martial arts mythology system

Chapter 149 Fighting in the Alley
The shadows are hazy, and the fog grows.

Mo Shenggu, holding a Wudang sword, stepped out of the light and shadow, with a rough and heroic face, a burly figure, and muscular knots.

The cultivation base of the pure Taoist sect turned into a vigorous aura that shrouded the alley.

The Daoist of Absolute Beginning who came to chase Han Feng had a serious expression, sensing the strong strength of Mo Shenggu.

Huang Yulang's version of "Yi Tian Tu Long Ji" does not mention the martial arts strength, but the expressiveness of Hong Kong comics is absolutely full.

The five-color airflow circulates at every turn, exuding a good atmosphere.

Their sounds are like roaring, and their momentum is like opening the sea.

Both of them are orthodox Taoist warriors, and they are on guard against each other.

Han Feng folded his hands and looked at the Taichu Dao warrior, and asked with a smile:

"Do you think I need to run away now?"

The Daoist in the early days flicked the whisk in his hand, and without saying anything to Han Feng, he directly attacked. The target was... the Miewo sword on Han Feng's back.

"Are you kidding me?"

Han Feng had no intention of leapfrogging the challenge, so he withdrew.

Mo Shenggu stepped forward with his sword in hand, and stood in front of this primordial Taoist, using moves to stop him.

"You have no guts, you dare to act so boldly, you are simply beyond your control."

As a character in the Hong Kong manga world, this Mo Qixia is not only as simple as a burly figure, but also uses quite...secondary...

[Wudang Nine Suns Kungfu] is running, the palm as big as a round fan manipulates the airflow, resisting the dust whisk of the Taoist in front of him and whipping.

The power of [Wudang Mianzhang] combines rigidity and softness, as if continuous, so soft that it defeats the enemy and wins.

Under the gentle force of the cotton palm, the whisk of the Taoist facing him was stirred into a ball, making it difficult to hurt anyone.

In order to avoid being discovered by Xuan Jiansi and the garrison in the city, the Kung Fu of this Taoist made it more violent.

The strength of the invisible Taoism burst out from behind, attacking Mo Shenggu's limbs like a spider's limbs.

"Hahahaha! You really have some skills, it seems that I have to show my real skills!"

Mo Shenggu laughed loudly, swung the long sword in his hand, and displayed the subtleties of Wudang swordsmanship one by one.

Or point or cut, cut off a lot of silk thread whisk.

And those invisible energy like spider limbs were all shattered by the sword energy.

Although Mo Shenggu said that he started relatively late, and most of his martial arts were taught by his senior brother Song Yuanqiao and his second senior brother Yu Lianzhou, but he accompanied Zhang Sanfeng, the martial arts master day and night, and got a lot of Taoist martial arts essence through his ears and eyes.

Once used, it surprised the Taoist in the beginning.

The secret way... I can be regarded as the number one person in the Daoist sect, but I actually got in touch with this little-known person... This person has a pure Daoist cultivation base, who is he?

Thinking hard in his heart, he couldn't understand, the Taoist shook the whisk more and more urgently, and slapped Mo Shenggu's face at top speed.

Mo Shenggu did not dodge or dodge, grabbed the Taoist's whisk, and pulled the Taoist towards him with Wudang soft cloud strength.

The Taoist's expression changed, and he resisted vigorously.

The two stalemate for a while.

Unexpectedly, the martial arts that suddenly came out of the fog turned out to be so profound, and the skill of the sword in the palm of one hand beat him to no avail.

This means that Mo Shenggu did not learn the most profound principles of Tai Chi from Zhang Sanfeng, and was attacked and died too early by Chen Youliang and Song Qingshu, and he failed to truly understand Wudang's supreme martial arts.

Otherwise, a set of "Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu" combined with "Tai Chi Sword" will definitely beat him to the ground and cannot get up.

As a member of the evil organization that sneaked into the imperial city to assassinate, this Taoist from the Tao of Taichu obviously didn't dare to make too much noise.

And Mo Qixia, who has a fake household registration of unknown origin, is also determined not to provoke Xuanjiansi or the imperial garrison.

