This Jinyiwei is obviously super strong but draws too much

Chapter 613
The battle started, on one side was the current guard of Jinyi, Wu Qiming, the former governor of Beizhen Fusi, and on the other side was the notorious Xuantian Sect master Youyun Fawang.

Although both of them are top players in the rivers and lakes, in fact, this battle was not as fierce as imagined. It can even be said that both sides played very restrained.

Wu Qiming strolled leisurely in the courtyard under the fallen leaves all over the sky, occasionally flicking the silk thread in his hand, and several killing mechanisms would be triggered.

But Youyun Fawang is like a dexterous cheetah, while dodging Wu Qiming's trap, while waiting for an opportunity to launch a counterattack.

This battle between dragons and tigers was played by them into a round game like chess, and even the two sides in the fierce battle were interested in chatting.

Dharma King Youyun jumped up, swiped his palm again and made a black mark, and knocked down all the flying knives ejected from his feet. He turned around and landed on the other side, looking at Wu Qiming on the opposite side, and sighed: " Master Wu's skills are becoming more and more proficient."

"The hidden weapon mechanism is just a little Doyle, and it's hard to be elegant. Brother You Yun praised it absurdly." Wu Qiming said humbly.

Dodging the endless traps, King Youyun said at the same time: "Master Wu is a genius, with one or two fragments of scrolls, he was able to reproduce the strength of Tang Sect martial arts back then. I admire you."

The Tang Sect that King Youyun mentioned was once a famous Jianghu sect in Sichuan and Sichuan, but it declined later, and few people in today's Jianghu are aware of the other party's past glory.

Wu Qiming was born as a disciple of officials and eunuchs. When he was traveling in the Jianghu in his early years, he accidentally got a volume of Tangmen's martial arts cheats, but its content was extremely incomplete. Most of the Tangmen's cheats that are circulated in the Jianghu are like this. They have been eroded by the years. Next, only a few words can be left.

Wu Qiming didn't realize it, and continued to talk freely: "Brother You Yun's photo-shadowing skill is only one step away from the ten great perfections. It's a pity to give up at this time. Why don't you try the Buddhist method of cutting off the world. Speaking of which, you are now It seems that there is only one granddaughter left, why not—"

As soon as the words fell, Dharma King Youyun pinched a black mark with both hands at the same time, and pushed his palms forward. The strong wind whipped up broken leaves all over the sky, and two dark tornadoes rose into the sky, sweeping towards Wu Qiming with overwhelming momentum.

Wu Qiming chuckled: "Buddhist disciples are all outsiders, and their blood and patriarchal methods are useless in their eyes. They say they have no thoughts in the world of mortals, but in fact what they do is ruthless and ungrateful. My younger brother talks nonsense. Is it true that his sect puts effort into cultivation? That should be followed.”

When he obtained the photo-shadowing skills, the first wife of King Youyun died of illness. Later, when he joined the Xuantian Sect, devoted himself to fame, and competed for fame and fortune in the Jianghu, his two sons and daughters were also killed by his enemies.

Wu Qiming played with another throwing knife in his hand, and nodded with a smile: "Brother You Yun is frank, and my younger brother also said it bluntly. Since Zhao Ying Gong comes from this Buddhist school, perhaps the cultivation method should be consistent with Buddhist principles and Buddhist scriptures."

But Wu Qitian was very talented, relying on the fragments of cheat books in his hand, he just groped for a new path.

"Master Wu's kindness, the old man appreciates it."

Facing the praise of Dharma King Youyun at this moment, Wu Qiming just smiled, and he said: "Who doesn't know that Dharma King Youyun's shadow-making skills are unrivaled in the world. Brother Youyun's words like this seem to be boastful to my little brother."

Almost at the same time when his ears caught the sound of the rain of arrows, the body of King Youyun moved. He opened his arms and spun his body into the air. Black true energy gushed out from under his black robe, following him The rotation of his hands formed a circle of protective energy around him.

