Comprehensive martial arts: Wudang Wine Sword Immortal, ask the ancestor to die

Lantern Xiao said.

That is, jousting.

The three generations of disciples around them had long been waiting for this moment.

On weekdays.

Wudang forbids disciples to fight each other.

Even if it is a competition, it is a simple taste, and it is impossible to distinguish the winner from the loser.

It’s all to prevent them from being aggressive.

After all.

After all, Wudang is a Taoist school, not an ordinary martial arts sect, and respects martial arts.

Therefore.

The annual Lantern Festival is a stage for them to show their strength.

Many three generations of disciples also wanted to know who was stronger.

I also want to know where my level is.

For this Lantern Festival, Song Qingshu didn’t care at all.

With his cultivation of the four grades of martial arts, he was crowned by the three generations of Wudang disciples.

Plus the identity of the son of Song Yuanqiao.

It even allowed him to sit firmly in the position of three generations of disciples and senior brothers.

No matter what the outcome of the Lantern Festival discussion, no one would dare to challenge him.

He looked at Lin Xuan, a little curious.

I just don’t know if that Lin Xuan will play.

Soon.

Three generations of disciples took the stage one after another.

After three fights.

The crowd watched with interest.

Only Lin Xuan and Mo Shenggu were still drinking freely, as if everything that happened around had nothing to do with them.

Fundamentally, it really doesn’t matter.

Just when Lin Xuan thought that tonight’s Lantern Festival would end like this.

Suddenly.

A three-generation disciple stepped into the ring.

This person was very young, only seventeen years old, and he was already a martial arts eighth grade.

No wonder he was able to follow his master to this Lantern Festival.

After this third-generation disciple stepped into the ring, he looked directly at Lin Xuan:

“Third generation disciple Du Wenbo, ask Senior Brother Lin Xuan to teach you.”

Everyone shifted their attention to Lin Xuan’s body.

This is Du Wenbo’s covenant battle.

Moreover.

Du Wenbo is also the eighth grade of martial arts, the same realm as Lin Xuan.

Didn’t Mo Shenggu say just now that Lin Xuan’s kendo cultivation was extremely high?

So in the same realm of Du Wenbo battle, does Lin Xuan dare to agree?

Lin Xuan glanced at Du Wenbo in the ring, lifted the gourd, and poured a sip of wine.

Then slowly put it down.

Everyone thought that Lin Xuan put down the gourd and was about to fight.

Who would have thought that Lin Xuan picked up a piece of peanut rice and put it in his mouth, and then took a sip of wine.

It is clear that Du Wenbo is not put in the eyes!

This made Du Wenbo in the ring angry.

Du Wenbo was only seventeen years old, and he was already a martial arts eighth grade.

His master had always been optimistic about him, thinking that he had the qualifications of a grandmaster.

And now.

Being ignored by the waste of a person’s population makes him how can he endure it.

“Senior Brother Lin Xuan, don’t you dare to fight?”

Du Wenbo stared at Lin Xuan deadly.

Lin Xuan rolled his eyes, not bothering to pay attention.

Just as he was about to drink again, the gourd in his hand was held down by a hand.

Mo Shenggu’s eyes were confused, and his voice was slurred:

“Master and nephew, someone called you. You better drink less. ”

Finish speaking.

Mo Shenggu directly sealed Lin Xuan’s big hole with internal force, and then raised his arm and threw it directly.

Lin Xuan’s big cave was sealed and could not move.

He understood that these were all hands and feet done by Mo Shenggu.

When Lin Xuan came to the sky above the ring, he felt his body return to normal.

He rolled over one by one and landed firmly in the ring.

“Junior Brother, please.”

Lin Xuan muttered, and then stretched out.

Du Wenbo snorted coldly:

“Senior brother be careful. Look at the sword! ”

The voice just fell.

Du Wenbo waved the sword in his hand and stabbed at Lin Xuan.

This sword is quite ingenious, although it is a flat stab, but it hides three back hands and five variations.

When ordinary disciples encounter this sword, they will inevitably fall into the trap.

Yu Daiyan and the others nodded secretly when they saw this sword.

Among the three generations of disciples, having such a good hand is really a blessing for Wudang.

Du Wenbo’s master had a smile on his face, he knew that this apprentice had given him a long face.

Lin Xuan did not pay attention to Du Wenbo’s attack.

He moved lightly, then lifted the gourd in his hand and took a large sip of wine.

Swish!

Du Wenbo’s sword skipped directly past Lin Xuan, and he didn’t even touch his clothes.

Du Wenbo was not discouraged, and directly made a change in his back hand and raised his backhand.

Lin Xuan moved his footsteps again and dodged the attack.

After several attacks in a row, he didn’t even touch the corner of Lin Xuan’s clothes.

Du Wenbo withdrew his sword and stood in place.

Lin Xuan blinked his eyes and looked at the other party suspiciously.

“It seems that the basic sword move is unable to defeat Senior Brother. Next, Junior Brother, I want to use the Taiji Sword Technique, and I also ask Senior Brother to be careful. ”

Du Wenbo spoke confidently.

He wasn’t frustrated by the defeat just now.

After all.

What he used just now was just an ordinary sword move.

Then comes the big thing.

Lin Xuan burped:

“Come on.”

“Offended!”

The voice just fell.

Du Wenbo rushed towards Lin Xuan with an arrow.

“Three-ring set of moons!”

This is the starting style of the Tai Chi sword technique.

As Du Wenbo’s wrist shook, the sword slid, and a continuous aperture appeared.

This aperture implies murder, but it does not lead to it.

Whether inside or outside the circle, you can feel the fierce sword qi.

As soon as the so-called expert makes a move, he knows whether there is one or not.

This three-ring set of months in this hand has a year’s worth of skill.

Yin Liting sighed with some emotion:

“The current three generations of disciples are really getting stronger and stronger.”

Yu Daiyan looked at Mo Shenggu and teased

“Seventh Junior Brother, didn’t you say that Lin Xuan’s Sword Dao cultivation is very strong?”

“But now it seems that he has been trapped.”

Mo Shenggu pouted:

“You’ll understand if you read it.”

Others thought that Mo Shenggu was hard-mouthed, and they laughed one after another.

Right at this moment.

Lin Xuan pointed out with one hand.

To know.

He was barehanded, and if the other party was not careful, he could take off his arm.

In such a dangerous situation, Lin Xuan even dared to reach out.

I don’t know if it’s drunk, or if it’s such recklessness by nature.

The others shook their heads and sighed, feeling that Lin Xuan’s right hand was not safe.

Yu Daiyan and the others raised their eyebrows, and their faces were strange.

They had already seen the mystery of Lin Xuan’s pointing.

The angle, the timing, are just right.

Bite!

With a soft sound.

The sword in Du Wenbo’s hand had already fallen to the ground.

He covered his wrist and looked at Lin Xuan in disbelief.

It was so fast that he didn’t even know what was going on.

He just saw Lin Xuan reach out and point towards him, and then his wrist was like being stabbed by a bee.

The tingling sensation instantly paralyzed his nerves, making him unable to hold the sword in his hand, and finally lost.

Why?

His own “three-ring set of moons” is obviously flawless.

Even the master praised that his “three-ring set of moons” was a rare opponent among the three generations of disciples.

Unless it is a person who has cultivated to be profound, he can break it with strength.

Otherwise, it is almost invincible.

And now.

Lin Xuan could defeat him with his bare hands, and it was so easy.

Why is that?

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