The Heavens: Starting from the Monk of the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 383

"Turn~"

The real martial sword in Luo Qingyang's hand was like a spirit snake, it turned around and slashed at Master Kongwen's dragon claw hand with the blade.

Even Master Kongwen's Shaolin Dragon Claw Hand and Great Vajra Finger are as hard as iron, and it is no problem to split mountains and rocks.

But it is also difficult to compete with the real martial arts sword, which is a peerless magic weapon that cuts iron like mud.

If Luo Qingyang really hit him, Master Kongwen could even imagine that his palm was cut off.

"Clang~"

Suddenly, there was a metal collision, which was extremely loud in the air.

Master Kongwen came later, flicked the finger of his right hand, and hit the blade of the Zhenwu sword.

The terrifying force caused the True Martial Sword to deviate from its trajectory and stab Luo Qingyang in the opposite direction.

"Come again."

Luo Qingyang flipped in the air, releasing the power from the real martial arts sword, and the internal force was instantly activated.

The real martial arts sword that looked like a soft belt swept towards Master Kongwen's Shenmen acupoint again.

Seeing this, Master Kongwen hastily responded with moves, sometimes using Shaolin Dragon Claw Hands and sometimes powerful Vajra Fingers, alternately.

Even though his internal strength was more than a notch higher than that of Luo Qingyang, he still couldn't defeat Luo Qingyang in a short period of time.

This kid's sword is slanted forward, extremely weird, and it is impossible to guard against it. If you don't pay attention, you may be stabbed by him.

"Nephew Song Xian's talent in swordsmanship is rare and rare. Not only has he practiced the soft sword around the fingers and the thirteen swords of Shenmen to perfection, but he also fused the two swordsmanship to derive a brand new swordsmanship."

Master Kongwen has seen the Seven Heroes of Wudang, and they are far less difficult to deal with when they use the soft sword around the fingers and the thirteen swords of the Shenmen.

No matter what kind of single sword technique, there are traces to follow, and it can be intercepted and resisted in advance.

However, these two swordsmanship were erratic in Luo Qingyang's hands, and there was no trace to be found.

If it weren't for his profound internal strength, and the Shaolin Dragon Claw Hand and Dali Vajra Finger had also been trained to a very high level, he might not be able to stop Luo Qingyang's continuous attacks.

"The master is wrong."

Luo Qingyang smiled frankly, and made a sharper move.

When he was in Wudang, he had never used the two swordsmanship together.

Because he was worried that he would not be able to hold back and hurt his family at that time, now he has time to hear the master's advice, which is exactly what he wants.

It was the first time this fusion swordsmanship showed its power, and Luo Qingyang was still extremely unskilled, and it was only because of his strong calculation ability that he did not lose control.

"found it."

Luo Qingyang's eyes lit up, and the ladder cloud under his feet changed into Wuhen Treading Snow, and his speed was pulled up sharply.

Like a wild goose, he leaped into the crowd, and the real martial arts sword in his right hand returned to its original shape.

At the same time, he quickly counted with his left hand, targeting the thief hiding behind the crowd.

"How brave!"

Hebi Wengxuan blocked Zhang Wuji in front of him.

He never expected that he was not discovered by Zhang Sanfeng, but was discovered by a disciple of the third generation of Wudang.

Moreover, this kid dared to attack him directly, obviously the opponent had a strong self-support.

He Biweng didn't dare to ignore a person who could defeat the monk of Kongxing with a single sword, let alone this place is Wudang Mountain.

That person was already invincible decades ago.

However, a faster figure than Luo Qingyang grabbed Zhang Wuji away.

Just like that, Crane Biweng was exposed in front of Luo Qingyang, and the sword had already stabbed him.

Seeing this, Crane Biweng hastily turned around to avoid being fatally injured.

"Pfft~"

The long sword entered the body.

Luo Qingyang's True Martial Sword pierced He Biweng's left shoulder.

