Martial arts Dazhutian

Chapter 34 Sky Gap Streamer
"Uncle, this disciple has a sword move that I haven't mastered yet!"

Huang Lin opened his lips slightly and said softly.

Uncle Cough quietly moved closer. When the two were fighting each other just now, he saw that both sides were resisting, so he didn't intervene.

When Huang Lin opened his mouth, he knew that the little guy might still have a trick to use.

Chang Bushao narrowed his eyes slightly, hiding the cold light in his eyes.

Purpose achieved!
Before coming to the stage, he planned to just check Huang Lin's details, but he changed his mind just now!
It's amazing to go to Nasiguo Cliff and stay for two or three years!

Gathered his mind, and then said:
"Since Junior Brother Huang is still interested, Chang will risk his life to accompany him!"

Luan Qingrou frowned, looking worriedly at the ring.

She knew that move, Huang Lin had explained it to the two old fellows in detail, but in his current state, he would probably have to rest for at least ten days and a half months if he used this move.

In her mind, Huang Lin could just admit defeat and step down. No one underestimated him until now, even Chang Bushao who lost to Qizong in the end, no one would blame him.

"Bulin's trick is so strange, I'm afraid he can't threaten Chang Bushao, right?"

Tan Qingfang on the side spoke with some doubts, which attracted the attention of several nearby elders.

Luan Qingrou shook her head, but said nothing.

On the arena, the mountain wind blew slightly.

The blow made Huang Lin's soaring ponytail flutter.

The corners of the clothes, which were damaged in many places and stained with blood, were also slightly rippling.

Silently mobilized all the remaining internal strength, and put his left hand slightly on the hilt of the sword.

Left hand sword? ! !
Seeing Huang Lin's movements, Chang Bushao opened his slightly closed eyes suddenly.

At this moment, dare to use the left-handed sword, it must be confidence in yourself.

Huang Lin's swordsmanship is already extraordinary, he didn't expect to practice his left hand at such a young age!
On the top of the peak, whether it was the elder uncle in the stands or the disciples of the Qi and Sword sects in the audience, seeing Huang Lin as if he was about to use the left-handed sword, all of them trembled.

Only Luan Qingrou knew that this little guy was really angry, otherwise he wouldn't have played all his cards.

Seeing that Chang Bushao was just holding his sword as a defense, Huang Lin stopped thinking about it, and concentrated all his mind on the left side of his hand.

The remaining internal force in Dantian is divided into two.

Part of the accumulation is accelerated, transported to the foot Shaoyin kidney meridian, and goes straight to Yongquan point on the sole of the foot. (Article 8)
The other part is to walk the Taiyin Lung Meridian of the hand in the same way, directly pouring into the left hand. (Article 1)
If you look inside at this time, you can find that Huang Lin's dantian is empty, and two dense torrents of internal force squeeze the crystal clear meridians, rolling towards the destination like a mountain torrent.

Finally, the internal force that goes through the Kidney Meridian of Foot Shaoyin rushed to Yongquan first.

"bang"

"嗞~choke~~~"

Two voices sounded in quick succession, and the ear-piercing sound of metal rubbing behind made the eardrums of all the disciples in the audience ache.

Seeing that Huang Lin had stepped on the momentum, he rushed towards Chang Bushao like a meteor, and the dust behind him had just lifted off the ground.

In the blink of an eye, the sword came out of the sheath and slashed towards Chang Bu Shao's neck.

"Hey~"

Almost in no particular order, Chang Bushao just turned his head in a hurry, and the coughing uncle on the other side also threw out the scabbard in his hand, and flew straight towards Chihuang.

"呲~"

"Crack~"

As soon as Chi Huang slashed Chang Bu Shao's neck, the scabbard was opened by flying.

Huang Lin barely held onto Chihuang, not letting it go, and retreated to put his sword back into its sheath.

Half a breath!

From the time he stepped forward, to the time when he retracted the sword and returned it to its sheath, it only took half a breath!
This was his previous move of "Sky Streamer", which was not practical at first, it was just for playing cool with the sword drawing technique, and it was only for fun in the deduction board.

