Chapter 7 Chapter 6: Different Swordsmen
——After today, there will be no more Qingcheng faction in the world.
Upon hearing Ye Chenyuan's words, Song Zhen, Lu Yiwei, and Chen Hongli had no hesitation, the three of them had the same heart, and they rushed forward to attack Ye Chenyuan together!
When Ye Chenyuan saw the moves of the three of them, he smiled slightly, put the "Kanshui Sword" behind his back, and only used the "Lihuo Sword" with his right hand to draw a few "Tai Chi" chaotic rings in front of him, Song Zhen and others The three swords were led by him, and they collided with each other by themselves, making a mess.
Song Zhen and the others knew that this was a matter of life and death, no matter how terrifying the Wudang deputy head in front of them was, they still had to bite the bullet and fight on.Once the three swords were separated, they rushed again.
——If you don't hurt Ye Chenyuan first today, the Qingcheng faction will have no chance of surviving!
Ye Chenyuan ignored it, and used his agility to dodge with two big steps backwards.He had a dull expression on his face, as if after the duel with He Zisheng just now, he had no interest in the three people in front of him.
At the same time, Jiang Yunlan, who was beside him, quickly drew out the long sword at his waist, and rushed to attack Song Zhen's left side, forcing Song Zhen to return the sword to save herself, and only blocked the sword in front of her.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Yunlan's left claw, which was wearing iron armor, hit the back of his sword violently, and the blade pressed harder against Song Zhen.
Song Zhen hurriedly held the hilt of the sword with her left hand, and with the strength of both hands, she held Jiang Yunlan's sword two inches in front of her face, and her eyes were almost shot by sparks from the blade's clash, which was extremely dangerous.
——Unexpectedly, this frivolous guy, Kuaijian is so powerful!
Jiang Yunlan didn't pursue him one after another, but took a step back and stood in front of Song Zhen with the old long sword on his back.
"I've been watching all day, and my hands are itchy. How about Mr. Song playing with me?" Jiang Yunlan sneered.
Song Zhen originally didn't want to pay attention to him, and wanted to meet up with the two senior brothers again.But looking back, it turned out that two black-clothed disciples from Wudang had rushed up, one was holding a Yanling sharp knife, and the other was holding a pair of strange weapons, a pair of mandarin ducks, each of them was entangled with Lu Yiwei and Chen Hongli.
Before Song Zhen could decide what to do, Jiang Yunlan's long sword had already arrived.Although the fast sword was not as powerful as Ye Chenyuan, it was silent and invisible, and the harbinger of the attack was so slight that Song Zhen had to concentrate on dodging and guarding.
Song Zhen is at least the number two figure in the current Qingcheng School. Although she can't learn the "Male and Male Dragon and Tiger Sword" well, she has practiced all other high-level swordsmanship in Qingcheng.But under Jiang Yunlan's quick sword, he was forced to be out of breath.
The same is true for the other two sides, two Wudang "Bing Crow Dao" disciples who don't even know their names, are fighting alone, suppressing two famous seniors of the Qingcheng Sect.Especially the one with the mandarin duck axe, with a pair of steel rings covered with sharp knives in his hands, and his moves were weird. Chen Hongli was careless for a moment, a bloodstain was cut on the back of his right hand, and he almost lost the sword.
The talents trained by the Wudang faction are so prosperous.
--why?In just twenty years, the martial arts of the Wudang sect have surpassed ours to this extent?
"The martial arts of the Wudang school are invincible in the world." Song Zhen couldn't help feeling chills when she thought of what Ye Chenyuan said.
Zhang Peng's "Taoist disciples" in Qingcheng behind saw the three master uncles being attacked, and they all raised their swords and rushed to help.
On the other side, Wudang's 30 or so black-robed disciples saw the other party swarming up, and they rushed forward to fight at the same time.
The two sides turned into a chaotic group fight on the training field.
Yan Heng, who was sitting on the ground hugging his master, was about to pick up his sword and join the battle group, but one hand was firmly grasping his lapel.
He bowed his head.It was He Zisheng, still holding the "Tiger Pi" in the palm of his left hand, hooking Yan Heng's clothes with his fingertips.With this force, he touched the sword wound on his chest again, and sprayed a mouthful of blood on Yan Heng's face.
Yan Heng wiped away the blood mixed with tears around his eyelids, and looked at Master.
"Sihao..." He Zisheng murmured.A pair of gray eyes have blurred vision.
He still didn't know that Yu Sihao's head was already in a different place, and he mistook this youngest disciple who was holding him as the first disciple of Kaishan.
"Master..." Yan Heng replied, feeling very sad in his heart.He recalled the scene when Master smiled and stroked his hair this morning.
The touch of the palm is like that of a father.
He Zisheng tried his best to raise the "Male and Male Dragon and Tiger Sword" in his hand, and thrust it towards Yan Heng.
"Catch the sword..." He Zisheng spurted blood from his nostrils as he said.
Yan Heng caught the "Dragon and Tiger Sword" with his right hand, while his left hand was still supporting Master's head and neck.
"...take away...go...never..." He Zisheng moaned.His face was like that of a dying tiger. "...Don't let...outsiders...take away..."
A few bursts of screams caused Yan Heng to raise his head.
He saw that there were more than twenty people in the teaching field.It turned out that half of the "training disciples" who were standing on the sidelines resolutely rushed out despite only holding blunt iron swords in their hands, and joined the battle to defend Qingcheng.Unexpectedly, as soon as they joined, it was like a sheep meeting a wolf, and two of them were cut down on the spot by the Wudang sect's weapons.
In the chaotic battle, including Zhang Peng, several "Tao Chuan disciples" brothers had already died, but they still gritted their teeth and tried their best.
How much Yan Heng wanted to jump into this battlefield and fight side by side with his brothers.
For the survival and dignity of Qingcheng.
"Go..." He Zisheng reached out and touched Yan Heng's face. "For... Qingcheng faction..."
Yan Heng held the "Dragon Tiger Sword" tightly in his hand, his knuckles turned white.
"Let's go!" He Zisheng yelled with the last of his strength, his pale face seemed to regain his usual majesty at this moment.
——The majesty that no Qingcheng disciple dared to defy.
Yan Heng bit her lower lip.Bite hard enough to bleed.