At the same time, He Biweng's Xuanming Divine Palm also came over.

Luo Qingyang stepped on Xue Wuhen, and spun violently in the air, turning his body around.

The real martial arts sword in his hand also spun at the same time, causing a muffled groan from the other side.

When he landed, Crane Biweng had already disappeared, and this guy ran faster than a dog.

"There is no mastery at all."

Luo Qingyang curled his lips, and he didn't dare to chase after him alone, there was still a certain gap in strength between him and He Biweng.

Even if He Biweng was injured, Luo Qingyang at this moment did not dare to say that he could win.

"Qingshu, are you alright?"

Yin Liting hurriedly asked.

He just saw that Luo Qingyang was hit by that man's palm, and it was regarded as an exchange of injuries.

"Uncle Six, I'm fine. I'll be fine after a few days of recuperation. How about seeing Wuji first?"

When Luo Qingyang flipped in the air, even though he avoided the frontal palm, he was also hit by the strong wind from Xuanming's divine palm.

The most yin, the most evil, and the most poisonous wind hit his shoulder, and now it hurts a little.

"Amitabha, I didn't expect there to be Mongols among us."

Master Kongwen's complexion was a little bad.

Now that Luo Qingyang is injured, he can't take advantage of others.

As the abbot of Shaolin, he couldn't afford to lose this person. He probably had to change this matter, or let it go.

"Father! Mother!"

Zhang Wuji looked at Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu excitedly.

In the Mongols, he suffered inhuman torture, and he never told the whereabouts of his adoptive father.

"Wuji, you're fine."

Tears welled up in Yin Susu's eyes, and she finally found her own child.

"Are you still fighting or not?"

All the people in the martial arts world did not give up easily.

What kind of warm reunion has anything to do with them? They just want to know the news about the dragon sword.

"Amitabha, nephew Song Xian was seriously injured when he fought against the Mongols earlier. I don't want to take advantage of the danger, so I should change."

Master Kongwen immediately proposed a substitution plan.

As for whether Wudang should change or not, it was exactly what he wanted. After all, there was no need to continue this fight.

Even if Luo Qingyang can't defeat him, he can consume a lot of his internal energy. At that time, Song Yuanqiao or Yu Lianzhou can defeat him again.

There is only one Kong Zhi left, so how can it be the opponents of the others in turn.

This group of martial arts practitioners can't even wait for a quarter of an hour, how can they be given time to recover their internal strength.

"It's okay, my nephew can still fight again."

Luo Qingyang didn't take half a step back, his swordsmanship hadn't been polished yet!
If he hadn't found Zhang Wuji and He Biweng, he wouldn't have suddenly changed course and killed them there.

"Forget it, I, Shaolin, will no longer participate in this matter. When nephew Song Xian recovers from his injuries, I will ask my nephew for advice again when I have a chance."

Master Kongwen borrowed the donkey from the slope, directly planning to stop the fight, and Shaolin withdrew from Wudang.

Just the third generation of Wudang can stop them. Wudang is really not afraid of making enemies of Wulin.

"Amitabha, Shaolin will go down here."

Kongzhi saw Master Kongwen's plan, so he chose to leave Wudang Mountain.

Next, what those martial arts sects will do has nothing to do with Shaolin. Anyway, Shaolin doesn't want to make enemies with Wudang.

Ever since, the mighty Shaolin people went down the mountain like this, and everyone who watched was dumbfounded.

Except for a few mature guys, they can vaguely guess something.

"Zhang Wuxia, I'm here today for Xie Xun's whereabouts. I have to avenge the death of my family. Please let me know."

She is now alone in Shendaomen.

She approached Xie Xun firstly for revenge, and secondly for the Dragon Slaying Saber, to find out why.

"Shaolin fought on behalf of you, and now you have all retreated, are you going to break your promise?"

Mo Shenggu preached with righteous indignation.

This group of people are really shameless, they let Shaolin fight before, but they still didn't give up after the battle.

