The first among the heavens begins with martial arts

Chapter 20 The Great Darkness
With a smile on his face, Qian Heng watched the two great masters display their unique skills while trying their best to record them.

In the entire hall, with him and the servants lying down as the center, hundreds of thin different kinds of true energy diffused in the space.

Some zhenqi is sensitive to temperature, some zhenqi is sensitive to matter, some zhenqi is faintly present, and some zhenqi is as subtle as silk threads, and their common feature is that they are difficult to detect.

Under the shroud of these thin qi, Qian Heng knew all the changes in the space, even including the movement of zhenqi in the warrior's body.

Any warrior who performs martial arts within the range will be detected by him to see the real power running, so as to calmly learn the essence of martial arts. Xie Xiaofeng's swordsmanship before and the current one-finger are no exception.

This method is also the ability of the Golden Chamber to outline the realm of the six qi phases, and it is also the foundation for him to be sure to read the world's martial arts.

Learning through cheats, how can it compare to the clear and clear demonstration of a living warrior in person.

Both Yuan Lu and Lu Xiaofeng are masters of lightness kung fu. Lu Xiaofeng's Phoenix Dance Nine Heavens has been passed down for a long time, and his movement and transformation are as magnificent as a big bird floating in the air. The trajectory of the volley gliding is strange, not inferior to the opponent at all.

Lu Xiaofeng snapped Yuan Suiyun's Liuyun Fei sleeve with a sharp finger, but the Arhat who was hiding behind the sleeve was ushered in to worship Buddha. It is restrained fingering.

But Lingxi's finger is not a common fingering, Lu Xiaofeng's two fingers moved slightly, and at the same time his figure was dancing in the air, he turned from the front to Yuan Suiyun's side in an instant, and the finger strength even faintly covered the important points on the opponent's side.

Yuan Suiyun didn't succeed in the surprise attack, and it was completely within Yuan Suiyun's expectation. He stretched out his body lightly and transformed his fists into fingers, sliding in the air corresponding to Lu Xiaofeng, using the finger swords to perform the Liuxu swordsmanship, the three major swordsmanship of the Emei School.

This set of swordsmanship is full of light and light, like drawing silk, like cocoon, like the Yangtze River, flowing endlessly, not only the moves are fantastic, but also full of traps, it can be called the best defender in the world's swordsmanship, even if the opponent's skill is one level higher Layers are also difficult to break into.

As soon as Lu Xiaofeng's finger strength entered the sword circle, it was torn to pieces, in vain, he could only use body skills to continue changing angles, looking for new flaws.

You come and I go and the offense and defense are constantly changing positions. You come and go and play very well, but the two have never had physical contact.

Lu Xiaofeng knew from the very first move that his opponent's martial arts were high, and that he was even better than himself. In addition, he had spent too much time dealing with servants before, so he had no chance of winning, so he made up his mind to delay consumption as the main way to prepare for the next two rounds. Lay the chance for victory.

He has great confidence in the strength of Ximen Chuuxue and Hua Wuque, and believes that as long as they are given enough rest time, they can defeat Yuan Suiyun.

What makes him a little strange is that Yuan Suiyun is too co-operative and doesn't force himself to fight hard with his advantage in skill. His lightness skill is not inferior to his own. If he just fights hard, he will definitely be able to get what he wants of.

So this battle lasted for half an hour, and finally ended with Lu Xiaofeng conceding defeat, but at this time the three of Ximen had recovered to their peak, while Yuan Suiyun had suffered a lot.

"I'll come to the next match!" Ximen Chuixue held his sword forward, looking at Yuan Suiyun with sharp eyes, "I'm not taking advantage of you, you can adjust your inner breath, we'll fight again after you rest!"

Lu Xiaofeng was in a hurry, he didn't expect Ximen Chuuxue to come up with such a trick, wasting the advantage he had painstakingly built, but he couldn't say anything, he knew that he might be a deadhead, after all, he was Ximen Chuuxue.

Yuan Suiyun was also a little moved, but said: "No, I don't need to rest!"

Ximen Chuuxue's eyes were cold, and he didn't continue to advise, but just drew his sword out of its sheath.

Yuan Suiyun did not know where to take out a three-foot-long pure white jade flute. This flute exudes a faint fluorescence, and it is not an ordinary weapon at a glance.

Lu Xiaofeng had a flash of inspiration, and blurted out: "This is the white jade flute of Taoist Donghai Yuxiao!"

Taoist Yuxiao is also a master master of the older generation, but he disappeared nine years ago, but now looking at Yuan Suiyun holding the white jade flute, his fate is self-evident.

A beam of sword light rose up silently, like a crescent moon in the dark night, cold and icy, and like the first snow in winter, erratic.

His sword is not as dynamic as Xie Xiaofeng, and it is not as simple and direct as Yan Shisan, but it is ruthless and loveless like the way of heaven.

This kind of swordsmanship, like a god and a demon, almost divorced human nature, turning himself into the sky, punishing and killing sinners on behalf of the sky, if it is not limited by the world, maybe he has become the executioner of the heaven.

The way of heaven is lonely, and it is the same for ordinary people. Even through the indirect experience of true energy, Qian Heng felt the eternal coldness in Ximen Chuuxue's heart, which is a polar place where human nature cannot be warm. He even wondered how Sun Xiuqing could be in his heart. leave a place in my heart.

