Comprehensive martial arts: He was in the Jin Kingdom, but he returned to the Southern Song Dynasty

Chapter 29 Fighting against Li Yanzong (Part )

There is no snow on the mountain, but the wind is still strong, blowing the sea of ​​trees, and the coniferous trees rustle, creating an extremely loud and pleasant sound.

When everything reaches its extreme, it always moves in the opposite direction. The sound was loud enough, and in the vast emptiness on the top of the mountain, there was an indescribable silence.

Heaven and earth are quiet.

The world is quiet, but people are always moving. Not just moving, but also fighting, even more fighting, more than just fighting, it was simply brutal.

Bhikkhu Chuji is stronger than Bhikkhu Chuji. Even if he faces the same move, Bhikkhu Chuji will always be more calm, relaxed and good-looking.

In Wanyankang's eyes, his legs could be compared to swords, but when he was actually using them at this moment, the swords had no effect. Zhui Ming turned his legs into soft whips and sledgehammers, either as light as a weeping willow, or as fierce as a thunderbolt. , always able to dodge a move that shouldn't be avoided, and counterattacked from time to time, which made Li Yanzong feel tremendous pressure.

So Li Yanzong showed more skills, his sword light became more powerful and changed more. With several consecutive moves, black light surged, killing intent shrouded the pursuit of life.

Countless weapons in the form of weapons spurted out from his hands, creating all kinds of offensive attacks that ordinary people could not imagine. Except for sharp weapons, blunt weapons, and concealed weapons when facing Qiu Chuji, sometimes the handle of the knife was used as a fist to strike, sometimes the tip of the knife was used as a finger point, and sometimes the knife even turned into a pen, with iron painted on silver hook, and the imagination was free.

These moves are so ridiculous that they are difficult to understand. They all coincide with the principles in martial arts and play a great role.

To any warrior, it is no different than a glance from a deep spring. First clear water emerges, then a fish jumps out, then a tiger jumps out, then a bird flies out, and finally a man crawls out.

All kinds of indescribable vitality seem to evolve and weave from his knife, multiplying and multiplying.

Li Yanzong's sword skills became more exquisite, his artistic conception became more meaningful, and his life-seeking legs could no longer withstand it. He gradually became the west wind overwhelmed by the east wind, and was very likely to be completely crushed to death, and there would never be a chance to overwhelm the east wind in turn.

After dozens of moves, the energy became increasingly difficult to withstand, so Zhui Ming had no choice but to avoid the sharp edge.

The two Qinggong monks had a higher level of intelligence. They could fly up and down, leap left and right, and appear anywhere within a radius of more than ten feet at any time. They were as light as two feathers, but one followed closely behind the other, chasing after the other. Chasing fate is difficult to achieve on one's own. Gradually, he is clumsy on the left and right, barely managing to survive.

Lu Chen saw too many such situations tonight. Liang Ziwen was in front of him, Qiu Chuji was just now, and Zhui Ming was now. The three people's martial arts were very different, but in front of the stronger ones, they were always exactly the same. Embarrassed.

In fact, in any battle with huge differences, there is a party playing this role. Li Yanzong is so powerful now, and when he meets Qiao Feng, he will probably be in the same situation.

On the other side, Qiu Chuji fell to the ground, half-kneeling on the ground, his bun was messed up, and his black hair was hanging down. He was breathing heavily, relying on a sword stuck on the ground to hold himself up and adjust his breath silently.

There were multiple knife wounds all over his body, cutting off his clothes, his crown, and even the long sword. There were also large and small gaps. A Taoist master with a good moral character is now almost like a wandering beggar. Fortunately, he had no obvious injuries.

Lu Chen knew that he only seemed to be uninjured, but in fact every time the swords collided, or the sword cut his clothes or crown, Li Yanzong's internal force invaded the meridians one by one, destroying, impacting, oppressing, and destroying Qiu Chu's body in every possible way. destroy.

At a martial arts level like theirs, external injuries are nothing, while internal injuries are the most terrifying. It will take a long time to regain combat strength.

