Chapter 11 Xuantiandao Sword Destroys Enemy’s Gallbladder
They couldn’t help but feel surprised. "This contour sword throwing technique is not easy to digest with ten mouths. The old man can’t brag with more than one hundred mouths …"
Ye Chongshan went on to say, "I want to understand one thing now. What do you mean by Cui and Tang suddenly taking part in this dispute? Others have reason to fight for it, but what have you done? "
All eyes in the hall are on Cui and Tang, and everyone thinks that Ye Chongshan’s words are extremely inserted by Cui and Tang, so no matter whether it is narrow or not, there is always a suspicion of invasion.
Cui Ling, a strange ghost, saw that the situation was not good. He drank a long drink, "We want to see the martial arts in Situ Feng’s handwritten script. If any of you don’t like it, you might as well make an appointment to show your hands!" Just outside the building, a strange drink suddenly appeared, which was more than 20 feet away from fashion at first, but in a blink of an eye, this 1600 strange drink had flown to the hall door.
I saw a tall man with a ferocious face and exposed teeth, wearing a purple coat, and the wind seemed to be a huge wing. The ferocious Han suddenly disappeared for a while.
Ye Zhongshan said, "Who must be the four guests and one Beijing envoy?"
Cui Lingdao; "Not bad!" They saw this South Swallow’s Flying Skill so well. They all secretly calculated in their hearts.
At this moment, there was a sudden gust of wind blowing in the building. The tune was very melodious, but after the rescue, everyone didn’t feel a slight cancer in their ears, which was like a strong wind pressing into their ears
Everyone waited for the man who played the hole arrow to appear, but after waiting for a while, the belt suddenly disappeared, but no one came.
This strategy shows that the player’s contribution is extremely great, and there are one or two people who can match him at their own expense among the masters in the deep hall.
Cui Ling, the gouhun geek, smiled strangely. "That is, Hu Pei, a fairy traveler from Dongpu. If you have this interest, brothers can make an appointment!"
When everyone heard the news, they didn’t secretly measure their own strength. They all felt that unless they joined hands to cope with Fang Zu’s expulsion of this invading force, but at this time, they considered whether Shaolin Dazhangzun and Emei people could get along with each other.
Cui Ling, the fascinating stranger, has swept away his eyes and knows everyone’s thoughts. "Ye Chongshan, you intend to keep the legacy of Situ Feng, but you have to measure your strength. There is no oil lamp here!"
Kuocang sent Jin Huasheng and Cenpeng to retreat. "Brothers agree that we should drive these two identities away first!"
Cui Ling nu way; "Is that an identity?" Cen Shangdao "It’s you!" Cui Ling jumped at Cenhu and saw that his palm strength was amazing, for fear that the prestige of his master would be weakened by the earthquake. He quickly picked out a foot and a half long golden pen and rushed to see that his pen was straight and oblique, just like covering the chest holes of the opposite door with a stick to the wall. Cui Ling was forced to just retreat and take out the Burmese knife and pounce again.
When the two men used the quick technique, they had already dismantled the trick. The golden pen was born in Cen Zhao Yi’s tube, and the golden pen was kept close to him. Several times, it was dangerous to break into a horrible hole. Cui Ling broke out in a cold sweat, thinking that his brushwork all the way was really strange, and he had to hover around the room to let him go. When he used the fascinating method, his eyes stared at each other and suddenly shot out of the circle. Cen Xie and his eyes couldn’t help but zheng.
The masters in the hall haven’t seen that the golden pen gave birth to Cenyu and retreated unbeaten, so Lou Jian, a master of Hengshan Sect, jumped forward and made a haha. "Wait for me to pick up a few tricks!"
The strange light in Cui Ling’s eyes immediately disappeared. It turns out that his fascinating solution can’t be made at random. If it fails once, the second trip will be even more difficult to succeed. It is best to teach the other party to be unprepared and not to move naturally.
Cold-hearted loner Tang Tianyuan snorted and was very cold. Cui Ling said, "You don’t need Tang Xiong’s help yet!" Loujian interface; "Is that what you mean by sending these people away?" Cui Lingdao: "Teacher Lou is generous in appearance, but careful in heart. You guessed it right!"
Lou Jian patted his chest and said, "Although Lou Jian is still the first time to step into the Jianghu today, he will not rest assured you!"