He gently put the master's head and neck on the ground, kneeled down and kowtowed three times to He Zisheng, and then ran towards the hillside behind holding the "Male and Male Dragon and Tiger Sword".
Yan Heng did not escape Ye Chenyuan's eyes.Ye Chenyuan immediately raised the "Li Huo Sword" and pointed at Yan Heng who fled the training ground holding the two swords.
Xi Zhaoping also saw Yan Heng running away.He was fighting in the arena, but a whip punch smashed the shoulder of a Qingcheng disciple, and then he saw the running figure of Yan Heng outside the crowd.
Xi Zhaoping turned back and yelled at Deputy Head Ye, "I've had my eye on this kid! Let me chase him alone!"
Ye Chenyuan nodded and lowered his sword.
Xi Zhaoping was overjoyed, and immediately pulled up his feet, swinging that rock-solid right arm, opened a passage in the battlefield and escaped, and then galloped towards the direction where Yan Heng was escaping.
Song Zhen had already been stabbed everywhere by Jiang Yunlan's fast sword. Although it was not fatal, her physical strength was gradually lost with the blood.He glanced sideways.Senior brother Chen Hongli's body had already prostrated himself on the ground.
Song Zhen couldn't think about anything.Because Jiang Yunlan's long sword came again.
There were originally twelve "Taoist disciples" in Qingcheng who were still able to fight, but in a blink of an eye there were only eight left.Zhang Peng's left eye turned into a bloody hole.He covered his injured eye with one hand, while still waving his long sword with the other hand to resist.
Although he knew that it would not last long.
Most of the junior "mountain gate disciples" standing on the sidelines were already scared away by the bloody scene.
As for those Qingcheng "training disciples" who dared not take the initiative to join the battle group, several of them had already lost their minds after seeing the leader's defeat;They were too ashamed to watch the killing on the field.
Only Hou Yingzhi was still soberly watching the blood and steel flying in the arena.
Seeing the tragic death of Yu Sihao and Ding Zhaoshan, Song Li was already frightened into a coma.
Hou Yingzhi hugged Song Li's delicate body, still calm and speechless.He watched Qingcheng sect fellows being massacred one by one by the black-robed warrior's tricks.
Yan Heng's face was covered with the blood of his mentor, and his bun had long since come off. Holding the "Male and Female Dragon and Tiger Swords" upside down in both hands, he ran up the mountain in embarrassment. When I arrived at a cliff, it was surrounded by trees on three sides, but the east side was very open, and I could clearly overlook the "Xuanmen House" of the Qingcheng School below, as well as the teaching field next to the hall. Yan Heng stopped to take a look.I saw that the bloody battle in the center of the training field was still going on.But there are fewer and fewer people wearing green robes standing, and they are surrounded by people wearing black robes. —It's almost over. Yan Heng suppressed sobbing, and looked at the pair of Qingcheng sect holy swords in his hands again. ——Master gave me the last order, I must not fail. He took another step, going to drill into the depths of the woods.Over the years, he and his brothers have often run over the mountains to practice Qi, and the paths on the mountains are very familiar.As long as he walked through a few mountain trails, he believed that it would be difficult for those Wudang faction guys to find him. At this moment, there was a sound of branches and leaves bending behind.A short and sturdy figure rushed out from the forest path, and with extremely strong steps, he slammed into Yan Heng like a wild boar! Yan Heng dodged to the side in time and rolled twice before avoiding the impact. He looked up and saw that it was Xi Zhaoping who had abolished his brother Song Dehai's martial arts. Xi Zhaoping was still naked with his strangely shaped upper body, his arms were covered with thick calluses like scales, and one side of his eyes was still red, like a ghost coming out of a deep mountain. "Boy, didn't you want to come out and fight me just now?" Xi Zhaoping laughed. "I'll give you your wish now!" He said as he put on the posture of "Liangyi Jiequan", as if he was about to throw a whip fist. Yan Heng immediately raised his sword to guard.He was not good at using double swords, and he didn't know how to use such long and short swords, so he had to use only one "dragon spine" to point at Xizhaoping, and put the "tiger thorn" in his back belt. Xi Zhaoping made a gesture to attack, but he was just playing with Yan Heng.Seeing this kid pick up the sword nervously, he couldn't help laughing triumphantly. "Haha... brat, it's so fun!" He said fiercely, "I'll play with you slowly. Guaranteed to play longer than your trash brother!" "You...you..." Yan Heng furrowed his thick eyebrows angrily. "Too much deceit!" "Deceitful?" Xi Zhaoping called out strangely. "You mean 'bullying' you? Aren't you practicing martial arts? Do you have the nerve to say that you are being bullied by others? Aren't you fighting alone with your useless brother, and my deputy head and your master? I don't I'm also looking for you to fight one-on-one? And let you use a weapon. May I ask where you are deceiving? Didn't we give you the Qingcheng faction a chance to admit defeat? If you don't admit defeat, then you have to fight! Fight until one of them can't get up! Isn't that what warriors are supposed to do?" Yan Heng was so robbed by Xi Zhaoping that he had no way to refute it.What he said was right: Warriors practice martial arts with blood and sweat every day, isn't it just to become strong?Isn't it just obeying the law of the strong winning the weak?Yan Heng remembered that he stabbed Ghost Saber Chen at the foot of the mountain yesterday, isn't it the same thing? ... "We Wudang faction killed your elders, you can hate us, you can take revenge!" Xi Zhaoping said disdainfully: "But don't say such nonsense as 'deceiving'! Such useless words will pollute your Great master!" Yan Heng stretched out his sword and pointed to the teaching field below the cliff: "You guys won, is it necessary to kill them all like this?" "This blood feud has been forged today, and your living disciples will come to seek revenge on us one day." Xi Zhaoping said proudly: "The Wudang faction declared to the world that they are invincible, and there are still many things to do in the future for this hegemony. We don't have time to pay attention to you flies, so we can only say sorry. You will not die in vain. The Qingcheng faction's demise is a page in the invincible legend of our Wudang faction." "You're crazy!" Yan Heng's angry cry echoed in the mountains.He raised the "Dragon Thorn" and pointed it at the sky. "I, Yan Heng, made an oath that day, as long as I have one breath in this world, I will seek your Wudang faction to avenge this blood!" "Promising." It was not Xi Zhaoping who said this. The sound came from above their heads. Xi Zhaoping looked up.On a large tree