The Green Shirts in the Martial Arts Rivers and Lakes

Chapter 265 General Outline of Xiaoyao School Martial Arts
If you really don't move, it's amazing.

Wu Yazi stared coldly at him, and stood up slowly, an invisible air force overflowed from each of the five fingers of his right hand, as if five long lines were released, one end was on him, the other end was tied to the air veins of Li Qiushui and the others, looking from afar , just like the substance, the green glow flowing, it is strange.

The five people's veins were restrained, they looked like puppets on strings, or like a kite on a string, they couldn't break free, and they were all shocked.

"Be careful, this is the 'Northern Bound Immortal Cable' transformed by Beiming's true energy."

Li Qiushui reminded urgently.

"Beiming true energy? Are Beiming's magical skills really that powerful?"

Chen Zhuo hid in the dark, seeing Wu Yazi's extraordinary skill, he also secretly focused on it.

Li Qiushui, Murong Bo, Jiumozhi, Ding Chunqiu, the four of them join forces, they are powerful enough to run amok in the world, they have no scruples, they don't think they can't even catch Wu Yazi's move in one face-to-face.

not only that.

The Beiming True Qi suddenly flowed backwards, pulled and pulled, and at the same time the Qi retreated, the internal energy in the five people was also drawn out, like a hooked fish, continuously gathering towards Wu Yazi's right hand.

Absorb people's internal energy from a distance?

That's not bad.

Murong Bo's old face tightened, but the surprise in his eyes turned and he retreated inexplicably, he praised without hesitation: You are worthy of being the leader of the 'Xiaoyao Sect', really amazing! "

"Hey!"

As he spoke, his feet sank instantly, his center of gravity stabilized, and his breath flowed countercurrently. His white hair, which was originally tightly bound, spread out one after another, and the roots stood upright, showing a vigorous, domineering and fierce sword intent. It rises and unfolds from its body.

Murong Bo didn't see any movement, his shoulders didn't move, his hands didn't move, but three feet away from him, he suddenly saw the dust rolling on the ground, and then whirled and whirled, strands of invisible sword energy manifested out of thin air, as fast as lightning , Surrounding the crowd.

The sword energy swam like a long river, and the stone powder was scattered on the surrounding mountain walls, leaving a series of criss-crossing and shocking sword marks.

Beiming's zhenqi, which originally hooked everyone, was cut off in an instant.

Chen Zhuo narrowed his eyes slightly, and didn't want to see him for half a month. This person's innate body-shattering and invisible sword energy has been so advanced. From that moment of concentration, it has reached such an astonishing level.

Needless to say, it was definitely the old ghost of the Murong family who helped.

Moreover, Li Qiushui and others got so close with Murong Bo and his son, presumably some kind of deal was reached.

"Look at your fingers!"

As soon as he was freed from the shackles, Murong Bo raised his sword finger, his eyes were wide open, and he pointed at a distance from the air, and the thousands of strong sword energy around him immediately rushed towards Wu Yazi like a torrent, fierce and menacing.

The strong wind blew up, his hair blew up, and Wu Yazi suddenly revealed his true face.

This man has a handsome appearance, his face is like a crown of jade, he is not frightened or frightened, he is almost a hundred years old, but he only looks at the age of knowing his destiny, it is amazing.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that the three elders of the "Xiaoyao School" are all beautiful and handsome, with amazing appearance, and all the kung fus have the effect of prolonging life and staying young.

It was that Ding Chunqiu, although he possessed terrifying poisonous kung fu and acquired evil auras all over his body, he had flowing silver hair, a shoulder-length beard, and a purple robe and crane cloak. Repair appearance.

None are ugly.

It seems that "Xiaoyaozi" must also be a beauty lover.

But said that the torrent of sword energy flew in front of him, and the strange color in Wu Yazi's eyes flashed away. Instead of being startled, he rolled up his sleeves and stood with his hands behind his back. The awns flowed, like a flat boat in the stormy wind and rain, but it was towering and motionless, as stable as Mount Tai.

The two forces collided, and the sword energy rushed in all directions in an instant, turning into several torrents, whirling and rolling in the cave, flying sand and rocks, the sky was dark and the earth was dark.

Seeing this, Chen Zhu also retreated to the side, temporarily avoiding the sharp edge.

In the hustle and bustle of the riots, Li Qiushui and others waited for the opportunity to move and made repeated moves, trying to break Wu Yazi's protective zhenqi.

But it was fine if they didn't do anything, but when they did, Wu Yazi actually swallowed all the strength into his body and turned it into his own use.

Li Qiushui was startled and horrified, and lost his voice: "This is not Beiming magic skill, what kind of kung fu did you practice?"

Wu Yazi didn't move, but his energy was rising layer by layer.

"That child Xinghe desperately snatched the "Shan Zi Jing" back for me. I thought it was only for healing, but I didn't expect that this strange scripture could make my Beiming magic skills reborn, and climb to an unprecedented level."

