The All-Heaven Road from Wudang

Chapter 94
Night, cold moon and sparse stars.

The mountain night in early autumn is a bit lonely, the cool wind blows, and the dead leaves fall from time to time. However, in the valley, there is a scene of colorful flowers and reds. In contrast, it is undoubtedly a paradise.

Mo Li sat cross-legged in meditation, quietly cultivating true qi. He had already fallen into the mysterious state of forgetting things and me, as if he had merged with the world, and his five senses could not be hidden from his five senses with a radius of tens of feet.

His whole body exudes a scorching aura, which is three points stronger than before, like a burning furnace. This is what he has gained from comprehending the Nine Suns Divine Art in recent days.

It's not to modify the exercises, but to make some slight changes to the Pure Yang Wuji Kungfu from the Nine Suns Divine Kungfu combined with my own martial arts insights from many years of practice, making it more suitable for me.

Martial arts practice starts with walking along the path of the predecessors, and you can't make any mistakes. However, each person's physique and bones have slight differences. Another person's path is his own, but it may not be the best for him.

After all, martial arts must be practiced by people, just like the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon, in Qiao Feng's hands it was number one in the world, but now, it has long since declined.

There is no invincible martial arts, only invincible people!

He practiced all over the sky, and the true energy in his body seemed to be surging like a river. When he was getting better, suddenly, he frowned, opened his eyes, looked at the shadow ahead, and said, "Who is it?"

In the darkness of night, the valley was dark and eerily quiet.

Suddenly, there was a sound of a branch snapping, and a black shadow came slowly from there.

"Amitabha, I haven't seen you for a long time. Shaoxia Mo's demeanor is as good as before. I'm really gratified." The black shadow's voice was thick and slightly hoarse, but there was a strange effect of shocking the mind.

"Shaolin Lion Roar?"

Mo Li said in a deep voice, feeling slightly startled.

The lion's roar, a Shaolin stunt, is a sound attack technique that has been known for hundreds of years. It is not difficult to use it to defeat the enemy, but it is extremely difficult to make such an understatement into the ordinary voice, shocking the opponent's mind and momentum. .

Just relying on this skill alone, the comer is enough to rank among the top masters in the world.

"Shaoxia Mo has good eyesight, and the old monk admires him."

The black shadow gave a praise, and walked forward slowly, seemingly slow, but in just three or two steps, it covered a very long distance, and arrived in front of Li Li.

Only then did Li Li see the other person's appearance clearly.

It was a skinny old monk, covered in a large black robe, his shiny forehead was extremely eye-catching under the moonlight.

He has bushy eyebrows, deep eyes, a high nose bridge, and plump lips. He must have been a rare handsome man when he was young, but there is a gloomy air hidden between his brows, which makes the whole person become gloomy and difficult to get close to.

"Which eminent monk from Shaolin is your Excellency?" Mo Li asked in bewilderment.

Shaolin has seen and heard the wisdom of the four great monks, except for the empty monk who died young, the other three have all been seen on Wudang Mountain, this person is by no means the three, but such Shaolin internal skills as the lion's roar, Those who have cultivated to such an advanced level must be from Shaolin.

"Amitabha!"

The old monk recited a Buddha's name, and said with a smile: "Yuanzhen met Shaoxia Mo, and once met at Zhongnan Mountain, the old monk dare not forget the kindness of the palm of his hand."

Yuan Zhen, Zhong Nanshan, one palm!
Mo Li raised his brows, and said solemnly, "Are you the man in black who sneaked up?"

That day, when he rescued Yin Liting from outside the Taoist temple, he competed with two Vajra Sect masters, Ah Er and Ah San, but was attacked by the men in black.At that time, he slapped the opponent, and was also injured by the cold finger force of the opponent. He didn't see his face clearly, so he was slipped away by the opponent. Unexpectedly, he dared to come to the door today!
This old monk with the Dharma name Yuanzhen, was the world-renowned super master Hunyuan Thunderbolt Cheng Kun more than ten years ago, and these years he has been studying martial arts painstakingly in Shaolin Temple under his name. No one knows how much martial arts he has now. high.

