Comprehensive Martial Arts: Get Nine Suns at the beginning

Chapter 225 The Seven Heroes of Wudang Fight Bai Mei

Mo Shenggu knew that he would not attack first, so he used his long sword together to execute the move "A Hundred Birds Facing the Phoenix". However, the sword tip trembled wildly, and in an instant it turned into dozens of sword points, covering the enemy's center.

Although this move is powerful, it is still a polite sword move.

Yin Tianzheng sealed the stick with his left hand and said, "You're welcome, Mo Qixia." After saying that, he smashed the stick with his right hand at an angle.

After several moves, the crowd was excited, but they saw that Mo Shenggu's sword was moving lightly, shining like a rainbow, and when he opened and closed it, it was both elegant and dignified, in the style of a famous master.

Yin Tianzheng's two broken iron rods are quite heavy and heavy, and his moves are a bit sluggish. He hits one stick in the east and the other in the west. It is really out of order, but a knowledgeable person sees it and knows that he is as wise as a fool and as skillful as a clumsy.

He has reached an extremely high level in martial arts, and his steps are extremely slow, but Mo Shenggu is running high and low, running around, and in just one cup of tea, he has launched more than sixty fierce and unparalleled killing moves.

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After fighting for dozens more times, Mo Shenggu's sword moves became faster and faster.

Kunlun and Emei sects are both good at swordsmanship. When the disciples of these sects saw such a change in Mo Shenggu's long sword, they secretly admired it: "Wudang swordsmanship is indeed well-deserved. Today is really an eye-opener."

Already."

But no matter how he moved and struck, he still couldn't penetrate the door tightly guarded by Yin Tianzheng's two iron rods.

Mo Shenggu thought to himself: "This man has defeated three masters in Huashan and Shaolin in a row, and he has also exhausted his internal strength against the fourth brother. I am already the fifth person to fight with him. I have already taken a lot of advantage. I can't win anymore."

, where is the teacher’s face?”

After thinking about it, he suddenly heard a clear whistle, and his sword technique suddenly changed. The long sword seemed to have turned into a soft belt, gently twisting and erratic. What he used was the Wudang Sect's seventy-two moves of "Finger Wrapping Soft Sword"

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When the spectators saw the twelfth and third moves, they couldn't help but shout in unison.

Yin Tianzheng paused for a moment when he heard a short, thin old man from the Kongtong Sect say loudly: "The Demon Sect has been completely defeated. If you don't surrender, what will happen next? Master Kongzhi, let's go and destroy the Three Demon Sects now."

Just the tablet of the thirteenth generation leader!"

In this round of siege against the Ming Cult, the Shaolin disciples were led by Kong Zhi. Each faction respected the Shaolin sect's prestige in the martial arts world, so they all elected him to be the one who gave orders for the attack on Guangmingding.

Yin Tianzheng stretched out his right arm, and for some reason, it suddenly grew half a foot longer. He flicked Mo Shenggu's wrist, grabbed his sword with his hand, and pressed his "Jianzhen point" with his left hand.

After saying that, he took out the golden medicine from his arms, applied it to Yin Tianzheng's wound, and then tied it with a handkerchief. Seeing Song Yuanqiao's upright face, the members of the Tianying Sect and the Ming Sect expected him to be the leader of the Seven Heroes of Wudang.

Due to his identity, he would never openly poison someone. Yin Tianzheng said: "Thank you!" He was even more indifferent.

At this time, Yin Tianzheng could no longer maintain his clumsiness and control his skills. He moved around and started Qinggong to fight with him quickly.

Yin Tianzheng suddenly sighed and said, "What's so great about one thing?" As he said that, he let go of his hand, retracted his right hand, and pulled out the long sword. Blood gushed out from the wound on his left arm like a spring, and he asked

Chang Jian stared at it for a long time and said: "I have been doing this all my life, and I have never lost a move or a half in a move. Good Zhang Sanfeng, good Zhang Zhenren!"

Mo Shenggu's shoulder fell into his palm, and all he had to do was squeeze it with his fingers. Mo Shenggu's shoulder would be crushed by him and he would be disabled for life.

Yin Tianzheng had never seen such sword skills before, and he hurriedly ducked with his shoulders down. Unexpectedly, there was a soft clang sound, and the sword bounced back and pierced his left upper arm.

After Mo Shenggu retreated, he saw another person from the Wudang sect walking out. This person had a long beard and hung down his chest, but he was Song Yuanqiao, the leader of the Seven Heroes of Wudang. He came to Yin Tianzheng with a concerned look on his face and said, "I'm here.

Bandage the wounds of the old man."

Mo Shenggu stayed there. Although he won the first move, the opponent did not kill him in the end. He was stunned for a moment and then said: "Thank you for your mercy, senior."

After everyone heard this, they all looked at the ragged young man sitting cross-legged next to Yang Xiao and others.

This scene was far beyond Zhang Wuji's expectations. He immediately shouted anxiously: "Song Daxia. Song Daxia, it's not fair to beat this old man with a wheel battle!"

Suddenly, Mo Shenggu's long sword broke through the air and stabbed Yin Tianzheng's chest. When the sword was halfway through, the tip of the sword trembled slightly, and suddenly turned a corner and stabbed Yin Tianzheng's right shoulder diagonally. This whole "finger-twisting soft sword" battle

He uses his strong internal force to bend the sword's edge, making his sword moves flicker and make it difficult for the enemy to block.