Unfortunately, reality is never that leisurely.

So Qiu Chuji only gasped slightly, then immediately forced himself to take a breath and cursed loudly, "Xixia dog, look at the Taoist sword coming!"

The words were very majestic, but unfortunately, as soon as he finished speaking, he vomited a mouthful of blood, and his majesty turned into embarrassment.

But spitting out a mouthful of blood seemed to stimulate a hidden potential in his body, making Qiu Chuji radiant and energetic. Regardless of the hidden dangers of serious injuries on his body, he joined the battle group with his sword and man, just to chase his life and relieve the pressure.

But Lu Chen was still watching in the dark.

He wanted to help, but rationally said that he couldn't help now and was just a burden to bad things. At this critical moment, he inexplicably thought of Sleeping Beauty Bao Xiruo. Lu Chen had always emphasized that she would do bad things, and she did. She was the cause of this!
But Wanyankang is her son after all, not to mention she has also been a big help. Lu Chen was not qualified to blame her harshly for this matter. He could only tell himself repeatedly in his heart that he would never become the second Bao Xiruo.

On the battlefield, the two men worked together to attack Li Yanzong. The situation of the battle was reversed, and the three men fought fiercely. Qiu Chuji breathed and breathed, and endured the severe pain in his meridians every time he struck. But the more pain he felt, the more intense his sword skills became. The pain turned into anger, and the anger increased the power of his sword energy.

The overwhelming sword light was originally a symbol of his inability to reach the extreme level of his true energy, but at this moment, it was brilliant and brilliant. A series of sharp sounds of sword energy tearing through the air could be heard, each sound was so sharp that it seemed to pierce the ears. break.

Li Yanzong originally thought that he had caused the Taoist priest to lose his fighting ability due to internal injuries, but he underestimated Qiu Chuji's strong temper. The Taoist priest was totally fighting against him.

Still saying the same thing, Qiu Chuji was willing to fight tooth and nail, but Li Yanzong was unwilling and reluctant. In fact, he is one against two, and the probability of victory or defeat is divided into 64%, so he is still the dominant side. But the self-proclaimed future Emperor of Yan, the so-called son of a rich man, would never be willing to gamble with two "mean lives."

In the previous fights, Li Yanzong showed no expression on his face. He seemed to have faced two innate masters one after another, and it was not more than a piece of cake, or at most two pieces of cake. Until now, he finally frowned for the first time, his eyes angry.

This Taoist!
Li Yanzong slashed his blade, blocking the life-seeking legs. At the same time, he pointed his toes and retreated, deliberately breaking away from the battle and temporarily avoiding Qiu Chuji's sharp edge. In his judgment, the force of Qiu Chuji's sword was stronger than any previous move. This was some kind of temporary burst of martial arts that would not last long.

If Qiu Chuji knew this idea, he would be extremely shocked and suspected that Li Yanzong was also a loyal reader of Journey to the West.

Just because Li Yanzong thought it right.

Qiu Chuji just used the secret technique recorded in Journey to the West. This book is very famous, but the martial arts skills he learned are all strange and cunning, whether it is disguise modification, fake death, or changing the voice and pinching the throat. This move is the only one that is most effective in breaking out all the energy.

Li Yanzong was able to fight one against two and gain the upper hand. In addition to his extremely high martial arts skills and sufficient knowledge in martial arts, he is fully aware of any intentions of Qiu Chuji and Zhui Ming, and can make the most correct choice at any time.

But his martial arts knowledge is high, and his pursuit of life is definitely not bad. The only difference is that Zhui Ming never read secret books or practiced martial arts hard in Huanshi Shui Pavilion, but started from the bottom up, climbed and rolled, was born in the rivers and lakes, and walked in the mountains and fields.

In other words, this is not knowledge, but experience and experience.

——Now, this experience and experience also enable Zhui Ming to make the most correct decision.