with thick foliage, a figure sat on a thick branch.Behind the man was the sun in the sky, and Xi Zhaoping couldn't see his face clearly under the strong sunlight. While Xizhaoping was distracted, Yan Heng gathered all the strength of his body, carrying that strong grief and indignation, raised the "Dragon Thorn" and stabbed "Star Chasing the Moon" towards Xizhaoping! The strength and speed of this sword far surpassed any fencing in Yan Hengping's life, and it was only in an extreme emotional state that it was triggered by accident. Although Xi Zhaoping was distracted by the mysterious people above and was attacked by Yan Heng taking advantage of the situation, but Yan Heng is far away from his martial arts, so it should be easy to deal with it.But the speed of "Star Chasing the Moon" stabbing the sword was far beyond Xi Zhaoping's estimation, he had no time to dodge the interception, so he had to use his right arm to form a shield to block it. It was pure luck that Yan Heng's strike did not aim precisely, the point where the sword tip pierced happened to be between Xi Zhaoping's bent elbows.Xi Zhaoping made a hasty move, the "arm shield" was not completely clamped, the narrow and long sword edge of "Dragon Thorn" was inserted into the gap between Xi Zhaoping's arms, and the tip of the sword pierced half an inch into his chin! ——Under many sudden and accidental cooperation, Yan Heng actually wounded this enemy whose martial arts were many levels higher than his own with one move.Such a sword, if he were to stab again, it was really impossible. Xi Zhaoping is one of the most elite disciples of the Wudang School of "Bing Crow Dao", and was even selected into the ranks of this Sichuan Expeditionary Army. His artistic career is extraordinary.At this extremely dangerous moment when the tip of the sword entered his neck, he didn't panic, he used all his strength to tighten his right arm, clamping the blade of the "Dragon Thorn", preventing the tip of the sword from entering any further. If the "Dragon Thorn" penetrated a little deeper into Xi Zhaoping's chin and hurt the trachea or artery, he might really die on the spot. ——Almost died at the hands of this kid! Xi Zhaoping whipped out his left fist angrily, hitting the right side of Yan Heng's body violently, causing two ribs to crack! Yan Heng's "Dragon Thorn" dropped his hand, and his body flew sideways into the vegetation, falling down. Yan Heng moaned and clutched his fist in his right rib.Fortunately, Xi Zhaoping's right hand still had to clamp the "Dragon Thorn" with all his strength, this left fist was punched out completely with closed breath, and its strength was only 40% of the normal strength, otherwise the ribs would have broken and pierced into the internal organs, already killing Yan Heng. Xi Zhaoping saw that Yan Heng, who had fallen to the ground, could no longer stand up, so he dared to take another breath.He still held the "dragon spine" in his right arm, and he didn't dare to move it vigorously. He just moved his head and neck back slowly, pulling his chin away from the sword point one by one.He didn't let go of his right arm until he was completely free, letting the "Dragon Thorn" clatter to the ground. Xi Zhaoping held his bleeding chin, breathed a little harder a few times, and made sure he didn't hurt his trachea, then angrily looked up at the uninvited visitor on the tree. "Who is it?" Although Yan Heng was injured, he endured the severe pain and looked up.He also wanted to know why there were other people hiding in Qingcheng Mountain when Wudang sent them to challenge him. ——Could it be... there is another conspiracy? ... The branch of the tree was more than ten feet away from the ground, but the man jumped off immediately and landed on the ground suddenly, sending up a burst of sand and grass blades. He is a man of twenty-four or five years old. His stature is not much taller than Xi Zhaoping's, but he is still strong, especially his upper body is well developed, and his whole body looks like an inverted triangle.The shoulders are unusually wide and horizontal, especially the two shoulder muscles, which are exposed outside the sleeveless animal skin vest, as strong as polished rock.There are tattoos on both shoulders and arms. On the right shoulder is a big sun pattern, like a circle surrounded by flames, with a spiral symbol in the middle; Branches full of thorns surround the entire upper arm. The man's long, dry hair hung loose on his shoulders and back, braided into many thin braids, and wore some gray silver or copper metal beads on it.The A-shaped face is very sharp, with a beard around the mouth.Regardless of the hair, beard, and eyebrows, they all seem to be dyed dark brown, the skin is tanned, and there are a large string of strange necklaces hanging on the chest. At first glance, he looks like a barbarian from a foreign country. He is carrying a two-handed Japanese sword with a very long handle on his back. The wooden sheath and the rope wrapped around the handle are both black. It looks very fierce and looks like something from a battlefield; Zhongtu's Yanling Waist Saber, on the right side is a short exotic blade with a handle shaped like a long-necked bird's head and only two feet long; a scabbard is attached to the right thigh, and on it is a small knife with a handle that seems to be a tool for hunting. The man is holding something long in his hand: a thick wooden oar taller than his body, which seems to have been weathered for a long time, and the wood color is deep.There are four horizontal lines carved with a knife on the body of the paddle, arranged in parallel from top to bottom. Although Sichuan has many frontier barbarians, Yan Heng has never seen someone dressed like this before.And although this man's facial features are profound, he doesn't look like a foreigner.In this deep mountain, it is especially strange to carry a paddle with you. Yan Heng gritted his teeth and endured the pain, and looked at Xi Zhaoping again.When Xi Zhaoping looked at this strange man, he looked surprised, as if he really didn't know him. Xi Zhaoping quickly tore off a section of belt, tied it around the neck and chin twice, temporarily stopped the bleeding, then pointed at the man and asked, "Who are you? Why are you hiding here?" "This is not Wudang Mountain." The man spoke Mandarin with a special accent, but he was still not sure whether he was from the Middle Earth. "You don't live here either. You can come, but I can't?" Xi Zhaoping's heart skipped a beat. — This guy knows I'm from the Wu-Tang sect.But this person is definitely not a warrior of the Qingcheng faction. "Are you here to help? Are you a friend of the Qingcheng faction?" The man shook his head.He pointed down to the teaching field. "I was here just now, and it was the first time I saw the martial arts of the Qingcheng faction. It was very clear." Xi Zhaoping was puzzled, and then looked at the mysterious man in front of him.He saw the four notches on the oar. Xi Zhaoping suddenly realized. "It's you!" He screamed strangely. "You're the