Chapter 59: Flame Knife VS Wooden Sword

"Master of the Blood Knife Sect, I'm afraid he's exaggerating. That young man is Xiao Feng or Zhang Wuji." Hong Antong chuckled, looking clearly disbelieving.

Yuan Chengzhi also smiled lightly in his heart. Over the past few years, he has integrated the martial arts of Huashan School, Golden Snake Langjun, and Iron Sword Sect to form his own sect. Although his martial arts is not the best in the world, it is not inferior to anyone else.

"Hongjiao mainly asks himself that his martial arts are superior to mine, so he can teach him a lesson." The ancestor of Xuedao narrowed his eyes and tightened his hand holding Xuedao.

Hong Antong, with white hair and no wind, smiled faintly, and disappeared in a flash. He punched the blood knife ancestor's big hole in the chest. Although the blood knife ancestor was surprised by his speed, he was rich in experience and was well prepared, so he raised the knife with one strike.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them had dismantled dozens of moves. Hong Antong was originally slightly better than the Blood Knife Ancestor purely in terms of martial arts, but in actual fights, they could only fight to no avail, and he felt extremely depressed.

Seeing that the two of them were almost fighting, Sang Jie at the side jumped into the arena quickly, making a few imaginary handprints with both hands, and separated the two of them immediately.

"Humph!" Hong Antong snorted, turned around and sat down, "The Mahamudra of the Esoteric School really deserves its reputation."

The blood knife ancestor also put the blood knife in his waist, and sat down slowly.

Yuan Chengzhi was shocked when he saw it, and secretly thought that he was sure of victory against any one of the three. If the two of them joined forces, he could remain invincible at most. If the three of them attacked together, he might have to rely on his magic power to fly far away.

"Ancestor of the Blood Sword. Is that young man really that good?" Yuan Chengzhi originally wanted to deal with Wei Xiaobao, but when he saw that several people had the same goal as him, he thought that he had no grudge against them, so there was nothing wrong with joining forces once.

There was a look of fear on the face of the Blood Knife Ancestor: "I have seen many masters in the martial arts world, but this is the first time I have seen one who can perform exquisite swordsmanship with an ordinary wooden sword." Then he used that The situation was described in detail.

The other three people were amazed when they heard this, and Yuan Chengzhi was also surprised and confused. He thought that half of his skill was on this golden snake sword. If it were an ordinary wooden sword, I might not be able to defeat these three people.

Having seen the martial arts of the Blood Knife Ancestor, everyone believed in his judgment. Yuan Chengzhi also had some thoughts, but he still had to ask some questions in his heart: "You are all the overlords of one party, why do you work together to deal with a small person?" Wei Xiaobao?"

Sang Jie glanced at the Blood Knife Patriarch, clasped his palms together, and said: "Golden Snake King, we are not hiding anything from you. The Blood Knife Sect Master and I have now taken refuge in Prince Ali Buge, the grandson of the Seventh Emperor of Mongolia. His old man is in a stalemate with the Manchus." For a long time, those of us who are subordinates have been thinking about whether we can share his worries and get rid of the right-hand man of the young emperor Kangxi. As for the leader Hong, he has also recently been interested in seeking refuge with our prince, planning to make a great contribution first and then meet with him... "

Hong Antong nodded slightly, but he was thinking secretly in his heart: When I find Wei Xiaobao and force him to tell the secret of the Forty-Two Chapters, wouldn't it be better to establish an independent kingdom overseas by myself, and I have to join in and become a slave.

"According to our repeated investigations, Wei Xiaobao seems to have traveled separately from the large army. He should be in the Song Dynasty's Gusu territory now. We will ambush him in Yangzhou, the only way he must go back to Yanjing!" As soon as the four giants decided to join forces, they soon Start planning.

"We must let him stay in Yangzhou for a period of time, so that we have enough time to collect the net."

"What weakness does Wei Xiaobao have?"

"Lust, love to gamble, love money."

"Yangzhou has always been a place of fireworks, so we might as well use beauty as bait..."

"However, Wei Xiaobao is a high-ranking official in the Manchu Qing Dynasty. He has never seen such a stunning beauty. I'm afraid he will look down on ordinary vulgar fans."

"My wife can barely be said to be beautiful and fragrant. She was originally a suitable candidate. It's a pity that the little thief has already seen her. It would be bad if he got suspicious in advance."

"It's a pity that Mrs. Hong's fame spread far and wide. It's a pity."

A group of men were looking at each other, worrying about the bait. At this time, the big tent was opened, and a beautiful young woman walked in. Although she was not very old, her hair was already tied up in a bun. At first glance, she was a woman. "Brother Yuan , I heard how many guests are here?"

Several people looked at each other one after another, and secretly shouted in their hearts: It's easy to find nowhere to go through the iron shoes!

Yuan Chengzhi's head was full of black lines: Qingqing, you didn't come in sooner or later, but you came in at this time.

Who knew that Xia Qingqing became very interested after hearing the plans of several people: "It's fun! Just let me go. I don't believe that yellow-haired boy Wei Xiaobao won't fall under my... madam's skirt."

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Looking back at the competition between Song Qingshu and Jiumozhi, Jiumozhi initially did not take Song Qingshu seriously, but the two faced off from a distance, and Jiumozhi quickly realized his mistake. The other party acted like a master, Compared with myself, it is really not much better.

Song Qingshu knew that the opponent was concerned about his face and refused to take the first move, so he used the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms "Dense Clouds and No Rain" move, palms clapped alternately, palm shadows filled the sky, and he attacked.

"Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms?" Jiumozhi was extremely knowledgeable and recognized Song Qingshu's martial arts skills at a glance. He was confused, "I just heard from those women that his surname seems to be Song, so he must not be Qiao Feng. And Guo Jing, but I have never heard of any masters in the younger generation of the Beggar Gang."

Seeing that the hunter was happy, Jiumozhi used one of the seventy-two Shaolin skills "Prajna Palm" to meet him. The two fists and palms met and they fought dozens of moves. One was the most powerful palm technique in the world, and the other was the most powerful palm technique in the world. It is the most profound and never-ending palm technique in Shaolin Temple.

It's a pity that Song Qingshu has never been able to pry into the great state of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, so the power of the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon is only 70% or 80% powerful. Jiumozhi also relied on trickery to create the Prajna Palm, only its shape, but not its spirit, so the two Only half-baked people can fight for so long.

If it were Xiao Feng or Guo Jing who used the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms at this moment, Jiumozhi would have been defeated if he simply used the Prajna Palm to face the enemy; by the same token, if the Prajna Palm was used by the sweeping monk, Song Qingshu's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms could not be blocked. Live ten strokes.

Even so, the moves of the two were exquisite, and the surrounding tables and chairs were swept away by the remaining force of their palms, and everything was broken, and the two men and three women beside them were smacking their tongues.

"This group of goddamn martial arts people, what should I do with my loss?" The boss went upstairs and saw the mess, and couldn't help feeling sad and crying.

"Shut up, don't disturb grandpa's interest in watching." Wei Xiaobao was looking at it enthusiastically, and threw a handful of banknotes to the boss, "Just treat it as compensation for your loss, don't say it's not enough!"

"That's enough, that's enough. Take your time, gentlemen, and I'll make you a pot of tea." After seeing the amount of the banknote, the boss suddenly smiled and ran off.

Interrupted by this, the two took the opportunity to separate. Jiumozhi looked at Song Qingshu in amazement: "Young Master Song is the one with the highest level of martial arts cultivation that I have encountered since I entered the Central Plains."

"It takes thirty-four years to master Prajna Palm in Shaolin Temple. This monk must have only learned it for a few years, but he can practice it to such an extent. It is really puzzling." Wang Yuyan murmured to herself, lowering her head and falling into Thinking hard, looking confused.

"Prince Ming is indeed amazingly talented. One year of practice is equivalent to ten years of Shaolin monks!" Song Qing praised sincerely. Although he knew in his heart that the other party relied on Xiao Wuxiang Gong to motivate him, it was just a flattery. No one will die.

Although Jiumozhi was a high-ranking monk, he could not see through the fame and fortune of martial arts. When he heard the other party's praise, although he felt ashamed in his heart, there was a faint smile on his face, and he acquiesced.

Unexpectedly, Song Qingshu was shocked when he saw his smile and hurriedly dodged to the side. When everyone took a look, they saw that Song Qingshu had left several deep holes where he had just been. If he hadn't hidden, he might have been seriously injured at this moment. .

"The fact that you can easily avoid the poor monk's fingers shows that you have a profound foundation in Buddhism. Ordinary people don't know the essence of the Buddha's gesture of holding flowers in front of the public and the smile of Venerable Kasyapa. Naturally, they are not aware of the timing of this gesture..." Jiumozhi slowly retracted his fingers one by one, admiring the young man in front of him more and more.

"It's indecent to come and not to go, King Ming, please accept the move." Song Qing's expression suddenly filled with hostility, and he turned his palms into claws, attacking fiercely.

Wei Xiaobao saw several deep holes were left on the marble upstairs under Song Qingshu's grasp, so he couldn't help shouting: "Brother Song is awesome!"

Wang Yuyan on the side frowned and said nothing. After watching a dozen moves, she sighed softly: "Although the Nine Yin Divine Claw is extremely powerful, Mr. Song does not seem to have achieved great success. Now he is driven by martial arts instead. If things go on like this, , I'm afraid it's hard to avoid going crazy."

Hearing his soft voice, Duan Yu couldn't help being infatuated. In his heart, the contest between two stinky men in the arena couldn't compare to staring at Miss Wang.

Mu Wanqing originally had half of her thoughts on him, but she immediately noticed that Duan Yu was looking like he was haunted again. She felt uncomfortable in her heart and paid full attention to the situation on the field.

Sure enough, after Song Qingshu's vigor was exhausted, Jiumozhi used Shaolin Dragon Claw Hands, claw to claw, forcing Song Qingshu to retreat a few feet hastily.

Jiumozhi smiled faintly: "The poor monk is very curious about the wooden sword on Mr. Song's back. In the past few months, traveling eastward, the poor monk has seen a lot of various wonderful swordsmanship in the Central Plains, such as Mr. Duan's Six Meridians God. Sword, that is also the best swordsmanship in the world... However, I have never seen anyone using a wooden sword... Could it be that Young Master Song thinks that the poor monk is not worthy of your sword?"

"I heard that King Ming's special skill is the 'Flame Knife'. I wonder if I would be honored to learn it." Song Qingshu pulled out his wooden sword and attacked with a fatal chain of three immortal swords.

"Excellent swordsmanship!" Jiumozhi secretly praised, with luck in both palms, he pushed it out flatly.

Wei Xiaobao saw two people, one of whom was dancing his sword in the air, and the other who was several feet away from him repeatedly slashing his palms at the enemy. He felt it was boring. He scratched his head and ears, and with a thought in his heart, he smiled and talked to Wang Yuyan on the side. Said: "Miss Wang, do you know what they are playing?"