The two suppressed the destructive power of martial arts, and quickly fought hand to hand in the alley. Although they didn't fully exert the power of breaking mountains and breaking rocks, they were already strong enough.

Every fist and palm strike caused the air to vibrate and explode!

"Very good, your strength is enough to motivate me to attack with all my strength, but if you think that you can defeat me like this, then it is impossible!"

Mo Shenggu's words fell into the sword in his hand exuding a lingering golden brilliance. With the blessing of this sword move, Mo Shenggu's sword speed also increased dramatically.

Every sword sweeps towards the wrist of the opponent in front of him, forcing this evil man of the Tao of Absolute Beginning to retreat again and again.

This set of "Thirteen Swords of Shenmen" was created by Zhang Sanfeng, the master of Wudang. It has [-] moves in total, and it focuses on the Shenmen acupoint on the palm of the enemy, which is amazingly fast.

Han Feng was watching the fight between two fifth-rank masters from behind, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

It's not that I'm impressed by the exquisiteness of Wudang's swordsmanship...but I admire that the characters in Hong Kong comics are as expected.

Listen to these long paragraphs of four-character words, and feel the aggressive tone... Han Feng feels like he has returned to the old days when he was reading comics in a rented bookstore.

In Mo Shenggu's Wudang superior martial arts, the sword is faster than the sword, and the Taoist Taoist in the early days on the opposite side is getting clumsy, and the whisk in his hand is almost bald... Beginning to retreat.

But when he looked at Han Feng who was watching a show with his hands folded behind him, the Taoist was very angry... The Taoist is here to kill and kill, you think you are watching a monkey?
Really annoyed by Han Feng's relaxed and freehand brushwork, the Taoist decided to give it another go.

Taking a deep breath, Taoist tried his best to twitch Mo Shenggu's sword with golden sword light with the last clenched hair in his hand.

Turning the palm of the left hand to transform, a Taoist true meaning born from chaos circulated through the Taoist's limbs and bones. Starting from his left palm, everything around him was dyed black and white.

The fifth-rank cultivation base is really a master in the Jianghu, and this Taoist has also learned some superficial aspects of the Taoist religious prohibition "Little Chaos and Urgent" from the Taoist master in the early days.

Even the Taoist Master Taichu could not say that he could grasp one or two essences of this shocking Taoist Forbidden Code, so it is naturally difficult for a fifth-grade Taoist to control it.

But before the palm of the Taoist, everything was black and white, and even Mo Shenggu's "Thirteen Swords of Shenmen" was difficult to break through, and he was forced to retreat.

"Han Feng, if you want to blame, blame you for taking something you shouldn't have!"

Obviously, the Taoist paid a huge price for using the forbidden code of martial arts. Panting heavily, he pushed the black and white colors to Han Feng and the two.

Colorless and smudged, obliterating the world.

Dao gives birth to heaven and earth, and can also swallow all things.

"Little Chaos and Urgent" is not inferior to the highest martial art of Taoism in "Posa Maitreya Future Chapter" that Buddhism invited Han Feng to study.

Feeling the pressure of "Little Chaos and Urgent", Mo Shenggu couldn't help showing pressure.

Black and white color fast approaching!
After hearing the Taoist's words, Han Feng suddenly realized, patted his head, and untied the Mie Wo sword tied to his back.

"Oh, if you didn't tell me, I would have forgotten, I still have a magic soldier by my side."

Putting the Miewo sword into Mo Shenggu's hand, Han Feng looked solemn:
"Brother Shenggu, take this sword and chop him!"

After receiving the Miewo Sword, the jet-black aura of the sword blended with the golden Wudang internal force, and Mo Shenggu's expression gradually changed from bewildered to violent.

The loud voice that is standard in Hong Kong comics is combined with the lingering martial arts airflow, and the blade of Miewo points straight ahead in black and white.

"It's been a long time since there was such boiling blood, Mo Shenggu will live up to his promise!"

Han Feng took a step back with a faint smile on his face.

Come on...it's this kind of aggressive tone and four-character words again...

(End of this chapter)