guy! You followed us?" "Luckily I made it in time," the man said. "Otherwise, you will miss such a wonderful duel just now." "You hide your head and show your tail, it's great to teach me to bump into you today." Xi Zhaoping put on a stance again. "How? Don't even dare to say my name? I, Wudang Xizhaoping, don't kill the unknown!" The man tied his oars and stood proudly. "South Sea Tiger Sect, Jing Li." Xi Zhaoping was a little surprised to hear that.He had indeed heard the name of this sect. Five years ago, the Wudang faction launched a plan to dominate the martial arts, and first chose to go southeast to expedition to Zhejiang, Fujian and other places.Especially in Fujian, because the local folk martial arts is at its peak, but there is no real famous school with a real historical foundation, it is just suitable for the Wudang School to test its strength for the first time. At that time, Xi Zhaoping was still young and was receiving special training on Wudang Mountain, so he was not qualified to practice with him; but he later heard that the Wudang Expeditionary Army led by another deputy master, Xing Hao, had gone deep into a province in Fujian. , went straight to the southeast coast, and swept away many small local sects along the way.This "South China Sea Huzun Sect" is located on the coast of Quanzhou, Fujian Province. It was one of the small sects challenged by Wudang back then, and it was wiped out by the expeditionary force long ago. Xi Zhaoping looked at this man who called himself Jing Li, half-believing. "That's right." Jing Li seemed to know what Xi Zhaoping was thinking. "I am the last remaining disciple of the Tiger Sect." Xi Zhaoping was very surprised to hear this.He recalled that he had heard his seniors talk about the old expedition to Fujian before, but he had never heard that they encountered any particularly powerful opponents.This "South China Sea Tiger Sect" has even been mentioned once or twice, but no one mentions it again. If the name is not special, Xi Zhaoping will not remember it... ——But this person followed the arrival of the Wudang faction, and the four notches on the oars are all facts... While Xi Zhaoping was on guard, he listened intently to see if the man's companions were ambushing around. "No more." Jing Li once again saw what Xi Zhaoping was thinking. "It's just me. Do you think you Wudang faction are the only ones who like to fight heads-up?" "If it's for revenge, then it's hard to tell." Xi Zhaoping squeezed his two huge fists until his joints cracked. "Then what are we waiting for?" "I want to let the little brother of the Qingcheng faction over there breathe a sigh of relief first." Jing Li smiled, looking at Yan Heng who was still lying on the ground. "I want to show him clearly." At this moment, Yan Heng endured the severe pain and sat up half of his body, supporting himself with one left hand.He coughed suddenly, and the cracked ribs made him almost cry.He touched his mouth and found that he was coughing up blood.It turned out that in addition to cracked ribs, he also suffered internal injuries, no wonder he couldn't lift it up at all. He touched his back, the "Tiger Pi" dagger was still stuck in his belt; looking around, he saw the "Dragon Thorn" falling at Xi Zhaoping's feet.With Yan Heng's current state, he was determined to be powerless to go and snatch the sword back, Kong Zi was extremely anxious. His head was still in a daze just now, he hadn't heard a word of the conversation between Jing Li and Xi Zhaoping, so he could only roughly confirm that the two were definitely not allies. "Little brother, are you awake?" Jing Lihao smiled. "Then watch it carefully! Look at the Wudang faction, it's not some bullshit that is invincible!" Xi Zhaoping has long been impatient, and just wants to get rid of these two guys quickly, and go back to heal the injury on his jaw.At this moment, when Jing Li insulted the Wudang faction, he didn't wait any longer, he raised his strange right shoulder, took big strides, and hit Jing Li like a cannonball. Jing Li didn't dodge or dodge, he took half a step back and took a big stride, holding the huge oar with both hands, shouted, and swung towards Xi Zhaoping's shoulder! Xi Zhaoping's right shoulder has been practiced hard for more than ten years, and she has absolute confidence in the hard work of "shoulder leaning". She thought that this collision would definitely break the oar, and see if the remaining strength can smash this man How many bones? Unexpectedly, under the fierce collision between the two sides, the oar was unexpectedly solid. Xi Zhaoping felt as if he had hit an iron rod, and was kicked away by the shock and stepped back three steps. After standing still, he still felt his chest There was a surge of qi and blood inside! ——Originally, with Xi Zhaoping's hard work, he would definitely be able to withstand this oar; but he had underestimated the hardness and strength of this oar before, and wanted to spare some energy before hitting Jing Li's body, which made him At the moment of the blow, I lost my energy and was hit into the body by the force of the oar. Although Xi Zhaoping was surprised by the hardness of this wooden oar, what surprised him even more was the strange power of the thorn crack. ——An extraordinary fellow! One strike was dominant, and Jing Li immediately stepped forward to pursue it. After all, Xi Zhaoping was an elite among the younger generation of Wudang School, otherwise he would not have been used as the vanguard to challenge the Qingcheng School this time, and Song Dehai, a high-ranking student of the Qingcheng School, would have been abolished in one fell swoop.Once he exhaled, he suppressed the surging blood in his body, and with the whip fist of his left hand, with the sound of the wind breaking like silk, he swept Jing Li's temple! Jing Li did not dodge but instead advanced, rushing into a closer distance. This bold move is actually a shrewd calculation: You must know that Xi Zhaoping's whip punch relies entirely on the centrifugal force of the long bridge hand, and the strength is all in the front of the fist, so it is safest to grab the inner circle. Of course Xi Zhaoping knew the weakness of his boxing skills, and he already had a way to remedy it.In this whip punch, he originally swung his arm completely straight out, but he changed his move halfway, with his elbow bent and his fist turned inward, and it turned into a hook with the face of the fist to crack Jing's head! Jing Li seemed to have expected this change in advance.His right hand is bent, his elbow protrudes, his arm is raised like a bird's wing, and the tip of his elbow accurately meets the little finger of Xi Zhaoping's fist! The elbow bone is one of the hardest and sharpest parts of the human body.Ren Xizhaoping's hands have gone through a lot of hard work, but it is still impossible for the weakest little finger to fight against a whole elbow that was chopped like an axe, and it broke the phalanx immediately! Xi Zhaoping was a master of kung fu, and had never suffered such a big loss