As soon as the blade went away, he immediately followed up, planted one foot on the ground, and kicked the other foot forward. It was like a sickle, hanging high on the back of the knife, pulling back desperately.

Li Yanzong was hindered, so he cursed, twisted his wrist, and the blade of the blade changed from straight to curved, intending to cut Zhui Ming's ankle.

During the movement, the sword energy floated in waves, attacking from all directions, but they were all resolved one by one by the life-seeking inner energy.

When the edge was about to come, Zhui Ming turned around and jumped into the air. This time, instead of hanging one foot on the back of the knife, he locked both feet firmly on the blade. His whole body turned with the direction of the blade, as if hanging on the blade, ensuring his safety at all times, but not letting Li Yanzong escape. Others are waiting in mid-air like a target. Li Yanzong did not give up this opportunity, and pulled hard, pulling and pulling, and a sword light split the sky and covered the earth.

When the crisis was approaching, Zhui Ming exhaled, tapped his toes, and was finally forced to leave the blade. He ducked sideways to avoid the force of the blade that could cut him in two.

But the sword's strength failed, and he once again moved with the wind and hung on the blade again.

Zhui Ming has become a clinging leaf soaked in water. When the wind blows, it rises a few inches, but as soon as the wind passes, it immediately falls down and sticks to its previous position again, as if it had never left.

After several moves, he couldn't get rid of the entanglement. Li Yanzong finally became furious and said, "I don't know whether to live or die!"

He didn't want to be entangled anymore, so he withdrew his hand, abandoned the sword in anger, and passed through the encirclement of Zhui Ming and Qiu Chuji in the slightest moment. Once the sword energy and leg strength merge, it is like a raging dragon intertwined at both ends, crushing a waist knife into pieces and scattering it into pieces scattered around the world.

Both Zhui Ming and Qiu Chuji were in shock at this moment, never expecting that he would make such a choice. In their hearts, Li Yanzong is a master of swordsmanship. He abandoned his weapons and reduced his killing power, no longer threatening him.

Only Lu Chen knew that Li Yanzong was proficient in eighteen kinds of weapons, whether it was a sword, a sword, or bare-handed, it was all the same to him. If I have to say it, he is good at "Dragon City Sword Technique", "Shenzhen Finger", "Bei Ba Spear" and "Dou Zhuan Xing Yuan".

Zhui Ming and Qiu Chuji were stunned for just a moment. They looked at each other and immediately thought of similar possibilities. The two of them could not believe how terrifying this opponent was, and they also knew that they could not let Li Yanzong leave, so they attacked together, one on the left and the other on the right.

Li Yanzong galloped away, keeping a certain distance from the two of them.

Seeing that he was about to be overtaken, he suddenly turned around, and changed from running away to retreating. At the same time, he curled his fingers with both hands and made a soft popping sound at the two of them.

He finally showed his true skills.

In Lu Chen's realm, one should not see the invisible finger strength under any circumstances. But in the state of mind, all the details detected in reality can be reproduced, but it only has to go through a complicated process of "recording", "reappearance", "speeding up" and "refining".

After a slightly slow time, he was able to clearly see the slightly fluctuating airflow in mid-air, and then Zhijin flew out invisible and qualityless, either straight or curved, flying and turning.

Once the finger strength is established, it will form an offensive that will bombard you indiscriminately and find no chance of survival.

Zhui Ming and Qiu Chuji were chasing after each other with great momentum, but they were caught off guard by the sudden counterattack.

It's like suddenly walking into a dangerous passage. The front, back, left, right, and top all become scenes set up in advance. After a certain period of time, they explode one by one.

Lu Chen saw the clues. Li Yanzong did not list Zhui Ming and Qiu Chuji as targets. The real targets of his Shenhe Finger were the massive fallen and broken trees and forest leaves piled up under their feet.

It was raining and snowing at this time, and the land was moist, making it naturally difficult to ignite. However, because the leaves are piled so thickly that only the top layer is like this, the layers of dead leaves underneath are extremely dry and can catch fire at the slightest touch.

