Comprehensive martial arts: Guarding Wudang, stopping Xu Weixiong at the beginning

Fighting to kill the powerhouse of the King Kong Realm, on the premise that the cultivation is not as good as the other party, you have to use your brains, as for what tricks, calculate this set of rhetoric.

Lin Xuan didn't care about it at all, the weak eat the strong, suitable for survival, rivers and lakes, only those who survive are the winners.

It doesn't matter what kind of upright gentleman you were during your lifetime, as long as you lose your life, you are not a pile of bones.

Originally, this method of stacking palms was prepared for Buddhist disciples, but who knew that he would try the trick with this black-robed man first.

The black-robed man's Vajra Realm was slightly watery, at least he thought so, although his true qi and realm were sufficient.

But he is too old, and he has begun to go downhill, and his qi and blood are decaying.

And the Vajra Realm itself is to temper the body, refine the qi and blood, cultivate the body of Vajra, and have the power to tear apart the tiger and leopard.

The qi and blood have decayed, and the body of King Kong has naturally shrunk.

If it is the King Kong Realm, the strongest should still be the group of monks from the Buddha Gate, what a golden bell cover, iron cloth shirt.

As soon as the monks of Buddhism entered the realm of Vajra, there were almost no opponents in the same realm, and the physique was like a dragon elephant.

The Grandmaster Three Realms martial arts are the strongest, and that is also based on people.

Each of the three religions cultivates a realm, the Buddha Gate Vajra, the Taoist Gate Finger Xuan, the Confucian Celestial Phenomena, and the monks of the three religions, all of which are to cultivate the large and small realms of each realm.

And many Jianghu martial artists often just have enough cultivation of the small realm, and then they start to rush through the level.

Take Lin Xuan's master, Wang Chonglou, the real person in charge of Wudang, for example, he has practiced the Huang Ting Sutra and immersed himself in the Xuan for many years, but who dares to underestimate him.

One person held up the gate of Wudang Mountain.

This black-robed person should just be a small Vajra Realm, and the Vajra physique is far inferior to the Vajra Realm of Buddhism.

However, at least it confirmed Lin Xuan's thoughts, superimposing palm strength with his palms could indeed break through the defenses of the Vajra Realm martial artists.

This is only the fourfold strength, if the sixfold strength, the eightfold strength, and the ninefold strength, how strong will the power of the Mianzhang become.

I can't say that this set of palms will be able to become his hole card in the future, specializing in killing the King Kong Realm.

The sword drawing technique is in the light, and the palm is in the dark, highlighting a sinister and cunning, and attacking it is unprepared.

Putting away his thoughts, the young Taoist priest stared at the black-robed man, his eyes as if he was looking at his prey.

was looked at by those eyes, and the latter felt an inexplicable chill from the bottom of his heart, thinking that it was a devastating killing.

I never thought that I was capsized in the gutter, and I was yin by the Taoist priest of Wudang, and now I have a lot of internal organs and ribs.

And look at the appearance of the stinky Taoist priest, he is alive and vigorous, and there is no decline at all, not to mention Shangwudang's beheading of Xu Rentu at this time.

Whether he can leave Wudang alive is unknown.

After some consideration, he suddenly retreated in his heart, but unfortunately he wanted to leave, but Lin Xuan didn't want him to go.

"I've been practicing martial arts for several years, and tonight I'll use the blood of your King Kong Realm as a sword. "

Lin Xuan let out a long roar, attracting the true qi of the dantian, surging endlessly, and the howling sound shook the mountains and fields, spreading throughout Wudang, for a long time.

The mighty pure yang true qi erupted and poured into the condensing light sword, and the sword roared through the air.

Shattering the flying snow, tearing the cold wind, the qi was triggered, and the sword momentum broke out of the body, making people's hearts beat.

Within a radius of dozens of zhang, they were all shrouded in the coercion of this qi machine.

Halfway up the mountain, the people of Wudang, who were looking down, heard the howling sound and couldn't help but speed up their pace.

Especially Mu Huanhuan and Xu Weixiong, urging the internal force, running light work, walking like flying, and going straight to the mountain gate.