Cui Ling, the heady geek, said, "Then give it a try!" When he saw each other’s hands, he immediately put away Myanmar’s swordsmanship and chopped them out before stepping on their palms. Lou Jian used Hengshan to send a name to shock Wulin Mountain Boxing, and his right fist hit the enemy’s palm with a bang, and each of them shook one.
The master saw that his skill was so profound, and the boxing road was fierce and not careful.
Cui Ling has been paying attention to the expression on the right side. When he put away the Burmese knife, he found that the other side’s eyebrows were slightly comfortable. At this moment, he recklessly made a move, and he knew that he had stretched his eyebrows. He quickly figured out that "this fellow has a profound skill, especially the boxing road, which is suitable for recklessly playing. I can’t win with my five hands …" On second thoughts, Lou Jian’s big fist has hit Cui Ling head-on with the wind, and he has swept the pulse points and opened his eyes with more than six or seven strokes.
Lou Jian was ambitious to defeat Cui Lingyang Wan Liwei before the masters of all factions. At this time, his fist was as strong as a meteor, and he was forced to retreat repeatedly because he dared not seal the hard frame.
Seeing that Cui Ling had fallen into a passive position, all the experts were waiting for the victory and defeat. Suddenly, the fist was in a state of stagnation, but Cui Ling took the opportunity to bully himself and take advantage of it. After several moves, Lou Jian was forced to retreat far away.
Jin Bisheng thanked Li and said, "It’s unfair that you rely on witchcraft to win!"
After hearing this, a group of experts realized that Lou Jian’s fist was in a state of stagnation, and Cenxie retired before he was defeated.
Cui Ling smiled strangely. "Brother, it’s not like chanting incantations and painting symbols. It’s a wonderful skill that I have refined. Can it be called witchcraft?" In the words, the Burmese knife has been chosen to attack sharply, and the situation has changed a lot. Lou Jian, a master of Hengshan Sect, is in great danger, and his body is shrouded in the light of the other knife, and he is often worried about his life.
Wu-tang clan’s master stepped forward and said, "Can you retire?" Hold the axe handle with your backhand before you step forward.
Lou Jian shouted, "Naturally, I can retreat!" Hands as usual, seal the knife, recruit one foot and slowly get up.
It is well known that he is going to send Shi Hengshan’s one-step Kung Fu, and everyone will open their eyes and step back two steps to look at it.
Cui heard about this unique skill, but he didn’t know the beauty of it. When he strengthened his eyes, the Burmese knife moved to the middle of the attack, but he saw that the other foot jumped forward and retreated freely, and the other foot gradually rose to about a foot from the ground, and then the toes spit out half a foot.
Cui Ling suddenly felt that the other party’s secret foot was coming out, no matter if it was sealed and evaded, it would be difficult to resist his heart. He has been taking the initiative to grab the offensive, and it is difficult to quit the circle at this moment.
A lot of experts don’t feel that they are cheering well. I sincerely hope that "Hengshan King Kong Foot Megatron Fruit is worthy of its name!" Everyone nodded and said that it was Jing Dengling’s low-minded, meticulous question. Did Mr. Huo’s elder uncle in the past years resist the foot of his elder in Hengshan Mountain? "
The celestial monster Huoling said, "In the past, Tan Gu’s skill was not as profound as this Lou Brother’s. When that kick was kicked, his strength was not released again and again. Brother Feng has caught his toe, and it seems that Hengshan’s skill in this trick has been greatly improved!"
The three people in Longhuzhuang nodded, and Huoling was again attacked. "I think all factions must have improved their unique skills after 20 years in the first year. They are not in a hurry to get the legacy of Brother Feng, and see if Brother Feng’s techniques can still break their modified moves?"
Lou Jian, on the other side, was afraid to fight with Cui Ling again. You know, his king kong feet can be divided into two kinds: fast and slow, but he didn’t dare to take a look at each other at that time, so that he could display his slow move and force the enemy to retreat.
Although Cui Ling, the heady geek, was forced to retreat by the other side, the fact has taken the lead and he smiled triumphantly.
