Become a disciple of Huashan, but the Sword Sect

Chapter 194: Not many people can defeat the young monk

The two came to the center of the avenue.

You Tanzhi recovered from the shock that Yan Bugui would actually teach him martial arts, and stared at the two people standing opposite each other.

The other guests in the tea shed, many of them wealthy and powerful, were also attracted to his attention.

Jiumozhi said: "The young monk is obsessed with martial arts and has learned a lot. Please be careful, sir."

He has seen that Yan Bugui is not an easy person, and he is determined to win the Nine Yin Magical Skills. He is worried that it will be difficult to win with only the 'Flame Sword', so he makes this statement in advance to avoid Yan Bugui later saying that he used other martial arts to win and denying it. deny.

"I know a lot, so if you have any skills, just use them." Yan Bugui gathered his energy and gathered strength, ready to wait.

The two are separated by a few feet.

Jiumozhi still clasped his hands together, but he didn't see any movement. Yan Bugui suddenly felt three strong winds rushing towards the three acupuncture points on his chest - 'Zigong', 'Yutang' and 'Tanzhong'.

Puff puff!

Yan Bugui clasped the ring finger, middle finger, and index finger of his right hand under his thumb and flicked out, and the three qi energy collapsed invisibly.

"One yang finger!!!" Jiumozhi's right hand pierced the sleeve of the monk's robe and used the 'Kasaya Demon Subduing Technique' to wipe out the five pure yang finger energies.

He himself swayed slightly and took a step back due to the shock. He kept attacking with his right hand and stabbed Yan Bugui's chest and abdomen with three fingers from afar.

Yan Bugui thought thoughtfully: "To summon the invisible and formless, is this the formless calamity finger?"

"That's right." Jiumozhi nodded: "It's one of the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin. But I don't know what kind of skill the young master used?"

A strong wind hit his face, and at the critical moment, Yan Bugui's right hand moved on Jiumozhi's right arm like lightning, and his Prajna Palm immediately hit him in the face.

Although the power of Jiumozhi's "Luo Zhongdong Ying" attack comes from a direct strike, it strikes from bottom to top.

Yan Bugui used softness to overcome strength, and used his left hand to attack with the Kong Ming Fist's "Empty Bowl Rice", using Yinrou Fist strength to resolve three finger forces in one fell swoop.

This move is the "three hells" referred to by Maha. The finger strength is extremely strong and fierce.

This is a martial art recorded in the Five Absolute Magic Skills, and it is similar to the "Yihua Jade" in Yihua Palace.

Jiumozhi couldn't help but retreat in shock, and said in a loss of voice: "Repay the other person with his own way? This is the fate of the Murong family in Gusu!"

"Magic power with the snap of a finger." Yan Bugui took a step forward. When he raised his right foot, it disappeared on the spot. When he landed, he was already in front of Jiumozhi: "Look at the Great Demon-Suppressing Fist."

clang!

The two fists were strong, and when they touched, it was like gold and iron clashing. Yan Bugui's fist suddenly raised.

"No." Yan Bugui said, "What I do is called transplanting flowers and grafting trees onto trees."

Jiumozhi was dubious, but suddenly an inexplicable smile appeared on his face. He lightly twisted the orchid finger of his left hand, and flicked the five fingers of his right hand. It was the orchid finger.

If this attack were to be carried out, half of his face would have to be gouged out.

Completely opposite to the Maha finger, the flower finger takes a feminine approach.

The punches were also extremely fierce, using the Shaolin School's 'Great Vajra Fist'.

Jiumozhi looked at the figure that suddenly flashed in front of him, his pupils contracted sharply. While marveling at his miraculous movement, which seemed like shrinking to an inch, his right fist came forward forcefully.

Yan Bugui used his masculinity to overcome it. He clicked five times with his right index finger in the air like lightning, shooting out five majestic pure yang finger forces, instantly defeating the force of the Nianhua Finger, and continued to shoot towards Jiumozhi with the remaining force.

Jiumozhi was shocked and turned pale. He raised his left hand to protect his cheek and blocked his right palm.

"Good boxing skills! Look at the Prajna Palm." Jiumozhi put his right palm forward close to his body to gather his true power, and struck out a palm as sharp as a knife to 'conquer the outsiders', directly towards the face.

"The young master is very knowledgeable, and the young monk admires him."

"Master possesses the secret knowledge of three schools, we are mutually beneficial to each other." Yan Bugui stepped forward again, and Jiuyin God's claws clawed at his throat.

The Tantric Flame Knife is from the same family, the Shaolin Sect is from the same family, and the Xiaoyao Sect is from the same family.

Jiumozhi didn't expect Yan Bugui to see the existence of the 'Small Wuxiang Gong'.

'Is it because he also practices Taoist internal skills? '

While thinking about it, Jiumozhi was not willing to be outdone and used his claws against his claws.

