Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

Wang Xuebin was stunned when he saw them, so he reminded them.

Huang Yaoshi and Hong Qi thought of their business, and sat down to adjust their breathing to adjust their state. Duan Zhixing saw that they were calmly adjusting their breath, hesitated, and sat down too.

Ouyang Feng was worried, he found a corner to mobilize his internal energy, but Wang Chongyang stood where he was, and didn't intend to adjust his breath.

Wang Xuebin looked at him and asked:

"Won't Daoist Wang make some adjustments?"

Wang Chongyang stroked his beard and said:

"Pimpedao's innate kung fu is doing it all the time. Walking, sitting, and lying down are all exercises, but Guanlan, you go up the cliff, and the wear and tear must be a lot. Do you need to rest?"

Wang Xuebin smiled, turned to look at Chaoyang and said:

"No, wouldn't it be a pity if you missed the sunrise because of breath adjustment?"

"The red sun is just rising, its way is bright!"

Wang Chongyang looked at Wang Xuebin, and gradually became more cautious in his heart, he must not be underestimated!

Not long after, the others finished adjusting their breath and stood up one after another, facing each other.

The atmosphere gradually became dignified.

Wang Xuebin looked at the five people, chuckled and said:

"Huashan Lunjian? Let's start!"

Chapter 113 On the Sword

This peak of Huashan Mountain has no name at all. The peak is twenty feet square, and there are four bluestones standing on the south side. The only characteristic is that it is dangerous.

The mountains are as high as clouds, incomparably marvelous, and uninhabited. This is also the reason why the competition location is set here.

There are no regulations for martial arts competitions, and it is not like the later generations, where there are six to five, semi-finals and the like, let alone the rematch.

The rules here are simple and rude!

Just fight until you are convinced, and continue to fight if you are not convinced. They are all the pride of heaven, and no one will play tricks, so no one came up to witness.

If Number One in the World cannot convince everyone else, others will not admit it.

Of the six people, everyone is an opponent. At this time, no matter how good the relationship is, they will not hold back. This is respect for others and respect for oneself.

The atmosphere at the scene was extremely dignified, and no one dared to make a move first, for fear of being hit by everyone.

Therefore, the choice of shot is very cautious.

With the bright sun in the sky, Ouyang Feng lost his patience. He held the Spirit Snake Staff in his left hand, and his eyes wandered.

Suddenly, he kicked the tail of the stick with his right foot, and the head of the stick hit Wang Xuebin.

He didn't know about other people, but Wang Xuebin was the most famous, so he planned to test Wang Xuebin's quality first.

Hearing the wind, Wang Xuebin didn't retreat, but took a diagonal step, using Baguazhang.

Ordinarily, the best way to deal with this kind of long weapon is close combat.

There are always exceptions to everything, and poisonous masters like Ouyang Feng are exceptions.

Wang Xuebin and Ouyang Feng took the lead in attacking. Huang Yaoshi saw that his target was robbed, so he chose Wang Chongyang, a well-known opponent.

Hong Qi and Duan Zhixing were not idle, they fought together.

No one wants to attack more than less, unless one can't beat them.

Ouyang Feng, who was the first to strike, was also the first to be unable to hold on.

Ouyang Feng's kung fu is different from that of the Central Plains, his stick technique is pointing east and west, and he is elusive.

It's a pity that I met Wang Xuebin, he is very familiar with Kung Fu in the Western Regions!

He was familiar with it, but Ouyang Feng felt aggrieved!

Wang Xuebin punched out, hitting Ouyang Feng's weak point.

He avoided it, and received a punch from Wang Xuebin with the spirit snake staff.

Clang!

Where the fists and sticks intersected, there was the sound of gold and iron clashing.

Wang Xuebin's fist was powerful and heavy, Ouyang Feng couldn't resist it at all.

The force was transmitted from the rod body to the wrist, and he couldn't hold it in his hand, and the spirit snake rod hit his chest.

The man and the staff flew out for about twenty meters and hit the bluestone, a mouthful of blood spewed out of his mouth, making it difficult to get up.

He lay on the ground, looked at Wang Xuebin in shock and asked:

"You... how did you see through my way?"

Wang Xuebin did not stop, and replied directly:

"You haven't mastered the kung fu of the old man in the mountains!"

Ouyang Feng's elder brother is the former Dharma king of Mingjiao. Except for the Ha Toa Gong, he learned other exercises from Mingjiao.

And Wang Xuebin is precisely the person who knows the martial arts methods of Mingjiao best. After all, the sacred torch order engraved with the old man's exercises in the mountains is still in his hands.

Wang Xuebin gradually became excited, looking at Hong Qi, Wang Chongyang and others who were in a ball, he rushed up directly.

I saw him fully opening up his momentum, punching out with a punch, and his muscles and bones screaming.

With a loud explosion, it pressed down on the four people who were fighting.

The momentum shocked the four of them.

No one would have imagined that Wang Xuebin, who is usually gentle and gentle, would have such power in his hands.

Boom!

With a fist full of wind, it hit Hong Qi.

Between fists and palms, there was a shocking roar.