Sure enough, people's hearts are not enough to swallow elephants, and these so-called decent families are not so beautiful.

"Mo Qixia's words are wrong. Shaolin only lost one match, and the follow-up competition has not been carried out. Naturally, it is not counted."

Yang Liu from Shendao Sect aroused the enthusiasm of the people present with a few words.

"Yes, that's right, Shaolin didn't lose, so it doesn't count."

"That's right, the battle between the three monks of Shaolin and the Seven Heroes of Wudang didn't go on at all, how could it count?"

"Zhang Wuxia, please also inform Xie Xun's whereabouts. We won't go down the mountain until we get news."

The people present made trouble again, and they must ask why.

Anyway, Wudang Mountain can't kill them. How can it be so if they are dignified and upright.

"Do you really think I'm Wudang to be bullied? Who wants to know Xie Xun's whereabouts, come to fight, it's easy to beat me."

With a flick of Luo Qingyang's long sword, the real martial arts sword lay across his side, giving him a sense of sight that one man is in charge of the gate, and ten thousand men can't open it.

The people around were immediately startled. Among them, how many of them could be the opponents of the three monks of Shaolin.

The monk Kongxing lost one move, and Master Kongwen couldn't stand it for a long time, which is enough to show how powerful Luo Qingyang is.

"Even if Zhang Cuishan died today, it is impossible to tell the whereabouts of his sworn brother."

Zhang Cuishan roared righteously.

Of these so-called decent sects, only the Emei sect has never been aggressive and just watched the show from the sidelines.

They probably just watched the fun, and it would be better if they could hear Xie Xun's whereabouts.

If you can't get the whereabouts of Xie Xun, then you can't break the relationship with Wudang.

"Zhang Wuxia, you are so hypocritical. If your wife and children were killed and someone knew the whereabouts of the thief, wouldn't you force me to ask?"

Yang Liu from Shendaomen has a very poisonous mouth.

But it's also the same reason, Xie Xun killed too many people in the Jianghu.

Unless Wudang is against Quan Wulin, even if they don't ask about Xie Xun's whereabouts today, this group of people will press against each other in the future.

"Since ancient times, loyalty and righteousness have been inseparable. I, Zhang Cuishan, will not be that inhumane person."

Zhang Cuishan turned his back to Zhang Sanfeng.

At this time, Zhang Sanfeng was taking care of Zhang Wuji wholeheartedly, and he didn't notice this at all.

Without saying a word, this guy took out a dagger and stabbed himself in the chest.

In a blink of an eye, he collapsed on the main hall, seeing many decent martial artists with extremely ugly faces.

Today they forced Zhang Cuishan to death, but in the future, Wudang Mountain may not be so easy to go to.

"Five brothers!!!"

Yin Susu held Zhang Cuishan in her arms, crying like a splinter.

I have to say that compared to Zhang Cuishan, Yin Susu's acting skills are much better.

Before he died, he asked Zhang Sanfeng to take care of Zhang Wuji, and then asked Zhang Wuji to remember these villains.

If it wasn't for Luo Qingyang giving her a wink, she wouldn't be in a hurry to commit suicide and play on the spot.

Now that both Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu are dead, everyone dare not continue to force each other, they must not force the last child.

Maybe it would really anger Zhang Sanfeng and kill them all.

"The shame you bestow on Wudang today, I, Song Qingshu, will visit you one by one in the future."

Luo Qingyang was full of murderous intent, which made people feel terrified.

They didn't doubt that Luo Qingyang might really kill people in Wudang Mountain, and they hurried down the mountain one by one.

As for Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu, they were carried to their house.

Hastily used wound medicine to stop the bleeding of Zhang Cuishan and Yin Susu, so as not to bleed too much and die.

What gave Zhang Sanfeng the most headache was Zhang Wuji's Xuanming Divine Palm, there was no cure for it.

(End of this chapter)