Become a disciple of Huashan, but the Sword Sect

Chapter 226 A sword with intention

"Old thief Murong, your death has come." Xiao Yuanshan was about to take action to kill Murong and his son.

"Take them down." Master Xuanji gave the order, and the monks behind him immediately formed a Arhat formation and surrounded the Xiao family and his son.

Murong Bo seemed to be on the verge of death. He only needed to catch Xiao Yuanshan again to protect Shaolin's secret knowledge from being leaked to the greatest extent.

Xiao Feng and Xiao Yuanshan stood with their backs facing each other, their expressions solemn.

One hundred and eighty Shaolin monks could not stop them. Although the monks of the Xuan generation were strong in martial arts, they were not as good as Murong and his son.

The Xiaos and their sons can be dealt with separately, but the Arhat formation they formed is really no small matter.

Even if their father and son team up, they may not be able to break out.

Whoosh...

There were heavy stick shadows and strong winds swept away, and the Arhat formation quickly shrank.

'Moving Flowers and Connecting Jade' uses force to fight, which is very beneficial in group battles.

Bang bang bang bang...

Unexpectedly, the cold air invaded his body, and he felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. His teeth chattered and he shivered.

Master Xuansheng's eyebrows and beard were even covered with a layer of white frost between his breaths.

Lian Xing said calmly: "No one is allowed to touch them."

Suddenly, a blurry afterimage fell from the sky and flew past the monks in the front row with lightning speed.

"Don't be so presumptuous!" Master Xuan Sheng raised his right hand and used the 'Kasaya Demon Subduing Technique' to attack Lian Xing.

Fortunately, Lian Xing didn't do anything cruel, otherwise Xuan Sheng would have been frozen to death at this moment.

"If the girl insists on doing this, then don't blame me for being rude." Master Xuanji sighed helplessly, and was about to order the Arhat formation to attack again when he suddenly heard the sound of energy clashing not far away and suddenly stopped.

Master Xuanji clasped his hands together: "This matter is related to my Shaolin martial arts inheritance, so I would like to ask the girl to make it easier."

Accompanied by exclamations and clashes of sticks, the monks were on their backs and their positions were in chaos.

Everyone looked over in unison.

With the combined efforts of the three of them, the cold air in his body turned into wisps of white smoke steaming out from the top of his head.

The three masters, Xuan Nan, Xuan Tong and Xuan Mie, hurriedly put their palms on Master Xuan Sheng's back and used his kung fu to drive away the cold air.

The long sticks in their hands suddenly turned against each other, hitting their fellow disciples beside and behind them.

Master Xuanji's eyes narrowed: "What a powerful Yinhan internal power!"

All the eminent monks looked at each other.

Master Xuan Sheng was unable to resist the huge force coming at him. "Teng Teng Teng" took several steps back, suddenly feeling that his cassock had become bone-chillingly cold.

Lian Xing's right hand waved the sleeves lightly, and his cassock immediately rolled back, his speed became faster and his strength increased several times.

He saw the sword energy in Yan Bugui's fingers collapse and disintegrate, and the sweeping monk's right arm was hanging low, trembling.

Only then did everyone see clearly that the person who took action was none other than Lian Xing.

"Come again!" Yan Bugui turned his fingers into palms and swung them out.

The sweeping monk connected his fists with each other, throwing out seven punches in an instant.

These seven punches attacked Yan Bugui's forehead, jaw, throat, shoulders, arms, chest, and lower abdomen respectively, and they were so fast that it was indescribable.

Yan Bugui didn't dare to be careless, so he used the palm technique in Tianshan Zhemei's hand to eliminate and strike at the same time.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!
On the eighth move, he suddenly changed his move. His palm was like a butterfly piercing a flower, passing through the gap of the Sweeping Monk's fist and going straight to the middle door.

The sweeping monk returned his palms and connected them with each other. With a "pop" sound, he felt a layer of internal force rolling in like a raging wave crashing on the shore.

He took a step back.

Yan Bugui felt that the sweeper's palm power suddenly became empty, and his palm power also disappeared.

The sweeping monk said in surprise: "Is this the Yangguan Triple Layer of the Six Yang Palms of Tianshan Mountain?

Unexpectedly, in addition to the Beggar Clan and Dali Duan Clan, the benefactor also possesses the unique skills of the Xiaoyao Sect! "

"Master, you have great eyesight!" Yan Bugui was surprised. You can see the foundation of Yiyangzhi from his sword energy, this old monk's vision is really brilliant.

Yan Bugui asked curiously: "But I don't know what the master's palm was?"

The sweeping monk said: "This move is called "empty to the end", and it comes from Prajna Palm. It is the supreme art of Buddhist palm technique, aiming at the word "empty".

