Yi sword in his hand erratically.
The virtual controls the real, and resolves it by force.
Hearing a loud "rumbling" sound, every time Fu Cailin took a step back, the ground beneath his feet exploded. In this way, the Yi Sword Master still retreated four or five feet away, and then he could barely block Meng Xiuyuan's shocking sword energy.
The long sword in his hand trembled slightly. Fu Cailin had not experienced such a dark loss in countless years since he achieved great success in martial arts, and his mind was filled with confusion.
After a while, when he looked up at Meng Xiuyuan again, Fu Cailin's eyes were filled with sadness that was difficult to conceal:
"Mr. Meng, you should understand that this is a world full of lunatics and ignorance.
If you don't have enough strength, you will be deprived of the right to enjoy the miracle of life. This is true between countries, and it is true between people.
From the moment I learned the sword, I swore to protect the safety of my people.
Not only do I dislike war, I also hate war. However, under the threat of subjugation of the country and the destruction of the nation, I have to fight back.
The Han people are ferocious, and under the leadership of the foolish king Yang Guang, they have developed an incomprehensible hatred for me, Goguryeo.
Considering the long-term interests of our entire nation, only by maintaining this fragmented situation in China can we have a peaceful and happy life.
And to achieve this, I’m sorry, Li Shimin can’t live, and neither can you, Mr. Meng…”
Having said this, Fu Cailin slowly turned his head and looked at Bi Xuan aside. The two foreign grandmasters met for the first time at this moment and nodded to each other silently.
Obviously, the two people who had suffered a secret loss in the test just now understood that even the injured Meng Xiuyuan at this moment was still not something they could defeat alone.
In order to solve this serious problem for the country and the nation, they could no longer care about their master's demeanor tonight, so they had no choice but to work together to encircle and kill him.
“Since ancient times, the winner is king, and the process is not important.
Meng Xiuyuan, I hope you will be born on the vast prairie in the next life and be a Turk who stands upright..."
Bi Xuan sighed softly, and then his aura suddenly increased. "Yang Yang Qigong" did not hold back at all, and was completely integrated into one palm, and the fiery aura surrounded Meng Xiuyuan's whole body.
At the same time, Fu Cailin had also flashed out from one side, and the Yi sword in his hand glowed with a bright blue light, drawing an arc that contained the principles of heaven and earth, and flew towards Meng Xiuyuan.
Although the two great masters had never met each other before, there seemed to be a tacit understanding between them for decades when they joined forces. When the two moves were superimposed, the power doubled, blocking all Meng Xiuyuan's ways of survival.
Seeing this scene, Meng Xiuyuan knew that there was no longer any delay, so he could only ignore the injuries in his body and show his true ability immediately.
The next moment, a bright light flashed in Meng Xiuyuan's eyes, and energy surged around his body, making his clothes flutter like an immortal.
The left hand's "Six Yang Palms of the Tianshan Mountains" was shot, with masculine versus masculine energy, as blazing as the sun, which powerfully defeated Bi Xuan's "Yang Yang Qigong". The sword light on the right hand flashed continuously, and countless sword energy came out vigorously, knocking out Fu Cailin's Yijian
Forced to be more than ten feet away.
For a time, Meng Xiuyuan faced off against the two great masters and firmly gained the upper hand.
"you?!"
Bi Xuan touched his beard that was scorched and bent by the fierce energy at his chin, and his mind was shaken for a moment. Meng Xiuyuan's sudden outburst was really beyond his expectation.
This invincible god of war on the grassland never thought that there could be such an alien in the world, who could force him and Fu Cailin to join forces with his physical body's true energy, and it was the fiery true energy that he was proud of that made him suffer.
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"Brother Bi, there is no need to fight hard. His moves like this will definitely not last long..."
Although Fu Cailin spoke very calmly, he suddenly stepped away from the distance of a few feet while speaking, and looked at Meng Xiuyuan with a cautious look in his eyes.
His "Sword Game" is like playing chess. In the past, those who were qualified to sit on the chess table and compete fairly with him were at least masters of Ning Daoqi's level.
But the young man in front of him today was very unreasonable and had no intention of playing chess with him.
Originally, the chess game was supposed to be a careful arrangement and intrigue between you and me, but because of Meng Xiuyuan's vitality and physical body that far exceeded ordinary people, it has become an unfair game.
Every time Fu Cailin made a move and made a move, Meng Xiuyuan relied on his basic advantage to make two or three moves.
Such a chess game made Fu Cailin, a sword master, not sure how to play it.
The two great masters were at a disadvantage for a moment, and Meng Xiuyuan would not give them a chance to breathe. He immediately pursued them, hoping to kill them both as quickly as possible.
His physical condition is not good at the moment, and he may not be able to sustain it for too long if he exerts his kung fu with all his strength. Even if he trades injuries for injuries, it would still be a favorable choice for him to deal with one of the two masters first.
For a moment, Bi Xuan and Fu Cailin, even though they were extremely powerful, could only barely resist, temporarily avoid the sharp edge, and relied on their body skills to join forces to deal with Meng Xiuyuan.
At this critical moment, Zhao Deyan, who had not spoken for a long time, suddenly emerged from nowhere and said in a distant voice:
"Mr. Meng, please take a look at my place.
I've invited your friend here for you."
When Meng Xiuyuan heard the sound, he looked subconsciously and saw Zhang Yong's burly figure appearing next to Zhao Deyan in the distant woods. He was holding a soft rhombus gun directly against his throat.