A flock of birds fluttered down, and the monks hurriedly resisted.
For a moment, the shadows of sticks mingled and waved to the sky, and the feathers of birds flew, falling to the ground and rising again.
In just a few breaths, half of the monks were scratched in the face, back of the head, neck and other places by sickle claws. They were bleeding and miserable. Some of the counterattacks failed, and the hooked beaks of birds of prey pecked out the black pearls. All of them threw away their sticks.
Stick, cover your face and wail, making a mess.
Zen Master Huiding was extremely angry. He saw that before the cooked copper stick could be swung, the birds quickly ducked away, and his heart was filled with rage. He immediately put aside the cooked copper stick, moved the strong energy, gathered it in the palm of his hand, and shot out all the wooden beads in his hand.
When there were a few smaller barn owls, the owl was shot in the head, flapped its wings, and fell down. The bird's belly collapsed under the messy clogs, its ileum came out, and the bloody smell spread out.
Come.
However, all birds of prey are carnivorous birds of prey. Stimulated by the increasingly strong smell of blood, instead of being afraid, they became more and more manic. While avoiding the shadow of the stick, they used their sharp claws and sharp beaks to move in all directions, making them smooth and smooth.
There were blood grooves scratched on the head. Even the bird of prey that was knocked to the ground but was not seriously injured actually pecked at the trampled bird carcass as if no one was watching, and its mouth was full of blood and relished in the food.
Although Yang Chaoxi couldn't bear to look at it, he also understood that the opportunity was rare. He immediately looked at Xiaoman and the Shadow Sword and the Double Dragon Staff complemented each other and attacked together.
The barrier formed by the intertwined shadows of sticks was already full of holes under the attack of the birds. Yang Chaoxi's "Three Swords of Chunxi" was enough to severely injure the monks of Chonghua Temple.
I saw him hit "Slanting Wind and Drizzle", followed by "Lotus Leaf Fields". Just when the monks were overwhelmed, they resorted to "Each of them". The two swords came one after another, both virtual and real, and immediately killed a monk
Both wrists were bruised and bloody, and he could no longer hold the Zen staff steadily. Then there was a "ding-rang" sound, and the Zen staff was thrown away, hitting the two monks' feet. The two monks' feet immediately swelled up, and they could no longer avoid it.
In a roundabout way, the attack and defense remained the same as before, and they soon retreated in defeat.
Xiaoman had already figured out some ways to break the formation after several battles before. The double dragon sticks in his hands no longer waved randomly, but were like frog tongues and scorpion tails. When the opportunity was right, he would rush out to attack the monks.
Fingers holding a long stick.
The monks saw that her moves were tricky, but they were sure to hit every time, and they became even more fearful. They all took two steps away, just beyond the reach of the double dragon sticks. Then they only used long sticks to attack from a distance, not daring to get close to fight hard. Instead, they were beaten by the little ones.
He presses hard step by step, and when he wants to fight, his moves become more sophisticated.
Just when several monks thought that although her moves were decisive and brave, there was nothing they could do about it, Xiaoman raised the corners of his mouth, flew out of his hand and threw a pair of double dragon sticks towards the middle of the long sticks of the two monks.
The double dragon stick was like a dragon lurking in the abyss. It twisted in the air and hit the monk's knuckles hard, causing the two monks to withdraw their hands quickly. However, the remaining force of the double dragon bone was not eliminated, and the rope of the stick was tangled around the long stick, and again
He ran towards the door facing the monks. He immediately beat the two monks until their front teeth oozed blood and their noses were crooked. They turned around and abandoned their sticks and walked away.
Long Zaitian moves his palms like the wind, pouring his inner breath into them, and breathes in and out according to the moves. Although the formation of the monks of Chonghua Temple is impeccable, compared with his pair of fleshy palms, he never takes advantage of it.
But I saw Long Zaitian's hands suddenly making fists and claws, moving according to the opportunity, and his fingers were changing. A set of "wind-catching and shadow-catching hands" came out, and the cycle was repeated, which was dazzling. Even Abbot Huiding couldn't help but marveled when he saw it.
It was only when Abbot Huiding used a cooked copper stick to split the flock of birds and bully the dragon beside him that he discovered that his kung fu seemed to be an external palm practice, but in fact it was based on the Taoist inner alchemy technique. It can be described as a combination of hardness and softness.
Ji, both internally and externally, it is no wonder that he fought with his bare hands for a long time without leaving even a trace of bruise.
Abbot Huiding's copper stick came out and went straight to Long Zaitian's lower abdomen. What he used was a "direct attack on the yellow dragon" from the seventy-two panlong sticks of Shimen Road. Although the stick technique was ordinary, it was not supplemented by Shimen.
The Mengang Qi has the potential of wind and thunder!
If he were hit hard by this stick, his liver and intestines would be completely destroyed and he would vomit blood and die.
Naturally, Long Zaitian didn't know how to lift the stick, so he waved his hand with a "catching wind and washing away the dust" to catch the stick. Then he drew it to the side, and the copper stick brushed past his waist and hit the empty space.
