Shaolin Bajue

Chapter 22
Since the Heavenly Cicada Knife is the Eight Unique Shaolin, of course it cannot be known to outsiders.So the head of Shaolin specially invited the master swordsmith at that time to cast a sword according to the pattern of Tianchan Dao, and at the same time cast the Dragon Slaying Stick and Ananda Sword (these two treasures were also stolen by outsiders before), Therefore, each generation of eminent monks has learned one and a half moves of one of the Seven Masters of Shaolin, and the treasures in their hands are all fakes. More than 300 years have passed, and with the changes in the world, Shaolin Temple still can't find the treasures, but the outside world has been spreading the reputation of Shaolin Qijue.

Wuming took out the "Tianchan Knife" in his hand, and immediately shocked some people.

The sword god was also taken aback, and said: "Old monk, your sword..."

Wuming laughed and said, "It doesn't matter if you say it's fake or it's true, as long as it can kill all the bad guys in this world, it can be called the Tianchan Dao. Why bother with its sharpness and spirituality?"

Upon hearing this, Dao Shen laughed and said: "Okay, okay, the Shaolin eminent monk is indeed a Shaolin eminent monk. The old monk explained the mystery that the world can't understand. Haha, the old man has lived in vain for many years."

The old man with yellow hair looked at the two of them coldly. The people here who threatened him were Wuming and Dao Shen. He had to be vigilant against these two people.He waved his hand, and nine masked men in black surrounded Wuming and Dao Shen, surrounded by dozens of big men in black.

Dao Shen and Wu Ming stood together. At this time, Qingcheng woke up Fang Jianming. They followed closely behind the two of them, with weapons in their hands, wishing to fight over at once. , but what is it?People in the Jianghu would not hang out in the martial arts if they were afraid of death.Since they are already in the rivers and lakes, they are always ready for the coming of death.

Fang Jianming saw a group of men in black approaching step by step, but he still didn't understand what happened.

When he looked up, he saw the Heavenly Cicada Knife in the air.As soon as his heart moved, he didn't know what happened, but he always had a familiar feeling in his heart.Tian Chandao seems to be an old friend of his, waiting for his arrival.Tian Chan Knife groaned softly, and suddenly gave up thinking about the fake "Tian Chan Knife", and flew towards Fang Jianming. After seeing it, he thought it would harm Fang Jianming. Turning around, he bypassed Qing Cheng and came to Fang Jianming.

Fang Jianming's mind suddenly became blurred, and he couldn't help saying: "Is it you?"

The accent he spit out was not his accent, but more like the words of an old man.

Everyone was shocked.

The old man with yellow hair waved his hand, flicked his big sleeves, and shouted: "Wait, let's see."

The Tianchan Knife suddenly jumped happily, and the Tianchan Cheats on his body fell off. Fang Jianming stretched out his hand and grabbed the treasure of Shaolin Temple. At that moment, who knows how many people there are in this world. Fang Jianming I am so envious of my blessing.The Heavenly Cicada Knife secret book that everyone wanted was so easily found in the hands of a boy in his early eight years old.

"You... are you giving this to me?"

Fang Jianming asked in surprise.

Tian Chan Dao actually tapped the tail of its sheath lightly, as if saying: "Yes, yes, it's for you."

Fang Jianming said: "I don't know how to use a knife. It's useless for me to hold it. Besides, I heard that the cicada knife secret book belongs to our Shaolin Temple. You should give it to my grand master, that is the monk with white eyebrows." , His martial arts are really high."

Tian Chandao "looked" at Wuming, and suddenly shook his whole body, as if he disagreed.When everyone saw it, they were amazed, the Cicada Saber was too humane this day.Every word Fang Jianming said, he seemed to be able to figure out what happened.Dao Shen has fought with him for decades, and has never really talked to it, but only uses actions to express the fight between them.

Dao Shen cried out in his heart: God, thanks to the fact that I have lived next to this Tian Chandao for decades, I have not had a close relationship with it. As soon as this kid came, he became friends with Tian Chandao. Alas, is this old man really Old and out of favor?

Seeing Tian Chandao "shaking his head", Fang Jianming said: "Is this not possible? Then it will be difficult, why don't you go to Shaolin Temple with me, where is your home, you haven't been home for a long time."

Speaking of the next few sentences, the voice became extremely strange again, as if Fang Jianming had been given the "resurrection technique" by someone at this time, and there was a ghost lying on him, reminiscing about the old days with a cicada sword.Tian Chandao suddenly stopped moving and stopped in the air, as if in silence.

At this time, the yellow-haired old man winked at a masked man in black and shouted: "Kill all these people for me."

Before he finished speaking, his men had already rushed towards the sword god, and a gust of wind blew up.

Eight masked men in black rushed towards Wuming, Wuming sneered and said, "I really think highly of this old man, there are so many people here." They went up to meet them, and they wanted to fight eight with one.

Dozens of big men in black pulled out their weapons from their waists and waved them towards Qing Cheng, a handsome young man, and five Shaolin monks.The remaining black-clothed masked man jumped up and rushed towards Fang Jianming.It's too late, but it's fast.The sword god and the yellow-haired old man have already joined hands, and each handed in six moves.Seeing that Fang Jianming was about to be killed, the sword god waved his hand and sucked Fang Jianming in front of him.

