Infinite cycle of the heavens

When Qi Fang came to the slope, he saw Song Yuanqiao and Monk Budai fighting. It seemed that the two had been fighting for a while. He saw Song Yuanqiao holding a long sword and stabbing thirteen swords in a row. Lightning, moves like an antelope's horns, each sword points to the indescribable Shenmen acupoint.

It can't be said that he poured his inner strength into Qiankun's air bag, and used the seemingly useless cloth bag as a shield, long whip, wooden stick, and pennant, commanding it like an arm, changing from his heart, and blocked Song Yuanqiao's ten swords in a row.

But Song Yuanqiao's moves were extremely fast and his sword movements were extremely clever, but the last three swords were forced to let go and let go of the bag.

"brush!"

Song Yuanqiao lifted Qiankun's bag of air with one sword, stretched out his ape's arm and grabbed it in his hand, then threw the cloth bag to Shubu, saying: "This time Song has taken advantage of the weapon, and the victory is invincible. Let's fight again Cultivation method."

As he spoke, he swung the long sword back and flew into the hands of a Wudang disciple.

It can't be said that he looks like Maitreya Buddha, and his laughter is also very similar. He laughed twice, and said: "The Thirteen Swords of Shenmen really deserve their reputation. Song Daxia is upright and modest in dealing with things. I can't say I admire him very much. Let the monk learn more today. Wudang Palm Technique."

He wrapped the cloth bag around his waist, and punched out with a "bang", but the punch was extremely strong, like a thunderbolt.

Song Yuanqiao made a green pine welcome gesture, and responded with Wudang cotton palms. With one palm on his fist, one pull, one draw, he let out the indescribable strength of the fist, and at the same time slapped his fist with his back.

Of these two people, one uses a set of strong and powerful punches, each punch can produce explosive energy, and the other uses four or two strokes of cotton palms, using softness to overcome rigidity, listening to thunder in a silent place.

The two fought for more than [-] moves. Song Yuanqiao caught a flaw in his opponent, and flicked his arm like a long whip, which hit the side of his waist, and softly shouted: "Fall!"

He took three steps back in a "thump, thump, thump" manner, and each step left a footprint about an inch deep on the ground. After three steps, his body swayed from side to side like a tumbler twice. To lie on the ground, but did not fall down.

Song Yuanqiao couldn't help but let out a soft 'huh', and said, "Master has such superb internal strength."

He let out a long breath, and said: "Wudang swordsmanship and boxing are the best in ancient and modern times. I can't say I admire it, but I am convinced when I lose."

Song Yuanqiao cupped his fists and said, "Accept, accept."

At this moment, a person came out from the group of monks in Shaolin Temple. It was Master Kongwen, the contemporary abbot of Shaolin Temple. He said, "You guys lost the first match, and the old monk will fight in the second match. I wonder who from your sect will give advice?"

Seeing a flash of blue shadow, a tall and thin middle-aged man appeared in the field and said: "Wei will come to experience Shaolin's supernatural skills in the second round."

Kong Wen said: "It turned out to be Bat King in Tsing Yi, one of the four great protectors of the Ming Sect. .”

Wei Yi said with a smile: "It's more than enough to beat the old monk."

Before the words finished, Wei Yixiao had already circled behind Kong Wen, grabbing his shoulder with his arms.

Kong Wen didn't turn his head back, turned his palm over, and hit the back with a "bang".

Before Wei Yixiao caught Kongwen, he felt a powerful force crushing towards him, he hurriedly stopped his figure, and changed from advancing to retreating in an instant. It returned to the original position, as if it had never moved. If someone with poor eyesight might not be able to see the change at all.

Wei Yixiao's face darkened, and he said in a concentrated voice: "Prajna Palm!"

Kong Wen put his hands together and said, "That's right, it's the Shaolin Prajna Palm."

Prajna palm is one of the 72 unique skills of Shaolin, and it can also rank in the forefront among many palm techniques. The biggest feature of this palm technique is that it is peaceful and peaceful, and there is no end to learning.Generally speaking, this is a palm technique that can be practiced for a lifetime, no matter how long it takes to practice, it will never reach the end, the more you practice, the stronger it becomes, there is no limit.

Wei Yi said with a smile: "The monk's palm technique is very powerful."

Kong Wen said: "The Bat King's lightness kung fu is also good."

Wei Yi smiled and said, "Come again."

Before the words were finished, Wei Yixiao bullied him again, his movement was like a ghost, silent, unpredictable, coming and going like lightning, sometimes in front, sometimes behind, making people dazzled.

All of a sudden, there were blue figures all over the place, Jane really seemed to have seven or eight Wei Yixiao and Wei Gongkong heard about it at the same time.

Kong Wen is as stable as Mount Tai, responding to all changes with the same, one palm after another slowly hits, the sound of "bang bang" is continuous, and a cloud of white mist rises above his head, obviously he has used all his strength .

Zhou Zhiruo stared at the field without blinking, and asked in a low voice, "Senior, who do you think will win?"

