Shaolin Bajue

Chapter 479
The drunk Taoist sneered: "We won the first game, and the second game was a tie. Even if you won the third game, the result is still a tie. Why should we still fight? Are you still going away?"

Xinggong walked to Guiguzi's side, looked up to the sky and laughed, and said darkly: "Drunk Taoist, drunken Taoist, you are really stupid, once the sick scholar is finished, why don't you surrender quickly?"

The drunk Taoist was startled and said angrily, "You..."

Anger rose in Wu Kuang's heart, he roared, and said: "Shameless man, give me a slap!" He rushed out like thunder, raised his palm and slashed at Xinggong.At the same time, the half-white-haired middle-aged woman standing there let out a long roar, jumped out, and shouted: "I have known for a long time that you rats are not good at keeping promises, so I will kill you rats!"

Guiguzi smirked, and said: "Old woman, you are looking for death!" Tong Xinggong jumped up, and his internal energy was released like a mountain. After hearing two loud noises, Guiguzi and Xinggong fell to the ground, their faces were gloomy heavy.

After Wu Kuang landed, his body shook slightly. As soon as the middle-aged woman with half-white hair landed on the ground, she jumped up with a scream, and rushed towards Guiguzi. At the moment she stood up, three white shadows suddenly appeared. Appeared, as soon as Bai Ying appeared, three strong murderous aura rushed towards her, and three cold sword lights intertwined into a net, enveloping her.

Hearing the sound of "Peng", the middle-aged woman with half-white hair fell from the air. Although the sword net was broken, it was assembled again in an instant.

Suddenly, a violent evil spirit shot up into the sky, and a sword light composed of flying cicadas struck the sword net like lightning. Amidst the sword spirit, the sword net broke instantly, and three white-clothed men fell to the ground. With a finger of the long sword in his hand, the sword glow flickered, and three strong murderous auras enveloped Fang Jianming.

Fang Jianming flipped in the air and landed in front of a middle-aged woman with half-haired hair, and said, "Senior, let me do it!"

At this moment, three figures leaped over from a distance, the first one came very quickly, with his toes on a stone, his figure gracefully landed beside Guiguzi, and said with a smile: "Master, master uncle, I advise you to surrender!" Now, this time you want to hide in the heaven and earth, I'm afraid it's too late!"

Seeing her, all the disciples of Cihangxuan cursed angrily, only to see a middle-aged beautiful woman come out more and more, shouting: "Bastard, do you still have the face to see us?"

The person who came was a very beautiful woman in red, she seemed to be in her early twenties, behind were two maids with swords on their backs, they lowered their heads slightly, as if they didn't dare to look at Cihangxuan's people.

The woman in red raised her eyebrows and said with a sneer, "I respect you as master because you have raised me for more than ten years, so don't push yourself too far!"

The middle-aged beautiful woman sternly said: "It's just that I misjudged the person at the beginning, and I accepted you as a traitor and killed many disciples in Xuanzhong. I wish I could kill you with one palm!"

The woman in red looked flustered, but soon turned into resentment, and said: "If you are willing to pass on the seat to me, the situation today will not be caused. You forced me to do this!"

The half-white-haired middle-aged woman heard this, and said angrily: "You little bastard, it is Cihangxuan's greatest disgrace to have a disciple like you, and I will send you to the eighteenth floor of hell!"

As soon as the words fell, three explosions were heard suddenly, and three red lights shot up from the bottom of the mountain, and the faces of the people in the Blood Hand Sect all changed.

Seeing this signal, the faces of Guiguzi and Xinggong suddenly turned pale.A Tiangang roared, the internal skill was extremely deep, deafening, the sound spread far away, as if it was a demonstration.

Before the roar was over, only an old voice said: "Cihangxuan is the Holy Land of martial arts, when will ghosts be allowed to howl here?"

I saw that Tiangang groaned and sat down on the ground with a face full of horror.A gust of wind blew, and suddenly there was another person in the arena. There were so many masters in the arena, but no one could clearly see how he got up.

This person came too fast, as if he was the wind in the mountain.

The person who came was a majestic white-haired old man. Except for Fang Jianming, no one in the field had ever seen this person, let alone know his origin.However, even if someone saw him for the first time, they had already guessed his origin.

I saw Xinggong's face turned serious, and he said in surprise: "If I guess well, could it be that your honor is Zhang Xiangfeng Zhang Daxia from the Wudang School?" People like Xinggong are stronger than Xinggong. Not at odds, but also had to call the other Zhang Daxia.

The old man cast a glance at him. Although this glance was not powerful, it was enough to stir up waves in Xinggong's heart. No matter how arrogant Xinggong was, he would not dare to give him ten heads if he lent him ten heads. Challenged by a generation of masters who are famous in the martial arts world.The person who came was indeed Zhang Xiangfeng.In the world, how many people have such good lightness kung fu?

Zhang Xiangfeng said indifferently: "Are you from the Blood Hand Sect?"

Xing Gong said: "Not bad."

Zhang Xiangfeng said: "Where is your sect master, where is he, I want to see him."

Someone just heard a "haha" laugh, leaped out, and shouted: "Zhang Xiangfeng, I didn't expect you to be alive. You lived a long time. Ping wants to learn from you some unique skills of Wudang."

Zhang Xiangfeng raised his eyes and saw an old man in gray clothes holding a mace.The gray-clothed old man was quite tall, and he waved the mace casually in his hand, making a whistling sound, which showed his deep internal strength.

Zhang Xiangfeng frowned, and said: "I've never met you before, this old man, and you seem to have a prejudice against me from your tone. Who are you?"