"Xuan'er's sword is so powerful. "

Uncle Song, who was in charge of alchemy, sensed Lin Xuan's strong qi, and finally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

"Old thing, Wudang Mountain is the place where you bury your bones tonight. "

The Taoist priest opened his mouth and stepped out, leaving behind the remnants of the Dao, and in an instant, he appeared in front of the black-robed man.

The technique of drawing the sword, a sword is cut out, the cold light blooms, and the sword qi is vertical and horizontal.

This sword

Sharp to the extreme

Domineering to the extreme

Instantly

Describing the withered black-robed old man as falling into an ice cave, he never imagined that his dignified martial artist in the Vajra Realm would be forced into a desperate situation by a person of weak crown age and only innate cultivation.

If in his heyday, the old man asked himself if he could catch this sword, but now he is wounded inside and out, and his internal organs are shattered.

The most important thing is that the little Taoist on the opposite side has been hiding clumsy, and many killing moves and hole cards are only now used, which completely caught the black-robed old man off guard.

"How can Wudang have such a sinister disciple as you. "

The old man scolded angrily.

The movements in his hands did not stop, mobilizing the remaining true qi in his body, injecting it into the palms of his hands, and there was no way to retreat.

Hard to carry and can't bear it, there is no way to resolve it, so you can only go off the edge with the sword and fight for your life.

If you can use this style of play to scare off the opponent, it is best to retreat from the arcade, if this Taoist priest does not retreat.

Even if it is death, the old man in the black robe will hit him hard, and he will never let him feel better.

Condensed his true qi on the thumb of his right hand, and instead of retreating, he rushed towards the sword light.

Don't dodge, don't dodge, there is only madness and bloodlust in your eyes.

"Want to die together?".

Lin Xuan spoke: "Then try it." "

Whoever is cowardly at this time will miss the opportunity.

True Qi is urging, the speed skyrockets, the sword weapon vibrates, and the tornado treads the snow.

"Die. "

With his eyes wide open, the long sword easily broke through the black robed old man's protective true qi, entering from his front heart and coming out from the back of his heart.

At the same time, the thumb of the black-robed old man also pointed towards Lin Xuan's heart, and his finger power broke through the air, silently.

"Poof".

At the last moment, Lin Xuan opened a little to the side, and mobilized a large amount of True Qi into his heart, turning it into Body Protecting True Qi.

"Poof".

The true qi was shattered, but the strength of this finger power was also weakened a lot, but it still entered his body.

"Poof".

Blood splattered, and the fingers pierced through the shoulder, leaving a thumb-sized hole.

"Boom".

Lin Xuan's body flew out upside down and landed three zhang away, while the black-robed old man was pierced through his heart by the Condensing Light Sword, fell into the stream, and smashed a splash.

After struggling twice, his eyes widened, the glow in his pupils quickly dissipated, and he lost his breath after a few breaths.

A dignified Vajra Realm martial artist died at the foot of Wudang Mountain, under the sword of that mountain-guarding disciple named Lin Xuan.

Hot blood poured out of the wound and stained the stream red.

Until death, the black-robed old man failed to step over the Wudang stone monument.

At the foot of the mountain, the flames soared into the sky, and the fighting continued.

"Ahem. "

Lin Xuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and scolded: "If this old thing doesn't die again, I will be the first one who can't hold on." "

Two figures swept from the trail one after another, landed at the foot of the mountain, and the original pavilion mountain gate had long disappeared and turned into ruins.

Grass, trees, bamboos and stones were all razed to the ground.

"Little junior brother?".

The third senior sister Mu Huanhuan shouted.

"Stinky Daoist. "

Xu Weixiong was holding a long sword, vaguely seeing the blood on the ground, and his heart was suddenly cold.

"Not dead yet. "

Who would have thought that the next moment, a familiar voice appeared, and the two followed the sound to find it.

Suddenly, a bloody head appeared from the broken bridge.

"Ahh

Mu Huanhuan was taken aback and pulled out his long sword suddenly, while Xu Weixiong drew his sword faster.

Two long swords slashed at the black-robed old man's head, blood splattering.

"Don't cut it, you'll die a long time ago. "

Lin Xuan shouted at the bottom of the stream.

To say that this black-robed old man is also unlucky, he was stabbed to death by Lin Xuan with a sword first, and if he died, he had to be supplemented with two swords.

(Seven watches, let's get some monthly pass flowers, it's pitiful to be few).