from a head-on attack, so he retreated in a panic. "Take the hard to beat the hard, have fun!" Jing Li shouted in this swift competition, still having leisure. "Little brother, have you seen it?" It seemed that he enjoyed being admired for his bravery. Yan Heng indeed saw it.Although he didn't know whether this strangely dressed man was a friend or an enemy, but the Qingcheng faction was exterminated by the Wudang faction for a long time, and now finally seeing someone make the Wudang faction suffer, Yan Heng couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement in his heart. Jing Li called out, but his legs did not stop, and he continued to chase Xi Zhaoping.He threw away the oar, drew out the Yanling waist saber with his right hand, and slashed at Xi Zhaoping. Xi Zhaoping tried his best to block the knife with his right arm.His arms have not only undergone Wudang hard training, but also soaked in the secret medicinal wine for many years, so there are so many strange bone tumors on each joint, and the skin on the forearm and palm is also covered with hard armor-like scales. Do not invade. Jing Li's saber moves were fast and dense, and every blow was aimed at Xi Zhaoping's forearm.Although the blade couldn't cut through the thick cocoon, Jing Li's saber moves were extremely fierce, and the force of each cut penetrated into Xi Zhaoping's arm bones, and Xi Zhaoping's arms felt pain that he hadn't seen for a long time. Xi Zhaoping thought to himself, if he continued to block like this, he didn't know how long his arms could last, so he turned his defense into an attack, stretched out his right paw, relying on the hard work of his palm, trying to snatch the Yanling Saber with his bare hands. . Jing Li didn't seem to think about it, so he stuffed the knife into Xi Zhaoping's palm. "So what if I give it to you?" Jing Li smiled strangely. Xi Zhaoping grasped the blade easily, but felt stunned. Jing Li let go of the handle.Taking advantage of the gap between Xi Zhaoping's astonishment, he stepped forward, stepped on a triangle, and silently pulled out the bird-head-shaped exotic short knife with his left hand on his right waist. The leaf-shaped long and narrow curved blade cut into the inside of Xi Zhaoping's right leg. Frightened and angry, Xi Zhaoping raised his arms and counterattacked indiscriminately.But Jing Li had already let go of the dagger and took a step back. The dagger was still on Xi Zhaoping's thigh.He staggered, looking down at the wound.Half a pair of black cloth trousers has been stained wet. "It's best not to pull it out." Jing Li said. "You can live a little longer." Among the human body, the femoral artery is the thickest. Once it ruptures and the bleeding is not stopped in time, it can cause a coma within a few breaths, followed by bleeding to death. Xi Zhaoping's face was as white as paper, and he glared at Jing Li angrily. "I know what you're thinking." Jing Li slowly eased the long Japanese sword slanted behind him. "My cultivation level is actually almost the same as yours. You are angry, why did you lose so badly? And I lost every move in the fight." Xi Zhaoping's body was already crumbling.Only now did he let go of his right hand, snatched the Yanling Saber and dropped it on the ground. Seeing that the two had already left their original positions, Yan Heng tried his best to support himself and crawled towards the place where the "Dragon Thorn" was. "The reason is very simple." Jing Li continued. "My experience in fighting enemies to the death is dozens of times more than yours." He pointed to his head. "I beat you because of this." He pointed to his heart again. "Follow here." He slowly pulled out the long-handled Japanese sword from the scabbard, and the sharpened light of the sword was menacing. Every time Yan Heng took a step, the injured part seemed to be hit again. But in his eyes, there are only holy objects entrusted by his teacher. Jing Li looked directly into Xi Zhaoping's frightened eyes.He threw away the scabbard, held the handle with both hands, pulled the Japanese sword behind his head, and made a ready stance for slashing with all his strength. "You, Xi Zhaoping. The fifth member of the Wudang faction who died at the hands of me, Jing Lie." Jing Li's eyes are half closed.In his mind, a voice suddenly appeared. ——Taoyin. Yan Heng finally grasped the hilt of the "Dragon Thorn".Because he was barely crawling, he coughed again and spit out a mouthful of blood with a "wow". He held the "Dragon Thorn" and fell into a coma. He couldn't see the last sword light that swept across like a hurricane. But before he passed out, he could still hear the roar accompanying the knife. "Wudang faction, eat shit!"
Yan Heng's face was covered with the blood of his mentor, and his bun had long since come off. Holding the "Male and Female Dragon and Tiger Swords" upside down in both hands, he ran up the mountain in embarrassment. When I arrived at a cliff, it was surrounded by trees on three sides, but the east side was very open, and I could clearly overlook the "Xuanmen House" of the Qingcheng School below, as well as the teaching field next to the hall. Yan Heng stopped to take a look.I saw that the bloody battle in the center of the training field was still going on.But there are fewer and fewer people wearing green robes standing, and they are surrounded by people wearing black robes. —It's almost over. Yan Heng suppressed sobbing, and looked at the pair of Qingcheng sect holy swords in his hands again. ——Master gave me the last order, I must not fail. He took another step, going to drill into the depths of the woods.Over the years, he and his brothers have often run over the mountains to practice Qi, and the paths on the mountains are very familiar.As long as he walked through a few mountain trails, he believed that it would be difficult for those Wudang faction guys to find him. At this moment, there was a sound of branches and leaves bending behind.A short and sturdy figure rushed out from the forest path, and with extremely strong steps, he slammed into Yan Heng like a wild boar! Yan Heng dodged to the side in time and rolled twice before avoiding the impact. He looked up and saw that it was Xi Zhaoping who had abolished his brother Song Dehai's martial arts. Xi Zhaoping was still naked with his strangely shaped upper body, his arms were covered with thick calluses like scales, and one side of his eyes was still red, like a ghost coming out of a deep mountain. "Boy, didn't you want to come out and fight me just now?" Xi Zhaoping laughed. "I'll give you your wish now!" He said as he put on the posture of "Liangyi Jiequan", as if he was about to throw a whip fist. Yan Heng immediately raised his sword to guard.He was not good at using double swords, and he didn't know how to use such long and short swords, so he had to use only one "dragon spine" to point at Xizhaoping, and put the "tiger thorn" in his back belt. Xi Zhaoping made a gesture to attack, but he was just playing with Yan Heng.Seeing this kid pick up the sword nervously, he couldn't