Chapter 42 The forty-second looping knife and long sword

The group of heroes at the foot of the mountain also lowered their hands to separate from the two sides, making way for a path. While the flames were flickering, Tan Ming, the powerful "eight palms in the shape of a dragon", wore a golden cloak and walked heavily, step by step, through the crowd. Although there was a modest smile on the corner of his mouth, he kept bowing his head to the martial arts heroes on both sides, but there was a kind of intimidating majesty in his eyes, which made no one dare to look at this shocking martial arts man. A generation of tycoons, born with the slightest contempt and disrespect.

Three men in black clothes with sharp blades hanging from their waists followed closely behind him within five steps. One was tall and tall with high cheekbones, his eyes were icy icy, and a strange-shaped sword was hanging from his waist, which was four feet long. All the heroes recognized that this person was the head of the "Flying Dragon Bodyguard Agency" in the capital city, the famous "hard hand" in the martial arts world, "Changhong Sword" Bian Shaoyan. Although the other person is short in stature, his gait is exceptionally vigorous. He has a short chin and eyes, a mouth full of pot whiskers, and his hands are as long as his knees. There is a "nine-ringed ghost-head sword" obliquely inserted in his waist. The blade is empty and has no sheath. The light is dazzling, and every time you take a step, the steel ring on the knife jingles, just like the bell of the soul.

This person is also well-known in Jianghu, he is a master of Lianghe swordsmanship, Luo Yi, the "soul-destroying knife" who has traveled all over the world with the "seventy-two road soul-destroying knife". The most eye-catching thing among them is a seven-foot-long, burly boy with a face like the bottom of a pot, who is following closely behind the "Dragon-shaped Eight Palms"! Not only is he tall and strong, he is very different from others, but his physical appearance is even more shocking. He has a wide mouth and deep gills, eagle eyes and a kitten nose, and a dark face. Hanging a strangely shaped long suit of green shark skin, none of the martial arts heroes in front of them can guess what kind of weapon is hidden in it, and no one can guess the origin of this boy.

Although his body is heavy, his steps are extremely light, his body moves as if someone is supporting him, there is really no sound of footsteps. Qunhao couldn't help whispering in secret. "Who is this person? Could it be that he is also a new bodyguard from the 'Flying Dragon Bodyguard Agency'?" The four of them kept walking and walked straight up the small hill where Pei Jue and "Lenggu Shuangmu" stayed. "Dragon-shaped Eight Palms" Tan Ming swept his eyes and saw "Lenggu Shuangmu" sitting upright as before, his thick eyebrows raised slightly, and he turned his eyes to look, and suddenly saw Pei Jue who was still sitting quietly and adjusting his breath.

The serene and serene expression on his face actually changed the complexion of the martial arts tycoon; but he immediately returned to normal, he laughed and said, "Nephew Pei Xian, how are you?" The laughter was high-pitched and clear, almost reaching Xiaohan, and the ears of all the heroes down the mountain were "buzzing" for it, and the four mountains responded continuously. Unexpectedly, Pei Jue still ignored him and sat quietly as before. The burly young man behind "Dragon Shaped Eight Palms" suddenly brightened his eyes, and the corners of his mouth moved, revealing a mouthful of white teeth. With a flash of his figure, he rushed towards Pei Jue anxiously.

Leng Hanzhu's face darkened, his shoulders shrugged slightly, and he flew up, Fang Dai blocked his way. Unexpectedly, this young man's stature is so fast that it is appalling, he only felt a "swoosh" gust of wind, flying past Leng Hanzhu's side. Leng Hanzhu was slightly startled, and suddenly turned around, only to see him rushing to Pei Jue, raised his palm, and was about to slap Pei Jue on the head, "Leng Gu Shuangmu" unknowingly let out a soft chirp, and each moved away He turned his body, exerted all his strength, and rushed to the back of this fast-moving young man.

"Dragon Shaped Eight Palms" raised his thick eyebrows, and shouted in a deep voice: "Leopard, don't be rude!" The burly young man raised his palm, and when he heard the scolding sound, he snapped back, at this moment "Lenggu Shuangmu" had come behind him, he suddenly slipped five feet away, his eyes were like a beast, Still staring at "Lenggu Shuangmu" without blinking. With a wave of the "Dragon Shaped Eight Palms", Bian Shaoyan of "Changhong Sword", Luo Yi of "Soul Absorbing Knife", Liu Hui of "Baguazhang", and Jia Bin of "Black Donkey Chasing the Wind" suddenly spread out, and the four Everyone occupies one side, as if they are guarding against someone who will suddenly flee.