Step by step, the axe falls slowly. "Donor Cui’s unique skill is really shocking. I want to ask you a few tricks to use saber …"
Cold-hearted and lonely, the day after tomorrow, I came to the fairy palm to stand across my chest and stared coldly at this middle-aged Taoist who was a man of integrity.
Cui Ling said, "Brother Tang doesn’t want to be lonely so that he can have a fight!" Step by step, I mainly want to test my concentration in the mountain retreat for many years by Cui Ling’s amazing work, so I will come out the day after tomorrow. He really wants to take a look back and see Tang Tianyuan’s cold and proud expression, so that he can change his mind and smile. "Tang benefactor ranks among the four guests and Cui benefactor is no different! Ask a few tricks for a good trail! "
Tang Tianyuan, a lonely man with a cold heart, has always had very few mouths. At this moment, he still has to hum his steps to attack first and step by step. The long axe is like a flowing water, and he has attacked several axes in an instant. His hand falls on the moon, and the axe is as quaint as an ordinary firewood. When it is put into use, its spirit floats like a sword.
Tang Tianyuan, a lonely man with a cold heart, also uses strange tactics. He often doesn’t have the ability to attack and attack in his hair. Compared with walking in parallel, he has a unique flavor. These two men have fought for more than a dozen moves, and they have already had such an occasion. It is not advisable to fight for too long. It is because each difficult person tries his best to do tricks, which are all life-saving tactics.
Suddenly, the style of the axe changed greatly. It changed from elegant spirit to strong and heavy. Although the axe is much slower, each axe is extremely powerful.
His axe suddenly changed, and the spectators saw it clearly, and they all sang loudly. When the third axe fell, the cactus fell to the ground in Tang Tianyuan’s hand.
It is said that Tang Tianyuan, a lonely man with a cold heart, picked up the cactus face and looked as cold as ever, but he also stepped back. It turned out that this person was born with a cold face and a cold heart, and he was never at ease. Most people didn’t know it, so he couldn’t help but feel strange.
Cui Ling walked out of the middle and waved, "It’s a real axe, but it’s just a matter of seeing your determination!"
Step by step, he said, "If you can’t get a trail, please ask the donor for advice!" He Cui Ling is a coincidence, and Cui Yuan has devoted his whole life to the study of heady mind-taking, so he is good at understanding other people’s psychological changes and has long been dressed thoroughly by him.
The two men approached each other to five feet, and they stepped on the ninth house with a virtual axe. The figure was erratic, and Cui Lingmian’s knife was like a knife. Suddenly, he held his throat and suddenly split off and refused to attack, which made it very good.
Look at the twelve or three moves. Cui Ling’s sword is getting stronger and stronger, and it seems that he can defend himself and counterattack. All the masters are secretly wondering if Cui Ling’s single-handedly attacking today is a real martial art, and can’t he touch the nemesis today?
I couldn’t bear to laugh, and everyone’s eardrums buzzed. Then I shouted, "Cui Ling, get over here and wait for the old monk to send you to the western paradise!" Although he is a monk, he doesn’t address people with such words as benefactor!
Cui Lingtuo, the heady geek, went out of the circle coldly and said, "The venerable master must ask first and be real. If he agrees, he should ask the venerable master for some Shaolin skills!"
When the old man felt justified, he immediately asked, "Do you agree or disagree?" He relies on his seniority, and his master, Baiteng, calls him by his first name.
The reckless monk reported his death in his heart, knowing that if he agreed to admit his martial arts in public, Cui Ling was forced to give it to the wicked and respect the elderly, but if he disagreed with the old man, such a temperamental eccentric must turn his eyes on the spot and start work on him. It is still a trivial matter to rely on the old seller to call him by his first name.
All the experts know that it is difficult to be modest, but they want to deal with it in parallel, so a bloody battle broke out in Shaolin and Wudang first.
Step by step, ponder, and fail to answer. The silence in the hall is as good as death. Seeing that he is scheming to sell, the strange man is looking forward to it. Suddenly, a figure throws himself straight into the fire and shouts, "Cui Ling, let’s settle the old scores first!"
They suddenly looked to see Heng Yu in the entrance. Although the fragrant sword in his hand is a wooden object, it is very fierce to break the wind and castrate at this moment.
Cui did not dare to underestimate his martial arts. He quickly waved his sword and shook his sleep. He had already broken six or seven moves in a quick break.