Chapter 264: Destroying people's courage with a sword
A successful attack will increase your arrogance.
The Taoist priest said proudly: "Since you know that this palm technique is powerful, why don't you just surrender and capture you? The poor Taoist promised to keep your whole body, haha!"
Yang Zhaoxi recalled that night at Zeshanfang, when everyone was rounding up the tiger demon, and for the first time he saw the old beggar Long subduing the monk in the field with his "wind-catching and shadow-catching hand", and he was really amazed. Looking at the Taoist priest in front of him, he only learned a little bit.
But he dared to speak arrogantly, and just sneered: "The answer is not what the question was asked. But it is not important anymore. What's the use of learning a palm technique like yours that 'a bottle does not ring, a half bottle clangs'?"
Having said that, Yang Chaoxi changed the sword moves with his right hand and used the move in "Lao Yan's Flying Sword". But it was a sword move that used sad and decisive sword intent to exchange injuries for injuries, further spying on the Taoist priest's "Chasing the Wind Sword Technique"
of reality.
The left hand was originally holding the sword technique, but at this moment, the five fingers were pressed together, facing the Taoist priest's diagonally slashing palm.
Snap! Snap, snap!
The two palms faced each other, and they exchanged several moves in a row, and from time to time there was a crisp sound of flesh and bone hitting each other. The sword technique seemed to be a auxiliary attack. Occasionally, there were a few "clicks", but it was just a click, unlike just now.
So entangled.
After the Taoist priest exchanged a few moves with Yang Chaoxi, he was greatly horrified: "You, you... you can actually... catch the wind and catch shadows! Who taught you?!"
Yang Zhaoxi's left hand kept moving, and the palms and claws were changing, and he had firmly suppressed the so-called "wind-catching and shadow-catching hand" by the Taoist priest. He smiled half-heartedly and said: "Isn't it strange that the wind-catching and shadow-catching hand is very strange? I happen to know a thing or two about it. But, you learn
It’s not authentic! It’s obvious that the person who taught you how to master the technique either didn’t learn it at all, or he hid it and refused to pass on the essence to you!”
"Slander my senior brother! You are looking for death!" The Taoist priest shouted as if he had been stabbed in a painful spot and rushed forward again.
When the Taoist priest saw that he was outmatched by his palm skills, he simply withdrew his palms and concentrated on using the "Chasing the Wind Sword Technique" that he was proud of. Without the dual purpose of attacking with both swords and palms, the "Chasing the Wind Sword Technique" was quite powerful.
Zeng! The sword moves of "Lao Yan Fen Fei Sword" are actually on par with each other:
Sometimes the Taoist Iron Sword has the upper hand, suppressing the Xuantong Sword until he can't lift his hand. Once the fast-attacking moves are swung out, they are overwhelmed and make people tired of defense; sometimes the Xuantong Sword is better, only attacking.
The Taoist priest's unruly fighting style frightened him and often caused him to lose control of himself. As a result, Xuantong Sword moved forward even more aggressively, forcing the Iron Sword to only parry, but not to fight back...
The two of them exchanged dozens of moves. Xuantong sword suddenly retracted, and many sword shadows suddenly merged into one. At this moment, a sword suddenly thrust out like lightning and flint!
This sword is reaching its peak!
The Taoist priest had just felt a chill in his heart. It seemed that before he had finished his reaction in the blink of an eye, the tip of the sword had already been handed to his heart. The bright light reflected by the sword body dragged into an arc of light and was left far behind, as if it could not keep up with the speed of the sword body.
The rhythm of...
The Taoist priest only felt a pain in his heart, and he didn't know how much the kid's long sword had penetrated. He felt his inner breath dispersed, his heart was in panic, and his consciousness began to become blurred... A little regret began to appear before his consciousness dissipated.
It sprouted and began to grow wildly. There was only one thought left in my mind:
This poor man is so obsessed with money that he gambled his fortune and life for a little yellow and white thing. Unexpectedly, he lost the bet today...
The moment the Taoist priest fell, a figure with a flat crown and a yellow hat rushed over and supported him. His face was filled with shock and anger: "Junior brother? Junior brother!" Seeing that the Taoist priest didn't answer, he suddenly couldn't suppress his grief and anger, "Monster
!You kill me, Taoist priest Tongxuanguan, and you will be killed!"
Yang Zhaoxi was stunned, and couldn't help but pointed at the Taoist priest's heart, frowning and said: "Old Taoist! I didn't have time to kill him... but I just poked some flesh and frightened the Taoist unconscious. How can you indiscriminately do it?"
Charge of arbitrary deductions!”
This man with a flat crown and a yellow hat is actually Qu Bingyu, the master of Tongxuan Temple. On the night when the tiger demon was rounded up, the old beggar Long Zai Tian was harassed by him. When they had a big quarrel in public, Yang Chaoxi acted as peacemaker and brought Long Zai back.