Tan Ming walked towards Pei Jue, "Lenggu Shuangmu" slid slightly, and stood by Pei Jue's side, full of true energy, ready to strike at any time. The chill in the evening wind was even heavier, and a murderous aura suddenly enveloped the small hillside. "Dragon-shaped eight palms" Tan Ming coughed dryly, and said, "Nephew Pei Xian, don't you—" Before the words were finished, Pei Jue's complexion was suddenly purple. Tan Ming's heart shuddered, knowing that Pei Jue's internal strength had already reached the Purple Mansion at this moment, the fusion of blood and energy, and the unity of spirit and form were the highest level of internal strength cultivation.

He couldn't figure out when the young man in front of him stepped into the secret path of the inner family's supreme mental method. When he thought about it, the light in his eyes suddenly brightened, and he slowly raised his palm, as if he was about to slap Pei. Jue's head.You must know that Pei Jue is in the state of life and death at this moment, even if he slapped him lightly with this palm, not only would all previous efforts be wasted, but also his blood would flow backwards, which would immediately kill him. The four gazes of "Lenggu Shuangmu" focused on his palm without blinking.

As long as his palm has a slight tendency to fall, the two brothers will attack with all their strength! Unexpectedly, at this moment, Pei Jue suddenly opened his eyes, the divine light in his eyes was like two sharp blades, the palms of the "eight palms in the shape of a dragon" trembled, he stroked his beard with his hands back and said with a smile: "Okay, congratulations, I can't think of seeing you for a year, my nephew, your martial arts has entered the country like this." Pei Jue smiled slightly, stood up, and cast a grateful glance at "Lenggu Shuangmu", as if he already knew how protective these two brothers were towards him.