Dao Shen laughed and said: "What a despicable villain,; do you even want to touch children?"

The masked man in black didn't catch Fang Jianming, stomped his feet and flew forward, together with the yellow-haired old man and the sword god.

The Tian Chan Knife was insane and stopped quietly in the air.He didn't pay attention to the fight in front of him, and was still thinking hard about what Fang Jianming said just now.

Wuming's whole body is full of Shaolin's internal skills, he is a boy, his cultivation level is unmatched by ordinary people, he saw that no one can get close to him, he waved a knife casually, the sound of the knife was like a dragon's howl The tiger groaned, the saber energy was vertical and horizontal, and no one felt that it was light to try its edge.Those eight black-clothed masked men were supernatural even when they stretched out their hands, but they were far inferior to each other in terms of internal strength, and their cultivation level was not as good as Wuming's, so they were held back by Wuming.In terms of martial arts alone, they can catch thirty or forty moves under Wuming's hands.Is it easy to fight with eight people together, but fighting in the rivers and lakes is not a simple sum of mathematical words. people.

In fact, how can those one hundred people with 20 years of skill be the opponent of a person with 200 years of skill? As long as that person gathers all the power of his body to form an innate aura around him, how can anyone get close to him? Before, with one punch and one kick, a hundred people could be wiped out one by one.But then again, people are people after all, not gods, and there are always times when they get tired.

Since the eight people would have nothing to do with Wuming for a while, they had no choice but to surround Wuming tightly, and sooner or later they would exhaust Wuming to death.

The most dangerous one was Qing Cheng and the others. The seven of them were surrounded by five or six big men, and the swords in their hands were slashing at them one after another.That handsome young man's martial arts are extremely high, not inferior to Qing Cheng's, he uses the Shaolin Dharma finger, and when he points out, there is a chi-chi sound.Those big men ran away one after another, and immediately surrounded them again.Qing Cheng used Shaolin Dragon Claw Hands, which is his best kung fu. During this period, he also used some common moves by people in the Jianghu, which made it difficult for the big men surrounding him. In addition, his light kung fu That's right, although there were blades passing along his shoulders, or the blades piercing out from under his side, he didn't suffer any injuries.

Those five monks rushed into the circle surrounded by men in black like wild lions, with two knives, one sword, one stick, and a huge handy shovel. Just your own or someone else's.

Wuming peeked at the dangers surrounding them, and the Shaolin Lion roared, saying: "You are so stupid, if you don't fight against the enemy, don't you want them to exhaust you to death?"

Qingcheng was startled, and then remembered that Shaolin Temple has several formations, one of which is seven people, since the handsome young man is an unknown walker, he naturally knows this formation.With a loud shout, he fought a way and formed a formation in the turn of the other six people. Although he didn't reverse the disadvantage, he was not as exhausted as he was just now.

The God of the Sword is one against two, and he is resolutely fearless. The machete in his hand has been with him for nearly 100 years. He has been born like death, like a brother who shares weal and woe. Although the machete is not a peerless sword, it is still an extremely sharp weapon.Under the concentration of internal force of the machete, the light of the machete rose three feet, and the deep aura of the machete enveloped the old man with yellow hair and the masked man in black.

The yellow-haired old man's pair of iron claws, under the concentration of internal force, also dragged out more than a foot of claws, and when it touched the machete, there was a metallic sound. His figure was like a flying eagle, coming and going, making people unpredictable Unsure of his whereabouts.The black-clothed masked man pushed his whole body's strength to the limit. In the sphere of influence of these two super masters, he dared not be careless.Although his martial arts are not at the same level as the two, his martial arts should not be underestimated, and the sword god has to take care of Fang Jianming, but let him take advantage of it, making it difficult for the sword god to deal with.

Fang Jianming suddenly said loudly: "Grandpa Dao Shen, don't worry about me, my martial arts are not bad."

Dao Shen said: "Boy, just wait for me, don't move around, you think this is for fun."

Fang Jianming was extremely frustrated and could only wait obediently.

Suddenly, the old man with yellow hair let out a long howl, and the howling sound spread far away, like the chirping of a vulture.With overwhelming force, he threw himself on the head of the sword god, the eyes of the man in black flashed coldly, and he struck out seven palms in a row, each palm was like thunder, and he also showed his real kung fu.The sword god laughed loudly, and shouted: "Not long ago, the old man realized a sword technique called 'Qingcheng Yidao', and I will use it today as a starting point."

The sword god didn't move suddenly, and just when the yellow-haired old man's double claws hit him, his tall body spun three times suddenly, creating a gust of wind, and made a "Qingcheng sword".No one can resist this knife, because its power is under the skill of the sword god for more than 100 years, and it can only be avoided. However, since it is a city, how can you avoid it?

The machete sent out streams of true energy and rushed towards the two of them. The old man with yellow hair and the masked man in black flew back. Their figures flew several meters away like a flash of lightning, and the machete chased after them. , only one foot away, two zhang... two zhang... another two zhang, the two of them put all their energy into use, but they still couldn't get rid of the threat of the machete.

(End of this chapter)