Qi Fang said: "It's hard to say, Tsing Yi Bat King's lightness kung fu is the best in the world, he can advance and retreat, but his fists and feet are obviously weaker than Kong Wen, and he dare not go forward to fight in close quarters. Kong Wen's Prajna Palm He was so hot that he protected his whole body with a pair of fleshy palms, but he didn't dare to move, as long as he moved a step, his flaws would be exposed, so he could only use defense instead of attack. Now the competition is who has the deeper skill and who can last longer. but……"

Zhou Zhiruo hurriedly asked, "But what?"

Qi Fang said: "However, Wei Yixiao's health is ailed. It is said that he made a mistake in his practice when he was young, and the cold and yin poison accumulated in his meridians, and the cold poison will explode as soon as he uses his internal energy. I'm afraid he may not be able to last for too long. Now we have to see Can he catch Kongwen's flaws before the cold poison takes hold?"

Zhou Zhiruo heard the words, stopped talking, and continued to stare at the field.

Changes happen in the next moment!

Others did not see the changes on the field at all, only heard a "bang", Wei Yixiao flew upside down like a kite with a broken string, sat on the ground with his buttocks, his face turned blue, and his whole body trembled, as if he was in a world of ice and snow. His lips were blue-purple from the cold, he kept trembling, and his hair and clothes were covered with a layer of hoarfrost.

Seeing this, Zhou Dian and Peng Yingyu, among the five scattered people, hurriedly came behind him, and put their palms on his back, using their skills to expel the cold poison for him.

The cold poison in Wei Yixiao's body had been accumulating for a long time, Zhou Dian and Peng Yingyu couldn't suppress it, the Yin Qi counterattacked and climbed along their arms.Looking from the outside, the palms and arms of the two also turned blue, and hoarfrost also covered them.

Peng Yingyu shouted: "This time the old bat is really desperate, we can't hold back, come and help."

Zhou Dian said tremblingly: "Not bad, not bad, it's fine for the old bat to go all out, but it will also implicate us."

Iron Crown Taoist Zhang Zhong and Leng Mian Mr. Leng Qian hurriedly sat cross-legged behind them, pressed their palms on the backs of Peng Yingyu and Zhou Dian, and combined the four of them to perform kung fu together, barely restraining the cold poison.

In the middle of the field, a Shaolin monk stood up and said loudly: "The result is already obvious, we have won this game."

Another monk said: "That's right, our abbot was kind and didn't kill him, otherwise the last palm would have killed Wei."

At this time, the abbot Kong heard the Buddha's name, and he said in harmony: "Amitabha, there is no need to argue, this battle was defeated by the old monk. Although the old monk hit Wei Shizhu in the last palm, the Bat King used his extremely light kung fu to dispel it. After losing half of my strength, there is no serious problem, I still have the strength to fight again, but the cold poison breaks out, and it doesn't matter. And..."

Speaking of this, there was a crisp sound of "click", a Buddhist bead on Kongwen's chest suddenly split into four or five petals, fell off the bead string, and fell in front of his feet.

Kong Wen continued: "At the last moment, Bat King crushed the Buddhist bead on the old man with his fingers. If this finger hadn't been pinched on the Buddhist bead, the old man would have no strength to fight anymore."

At this moment, Wei Yixiao was no longer trembling, and although his face was still blue, he was able to speak, and said in a trembling voice: "Abbot, don't...don't be humble...that palm only used [-]...[-]% of the force...or else the old bat Already... already dead."

At this time Yang Xiao said: "You two don't need to fight any more, this match will be considered a tie, how about it?"

Song Yuanqiao said: "Yang Zuoshi is right. Bat King's lightness kung fu is rare in the world, and Master Kongwen's palm technique is also exquisite. The strengths of the two are indistinguishable. Let's make peace in this match."

"Amitabha." Kong heard the Buddha's name and had no objection.

Yang Xiao said: "Since everyone has no objection, then this match will be considered a draw. The third match will be played by Yang. I don't know which master from Wudang and Shaolin will come to enlighten me."

People from Wudang and Shaolin factions all became serious when they heard the words.

Among the Ming Cult, the leader with the highest status and strength is naturally the leader, followed by the left and right envoys and the four great dharma kings, among which the left and right envoys are still ranked above the four dharma kings.

Abbot Kongwen is already the most powerful of the two factions of Shaolin and Wudang. Even Song Yuanqiao may not be able to surpass Kongwen, but he is only tied with Tsing Yi Bat King, who ranks last among the Four Great Dharma Kings .

Now that Guangming Zuo envoy Yang Xiao is going to fight, who can fight the enemy among the two factions?

Song Yuanqiao chuckled lightly, and said, "Let Song Mou come and learn about Guangming Zuoshi..."

Yu Daiyan, who ranked second among the Seven Heroes of Wudang, said: "Elder brother, you have already fought a battle with a master who can't be said, and your skills are a bit exhausted. Let me do this battle."

Song Yuanqiao hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "Alright then, Junior Brother, do your best."