Then he bowed to the "dragon-shaped eight palms" and said, "Uncle Tan, don't come?" Leng Hanzhu sneered suddenly, turned around, and said coldly: "I'm afraid some people never imagined that a young man with foolish talent could practice such exquisite martial arts! Hehe..." He sneered again and again, and never looked at Tan Ming again. Although the "eight palms in the shape of a dragon" is experienced, his cheeks can't help but blush slightly at this moment. Seeing his embarrassing expression, Pei Jue felt very uneasy. He had a pure and honest nature. Thinking of his previous experience in the "Flying Dragon Escort" and Tan Ming's words scolding him for being "talented and stupid", although he felt a little suspicious , but he has always only regarded him as his "Uncle Tan" and did not want him to practice martial arts and follow in his father's footsteps. Therefore, from beginning to end, he never harbored any resentment towards Tan Ming in his heart. Turning his gaze, he saw that the group of tycoons at the foot of the mountain had gradually surrounded them, but there was no noise in the surrounding area, it was obvious that the majesty of this martial arts tycoon dominating the rivers and lakes had shocked everyone. Pei Jue secretly sighed, thinking: "My Uncle Tan is truly an outstanding man of the generation. Every move he makes carries an indescribable majesty." But he didn't know that these martial arts masters respected him more than Tan Ming, the "eight palms in the shape of a dragon." , there is no significant distance between them. He thought about it, and said respectfully: "Uncle Tan has come here from a long way, what advice do you have?" "Dragon Shaped Eight Palms" smiled slightly and said: "Recently, I have heard rumors in the world that you have stood out. I am both happy and concerned. I can't help but want to see you." Pei Jue felt a burst of gratitude in his heart, and said slowly: "My little nephew was brought up by Uncle Mengtan, the sky is high and the earth is kind, my little nephew really doesn't know how to repay it." Every sentence in his voice came from the heart, without any affectation. Before he finished a sentence, there was already a choking feeling in his voice, and tears of gratitude almost flowed from his eyes. "Dragon-shaped eight palms" Tan Ming stroked his beard with one hand, his expression seemed to be moved by the sincerity, he sighed slightly, a kind smile appeared on his mouth, and said in a deep voice: "My father passed away early, so I naturally want to do my best for the old man. I only hate that I have been busy with chores all year round and have never taken care of you... Sigh!" He let out a long sigh, then stopped abruptly, his eyes flickered, as if he was very apologetic. Pei Jue was even more grateful in his heart, his eyes were full of tears, and he was speechless. However, the smile on Tan Ming's face suddenly withdrew, and immediately changed into a cold murderous look. Pei Jue's heart skipped a beat, and he blurted out, "Uncle Tan is here, is there anything else going on here?" "Dragon Shaped Eight Palms" glanced at the back of "Lenggu Shuangmu" with lightning-like eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Exactly!" After speaking, he waved his palm abruptly, only to hear two "choke" moans, the "Changhong Sword" Bian Shaoyan, and the "Soul-destroying Knife" Luo Yi have both drawn out their weapons. The flames flashed fiercely, and the sword flashed like a surge of light, each of the heroes was startled, Pei Jue murmured: "Uncle Tan—" "Dragon Shaped Eight Palms" Tan Ming's face was as sinking as water, and he cut off his voice in a deep voice: "Other than visiting you, this old man is here to preside over some justice on behalf of the martial arts, and to avenge a dead comrade." Pei Jue's complexion changed drastically, and he said, "But my nephew has never intentionally hurt anyone in his life—" "Dragon Shaped Eight Palms" interrupted: "It's not you." He turned around suddenly, arched his fists, and said loudly: "Mo Xing, the seven evil spirits of the Big Dipper, all friends in the world must recognize him." He paused slightly, "Lenggu Shuangmu" turned their heads together, their icy eyes swept around, and then stayed on the two weapons in the palms of "Changhong Sword" and "Dementor Knife". Qunhao couldn't help but let out a cry of surprise. With a wave of the palm of the "dragon-shaped eight palms", there is noise all around, everything is silent, the wind blows the flames, and the sound of "must split". In the eyes of the martial arts heroes, the tall and mighty figure of this generation of heroes is like a big dipper on Mount Tai. In general, people dare not look up. Hearing Tan Ming's clear voice, he said again: "I don't care about the behavior of the seven evil stars, but when this person died, the old man was on the spot, witnessed everything, and deeply felt that this matter was unfair. It was just for some tiny disputes. He is known for being cruel and vicious." Lenggu Shuangmu' killed him." "Lenggu Shuangmu" sneered unanimously, they stood on the ground, but they still didn't stop the "dragon-shaped eight palms" from speaking. Pei Jue's complexion changed drastically, and the group of heroes talked a lot, only to hear Tan Ming say again: "This old man is not related to the 'Big Dipper Seven Evil Spirits', but for the sake of a little justice in the martial arts world, I can't stay out of this matter. For this little bit of martial arts justice, the old man has worked hard for decades. It is obvious to all of you. Today, the old man came Coming here is also for the same reason.” He waved his palm and said sharply: "Today, I, 'Dragon Shaped Eight Palms' Tan Ming, came to seek revenge on 'Lenggu Shuangmu' for the sake of 'Big Dipper'—" His eyes were like lightning, and he looked around, only to see that the group of heroes had already been intimidated by his prestige, and no one spoke loudly, his eyes could not help revealing a hint of complacency, and he said: "Today's battle, no matter who wins or loses, please stand by and watch, and don't make a move. If you help Tan Ming with a punch, you are not Tan Ming's friend." What he said was bright and upright, and he was extremely beautiful. Although secretly he was teaching people not to reach out and help the "Lenggu Shuangmu", but on the surface he was teaching people not to help him. Most of the heroes had nothing against "Lenggu Shuangmu" At this moment, there was a roar of good feelings, and the agreement was actually very enthusiastic. The "Dragon-Shaped Eight Palms" smiled, and turned around slowly; Pei Jue was puzzled, wondering why his "Uncle Tan" would take revenge for the "Big Dipper Seven Evil Spirits", and after three steps, he still hadn't As he spoke, he saw Tan Ming's palm sank, the figures of "Changhong Sword" and "Soul-destroying Knife" rose suddenly, and two bright cold lights hit "Lenggu Shuangmu" head-on. Although "Lenggu Shuangmu" was calm on the face, he had already accumulated his strength in the dark. At