Song Yuanqiao nodded helplessly, raised his hands to Yin Tianzheng, and said: "In that case, please forgive Song for offending me!" After saying that, he raised his left hand, put his right palm against his palm, and struck with the "please hand gesture"

Going out is a move used by juniors and seniors in Wudang sect's boxing.

Yin Tianzheng didn't say a word and silently handed the sword back to him.

The White-browed Eagle King's eagle claw gripper has been unique in the martial arts for more than a hundred years and is unparalleled in the world.

Unexpectedly, after Song Yuanqiao treated Yin Tianzheng's wounds, he silently took a step back, waved his long sleeves, and said: "Song learned the clever tricks from the seniors!"

Yin Tianzheng's eyes moved slowly and he saw Yang Xiao, Wei Yixiao, Monk Peng and others all paralyzed. The masters of the Sky Eagle Sect and the Five Elements were all either dead or injured. His own son, King Yin Ye, was unconscious on the ground, and his life and death were uncertain.

Apart from himself, no one in the Eagle Sect could withstand Song Yuanqiao's fists, moves and swordsmanship. However, after fighting five masters in a row, his true energy was already impure, not to mention that the sword injury on his left arm was really serious.

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Mo Shenggu studied swordsmanship diligently, but in the end the weapon in his hand was snatched away by the opponent. He felt so ashamed that he immediately retreated without taking the sword.

The Wudang Sect had formed a deep rift with the Sky Eagle Sect because of Yu Daiyan's incident. All the factions knew about this matter. At this time, everyone was surprised to hear that Song Yuanqiao actually defended the Sky Eagle Sect. However, they immediately understood that Song Yuanqiao was aboveboard and could not

I'm willing to take advantage of this ready-made bargain.

Yin Tianzheng laughed and said: "I appreciate the good intentions of Master Song. I am one of the four great guardian Dharma kings of Mingjiao. Although I have established my own sect, how can I stay out of it when Mingjiao is in trouble? I am just going to die today. Please invite Master Song."

Let's move!" He said, taking a step forward, placing his hands on his virtual chest, and his two white eyebrows trembling slightly, showing awe-inspiring power.

He praised Zhang Sanfeng because he admired his hand-created seventy-two moves of the "Finger Wrap Sword", which were so magical and unpredictable that he couldn't parry them.

Song Yuanqiao nodded silently and said: "What this kid said is right. Let's put aside the personal grudges between the Wudang Sect and the Sky Eagle Sect for the time being. Now is the critical moment for a life-and-death showdown between the six major sects and the Ming Sect. The Wudang Sect would like to

Challenge the Mingjiao for war."

Before Kongzhi could speak, he only heard one person from the Huashan Sect shouting: "Why don't you surrender? The people of the Demon Sect must not leave a single person alive today, and the evil must be eradicated, otherwise the ashes will reappear in the future, and they will cause harm to the world. Demon bastards! Recognize things quickly.

Go ahead and kill yourself before the elders do it."

When the Wudang heroes saw this, they couldn't help being shocked. When they tried to rush out to save him, they were already outnumbered.

Except for the Emei sect, Song Qingshu, Yin Liting, Yang Xiao, and a few others, no one knew his origin. After seeing him dressed like a country man, they were all shocked.

But I heard Song Yuanqiao say: "Senior Yin, the Wudang Sect and the Tianying Sect have a deep hatred, but we don't want to take advantage of others' danger. We can just settle the matter in the future during this festival. Our six major sects are aiming at this. The Ming Cult has arrived. The Tianying Sect has separated from the Ming Cult and established its own branch. Everyone has known about this for a long time. Why does Senior Yin need to wade into this muddy water? Please lead the people of your sect and go down the mountain!"

Yin Tianzheng saw him bending over and bowing slightly, so he said, "You're welcome."

As he spoke, he circled his hands and sealed his heart. According to the boxing technique, Song Yuanqiao would have stepped forward and stretched out his arms to strike. Unexpectedly, he was good at extending his arms to strike, but he did not step forward. This punch actually matched Yin's fist. Tianzheng's body is more than ten feet apart.

Yin Tianzheng was secretly lucky, but he felt a dull pain from the sword injury on his left arm. He knew that Song Yuanqiao had followed Zhang Sanfeng for the longest time and had learned the true story of this unparalleled martial arts master. When he was full of energy, he would fight with him. It is also unknown who will win, let alone at this moment. However, all the masters of the Ming Cult are dead or injured, and I am the only one left to support the overall situation. For the current plan, I can only risk my life to fight with them. It is not a pity to die. It is a pity that a lifetime of fame will be ruined today.

Yin Tianzheng was shocked and thought to himself: "Is it possible that his Wudang boxing skills are so powerful that he has mastered the magical skill of beating cattle across mountains?"

Not daring to be lazy at the moment, he summoned up his inner energy and swung out his right palm to resist his punch.

Unexpectedly, when this palm was swung out, there was nothing in front of it, and it didn't receive any force. I couldn't help but feel surprised.

I only heard Song Yuanqiao say: "I have long admired my senior for his profound martial arts, and my teachers have often praised me for it. But now my senior is fighting several people with his own strength, while this junior is more powerful. It is too unfair to compete with each other. We are only competing with our moves, not our physical strength."

(End of chapter)