This Jinyiwei is obviously super strong but draws too much

Chapter 313
This is a very clumsy way of provoking and diverting disasters to the east. People can't help but want to ask Elder Qi if he has lost his head. He actually wants to provoke a fight between Wuyue and Wudang. This is simply insulting.

But the reality is very magical. Both Wuyue and Wudang accepted the provocation and prepared to do it.

The reason is not difficult to guess, this meeting was organized by the Beggar Gang, and the rules were also set by them. Of course, the two factions can let it go, but if this is the case, the Beggar Gang doesn’t seem to have any losses. They just cut Chi Cangping down. , but in this way, wouldn't the Wudang Five Sacred Mountains faction come for nothing?

So even though they were unwilling, they still followed the rules set by Elder Qi and decided the winner in the arena. Although Wudang and Wuyue were fighting, what they hated most at the moment was the beggar gang who came up with ideas.

"Wudang, Feng Ziye, please give me your advice." Feng Ziye didn't intend to go down after he got on the stage, he stood proudly with his sword in his hand, not at all afraid of the people from the Five Sacred Mountains who were eager to fight.

"Since Daoist Qinghua insists on this, let me come down to learn Wudang swordsmanship."

Tianfeng was not to be outdone, Mu Yu sword was out of its sheath, accompanied by the cold light, being forced back by Wudang Shangyangzi's sword was a hurdle he could never overcome, but it was a pity that he was not good at martial arts, so he could only retrieve it from the Wudang Seven Sons first. place.

Seeing their awe-inspiring fighting spirit, Elder Qi immediately withdrew to the rear and completely gave up the ring to them.

In fact, Elder Qi didn't care whether Wuyue and Wudang could fight or not. After all, the leader of the gang had already decided that even if they really had a fight, Chi Cangping would not be able to hand it over.

The reason why the two sides are incited to fight is purely to deal with the situation, and their leader Lu seems to like this kind of drama very much, so Elder Qi naturally wants to do something according to his preferences.

Under the arena, everyone held their breaths and concentrated. For the second-rate powers, the battle between the Seven Sons of Wudang and the head of Hengshan was a rare scene, and they were unwilling to miss every move.

"Sect Leader Tianfeng, offended."

On the ring, Feng Ziye was the first to strike. He stepped on the thunder, and the sword in his hand was out of its sheath brazenly, and pointed directly at Tianfeng's face.

A little under Tianfeng's feet, his body rose into the sky like a floating cloud, then turned over, and stabbed downward with the Mu Yu sword hanging upside down in his hand.

Feng Ziye stabilized his figure, dancing with the sword in his hand like a flower, blocking the flying swords one by one, then he suddenly switched the sword to his left hand, turned his wrist behind his back, and turned his free right palm in front of his chest Tai Chi, with one stroke and one stroke, the palm is pushed out with a bang, it is Wudang Chunyang Palm.

The palm held up to the sky broke through the sword rain, and Tianfeng hit the gang qi with a sword, and his body fell backwards like a canopy with his strength. He fixed his eyes, and the true qi condensed on Mu Yu's sword again. The sweep of the sword caused thousands of waves, it was just a trick of the phantom blade.

The bewildered sword gang turned into a phantom formation, hiding Tian Feng's figure, Feng Ziye stood in the sword formation like a pine tree, his gaze coldly swept across the sword energy that was ready to be released.

A soft beep sounded, and Tianfeng stabbed out with a sword from Feng Ziye's back. The sword light flickered in and out of the phantom formation, making people dazzled.

Feng Ziye sensed the killing intent behind him, but he didn't turn his head. Instead, he held the sword and raised it high. It spread out for more than three feet, forming a spherical shield around his body, and there were countless spike-like protruding sword gangs on it.

Tianfeng's sword landed on the protective cover, and his sword energy pierced into it like a mud dragon entering the sea, and it instantly turned into nothingness, followed by a swift and violent counter-shock force coming along the sword body.

Tianfeng was taken aback, he immediately let go of the sword at the critical juncture, pushed his palms and hit a flying light palm, resisting the backlashing sword energy.