Although the Beiming Divine Art is miraculous, every acupuncture point in the body can absorb people's internal energy and turn it into Beiming's true energy, but it is far from being as overbearing as it is now.

Wu Yazi said with a gloomy look in his eyes: "And I also discovered one thing, apart from Wu Xingyun's "Eight Desolation and Liuhe Only I Respect Kung Fu", several kung fu of the Xiaoyao School have the same root and the same origin, they can complement each other, and can be combined into one method; it seems The master, the old man, still saved his skills back then, and he did not do his best in the general outline of his martial arts... I think Wu Xingyun is also aware of it. Rather than being subordinate to others for the rest of your life, it is better to make another extraordinary achievement and be the only one."

When Chen Zhuo heard this, his mood changed again and again.

The several great miraculous skills of the Xiaoyao School are all mysterious and extraordinary. If anyone can master them, they can stand alone in the martial arts world and conquer the world. I don't think it is just a part of the general outline of the Xiaoyao School's martial arts.

What kind of realm should the patriarch of the Xiaoyao School, "Xiaoyaozi" be?

First, an ancestor of the Murong family died nearly 200 years ago, and now he heard this anecdote again.

He had something different in his heart, if that was the case, this patriarch of the Xiaoyao Sect would probably be a very respectable figure.

Not sure, still in the world, there will be a while.

While speaking, Wu Yazi looked at the torrent of sword energy in front of him, seemed impatient, shook his arms, and the zhenqi outside his body instantly turned into a powerful force, like a huge wave, swaying in all directions.

The crypt shook suddenly, the stalagmites fell, and the stone pillars were broken, forcing everyone to retreat quickly.

Several people's faces changed drastically, and they were waiting to react when Wu Yazi moved suddenly, his feet pressed to the ground and rose into the air, as if relying on the wind to resist the wind, his figure stretched out in the air and turned into several phantoms.

In just a flash, a big hand appeared on Li Qiushui's slender neck.

"To this day, we are fighting each other from the same family, turning each other into enemies, all thanks to the word 'love', let me end this evil today, and break this love."

Wu Yazi clasped his neck with one hand, seeing this person struggling in his hands, he couldn't help feeling mixed feelings in his heart, but in the end all of them turned into coldness.

Li Qiushui was frightened at first, but when he heard this, his pretty face suddenly turned cold, and he also had the heart to die, and said in a hateful voice: "Wu Yazi, you are so cruel."

"Brother!"

But right now.

Suddenly, a beautiful figure flashed out of the darkness, it was a woman in white shirt.

This person is exactly the same as Li Qiushui, with the same facial features, but more dignified, delicate and delicate.

"Don't kill her."

Seeing this person, Wu Yazi's expression changed slightly.

"sea!"

Also at this moment, that Murong Bo suddenly turned his sword finger, and the sword energy directly approached the white-clothed woman.

"you dare!"

Wu Yazi's eyes were filled with murderous intent instantly, he threw Li Qiushui, his body flew, he took the white-clothed woman into his arms, and at the same time pushed out with his palm, scattering the sword energy.

But just as he was making the move, the delicate eyes of the woman in his arms turned dark and cold, she flipped her bare hand quietly, raised a sword finger, and tapped on Wu Yazi's Tanzhong acupoint like lightning, and the other His hands trembled, and a mouthful of snow-bright and cold light spit out from his sleeve in an instant, the sword screamed like a dragon, and the sword pierced his chest.

"Who are you?"

This person was extremely fast, he succeeded with one move, he retreated in an instant, narrowly avoided Wu Yazi's frightened and furious grab, and fell several zhang away.

When this person stood still, he lifted his right hand and took off the mask on his face, but he was a young man with a plump face like jade, eyes like stars, and a sense of arrogance all over his body, like a phoenix with its head raised.

It was Murong Fu.

This person's methods have also made great progress.

Wu Yazi's face turned pale, and he swam away with all his vigor, that finger was just a small injury to him, but the real fatal thing was that sword, which broke through his body's protective Qi without any hesitation. .

Chen Zhuo also looked at the divine sword in Murong Fu's hand, a black scabbard and snow blade, four feet long, exactly the same as the sword placed in the "Huan Shi Shui Pavilion", but this sword is full of sword spirit, it is clearly not The same handle, the tip of the sword still has a gleam, and when it falls down, there is a sword hole in the ground it is pointing at.

"Brother, originally we were to deal with Wu Xingyun and the people behind the scenes, but it seems that now we have to count you too." Li Qiushui rubbed his pinched neck and smiled like a crazy woman, "You are No matter how high the power is, it is impossible to recover all the old wounds and poisonous wounds from so many years in a short time."

Murong Bo's eyes lit up, and he said in a deep voice: "I think you are also a generation of geniuses, hand over the general outline of Xiaoyao Sect's martial arts, you, kill yourself!"

(End of this chapter)