The gray-clothed old man looked up to the sky and laughed. After the laugh, a vicious look appeared in his eyes, and he said sharply, "Zhang Xiangfeng, have you forgotten the mace in my hand? How did you hurt the mace's owner back then? Today Ping will use this mace to seek justice."

Zhang Xiangfeng took a look at the mace, with an expression of reminiscence on his face, and then he showed a look of remembering, and asked, "Who are you, Ge Sanlang?"

The gray-clothed old man sneered and said: "Thanks to you still thinking about my master and his old man, more than 120 years ago, my master asked you to compete in martial arts, was severely injured by you, and finally died in depression. This debt must be settled with you! "

Zhang Xiangfeng said indifferently: "Ge Sanlang, a stick in Lingnan, was a very famous and evil figure in the martial arts back then. He insisted on challenging me for a martial arts competition. I had to wound him for self-defense. As for him dying in depression, I have no choice." And I know, I never thought he would have such a disciple as you, what's your name?"

The gray-clothed old man said in a deep voice, "I am a guest of Blood Hand Sect, and my name is Ping Nantian."

Zhang Xiangfeng said: "Ping Nantian, although your master was born in an evil way, you have always been a loner and unruly. I didn't expect that it would be passed down to your generation, and you would join this bloody hand sect that vainly wants to dominate the martial arts. If Ge Sanlang is still alive In this world, you will never be allowed to mess around!"

Ping Nantian smiled coldly, and said, "Zhang Xiangfeng, I'm not here to listen to your lesson, since you're here, you can taste the power of my mace!"

After finishing speaking, with a long roar, he jumped out, and the mace struck Zhang Xiangfeng with lightning.

Zhang Xiangfeng turned around halfway, and shouted: "You are so rude, for the sake of Ge Sanlang, I won't hurt you!" Without making any moves, he sucked in his lower abdomen, opened his mouth and let out a breath of true energy, a gust of wind Wrapped around the mace.

Ping Nantian didn't expect that Zhang Xiangfeng's internal energy would be so supernatural, his face turned red, he summoned all his energy, and said angrily: "Zhang Xiangfeng, you are looking for death!" The entanglement of Zhang Xiangfeng hit the top of Zhang Xiangfeng's head with the strong wind.

Seeing that he didn't know what to do, Zhang Xiangfeng became slightly angry, and made a move in a flash, but he didn't know how he made the move. He grabbed the stick head with his right hand, and said, "Go back!"

Hearing a "bang", Ping Nantian was sent flying, and landed far away on the ground.When everyone saw it, they were shocked.As soon as Ping Nantian landed on the ground, he rushed towards Zhang Xiangfeng, and the mace turned into a stormy wave and rolled towards Zhang Xiangfeng.

Zhang Xiangfeng snorted slightly, and said lightly: "So it's the Sirius 36-style stick technique, even if you practice Ge Sanlang's stick technique to the peak, it's useless!"

Seeing that the mountain-like stick shadow was about to hit Zhang Xiangfeng, he suddenly thrust one hand in, and then there was a "pounce", Ge Sanlang retreated two feet violently.

It turned out that Zhang Xiangfeng's palm passed through the shadows of the stick and hit Ge Sanlang's shoulder. Fortunately, Zhang Xiangfeng's force was just right and Ping Nantian was not injured.

A sinister look flashed across Ping Nantian's face, and he lifted the mace quickly, and the three poisonous black needles as thin as ox hair were shot at Zhang Xiangfeng silently. What a trick.

Zhang Xiangfeng is worthy of being a master of a generation. Although he didn't see the black needle clearly, he had already noticed it. His expression changed, and he waved his long sleeves. He heard three soft "ding ding ding", and the black needle shot backwards, and the castration was faster. Into Ping Nantian's left arm.Ping Nantian let out a scream, and the mace in his hand flew out suddenly. With the deep internal strength hidden, a gust of wind blew up and slammed towards Zhang Xiangfeng like a raging wave.

Zhang Xiangfeng saw that something was wrong, his old face sank, and he shouted: "Ping Nantian, you are too vicious!" He stretched out his right hand with two middle fingers, pressed on the air, and the mace stopped a foot away.

After Ping Nantian threw out the mace, his right hand was straightened like a knife, and he chopped off his left arm. The left arm fell to the ground and turned into a pool of black blood in an instant. It was so poisonous!

Ping Nantian's severed arm was bleeding wildly, but he had already lost his mind and didn't know the pain at all. With a vicious smile on his face, he said, "Zhang Xiangfeng, you still have today. Let me see how you broke the explosives in the mace? I Even if I die, I will take you to be buried with me. Haha, I never thought that your generation of grandmasters would be plotted against by me, Ping Tiannan!"

When everyone heard this, their faces were shocked, and they would rather believe it or not, and retreated one after another, for fear that they would be injured by the explosives in the mace.

Fang Jianming took a step back subconsciously, but when he thought of Zhang Xiangfeng's danger, he stopped and called, "Senior Zhang, do you want this junior to help you?"

Zhang Xiangfeng turned his head and glanced at him, his face froze for a moment, but he soon saw who he was, smiled lightly, and said, "Little friend, it turned out to be you. Mere explosives, it's hard for me!" After finishing speaking, his eyes flickered After a flash of white light, the whole body was enveloped by an invisible qi, and the two fingers in the middle of the food began to draw circles in the air. With each circle, the mace lost one-sixth out of thin air. After six circles, a huge wolf The tooth stick completely disappeared into the air.

(End of this chapter)