Tian pulled away, which prevented the two from fighting. It can be seen that the temper of this Qu Guanzhu has always been very violent.
Qu Bingyu was so angry just now that he couldn't make a detailed analysis. Now he took a closer look and saw that his junior brother's Tanzhong acupoint was bleeding profusely, but the wound was not deep and only pierced a layer of flesh. But because he hit the Tanzhong acupoint,
He then fell into coma. Then he touched it with his hand and found that his pulse was stable. Then he looked at the rise and fall of his chest and found that his breathing was normal. It was indeed not a sign of premature death, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
So, Qu Bingyu handed his junior brother to a young Taoist priest next to him and ordered him to take his uncle out to stop the bleeding and heal his injuries. The young Taoist priest had a look of resentment on his face and reluctantly helped the unconscious Taoist priest out of the formation. He looked back three times at a time.
, seems to be extremely reluctant to let go of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to kill people and get rewards.
Qu Bingyu then turned around and snorted coldly: "As a monster, if you hurt my junior brother, you deserve to be killed! However, I think you are still young and ignorant, so I will let you choose a way to die! You are
Do you want to end it on your own, or do you want me to do it myself?"
Yang Zhaoxi held her forehead with one hand, feeling helpless in her heart: How come these Taoist priests from Tongxuan Guan, who have mediocre abilities, are all so crazy? Who on earth gave them such confidence?
As soon as the thought turned around, Yang Zhaoxi cleared his throat, and then he remembered that he had been running all the way since he got up early, but he didn't get any water. At this moment, his throat was thirsty, and his voice was arrogant and slightly hoarse: "Young master, you will live a long life in this life! You
If you don’t accept it, we’ll fight it again!”
"Arrogant! Look at the sword!" What Qu Bingyu dislikes the most is someone as arrogant as himself. He is a Taoist disciple who has taken the "Heqi Gathering Pill". Although he has the spirit pill to build the foundation,
I don’t dare to say how old I am. This kid has a red mouth and white teeth, yet he dares to speak so loudly. If he’s not a heretic, what is he?
Qu Bingyu swore, the black iron sword in his hand was already thrust out, and he was still using the "Chasing the Wind Sword Technique". But this sword technique became much more presentable in Qu Bingyu's hands. Between the stabs, he felt a sense of urgency.
Inherited! When chopping, it roars loudly!
Slightly, like a gentle breeze blowing on your face! So fast, like a dragon whirling on the ground!
Qu Bingyu's heart and hands are in harmony, and the human sword is one. I don't know whether it is his arm that is swinging the iron sword, or the iron sword pulling his arm. His figure is like a dead leaf blown up by the wind, flying up and down, moving in an irregular manner. The iron sword
It is like a venomous snake that chooses people to eat, dancing when it sees the enemy and taking advantage of opportunities to attack!
"Good swordsmanship!" Yang Chaoxi secretly praised, and used the "Gongsun Swordsmanship" in his hand, showing off every move with ease.
A burst of Pei Min's sword intention penetrated into the sword technique. The original simple, meandering, and gentle moves became a bit more vertical and horizontal! Facing the equally extraordinary "Chasing the Wind Sword Technique", he did not fall behind at all.
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Yang Zhaoxi fought with him several times, and Gongsun Sword Technique's advantage in protracted battles was revealed. On the other hand, Qu Bingyu's black iron sword's attack was no longer as sharp as it was at the beginning. It turned out that "Chasing the Wind Sword Technique" quickly attacked,
The strength of quick strikes depends on the foundation of strength: when the strength is at its peak, the power of the sword technique will increase; when the strength is exhausted, the power of the sword technique will get worse and worse.
Therefore, when they first fought, the illusion that their swordsmanship was equally matched did not last long. After less than a cup of tea, Qu Bingyu would always be concerned about one thing and not the other, and Yang Zhaoxi would take the opportunity to counterattack from time to time, causing him to panic.
Qu Bingyu suddenly shouted loudly and took three steps back: "Boy! Who are you? You are so proficient in Taoist swordsmanship!"
Yang Zhaoxi put away his sword and stood up, asking in return: "Old Taoist, who are you! With such skills, you are probably one of the best in Tongxuan Temple, right? Why do you want to be a spearman for others!"
Qu Bingyu's face turned red and he said angrily: "The Zoroastrian demon is arrogant and acts recklessly. He kills his fellow disciples and kills everyone! Why do you need others to instigate and instigate you? Young man! I advise you to step back from the cliff and atone for your sins, and I will forgive you.
One life!"
Yang Zhaoxi danced her sword and said with a smile: "You are not ashamed! You obviously can't beat me, but you want to beg for mercy, but you still say it so righteously. From my point of view, you have such a face, I'm afraid you are an invulnerable treasure.
Bar?"
Qu Bingyu was instantly angry, and after a while he said with a sharp expression: "Who said that I am no match for you... I have always cherished my talents, and I wanted to leave a chance to make you change your past... If you don't appreciate it, then...