"It seems that the master has mastered the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin. Yan will have to learn a lesson today." Yan Bugui once again condensed the sword energy in his fingers. The sweeping monk smiled and said: "Buddhist martial arts is profound and profound, but I only have a superficial understanding of it. I don't dare to claim to be a master."

"Master, you are too modest." Yan Bugui chuckled, and used the "Huashan Dynasty" in the Five Mountains Sword Art, bringing up a brilliant sword light and stabbing the throat of the sweeping monk.

Seeing that his sword power was different and sharp, the sweeping monk's expression became solemn for the first time.

The 'three hells' pointed by Maha came out easily, and with three consecutive finger strikes, he barely managed to neutralize Yan Bugui's sword force.

But his body swayed, and the second sword followed closely. The "Songshan Shi" had a stern bearing, slashing and stabbing, like a spear and a halberd, brave and domineering, opening and closing.

The sweeping monk did not want to fight head-on, so he used the soft power of his palms and used the 'Demon Subduing Palm' to overcome the hardness with softness.

The seemingly light palm movements made Yan Bugui's sword defense perfect.

In terms of palm skills, he is even better than Xiao Feng, who also learned Demon Subduing Palm.

But in fact, the sweeping monk has used all his skills.

The Five Mountains Sword Technique is the essence of Yan Bugui's swordsmanship, how can it be so easy to deal with.

Before they knew it, the two of them were already fighting with each other.

In front of the Sutra Pavilion, two figures flashed and moved around, separated and then joined together, dazzling everyone who saw them.

The more the Shaolin monk saw, the more frightened he became. The old monk was clearly dressed as a servant monk in the temple. He was only ordained, but did not become a disciple, did not practice martial arts, or practiced Zen.

How come he has such profound martial arts cultivation?
He had used the seventy-two unique skills in his fight with Yan Bugui, and every move came easily without any hindrance.

Master Xuanji and other eminent monks of the Xuan generation were particularly shocked.

The seventy-two special skills are different in hardness and softness, and conflict with each other. If they are practiced at the same time, disaster will occur.

Could this old monk be Patriarch Bodhidharma still alive?

But even with this level of cultivation, when faced with Yan Bugui's swordsmanship, the sweeping monk always needs to perform several moves in a row to neutralize his attack.

Master Xuanji sighed secretly: "This man's swordsmanship is truly superb." He has a close relationship with Xiao Feng. With him here, it will be difficult to keep Xiao Yuanshan today. '

Just as he was secretly worried, a series of exclamations suddenly sounded in his ears.

Master Xuanji came to his senses, but saw that Yan Bugui's left hand had also condensed a sword energy.

What shocked him even more was that Yan Bugui's hands actually used two completely different sword techniques.

It is a magical skill to use both distraction and distraction!

The sweeping monk also unexpectedly became depressed.

Yan Bugui used the "Hengshan Movement" in his left hand and the "Taishan Movement" in his right hand. They were fantastic and changeable, a little majestic and clumsy, but they also had the same astonishing speed as fast as wind and thunder.

In just a short moment, the sweeping monk was overwhelmed and fell into a disadvantage.

He can still cope with one Yan not returning, but the two committee members are not strong enough.

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In an instant that was too fast to blink, a green light suddenly lit up in front of the sweeping monk's eyes.

It came so fast that he couldn't avoid it. The next moment, Yan Bugui's sword energy stopped at his throat.

A white beard was destroyed by the sword energy and fell fluttering from the chin of the sweeping monk.

"Master, I accept the concession." Yan Bugui dissipated his sword energy, took out the Yi Jin Jing and handed it to the sweeping monk.

He seriously doubted that the internal skill practiced by this monk was the Yi Jin Jing.

Other than that, there is no way to explain how the sweeping monk can master the seventy-two stunts perfectly.

"Ah!" Murong Bo suddenly screamed.

Everyone turned around and saw a skinny young man with a sword driven into Murong Bo's chest.

Everyone was reminiscing about the duel between Yan Bugui and the sweeping monk, but no one reacted.

"Tanzhi?!" Yan Bugui looked at the person who made the move in astonishment.

There were many people present who had reasons to kill Murong Bo, but it seemed that it was not You Tanzhi's turn.

"You are looking for death." Murong Fu roared angrily, stood up suddenly regardless of his internal injuries, and struck You TanZhi in the face with his palm.

"Stop." At the critical moment, Xiao Feng used the Dragon Capturing Skill from five feet away to pull You Tanzhi from Murong Fu's palm to his side.

Yan Bugui swooped over and said, "You brat, why are you so crazy?"

"Revenge." You Tanzhi said with hatred: "Without this old thief, there would be no Xiao Feng, there would be no Heroes Conference, and my father and uncle would not have died. He is the culprit."

(End of this chapter)