help laughing triumphantly. "Haha... brat, it's so fun!" He said fiercely, "I'll play with you slowly. Guaranteed to play longer than your trash brother!" "You...you..." Yan Heng furrowed his thick eyebrows angrily. "Too much deceit!" "Deceitful?" Xi Zhaoping called out strangely. "You mean 'bullying' you? Aren't you practicing martial arts? Do you have the nerve to say that you are being bullied by others? Aren't you fighting alone with your useless brother, and my deputy head and your master? I don't I'm also looking for you to fight one-on-one? And let you use a weapon. May I ask where you are deceiving? Didn't we give you the Qingcheng faction a chance to admit defeat? If you don't admit defeat, then you have to fight! Fight until one of them can't get up! Isn't that what warriors are supposed to do?" Yan Heng was so robbed by Xi Zhaoping that he had no way to refute it.What he said was right: Warriors practice martial arts with blood and sweat every day, isn't it just to become strong?Isn't it just obeying the law of the strong winning the weak?Yan Heng remembered that he stabbed Ghost Saber Chen at the foot of the mountain yesterday, isn't it the same thing? ... "We Wudang faction killed your elders, you can hate us, you can take revenge!" Xi Zhaoping said disdainfully: "But don't say such nonsense as 'deceiving'! Such useless words will pollute your Great master!" Yan Heng stretched out his sword and pointed to the teaching field below the cliff: "You guys won, is it necessary to kill them all like this?" "This blood feud has been forged today, and your living disciples will come to seek revenge on us one day." Xi Zhaoping said proudly: "The Wudang faction declared to the world that they are invincible, and there are still many things to do in the future for this hegemony. We don't have time to pay attention to you flies, so we can only say sorry. You will not die in vain. The Qingcheng faction's demise is a page in the invincible legend of our Wudang faction." "You're crazy!" Yan Heng's angry cry echoed in the mountains.He raised the "Dragon Thorn" and pointed it at the sky. "I, Yan Heng, made an oath that day, as long as I have one breath in this world, I will seek your Wudang faction to avenge this blood!" "Promising." It was not Xi Zhaoping who said this. The sound came from above their heads. Xi Zhaoping looked up.On a large tree with thick foliage, a figure sat on a thick branch.Behind the man was the sun in the sky, and Xi Zhaoping couldn't see his face clearly under the strong sunlight. While Xizhaoping was distracted, Yan Heng gathered all the strength of his body, carrying that strong grief and indignation, raised the "Dragon Thorn" and stabbed "Star Chasing the Moon" towards Xizhaoping! The strength and speed of this sword far surpassed any fencing in Yan Hengping's life, and it was only in an extreme emotional state that it was triggered by accident. Although Xi Zhaoping was distracted by the mysterious people above and was attacked by Yan Heng taking advantage of the situation, but Yan Heng is far away from his martial arts, so it should be easy to deal with it.But the speed of "Star Chasing the Moon" stabbing the sword was far beyond Xi Zhaoping's estimation, he had no time to dodge the interception, so he had to use his right arm to form a shield to block it. It was pure luck that Yan Heng's strike did not aim precisely, the point where the sword tip pierced happened to be between Xi Zhaoping's bent elbows.Xi Zhaoping made a hasty move, the "arm shield" was not completely clamped, the narrow and long sword edge of "Dragon Thorn" was inserted into the gap between Xi Zhaoping's arms, and the tip of the sword pierced half an inch into his chin! ——Under many sudden and accidental cooperation, Yan Heng actually wounded this enemy whose martial arts were many levels higher than his own with one move.Such a sword, if he were to stab again, it was really impossible. Xi Zhaoping is one of the most elite disciples of the Wudang School of "Bing Crow Dao", and was even selected into the ranks of this Sichuan Expeditionary Army. His artistic career is extraordinary.At this extremely dangerous moment when the tip of the sword entered his neck, he didn't panic, he used all his strength to tighten his right arm, clamping the blade of the "Dragon Thorn", preventing the tip of the sword from entering any further. If the "Dragon Thorn" penetrated a little deeper into Xi Zhaoping's chin and hurt the trachea or artery, he might really die on the spot. ——Almost died at the hands of this kid! Xi Zhaoping whipped out his left fist angrily, hitting the right side of Yan Heng's body violently, causing two ribs to crack! Yan Heng's "Dragon Thorn" dropped his hand, and his body flew sideways into the vegetation, falling down. Yan Heng moaned and clutched his fist in his right rib.Fortunately, Xi Zhaoping's right hand still had to clamp the "Dragon Thorn" with all his strength, this left fist was punched out completely with closed breath, and its strength was only 40% of the normal strength, otherwise the ribs would have broken and pierced into the internal organs, already killing Yan Heng. Xi Zhaoping saw that Yan Heng, who had fallen to the ground, could no longer stand up, so he dared to take another breath.He still held the "dragon spine" in his right arm, and he didn't dare to move it vigorously. He just moved his head and neck back slowly, pulling his chin away from the sword point one by one.He didn't let go of his right arm until he was completely free, letting the "Dragon Thorn" clatter to the ground. Xi Zhaoping held his bleeding chin, breathed a little harder a few times, and made sure he didn't hurt his trachea, then angrily looked up at the uninvited visitor on the tree. "Who is it?" Although Yan Heng was injured, he endured the severe pain and looked up.He also wanted to know why there were other people hiding in Qingcheng Mountain when Wudang sent them to challenge him. ——Could it be... there is another conspiracy? ... The branch of the tree was more than ten feet away from the ground, but the man jumped off immediately and landed on the ground suddenly, sending up a burst of sand and grass blades. He is a man of twenty-four or five years old. His stature is not much taller than Xi Zhaoping's, but he is still strong, especially his upper body is well developed, and his whole body looks like an inverted triangle.The shoulders are unusually wide and horizontal, especially the two shoulder muscles, which are exposed outside the sleeveless animal skin vest, as strong as polished rock.There are tattoos on both shoulders and arms. On the right shoulder is a big sun pattern, like a circle surrounded by flames, with a spiral symbol in the middle; Branches full of thorns surround the entire upper arm. The man's long, dry hair hung loose on his shoulders and back, braided into many thin braids, and wore some gray silver or copper metal beads on it.The A-shaped face is very sharp, with a beard around the mouth.Regardless of the hair, beard, and eyebrows, they all seem to be