No wonder I am the one who kills me... I have a set of palm skills that are rare in the world. If you have the guts, put away your weapon and fight with my bare hands again! If you don't have the guts, get out as soon as possible..."
"Do you want to provoke the general? I agree!" Yang Chaoxi seemed to have guessed something, returned the sword to its sheath, and readily agreed, which surprised Qu Bingyu.
Qu Bingyu also put away the black iron sword, made a starting gesture, and said with a ferocious smile: "Boy! Accept your fate!"
As he spoke, he waved his claws and roared loudly, and grabbed Yang Chaoxi's several large holes. Yang Chaoxi secretly laughed in his heart: Sure enough, he is a "wind-catcher" again. Doesn't Tongxuan Guan have any fresher martial arts? Or is it already exhausted?
Yang Zhaoxi suddenly jumped up more than ten feet, narrowly avoiding Qu Bingyu's claws. When he fell, he could no longer dodge. He decisively changed his palms into fists and used the downward momentum to smash Qu Bingyu's claws. The fist wind was fierce.
, The momentum is so strong and heavy that it is like a fierce horse raising its hooves! If it is hit, the bones and tendons will be broken.
Qu Bingyu knew that he couldn't take it hard, so he changed his claws into palms and slapped Yang Chaoxi on the back of his fist. Relying on the force of this slap, his body moved back more than ten feet, and then his palms changed again and he kicked hard and fast.
He rushed forward. His quick reactions and agile changes were much better than that of the Taoist priest just now!
Yang Zhaoxi adapts to the opportunity with ease. He uses a set of "Hundred Beasts Fist", with hands like a tiger and leopard, body like an ape, attacking like an eagle, and retreating like a swimming fish... It is not only versatile, but also just right.
Every punch, palm, claw, and hook was struck, as if it was made to restrain Qu Bingyu's palm technique. A set of "wind-catching and shadow-catching hands" that were opened and closed widely, and the wonderful "wind-catching and shadow-catching hands" actually produced a suffocating blow with shrinking hands and feet.
feel!
For the first time in his life, Qu Bingyu had doubts about his palm skills: a few years ago, his master used this palm technique to fight all over Shu without encountering an opponent. Even if he encountered someone from the Tang sect, without the help of
Hidden weapons can't help but run away. Why can't even an ordinary Zoroastrian demon be defeated when it is passed into his hands? Is he really a loser? Or is the world changing too fast?
Qu Bingyu tried his best to fend off Yang Zhaoxi's pair of palm hooks that looked like a mantis, with a look of despair on his face: "Boy, what kind of boxing technique are you doing? Why, why have I never seen this before!"
Yang Chaoxi's back is like a curved bow, the hooks of his palms are swinging lightly, and his feet are flying and flying, just like a praying mantis with arms: "Are you convinced, old Taoist? If you are willing to admit defeat, take your Tongxuan Taoist priest and retreat from this place, I will
Why not just tell you?"
Qu Bingyu had a complicated expression on his face, turned his head, and saw a disciple whose left arm was chopped off by the Zoroastrian leader, and let out a heart-rending wail. He couldn't help but sigh: "That's it! I admit defeat today, why don't I ask you?
My friend, please solve your doubts!”
Yang Zhaoxi then put away his fists and said seriously: "This is called the Hundred Beast Fist, and it was created recently by a senior in the sect. The Taoist Master has never seen it before, so it makes sense."
Qu Bingyu suddenly realized: "That's it! That's it... If there are many such amazing and talented people in Zoroastrianism, wouldn't what we did today be like a mantis' arm acting as a chariot?" After saying that, he suddenly looked around and said, "Tongxuan
Audience members, listen to the order and withdraw!"
Among the chaotic group of evil Taoist priests, several people immediately gathered towards Qu Bingyu. The disciple who had just lost his left arm was also being supported by others, and his face was now as golden as paper.
Although some Taoist priests showed reluctance, seeing that the master of the temple had decided to leave, he had no choice but to pack up his weapons, follow Qu Bingyu, walk out of the formation, and turn around in the direction he came from.
At this time, Liu Xiaomu had just finished taking care of the big man with golden eyes. When he saw that Yang Chaoxi used the "Hundred Beasts Fist" he taught to forcefully retreat a group of Taoist priests, he couldn't help but smile and nodded: "If you don't have thunderous means, don't have the heart of a Bodhisattva. This
The little Taoist priest has finally made some progress!"
Just as he was feeling happy, his expression suddenly changed! Liu Xiaomu quickly turned her head and looked at the reeds where the tiger demon fell just now:
I saw several streaks of blood rising from many corpses near the water bank, and they were pouring into the reeds in a steady stream. The reeds seemed to have transformed into bloodthirsty beasts. Under the influence of the thick and sticky blood, they transformed into
Weird fishy red...
A tiger body made of blood quickly appeared in the reeds!