Abbot Huiding saw that the stick failed, but he was not slow to react and pulled back the copper stick. Then he first used the move "Inspiring Clouds and Rain" to sweep the long stick in the air to drive away the birds of prey waiting for an opportunity to attack; then he used another move:
With a move of "Flying Dragon Down the Abyss", the copper stick went straight towards Long Zaitian's head and chopped down.
The force of this stick is so powerful and frightening that there is absolutely no possibility of defusing it with skill. Before the stick arrives, the sound is heard first! When the beggars around see it, they are all frightened, as if they have seen the end of the gang leader's brain bursting. Some have already closed their eyes.
Open your eyes, turn your head away, and look again.
Long Zaitian suddenly became full of pride and laughed loudly: "Well done!"
As he spoke, he crossed his palms and raised them upwards, using the move "Ji Moonlight Wind". Although the move was simple, the inner breath was very different, with abundant Yang Yuan energy. The palms and sticks struck each other.
At that moment, there was a loud sound, which shocked everyone and turned their attention.
The disciples of the Beggar Gang all thought that the gang leader's arms had been severed, and that they and others would also be left to their own devices, with sad looks on their faces.
Unexpectedly, after being stunned for a short time, he saw Long Zaitian standing there, but his sleeves were torn apart by the collision of the two inner breaths, and the strips were hanging under his armpits. And the cooked copper he received in his palms
The stick was actually bent into a polo stick, which looked weird and funny in Abbot Huiding's hand.
The Beggar Gang disciples turned from sadness to joy and cheered loudly! Some even pointed at Abbot Huiding's copper stick and burst into laughter.
When Yang Zhaoxi, Xiaoman, She Ji and others saw this scene, they couldn't help but smile. The weapons in their hands became smoother and smoother. Taking advantage of the birds to restrain the monks and the formation becoming chaotic, they worked together to break the formation.
Abbot Huiding's copper rod was bent, and his momentum was greatly reduced. He simply threw the copper rod far away, first slapping a few birds of prey into confusion, and then inserted it into the wall with a "dang" sound.
But his body sank, and he opened his posture. As the Gang Qi surged, the muscles all over his body suddenly swelled, completely unlike an old monk who was gradually declining. His palms turned from yellow to red, and then from red to green.
It seems that there is a surge of strength accumulated in it, waiting for the time to come out.
Long Zaitian's face slightly condensed. He knew that this was the "Thousand Buddha Palm", a unique skill of Chonghua Temple. Because it was extremely difficult to practice, few monks in the past generations could master it. But now, look at the aura of Abbot Huiding, so fierce
Yang Gang knew that his cultivation of the "Thousand Buddha Palm" was at least a small success. So when he struck again, he was much more cautious, mostly avoiding his sharp edges and attacking sideways, and unwilling to use head-on moves easily.
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Even so, after a few breaths, Long Zaitian also felt that he was gradually losing strength. Abbot Huiding's pair of fleshy palms were as if they were made of iron and bronze. No matter how hard he accepted it, he could not resist such a fierce and unparalleled punch.
I felt the heat rising in my hands and forearms. If it hadn't been for the protection of Dao Sect's inner breath, I would have broken the muscles and bones and let others rub them.
Yang Chaoxi once learned the "Qi Watching Technique" from Wu Tianshi, and as soon as he thought about it, he had already seen the clues:
Abbot Huiding's Gang Qi was so powerful that it poured into his palms, and it was like a ball of raging flames, tumbling violently in front of Long Zaitian. But Long Zaitian was covered in a light blue aura of vegetation, and he had just fought so hard.
After spending a lot of time, he has become a lot weaker. Comparing the two, the verdict is clear. The outcome of Long Zaitian's defeat has been doomed from the beginning. What cannot be determined is only a matter of time.
However, this powerful and unparalleled "Thousand Buddha Palm" instantly aroused Yang Chaoxi's interest. After seeing a few moves, he felt that this palm technique seemed to be similar to the "Hundred Beasts Fist" he had learned before.
The only difference is that "Thousand Buddha Palm" is more powerful, while "Hundred Beasts Fist" is more skillful in form. Wouldn't it be great if they could be integrated into one?
Thinking of this, Yang Chaoxi swung his long sword horizontally, knocking several people away, and pulled up Xiaoman and said: "Xiaoxiangmen still has room to spare, let's go help Leader Long!"
Xiao Man kept his hand, his cheeks were slightly warm, and he gave a slight "hmm", then moved to Long Zaitian's side, who was already out of strength, and continued to fight with the monk of Chonghua Temple with his stick.
Yang Zhaoxi waved his hand and put the Chengying Sword behind his back, urging the inner breath to move around the world. Just as he crossed his eyelashes, the innate and acquired qi were already flowing like tides, spinning endlessly. Then with a thought, two strands of inner breath penetrated the skin and came out.
Come out, lower your arms straight down, pour into both palms. Then touch Abbot Huiding's offensive, change your palms into fists, and strike forward one after another!