Later, after learning "Three Immortal Swords of Killing Chain", I used the operation method of its internal force on this move, and found that it was quite suitable, so I developed it in depth in the deduction disk, and never showed it to others.

There is no technical content, just a large amount of internal force rushing through the meridians.

"Sky Streamer" actually has a lot of flaws and restrictions.

First of all, it has a heavier burden on the meridians than "Sword of the Three Immortals". In a healthy state, he can only perform it three or four times at most; in addition, the lead time of this move is also a little longer, and the flaw is quite big!
At this moment, his face was pale, his hands and feet were sore and limp, his meridians were swollen and painful, and his clothes were completely soaked.

But looking at Chang Bushao on the opposite side, everything was worth it!

At this moment, Chang Bushao was covering his neck with his left hand, blood was continuously overflowing, and his eyes were full of horror.

He almost died in the ring. He couldn't react at all just now. The moment Huang Lin drew his sword, he felt as if he was being stared at by a ferocious monster.

This is momentum?impossible!

If it wasn't for the help of the uncle next to him, he might have been decapitated!
"Acceptance!"

Huang Lin reluctantly raised his hand and clasped a fist.

Even if Chang Bushao's neck injury is not serious, the victory has already been decided!

Now that he has no strength to fight, he is ready to step down and rest, if he continues to fight, his meridians will not be able to bear it.

"cough~"

Uncle Cough saw that Chang Bushao was still in a state of absence, so he coughed and announced:

"This battle, Huang Bulin wins!"

Only then did Chang Bushao wake up, he opened his mouth, and didn't speak until he stepped off the stage, but the look of horror in his eyes lingered.

Only then did Chaoyang Peak become noisy.

"What's going on? Brother Huang's move just now was fast, but it's impossible for Brother Chang to avoid it?"

"That's right, why does it feel like senior brother Chang was stupid before reacting?"

"But Junior Brother Huang's move is so cool, the ponytail on his head was pulled horizontally when he swung the sword."

Most of the disciples of the two schools of Qi Sword were wondering why Chang Bu Shao didn't hide.

There are also some people who pay attention to his left hand sword.

And the elders on the other side of the auditorium whispered to each other with surprise in their eyes.

"Is this momentum?"

"It's a little far away, I can't see it."

"Aura is something that can only be felt in person or nearby."

"It's unlikely, this little guy has only second-rate internal strength, how could he have momentum."

"It seems that if you find a chance, you have to try his trick and see what it makes sense!"

"Senior Sister, has Bulin's sword-drawing technique been improved? It's different from before, much faster!"

"Well, not long."

Luan Qingrou casually followed Tan Qingfang's words, she would be unbelievable, she just wanted to go back to the valley as soon as possible to ask Huang Lin to understand.

Seeing that Chang Bushao stepped down, Huang Lin stopped talking and walked slowly towards the steps, ready to go down.

"Junior Brother Huang is amazing, and Mr. Song admires him very much. I wonder if I can give Mr. Song some advice?"

There was another voice coming from the direction of Qizong.

"Take advantage of others! Song Buchi, you are shameless!"

A disciple of Jianzong who knew him cursed loudly.

The already noisy peak was even more noisy.

Ning Qingyu's face tightened even more.

"absurd!"

In the middle of the air sect's elders' table, an ordinary-looking old man scolded, with a very ugly expression on his face.

As the Great Elder of the Qi Sect, how could he be unaware of the disputes between the disciples of the two sects? It's just that he and the two masters of the Jian Sect, Chen and Tan, have a tacit understanding with each other, so they have never cared too much about the disciples' affairs.

As long as the high-level people like them control the fire, nothing major will happen.

Who would have thought that now the Qizong has a disciple who doesn't even want his face!
"Whose disciple is this?"

Ruan Qingshou stared at Song Buchi and asked a question.

"It seems to belong to Junior Brother Kou."

Elder Tan, who was dressed in a Confucian temperament, answered.

The edge of the ring.