The terrifying force made Tianfeng retreat more than ten steps, Mu Yujian also drew an arc in the air, whirled and fell, and inserted into the table several feet behind him.

Tianfeng hated secretly, looked at Feng Ziye who turned around and said with great fear: "It is rumored that the Wudang sect has a supernatural power to protect the body, could it be this?"

"Wudang, the supreme god." Feng Ziye said neither humble nor overbearing.

"Good skills, good means."

Tianfeng's expression was cloudy and uncertain: "Everyone in the world knows that the Seven Masters of Wudang have superb swordsmanship. I never thought that Daoist Qinghua was better at punching and kicking."

This is actually a misunderstanding, because the Wudang Seven Masters are famous for relying on the Zhenwu Seven-section Formation, and the Zhenwu Seven-section Formation is a sword formation, so people in the Jianghu think that all the Wudang Seven Masters are masters of swordsmanship, but they are not.

For example, Feng Ziye, Taoist priest of Qinghua, his swordsmanship is actually mediocre, and his martial arts are actually more about fists and feet, such as palm techniques, and this body-protecting qi.

Tianfeng suffered a loss in intelligence, but he can't be blamed, because Feng Ziye didn't make many shots, and he was famous in the Jianghu more because of the aura of the seven Wudang sons than his own chivalrous deeds, so few people know This Taoist Qinghua is actually not good at using a sword.

At this point in the fight, Tian Feng had already lost, his Mu Yu Sword was knocked away, half of the Hengshan School's martial arts were superior to swordsmanship, and if the fight continued, he would undoubtedly lose.

But he was not willing to leave the stage in such a disheveled manner, but others would not give him face, and even at this time the first to jump out to disrupt the stage was their own Wu Yue.

"Daoist Qinghua is good at martial arts, Taishan Hao Bansheng is here, please teach me!"

Hao Bansheng ignored Feng's gloomy face that day, and jumped onto the ring with the sword in his hand. The moment he landed on the stage, he raised the sword high above his head, and then slashed down with all his strength. Dazzling.

It's a good trick to break the empty space!
With the gravity of Taishan's swordsmanship, a sword fell with a bang, and the sound of explosion trembled in all directions, and people with low martial arts only felt dizzy for a while.

Feng Ziye didn't dare to be careless, and once again used the Supreme God's Hand, forcibly withstood the sword.

"What a turtle shell."

Feeling the power of the shock from the sword, Hao Bansheng glanced at Feng Ziye in amazement, the hedgehog-like stellar energy shield seemed to have no flaws at all, making it impossible to attack.

But Hao Bansheng didn't believe in evil, he took five or six steps in a row, leaped into the air, and slashed down with a sword without fancy, the sword light collided with the qi, and there was a sound of gold and stone colliding, and the numbness on his arm He bared his teeth in shock.

"I don't believe it anymore."

Hao Bansheng slashed seventeen or eight swords in a row. Mount Tai's swordsmanship is a two-handed sword, which is powerful and heavy. Every time a sword lands on the qi shield, everyone feels the collision sound like a drum ringing in their ears.

When the water is full, it overflows, and when the moon is full, it loses. There is no perfect thing in this world, and all martial arts must have flaws. Hao Bansheng persevered in cutting down with a single sword. Feng Ziye planned to wait for work with ease, but never fought back.

This seemed to be a protracted battle of exhaustion, but perhaps the battle between Hao Bansheng and Feng Ziye attracted so much attention that everyone forgot that Tianfeng was still on stage at this time.

Seeing Hao Bansheng beating Feng Ziye's tortoise shell round and round, Tian Feng's gaze became deeper and deeper. He glanced vaguely at Lu Hanjiang who was under the stage, who smiled meaningfully at him.

Tianfeng squinted his eyes, and slowly grasped the Mu Yu sword inserted into the stage with his hand. Before everyone could react, he suddenly pulled out the sword and turned around to kill quickly.

"Fifth Junior Brother, be careful!"

(End of this chapter)