In the original book, he killed Guangmingding alone, although he took advantage of the internal fighting among Mingjiao masters, but he was able to defeat a group of Mingjiao masters including Wu Sanren, Yang Xiao, and Qingyi Bat King in one fell swoop, which shows his ability.

I'm afraid that in today's world, if he fights alone, only the three old monks from Duzi generation from the back mountain of Shaolin Temple, Zhang Sanfeng, Mo Li's ancestor and grandson from the Wudang sect can surely beat him.

If it weren't for this, Li Li would not have been injured by his phantom yin finger that day.

Yuan Zhen clasped his hands together, smiled at Yan Yan and said, "That's right, today the old monk is specially here to repay Your Excellency's kindness."

His tone was sincere and his eyes were sincere, as if he didn't come to kill people, but really came to repay his kindness!
"You alone may not be enough." Mo Li said coldly.

"Then add my two brothers!"

An old voice came from far and near, quickly approaching.

Mo Li felt a chill all over his body, as two gusts of cold air approached rapidly, and the strong wind of his palms rushed towards his face, like two extremely cold glaciers, it was astonishingly two top masters came to attack!
He snorted coldly, his whole body was filled with qi and blood, and in his dantian, the pure Yang Wuji true energy circulated, he raised his palms, and headed towards the two strong winds!
There were two loud bangs of 'bang bang', and Li Li felt as if his hands were pressed against two lumps of ice. The cold air hit his blood, and his blood was slightly stiff. However, he cultivated pure yang energy, and his blood was full Extremely, the cold air was all driven away in an instant.

The wind of the palm force scattered away, shaking all the flowers and plants in the surrounding area into powder. Not only that, half of the ground had ice crystals condensed, and the other half became dry and scorched, which was caused by the aftermath of the palm force of both sides. .

The people who shot were shaken away by Li Li's palm, but they were two tall and thin old men, both of whom had a sinister temperament and were full of evil spirits.

Mo Li's pupils narrowed slightly, and he said in a deep voice, "Elder Xuanming!"

There are two people with such extremely cold palm strength in the world, but there are still two people appearing at the same time, there is no one else except Xuan Ming from the Ruyang Palace.

It seems that this time, it is the handwriting of the Ruyang Palace!
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……"

The two old men laughed loudly together, one of them said: "Unexpectedly, the majestic sword god also knows the names of the two old men. I don't know how is the young master of Zhang Wuxia from your sect, how is his injury now?"

In the past, Zhang Wuji was blessed by these two people, and his cold poison has not healed until now!
"You are courting death!" Mo Li stretched out his hand to press the long sword at his waist, and a sharp aura rose from his body.

"Your Excellency is the one who will die today!"

A sword light suddenly lit up with the sound, like a rainbow, the sword light was divided into eight in the night, gorgeous as if eight people shot together, as fast as lightning, as fast as thunder, three points better than He Taichong, the head of Kunlun , is clearly a master of swordsmanship who has comprehended the meaning of the sword!
The sheathed sword in Mo Li's hand was counted in the air, only to hear eight soft sounds of "ding ding ding ding...", one of which was like a rainbow sword light, and there was a tall, thin and capable man in front of Mo Li The old man, with wrinkled face and frowning face, holds a long sword in both hands, and the one who just made the move is him!

"Fang Dongbai, the eight-armed sword!" Mo Li frowned.

The old man couldn't help being a little surprised, and said: "I can't think of the old man who has retired from the world for so many years, and your excellency knows the name of the old man."

Li Li ignored him, but looked around and shouted: "Which other masters have arrived, why hide their heads and show their tails, let's show up together!"

"Mo Shaoxia speaks loudly, aren't they your opponents?"

A slightly immature female voice came, but in the darkness, a beautiful and noble girl came out slowly, with a long sword hanging from her waist, and behind her was a bitter-faced Toutuo, dead. Staring at Li Li, the hatred in his eyes almost overflowed!

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(End of this chapter)