"Bang! Bang!"
One punch was blocked by Abbot Huiding with his palm, but he had no time to parry the other punch, so he had to hurriedly raise his forearm to protect his face.
Without any suspense, Abbot Huiding received a solid punch on his forearm. Although the punch was not as powerful as him, there was a strong internal force that penetrated into the skin and bones, and spread into the fascia. It was really painful and unbearable.
Abbot Huiding rubbed the place where he was hit by the fist, and said with a sinister look on his face: "You have cultivated such a strong inner breath at such a young age... I must be looking down on you! Forget it, I will just pluck out your little hair today, and then talk to you again.
Let the beggar tell you!"
Before he finished speaking, both palms came out again. Sure enough, Long Zaitian was ignored, and the wind from his palms went straight to Yang Chaoxi's heart and came towards the door.
Yang Zhaoxi wanted to see his palm skills, so he gave up the fierce and swift leopard-shaped fist. Suddenly he raised his arms high, as if he was stretching his waist, and at the same time, his knees were slightly bent, and his feet were turned out, and he was jumping on tiptoes.
Jumping up and down, he looked like a black ape and a mandrill.
Just when everyone didn't know what was going on, Yang Chaoxi actually beat his chest with his fists, raised his head and bared his teeth, making a mad and angry look. Everyone was dumbfounded, not knowing whether to be shocked or laughing.
But he saw him leaping up more than ten feet, and a cloth boot lightly stepped on Abbot Huiding, leaving an eye-catching footprint immediately. However, his figure had already fallen behind Abbot Huiding, and he
He rolled on the ground, dodged the blows from many sticks, and sat up again, like a living macaque.
When Long Zaitian, Xiaoman and others saw this, they couldn't help laughing. They thought he was deliberately teasing Abbot Huiding, so that the monks of Chonghua Temple would lose face and morale.
Yang Chaoxi didn't think about this much. He just imitated the ape and used the "monkey-wrapped fist" to fight in a circle with Abbot Huiding. One moment he stole a punch, the next he waved a claw, regardless of whether it hit or missed.
, all of them ran away after being beaten.
It's a pity that Abbot Huiding has a set of authentic Shimen palm skills, which can easily break open stone monuments, but he can't do anything with this monkey fist. After hitting the air with several heavy punches, he simply stopped wasting his energy.
, a pair of bull's eyes stared at the galloping Yang Chaoxi, turning left and then again. Only when he made a sneak attack did he take action decisively and swat the "monkey" away.
All the birds flew high, and the dark clouds disappeared like smoke.
Looking at everyone in the courtyard, the "Excellent Epiphyllum Formation" has been broken long ago, and the group fight is coming to an end.
The monks were in disarray, sitting on the ground leaning on sticks, panting. As far as the eye could see, there were mostly bird corpses with tilted heads. There were some monks who were slightly injured, and some of them blocked Xiaoxiang Gate and the Beggar Gang to prevent them from doing evil again;
The other group carried the injured classmate under the eaves to check the injury.
When Snake Princess broke through the "Excellent Epiphyllum Formation", she gradually stopped fighting with the disciples of the Xiaoxiang Sect. Although she came here to seek revenge, the culprit was only Hui Cong after all, so there was no need to kill recklessly for the time being.
They formed a deadly feud. Therefore, by defeating these bald donkeys, they were victorious in terms of momentum. Moreover, several disciples had also been injured, so it was not appropriate to risk their lives and fight again.
When Long Zaitian saw Yang Chaoxi taking over Abbot Huiding for him, he immediately relaxed his hands. He quickly worked with several palm bowls that had already been decorated, and worked hard to drill through the "Excellent Epiphyllum Array". Immediately, he stopped as soon as he saw it was good, and quickly closed it.
Everyone, sit down on the ground and watch quietly as Yang Xiaoyou fights with Hui Ding's old bald donkey.
Abbot Huiding's eyes were gloomy and he was sweating like rain. He looked at Yang Chaoxi, who was still alive and kicking, and felt the silence after the silence on all sides. Only then did he realize that this duel had been lost. A hint of enlightenment suddenly rose in his heart, and he smiled sadly.
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"Hmph! Little bastard, please stop pestering me. I, Chonghua Temple, will accept your defeat... Whether you are looking for someone or seeking revenge, just come after me! Junior Brother Hui Cong is indeed not in the temple, so he will be killed.
I still say the same thing!"
Yang Chaoxi, however, was still unfinished. He stopped and scratched his head and said: "But, Abbot Huiding, you haven't used all your palm skills yet, how can you admit defeat so quickly? Come on, come on! Xiaodao will fight you for another three hundred rounds. I guarantee you won't be able to do it."
Do you want to dodge or not...hehe!"
Abbot Huiding immediately became angry: "You - little bastard! Today you not only used evil magic to drive birds of prey to hurt my monks, but you also dared to steal the master's palm technique from this temple! If I didn't cut you into pieces, I would rather touch the pillar and die."