The flying arrow landed on the black body-protecting qi, and soon lost its sharpness, and fell to the ground with a slap, and King Youyun swept into the air with his strength, and landed on a tree trunk, as if nothing As usual, he answered Wu Qiming's previous question lightly.

"That's true. Zhaoying Gong comes from the Buddhist sect of the Western Regions. I wonder what Master Wu has taught?" He asked calmly.

Dharma King Youyun stared at it, and the flying knife drew a strange arc in the air, and under the cover of fallen leaves, it disappeared without a trace. The next second, the sound of arrows firing repeatedly came from behind him.

Wu Qiming said leisurely: "Buddhism says that the four elements are all empty. This group of monks thinks that escape from the three realms is not in the five elements. Worldly emotions are useless in their eyes. Therefore, once you enter the door of Buddhism, the past will be cut off, the three thousand threads of trouble will fade away, and this life will be green." The ancient Buddha is enough."

"My little brother heard that this photo-shadowing technique is a martial art of Buddhism in the Western Regions. I wonder if this news is true?" Wu Qiming said, throwing a throwing knife casually.

King You Yun frowned slightly: "Master Wu has something in his words that I don't understand, so please tell me directly."

By the time Dharma King Youyun became famous and the Xuantian Sect was firmly seated at the top of the Demon Dao, he was almost alone, almost all his family and friends were dead, and only a poor granddaughter was left with him.

Dharma King Youyun looked calm and unmoved. Although the magical power of Zhaoying that he relies on is a powerful inner strength that is rare in the Jianghu, but the conditions for cultivation are harsh and the process is difficult, how can outsiders know.

The practice method of Zhaoying Gong is to push one's own martial arts to the extreme by manipulating the seven emotions of a person to strengthen a certain emotion.

"Oh? How do you say that?" Dharma King Youyun put his hands behind his back, as if he could do a job with ease.

Dharma King Youyun's eyes gradually became cold, as if he understood what Wu Qiming meant.

But the irony is that the pain in life, in turn, has made the martial arts of Lord Youyun. The shadow art he practiced, through the sorrow of one of the seven emotions, under this situation, it has improved by leaps and bounds.

Although Dharma King Youyun's life was suspected of being manipulated by the Xiaoyao faction, it was a wonderful life, but like many ordinary people, his life had reached peaks and also experienced troughs.

But it is a pity that even so, Lord Youyun has only pushed the Shadowing Art to the ninth stage, and there is still no time for this magical art to be perfect.

People with the seven emotions, joy and anger, sorrow and fear, love and evil desires - those who practice the shadow art must choose one of these seven for targeted strengthening. This sounds difficult, but it is even more difficult to do. difficult.

Wu Qiming narrowed his eyes slightly, and he took half a step back, only to hear the jingling sounds, several flying knives fell from his sleeves, and he kicked the flying knives continuously, turning the flying knives into silver lights that exploded shoot out.

The silver light pierced through the black tornado, accompanied by thunderbolts and thunderclaps, the flying knife that was shot straight turned back halfway, the brilliance was like a snake lightning, and seven or eight silver lights pierced back and forth, shining brilliantly. The black tornado was riddled with holes.

Wu Qiming raised his hand slightly, with five fingers spread out, several silver light like a wanderer returning home, flashed ghostly afterimages in the air, and finally landed between his two fingers, for a moment, the wind and the sea were calm.

He sighed helplessly: "Brother Youyun, why bother to get angry? What the younger brother said is all well-founded. You lost your wife when you were young, lost your son when you were middle-aged, and you are almost alone in your old age. Only then can you cultivate to the ninth level of Zhaoying Kungfu." Realm, my little brother can assert that as long as you move your finger and kill your granddaughter, the ten great perfections of the Zhaoying Magical Art will be achieved at your fingertips."

(End of this chapter)