dyed dark brown, the skin is tanned, and there are a large string of strange necklaces hanging on the chest. At first glance, he looks like a barbarian from a foreign country. He is carrying a two-handed Japanese sword with a very long handle on his back. The wooden sheath and the rope wrapped around the handle are both black. It looks very fierce and looks like something from a battlefield; Zhongtu's Yanling Waist Saber, on the right side is a short exotic blade with a handle shaped like a long-necked bird's head and only two feet long; a scabbard is attached to the right thigh, and on it is a small knife with a handle that seems to be a tool for hunting. The man is holding something long in his hand: a thick wooden oar taller than his body, which seems to have been weathered for a long time, and the wood color is deep.There are four horizontal lines carved with a knife on the body of the paddle, arranged in parallel from top to bottom. Although Sichuan has many frontier barbarians, Yan Heng has never seen someone dressed like this before.And although this man's facial features are profound, he doesn't look like a foreigner.In this deep mountain, it is especially strange to carry a paddle with you. Yan Heng gritted his teeth and endured the pain, and looked at Xi Zhaoping again.When Xi Zhaoping looked at this strange man, he looked surprised, as if he really didn't know him. Xi Zhaoping quickly tore off a section of belt, tied it around the neck and chin twice, temporarily stopped the bleeding, then pointed at the man and asked, "Who are you? Why are you hiding here?" "This is not Wudang Mountain." The man spoke Mandarin with a special accent, but he was still not sure whether he was from the Middle Earth. "You don't live here either. You can come, but I can't?" Xi Zhaoping's heart skipped a beat. — This guy knows I'm from the Wu-Tang sect.But this person is definitely not a warrior of the Qingcheng faction. "Are you here to help? Are you a friend of the Qingcheng faction?" The man shook his head.He pointed down to the teaching field. "I was here just now, and it was the first time I saw the martial arts of the Qingcheng faction. It was very clear." Xi Zhaoping was puzzled, and then looked at the mysterious man in front of him.He saw the four notches on the oar. Xi Zhaoping suddenly realized. "It's you!" He screamed strangely. "You're the guy! You followed us?" "Luckily I made it in time," the man said. "Otherwise, you will miss such a wonderful duel just now." "You hide your head and show your tail, it's great to teach me to bump into you today." Xi Zhaoping put on a stance again. "How? Don't even dare to say my name? I, Wudang Xizhaoping, don't kill the unknown!" The man tied his oars and stood proudly. "South Sea Tiger Sect, Jing Li." Xi Zhaoping was a little surprised to hear that.He had indeed heard the name of this sect. Five years ago, the Wudang faction launched a plan to dominate the martial arts, and first chose to go southeast to expedition to Zhejiang, Fujian and other places.Especially in Fujian, because the local folk martial arts is at its peak, but there is no real famous school with a real historical foundation, it is just suitable for the Wudang School to test its strength for the first time. At that time, Xi Zhaoping was still young and was receiving special training on Wudang Mountain, so he was not qualified to practice with him; but he later heard that the Wudang Expeditionary Army led by another deputy master, Xing Hao, had gone deep into a province in Fujian. , went straight to the southeast coast, and swept away many small local sects along the way.This "South China Sea Huzun Sect" is located on the coast of Quanzhou, Fujian Province. It was one of the small sects challenged by Wudang back then, and it was wiped out by the expeditionary force long ago. Xi Zhaoping looked at this man who called himself Jing Li, half-believing. "That's right." Jing Li seemed to know what Xi Zhaoping was thinking. "I am the last remaining disciple of the Tiger Sect." Xi Zhaoping was very surprised to hear this.He recalled that he had heard his seniors talk about the old expedition to Fujian before, but he had never heard that they encountered any particularly powerful opponents.This "South China Sea Tiger Sect" has even been mentioned once or twice, but no one mentions it again. If the name is not special, Xi Zhaoping will not remember it... ——But this person followed the arrival of the Wudang faction, and the four notches on the oars are all facts... While Xi Zhaoping was on guard, he listened intently to see if the man's companions were ambushing around. "No more." Jing Li once again saw what Xi Zhaoping was thinking. "It's just me. Do you think you Wudang faction are the only ones who like to fight heads-up?" "If it's for revenge, then it's hard to tell." Xi Zhaoping squeezed his two huge fists until his joints cracked. "Then what are we waiting for?" "I want to let the little brother of the Qingcheng faction over there breathe a sigh of relief first." Jing Li smiled, looking at Yan Heng who was still lying on the ground. "I want to show him clearly." At this moment, Yan Heng endured the severe pain and sat up half of his body, supporting himself with one left hand.He coughed suddenly, and the cracked ribs made him almost cry.He touched his mouth and found that he was coughing up blood.It turned out that in addition to cracked ribs, he also suffered internal injuries, no wonder he couldn't lift it up at all. He touched his back, the "Tiger Pi" dagger was still stuck in his belt; looking around, he saw the "Dragon Thorn" falling at Xi Zhaoping's feet.With Yan Heng's current state, he was determined to be powerless to go and snatch the sword back, Kong Zi was extremely anxious. His head was still in a daze just now, he hadn't heard a word of the conversation between Jing Li and Xi Zhaoping, so he could only roughly confirm that the two were definitely not allies. "Little brother, are you awake?" Jing Lihao smiled. "Then watch it carefully! Look at the Wudang faction, it's not some bullshit that is invincible!" Xi Zhaoping has long been impatient, and just wants to get rid of these two guys quickly, and go back to heal the injury on his jaw.At this moment, when Jing Li insulted the Wudang faction, he didn't wait any longer, he raised his strange right shoulder, took big strides, and hit Jing Li like a cannonball. Jing Li didn't dodge or dodge, he took half a step back and took a big stride, holding the huge oar with both hands, shouted, and swung towards Xi Zhaoping's shoulder! Xi Zhaoping's right shoulder has been practiced hard for more than ten years, and she has absolute confidence in the hard work of "shoulder leaning". She thought that this collision would definitely break the oar, and see if the remaining strength can smash this man How many bones? Unexpectedly, under the fierce collision between the two sides, the oar was unexpectedly solid. Xi Zhaoping felt as if he had hit an iron rod, and was kicked away by the shock and stepped back three steps. After