this moment, he sneered in unison, Lengkumu lowered his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes, waiting for the strange-shaped long sword in Bian Shaoyan's palm, with a glint of blue light. Kansha landed on him, suddenly slid three feet to the left, and slapped the "Zhangmen" acupoint on Bian Shaoyan's waist with a backhand palm. This move uses static braking, as quiet as Mount Tai, moving like a rabbit, although it is a simple move, but the time is fast and the position is accurate, it is truly worthy of being a first-class martial arts master. Qunhao clearly saw that the "Changhong Sword" Bian Shaoyan's sword had reached Leng Kumu's throat, but in a flash, Leng Kumu's pair of iron palms had already reached Bian Shaoyan's flank. "Changhong Sword" Bian Shaoyan twisted his body and made a wrong step. With a flick of his wrist, the long sword in his palm immediately swept out. The sword light gleamed and sliced ​​Lengkumu's right wrist horizontally. Lengkumu let out a soft chirp, let go of the long sword, and suddenly kicked his wrist holding the sword. Bian Shaoyan sank, and saw Lengkumu use his left leg as the axis, his body spun, and his left hand hit and centered. Two fingers, raised together like a sword, quickly point to the "abdominal knot" key point under his rib bone. "Changhong Sword" Bian Shaoyan moved his footsteps, pushing away a foot, and the long sword spread a layer of light, unleashing a fierce offensive. His face is as cold as ice, his eyes are full of murderous intent, although his body is long and tall, his movements are nimble, this long sword has a sharp edge of almost a foot, in his hand, it is as flexible as a dagger in the hands of others, the sword moves Quick and ruthless, every move cannot be separated from the vital point of Lengkumu. Although Lengkumu has a long and slender body, he is shorter than the other side and is actually a head shorter. In an instant, seeing his thin body, it seemed that Bian Shaoyan's overpowering moves seemed to have captured him. Out of ten moves, nine were defensive rather than offensive. "Changhong Sword" Bian Shaoyan was refreshed, and his sword moves became more fierce, wishing he could cut off Lengkumu's head with a single swing of the long sword. On the other hand, Leng Hanzhu's body technique is as fast as the wind, walking with the palm, swimming with the palm, beard and hair fluttering, long gown flying, trapping the "soul-destroying knife" Luo Yi in the center. "Spiritual Knife" Luo Yi's knife is powerful and powerful, and its moves are solid. Every time he makes a move, a gust of wind is swung out from the edge of the blade with the deafening sound of the copper ring, shaking the pile of flames beside it to flicker and dance. . Although his moves are slow, there is no gap between the light of the knife, his eyes are drooping, and he has never seen Leng Hanzhu's walking figure, but he uses a solid move to protect his whole body, occasionally slashing, He must be attacking the place where Leng Hanzhu must be saved. After more than ten moves, his saber technique is getting faster and more offensive, one after another; The ring, clanging and deafening, seemed to be gradually gaining the upper hand. "Dragon Shaped Eight Palms" Tan Ming stroked his beard and looked on with a calm demeanor. Seeing the "Changhong Sword" and "Spiritual Knife" performing subtle moves, he couldn't help nodding and smiling, and said repeatedly: "Okay, okay!" A smile appeared on his face, and Liu Hui, the "Baguazhang" who was standing beside him, immediately clapped his hands and said, "Okay! Okay, great move!" Some of the martial arts heroes standing nearer burst into applause.In fact, the four people who started the attack were all attacking and attacking, and their movements were fast, and there were not many people who could really see the changes in their moves. That burly young man in black, his eyes were shining, he stood upright, although his face was expressionless, there was contempt in his eyes, as if he didn't pay attention to the martial arts of these four people at all. Pei Jue was full of panic and helpless, with beads of sweat on his forehead. Although he wanted to help "Lenggu Shuangmu", he was unwilling to make an enemy of his "benefactor" Uncle Tan. Seeing "Lenggu Shuangmu" It seemed that they were all at a disadvantage, and they couldn't help walking to Tan Ming's side. Unexpectedly, before he opened his mouth, "Dragon Shaped Eight Palms" Tan Ming said with a smile: "I've heard the name 'Lenggu Shuangmu' for a long time, but I saw it today, but it's not as famous as meeting it. Jue'er, look at these two brothers under me, do they have decent martial arts?" Pei Jue murmured: "Very good, very good, but—" "Dragon Shaped Eight Palms" Tan Ming said with a smile: "The martial arts of these two people seem to be ingenious and different, but in fact they are both clumsy and clever. Judging from their weapons, it seems that their martial arts should be powerful, but they are taking it lightly. Spirit changes all the way, especially Luo Yi's 'soul-destroying knife', his sword skills are getting faster and faster, and his moves are getting more and more clever, you see - how ingeniously he uses the 'dividing the flower brush point'." Pei Jue murmured: "Extremely extreme, but—" "Dragon-shaped eight palms" Tan Ming smiled and interrupted: "Changhong Jianbian Shaoyan is also pretty good. Although his move 'Changhong Guanri' uses a long sword, he uses a spear move. Look—isn't this move the best of the 'Pear Blossom Spear'? "The phoenix nods", but fortunately Leng withered Wood is fast, otherwise it can be solved with just this move." With a smile on his face, he spoke eloquently, like a master teaching martial arts, explaining the moves of his disciples outside the arena. Pei Jue nodded, but kept his eyes on the Leng brothers. He saw that the two brothers seemed to have been forced to lose the opportunity. The moves of the two odd-shaped swords became more and more fierce, especially the copper rings on the swords. The sound of "jingle" is really touching. Qunhao has long been intimidated by the "eight palms in the shape of a dragon", and now he can't stop cheering for "Changhong Sword" and "Spiritual Knife". "Dragon Shaped Eight Palms" paused slightly, then said with a smile: "It's unfair to use weapons to deal with unarmed people, but this moment is not a contest, but revenge. The situation is very different. Jue'er, what do you think?" Pei Jue nodded dumbly, and said in a low voice, "It's very, very, but—" "Dragon Shaped Eight Palms" smiled, and wanted to cut off Pei Jue's words, but Pei Jue continued loudly: "Uncle Tan took revenge for others, my nephew shouldn't talk too much, but the bet between the Leng brothers and my nephew is not yet over, it seems that Uncle Tan shouldn't—" "Dragon Shaped Eight Palms" complexion darkened, and said: "What shouldn't be?" Pei Jue was stunned for a while, took a long breath, and finally said slowly: "It seems that we shouldn't do it at this moment."