Some of Li Yanzong's finger strength lacked penetrating power, but carried a large amount of heat energy. Some finger strength was completely pushed by an invisible wall, forming a strong wind.

He played one fingering technique to the extreme, with almost seventy-two variations. Now all the pointing energies are coming together. A large number of dead leaves were first blown into the air, blocking out the sky and the sun, and then were beaten one by one by fingers, causing sparks to fly everywhere.

In an instant, sparks hit sparks, dead leaves hit dead leaves, and they spread from one to ten, like a large amount of gunpowder falling from the sky. Rumbling sounds came one after another, and countless fire dragons burst into flames, carrying both golden and red light and fire, and engulfed the two of them.

Li Yanzong sneered and finally stopped. But halfway through the laughter, it stopped abruptly and turned into something gloomy and terrifying.

"Taoist Master, please come back."

In the gushing flames, Zhui Ming was still frightened, but he pulled Qiu Chuji, who was furious, and patted his waist, and the wine gourd suddenly flew into the air.

The wine gourd kept spewing out, and a gurgling clear spring-like wine spread all over the sky and the earth, but it condensed but never dispersed, and stayed but never fell. They became spiritual and possessed spirits, like large and small beads falling onto a jade plate and being strung together, forming an orderly round shape. A wine curtain shaped like a rain curtain was wrapped around him and Qiu Chu's fuselage.

Lu Chen had never seen this move before, and was stunned for a moment before realizing that this was a life-seeking "stealing secret". But he was even more worried, because alcohol might be more flammable than dead leaves. If he wanted to rely on this defense, Zhui Ming and Qiu Chuji might have been roasted suckling pigs, but now they would become roasted charcoal pigs.

Even Li Yanzong looked hesitant, as if he wanted to be happy but felt it was too early to be happy now.

They really thought too much. Zhui Ming might not have studied chemistry, but he definitely knew the most basic common sense. After the wine curtain was formed and before it was tainted with flames, an order was given from inside.

"go with!"

Suddenly, the wine scattered in all directions and turned into thousands of beads. Each bead accelerates and flies out, like a projectile that has been accumulated for a long time on a slingshot. The most important thing is that it passes through the sea of ​​fire. Each bead takes away part of the heat energy of the flames. The fire dragon that was originally spinning and rising into the sky is all missing arms. My legs are short and riddled with holes.

"it is good!"

When Qiu Chuji saw it, his spirit was shaken and he understood immediately. The sword light splashed out together, like mercury leaking to the ground, setting off the wind and sword pressure, sweeping across all directions.

If the fire is large, his approach will be counterproductive. The wind will help the fire, making the fire worse. But now is the right time to kill all the fire dragons that have been robbed of their heat one by one.

When pursuing life, never forget Li Yanzong. Li Yanzong was neither blind nor a fool. Wherever a person like him stands, the enemy must look and investigate, so Qiu Chuji puts out the fire and chases his life to stop him. With a thought in his mind, he smiled and said, "Brother Li, please have a drink!"

Those overwhelming projectiles were like flying fire meteors, passing through the wind and flames, flying towards Li Yanzong, either curved or straight, and coordinated seamlessly. It can be seen that Zhui Ming also learned a few tricks from Qingwu.

Drinks may seem unthreatening, especially to men. But this is a drink that can resist the joint finger, not to mention that they come with the force of wind and fire, each one is almost comparable to a projectile fired from a musket.

Li Yanzong naturally did not dare to look down upon him, with a very strange look in his eyes. He opened his hands and fiddled with his fingers, subconsciously forming a posture, but felt it was inappropriate and immediately eliminated the posture.

Turning to move his arms, his inner energy shook, and he flicked his fingers in succession, hitting the wine fire in mid-air with precision.

Could this posture be...

When Lu Chen saw this, the deepest impression was not his impenetrable pointing power, but the posture Li Yanzong had just put on. With a movement in his heart, he captured something that only he could know.

...the time has passed?
(End of this chapter)