standing still, he still felt his chest There was a surge of qi and blood inside! ——Originally, with Xi Zhaoping's hard work, he would definitely be able to withstand this oar; but he had underestimated the hardness and strength of this oar before, and wanted to spare some energy before hitting Jing Li's body, which made him At the moment of the blow, I lost my energy and was hit into the body by the force of the oar. Although Xi Zhaoping was surprised by the hardness of this wooden oar, what surprised him even more was the strange power of the thorn crack. ——An extraordinary fellow! One strike was dominant, and Jing Li immediately stepped forward to pursue it. After all, Xi Zhaoping was an elite among the younger generation of Wudang School, otherwise he would not have been used as the vanguard to challenge the Qingcheng School this time, and Song Dehai, a high-ranking student of the Qingcheng School, would have been abolished in one fell swoop.Once he exhaled, he suppressed the surging blood in his body, and with the whip fist of his left hand, with the sound of the wind breaking like silk, he swept Jing Li's temple! Jing Li did not dodge but instead advanced, rushing into a closer distance. This bold move is actually a shrewd calculation: You must know that Xi Zhaoping's whip punch relies entirely on the centrifugal force of the long bridge hand, and the strength is all in the front of the fist, so it is safest to grab the inner circle. Of course Xi Zhaoping knew the weakness of his boxing skills, and he already had a way to remedy it.In this whip punch, he originally swung his arm completely straight out, but he changed his move halfway, with his elbow bent and his fist turned inward, and it turned into a hook with the face of the fist to crack Jing's head! Jing Li seemed to have expected this change in advance.His right hand is bent, his elbow protrudes, his arm is raised like a bird's wing, and the tip of his elbow accurately meets the little finger of Xi Zhaoping's fist! The elbow bone is one of the hardest and sharpest parts of the human body.Ren Xizhaoping's hands have gone through a lot of hard work, but it is still impossible for the weakest little finger to fight against a whole elbow that was chopped like an axe, and it broke the phalanx immediately! Xi Zhaoping was a master of kung fu, and had never suffered such a big loss from a head-on attack, so he retreated in a panic. "Take the hard to beat the hard, have fun!" Jing Li shouted in this swift competition, still having leisure. "Little brother, have you seen it?" It seemed that he enjoyed being admired for his bravery. Yan Heng indeed saw it.Although he didn't know whether this strangely dressed man was a friend or an enemy, but the Qingcheng faction was exterminated by the Wudang faction for a long time, and now finally seeing someone make the Wudang faction suffer, Yan Heng couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement in his heart. Jing Li called out, but his legs did not stop, and he continued to chase Xi Zhaoping.He threw away the oar, drew out the Yanling waist saber with his right hand, and slashed at Xi Zhaoping. Xi Zhaoping tried his best to block the knife with his right arm.His arms have not only undergone Wudang hard training, but also soaked in the secret medicinal wine for many years, so there are so many strange bone tumors on each joint, and the skin on the forearm and palm is also covered with hard armor-like scales. Do not invade. Jing Li's saber moves were fast and dense, and every blow was aimed at Xi Zhaoping's forearm.Although the blade couldn't cut through the thick cocoon, Jing Li's saber moves were extremely fierce, and the force of each cut penetrated into Xi Zhaoping's arm bones, and Xi Zhaoping's arms felt pain that he hadn't seen for a long time. Xi Zhaoping thought to himself, if he continued to block like this, he didn't know how long his arms could last, so he turned his defense into an attack, stretched out his right paw, relying on the hard work of his palm, trying to snatch the Yanling Saber with his bare hands. . Jing Li didn't seem to think about it, so he stuffed the knife into Xi Zhaoping's palm. "So what if I give it to you?" Jing Li smiled strangely. Xi Zhaoping grasped the blade easily, but felt stunned. Jing Li let go of the handle.Taking advantage of the gap between Xi Zhaoping's astonishment, he stepped forward, stepped on a triangle, and silently pulled out the bird-head-shaped exotic short knife with his left hand on his right waist. The leaf-shaped long and narrow curved blade cut into the inside of Xi Zhaoping's right leg. Frightened and angry, Xi Zhaoping raised his arms and counterattacked indiscriminately.But Jing Li had already let go of the dagger and took a step back. The dagger was still on Xi Zhaoping's thigh.He staggered, looking down at the wound.Half a pair of black cloth trousers has been stained wet. "It's best not to pull it out." Jing Li said. "You can live a little longer." Among the human body, the femoral artery is the thickest. Once it ruptures and the bleeding is not stopped in time, it can cause a coma within a few breaths, followed by bleeding to death. Xi Zhaoping's face was as white as paper, and he glared at Jing Li angrily. "I know what you're thinking." Jing Li slowly eased the long Japanese sword slanted behind him. "My cultivation level is actually almost the same as yours. You are angry, why did you lose so badly? And I lost every move in the fight." Xi Zhaoping's body was already crumbling.Only now did he let go of his right hand, snatched the Yanling Saber and dropped it on the ground. Seeing that the two had already left their original positions, Yan Heng tried his best to support himself and crawled towards the place where the "Dragon Thorn" was. "The reason is very simple." Jing Li continued. "My experience in fighting enemies to the death is dozens of times more than yours." He pointed to his head. "I beat you because of this." He pointed to his heart again. "Follow here." He slowly pulled out the long-handled Japanese sword from the scabbard, and the sharpened light of the sword was menacing. Every time Yan Heng took a step, the injured part seemed to be hit again. But in his eyes, there are only holy objects entrusted by his teacher. Jing Li looked directly into Xi Zhaoping's frightened eyes.He threw away the scabbard, held the handle with both hands, pulled the Japanese sword behind his head, and made a ready stance for slashing with all his strength. "You, Xi Zhaoping. The fifth member of the Wudang faction who died at the hands of me, Jing Lie." Jing Li's eyes are half closed.In his mind, a voice suddenly appeared. ——Taoyin. Yan Heng finally grasped the hilt of the "Dragon Thorn".Because he was barely crawling, he coughed again and spit out a mouthful of blood with a "wow". He held the "Dragon Thorn" and fell into a coma. He couldn't see the last sword light that swept across like a hurricane. But before he passed out, he could still hear the roar accompanying the knife. "Wudang faction, eat shit!"