Qian Heng guessed that if Gu Long's comprehensive martial arts world was not low-level martial arts, and his soul and energy could only be attached to matter, Ximen Chuuxue might have broken through the limit of man and god long ago, instead of being restricted by the physical body now, life, old age, sickness and death are inevitable.

From a certain point of view, both he and Ye Gucheng are born gods, unlike Xie Xiaofeng and Yan Shisan who still have more humanity.

The sword light flowed like a moon, illuminating the inside and outside of the hall clearly, and the sharp sword energy silently scraped a layer of debris from the floor and ceiling, but it couldn't blow away the dark cloud in front of it.

The dark cloud is extremely viscous, as if it is asphalt condensed thousands of times, no matter how sharp the sword qi pierces, it will slowly dissipate, no amount of mysterious moves can cross this quagmire.

In the face of the strongest opponent in his life, Batman finally showed the bottom of the box.

Big dark day!

This is the miraculous martial art he conceived for ten years and created through ten years of experimentation. It finally turned the nightmare in his heart when he was three years old into a real martial art one year ago.

Pull everyone into the endless darkness and sink, and they will never be freed.

The true qi trained in this martial art is extremely viscous and highly corrosive. With his superb moves, it can kill anyone in a dark environment.

When Bat Boy was on the Bat Island without a ray of light, he dared to fight against the best in the world, and he was confident enough to win the battle.

The sharp sword energy hitting the dark clouds could only cause waves of ripples, but could not harm Yuan Suiyun at all. However, Ximen Chuuxue had to pull himself together for the moves issued by Mr. Bat.

The sword light was extinguished in the space, but the darkness continued to spread like night, compressing the light. As time went by, Ximen Chuuxue was forced into a corner.

"This martial art is really interesting." Part of Qian Heng's zhenqi scattered in the space was also corroded and destroyed by the Great Dark Sky, leaving some gaps in his observations, and the rigor of the data was weakened to a certain extent.

Hu Tiehua couldn't help but said: "If this continues, it seems that the owner of Ximen Village is about to lose, and Yuan Suiyun is going to leave with us."

Hua Manlou said lightly: "Although I don't like Ximen Chuuxue, Yuan Suiyun still has some wishful thinking in wanting to defeat him."

Hua Wuque also smiled slightly and said, "Ximen Zhuang Master is fighting back."

At this time, the sword light had been oppressed to the limit by the darkness, and it looked like a candle in the wind, which might be extinguished at any time.

In the next moment, the candlelight turned into the sun, and the endless sword light erupted violently like the sunrise. For a moment, it seemed to make people feel that they were in the midsummer noon.

The sword light of the oppressed pole drew a straight trajectory like a shooting star, and made a "stabbing" sound like tearing apart a brocade, cutting through the dark sky that had always been helpless before.

Yuan Suiyun's reaction speed was as fast as lightning and flint. When Ximen Chuuxue's Sky-Splitting Sword Light appeared, he realized that something was wrong. The peerless lightness kung fu was raised to the extreme, and he moved across the sky like a big bat, narrowly avoiding the blow to the head. However, he was still hit by the sword energy from across the air, and the clothes on his upper body were shattered into pieces, leaving a two-foot-long sword mark on his chest.

The scar wasn't very deep, but it was still entwined with the icy sword energy. Yuan Suiyun could only use the Great Dark Sky again to dissolve the remaining sword energy on his body.

There was only half of the jade flute left in his hand, and the imperial jade, which was ten times harder than steel, could not stop Ximen Chuuxue's sword. Obviously, he was the one who lost this time.

Ximen Chuuxue has been spying on the flaws of the dark sky. Although this set of newly formed martial arts is strange and powerful, it has not been tempered. On weekdays, Yuan Suiyun just figured it out by himself, and occasionally used it to rely on the strong to bully the weak. It was not really used at the same level. The actual combat of a master, so this time he caught some loopholes that he didn't even think of.

Yuan Suiyun sighed in his heart, in fact, what Ximen Chuuxue caught was not a real flaw, his hypothetical environment for using this martial art was originally the darkest night, and the hall was brightly lit, so it was normal to lose.

Ximen Chuuxue sheathed his sword and returned to Lu Xiaofeng's side. Yuan Suiyun sighed softly without trying to argue, "I lost the second round!"

The current situation is obvious, one victory and one defeat, and he has to win one more game to get rid of the fate of death. Although Qian Heng's side also has bad intentions, they should not take his life.

But after two battles, his true energy has dropped to less than half, and his mental strength has also been consumed a lot. If he is dealing with the first-class expert Hua Manlou, he is naturally confident, but if it is Hua Wuque, he will definitely lose.

Lu Xiaofeng would only let Huamanlou take action unless he was stupid, and the most important thing was that all his trump cards had been exposed. Hua Wuque had observed for a long time and basically understood his martial arts and habits. Can't compete with Yihuajieyu, the first of the three palm techniques.

"The original owner tried his best to recover. Hua only wants fairness and will not take advantage of other people's danger. I just hope that I can get justice for my aunt later." At this time, Hua Wuque returned to his appearance as the good son of Zhuoshi, and the words between his words The time was quite gentle, but everyone present knew that he would never be soft-hearted later.

(End of this chapter)