Shaolin dragon claw hand, tiger claw hand, Nirvana grasp, Indra grasp, take turns, one after another. With sharp wind-breaking sounds, his hands were all focused on Yan Bugui's throat and head, but he was still unable to break through the defense of Jiuyin Divine Claw.

Jiumozhi suddenly jumped up and kicked Yan Bugui in the chest with his legs.

Call ~

Yan Bugui took half a step back, made a circle with his right palm, and suddenly launched a palm force like a stormy wave.

Before Jiumozhi could get close enough, he was blown several feet away by the wind from his palm.

"Such a fierce palm power is the Twenty-eight Dragon Subduing Palms!" Jiumozhi Shen was shocked, and the surprise in his heart could not be increased.

Yan Bugui asked: "How is it? How does it feel like I am so proud and regretful?"

"The young monk has heard about the names of 'Northern Qiao Peak, Southern Murong' for a long time. Unexpectedly, today, in this way, he learned the unique skills of the two masters of the Central Plains." Jiumozhi still thinks that Yan Bugui's so-called 'transplanting flowers and grafting trees on others' is 'The stars change'.

The Duan family of Dali has mastered Yiyang Finger and the Twenty-eight Dragon Subduing Palms of the Beggar Clan. What's left of the Murong family of Gusu?

"Ordinary people don't have this opportunity. Master, you've made a lot of money." Yan Bugui pushed him out with another palm.

See the dragon in the field!

The wind roared in the palm, rolling up the gravel and dust on the ground, turning into a yellow dragon and rolling out.

Seeing the opponent's fierce attack, Jiumozhi couldn't help but look solemn, and the 'Flame Knife' immediately responded to the situation.

As his left and right hands alternated and slashed several times, the majestic palm power of "Seeing the Dragon in the Field" was suddenly split three feet in front of him.

"Master, be careful, Yan is going to do something too." Yan Bugui took out the purple bamboo flute from his waist as he spoke, and the true energy in his body moved with his heart, transforming into the extremely cold Mingyu true energy.

Jiumozhi was already on alert for 120,000 yuan. The opponent's fist and kick skills are so amazing, and his skill with weapons cannot be underestimated.

He decided to strike first for a chance to win. He slashed out two flaming knives from the air, and used his body skills to follow closely behind.

laugh!laugh!

Two scorching and sharp sword energy came towards his eyes with the rapid sound of breaking wind.

Yan Bugui put his left hand behind his back, and the purple bamboo flute came out lightly with the force of the sword, instantly dispersing the sword energy.

However, the scorching energy increased instead of decreasing. Jiumozhi stepped forward, raised his right hand and made a sword to slash violently. He used Shaolin's "Burning Wood Sword Technique" to launch a storm-like offensive, instantly destroying all the vital points of his upper body. All covered.

After mastering this 'wood-burning knife technique', you can make ninety-nine eighty-one quick cuts next to the wood, and ignite the wood with the heat of the knife without damaging the wood.

Coupled with Jiumozhi's flame knife, it can be said that it is even more powerful at this moment, rolling up majestic heat waves, layer upon layer, and endless.

Yan Bugui was unfazed. If it was about speed, that was his specialty.

The "Huashan Shi" mixed with the "Nanyue Hengshan" swayed out. Not only was the move swift and unparalleled, but it was also strange, dangerous, and unpredictable.

There is also a bone-chilling cold energy that overwhelms frost and snow. It is tit-for-tat with the flame sword energy, and there is a hint of counter-pressure.

Dang Dang Dang...

Jiumozhi condensed the sword energy on the edge of his palm, making it look like a steel sword. The purple bamboo flute contains the true energy of bright jade and is as strong as a sharp sword.

The sound of weapons clashing, under the fierce exchange between the two people racing at high speed, was almost a line, and the gap was completely inaudible.

Within a radius of two feet, sword energy permeates the air, and the sword energy is vertical and horizontal.

Everyone in the tea shed was dazzled by the sight. While they were yearning for it, they were also forced to retreat by the hot and cold energy that overflowed from the battle circle.

Suddenly, the sound stopped.

Jiumozhi struck out with eighty-one swords, but the power of the sword was exhausted, and the attack could not help but slow down. Just as he was about to change his moves, cold air suddenly invaded the "Neiguan points" on both wrists. The true energy was immediately blocked, and the flame sword energy dissipated instantly.

"not good!"

In less than a moment of shock, the purple bamboo flute swept across his chest, sealing eight of his acupuncture points, making it difficult for his body to move.

Yan Bugui stood tall and turned the purple bamboo flute between his fingers: "I accept it, Master."

Jiumozhi hurriedly used his kung fu to hit the acupuncture points, and in an instant he pressed his true energy nine times in a row, but was completely unable to shake the cold air in the acupoints. Finally, his expression darkened and he became slumped.

"The young master's martial arts skills are unparalleled, but the young monk has given up."

(End of this chapter)