Huang Lin stopped when he heard the voice behind him, his eyes turned cold.

"Junior brother, don't pay attention to him! You are already fine."

The seniors in front of the audience all looked at him nervously, they could all see that Huang Lin was exhausted now.

"Huh~"

Huang Lin sneered.

Pulling up Yuli, he turned and returned to Taichung without speaking.

When Na Song came to the stage and stood ready to speak, he turned his head to the coughing uncle and said softly:

"Uncle, this disciple is unable to accept the move now, I'm afraid I will trouble you again!"

The coughing uncle glanced at Song Buchi, then nodded to Huang Lin with strange eyes.

Song Buchi's pupils shrank slightly.

He saw clearly the tragic situation of Chang Bushuo just now, could Huang Lin do it again?
"Qizong, Song is not too late!"

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Huang Lin didn't pay attention to him, the light in Danfeng's slightly closed eyes flickered faintly, his left hand rested on the hilt of the sword, and the right hand holding the sword was already covered with blood.

Seeing that he didn't make a sound, Song Buchi didn't wait, and after making a polite move, he went straight to attack.

The tip of the sword was getting closer and closer to Huang Lin's chest. Seeing that he was still standing still, Song Buchi's eyes showed joy.

[-] shaku
two feet
getting closer..
Song Buchi's joy became more and more intense, even the corners of his mouth curled up.

Huang Lin moved a step to the left, turned his body slightly, and passed the long sword close to his chest.

"choke~~"

Chihuang unsheathed, and lifted Song Buchi's right arm.

If there is no other way, this right arm will definitely fall to the ground.

Sure enough, Chi Huang pierced into the flesh three points, and was pinched by two fingers stretched out from the side.

The joy in the corners of Song Buchi's eyes has not dissipated.

The disappointment in Huang Lin's eyes disappeared in a flash. After withdrawing the sword and freeing his fingers, he stepped back and put the red phoenix back into the scabbard.

"what!!"

Song Buku on the opposite side let out a scream.

Uncle Cough is very lucky, he can see that Huang Lin is no longer able to perform the previous move, he wanted to show off, but he almost broke the arm of this disciple of the Qi sect.

"cough~"

This time it wasn't the uncle who coughed, Huang Lin covered his mouth and coughed, and there were traces of blood on his hands and mouth.

Just now, the sliver of internal energy that had barely recovered was evacuated again. Although he only used the ordinary sword drawing technique, the injury was still compounded.

After Song Buchi went down, he also went down before everyone could react.

He also wanted to open his mouth to pretend again, but he was afraid that someone would really be shameless.

Come again, he may have to rest for a year or so.

Under the admiring eyes of all the brothers and sisters of Jianzong, he staggered to the side and sat down on the ground.

Wang Xuerong trotted over, took out a bottle of elixir from her bosom, and stuffed one into his mouth.

There were also some blood stains on the plain white hands.

During the whole process, the peak was silent.

It wasn't until after half a day that no one was in the ring that they became more noisy.

Seeing this, Ning Qingyu stepped onto the stage and hastily ended the Huashan Inner Sect Grand Competition that had been held for ten years in Chenghua.

Huang Lin's rewards were all received with Wang Xuerong's help.

The duration of this year's competition is so short, which is rare in previous years.

Back to Yanwei Valley under the escort of a group of friends.

Mistress hesitated to speak, but finally waved her hand to let him recuperate first.

The old man didn't say anything, but his slightly narrowed eyes and upturned mouth still revealed his joy.

Huang Lin bid farewell to everyone and returned to the house, so he had time to check his injuries.

The trauma was fine, although the wound on the right arm was deep, but it didn't hurt the meridians, so it was easy to deal with.

Mainly internal injuries.

Looking inside, the dantian is empty, only a few wisps of internal energy that have just recovered float in it.

The meridians that usually flow continuously, this meeting is also extremely quiet.

The Lung Meridian of Hand Taiyin and the Kidney Meridian of Foot Shaoyin still have cracks looming.

"Trouble!"

(End of this chapter)