The Eighteen Palms of Subduing Dragon is Zhigang's palm technique, but Wang Xuebin's fist is not weak at all.

He punched 17 times in a row.

Hong Qilian retreated 17 steps.

"Haha! Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms? Not bad!"

Wang Xuebin smiled boldly, took half a step forward, and left deep footprints between the rocks.

The force rises from the ground, with the belt on the back, the shoulders on the shoulders, and the elbow on the shoulders, and a fist bursts out, which is as shocking as earth-shattering.

There was no way Hong Qifu could dodge it, so he used all his strength to unleash a move called Shenlong Swinging Tail.

This is the last pose of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, and it is also the most powerful one.

The secret of Subduing Dragon Palm is to hit seven points and keep three points, so that it will last for a long time, but now Hong Qi can't care about that much anymore.

Gathering the strength of the whole body, he blasted out with a palm.

Snapped!

With the sound of an explosion, Hong Qi also flew out, and lay limp on the ground, unable to fight any more.

On the other hand, Wang Xuebin and Lian Zhan still looked full of air.

Turning around and looking at the three standing there, he said with a smile:

"Come on together, I want to fight three!"

After finishing speaking, he rushed forward without waiting for their rebuttal.

Wang Chongyang's skill is really not shallow.

Leaping forward, the person turned into a phantom in the air, and with a whistling, three beams of sword light pierced Wang Xuebin's body.

The indescribable joy on Wang Xuebin's expression didn't seem to put Wang Chongyang in his eyes.

As soon as he turned around, the person disappeared.

Wang Chongyang's sword also pierced into the empty space!

"Brother Huang, be careful!"

Duan Zhixing's roar suddenly came from Huang Yaoshi's ear.

Suddenly, his hairs stood on end, and he rushed forward, turned around in the air, faced Wang Xuebin, and stood with a flute.

Not only Huang Yaoshi was terrified, but Duan Zhixing beside him was also terrified, his reaction couldn't keep up with Wang Xuebin's movements at all.

Wang Xuebin glanced at Duan Zhixing, didn't care, flicked his right hand, a black fan appeared, he held the fan with one hand, and looked at the three of them.

"I am coming!"

As soon as the words fell, the person turned into a phantom again, wandering around the three of them.

The three of them worked together to fight Wang Xuebin with fast speed. In the blink of an eye, more than ten strokes have been passed.

All of a sudden, Wang Chongyang's sword body shook, breaking up a mass of energy. Seeing this, Duan Zhixing shouted in shock:

"One yang finger? You know one yang finger!"

He has practiced this kung fu for 20 years, and he can recognize it even with his eyes closed.

Wang Xuebin heard the words and fell on the bluestone beside him, looked at the surprised three people and said:

"Mingjiao suppresses and teaches magical skills, the universe has shifted greatly, please enlighten me!"

After speaking, he flew into battle again.

Hong Qi and Ouyang Feng, who were lying on the ground, looked at the crowd, sweating uncontrollably on their foreheads.

They could still see the moves of Huang Yaoshi and Duan Zhixing clearly, but they were really helpless for the moves of Wang Chongyang and Wang Xuebin.

Thinking of the speed of Wang Xuebin who had fought against them just now, I couldn't help but feel afraid. If Wang Xuebin's speed was at full speed, life and death would be up to the two of them.

While thinking, two more figures flew over, none other than Huang Yaoshi and Duan Zhixing, looking at their stiff bodies, it was obvious that their acupuncture points had been tapped.

On the field, Wang Xuebin and Wang Chongyang stood facing each other. Wang Xuebin looked at Wang Chongyang who was guarding with a sword and said:

"Really Wang, there are only you and me left, what's the matter? Do you need to rest for a while?"

Wang Chongyang shook his head and asked back:

"Could it be that Guanlan is tired? How about you take a rest first, and when you have enough rest, let's fight again!"

Wang Xuebin smiled when he heard this:

"Since the real person doesn't appreciate it, please forgive me for being rude!"

After finishing speaking, he put away his fan and punched lightly.

Both of them have innate cultivation bases, their expressions are restrained, and the prestige of the fight is not great.

But whether it's the vertical and horizontal sword marks on the ground or the broken bluestone, they all show that the moves of the two are unusual.

Wang Chongyang's swordsmanship is simple and majestic, every move is clear and distinct.

Wang Xuebin's boxing is smooth and steady, welcoming and sending, and stretching with the song.

At their level, the moves are meaningless.

The real competition is the background, the vision, the mind, and the perseverance!

The two fought from noon to sunset, and from dusk to dawn.

The four people on the side had already recovered, but none of them intervened in their battle, but watched mesmerized from the side.

The two kept fighting each other, and white smoke came out of their bodies. This was caused by the extreme luck of real energy and the transpiration of sweat. At this time, it was time to compete for perseverance.

"Guanlan, you and I belong to the same clan, why can't we work together to carry forward the foundation of the ancestor? Why do we need to add many obstacles to the uncle?"

Wang Chongyang was really puzzled, he didn't understand Wang Xuebin's thinking, he had never seen the prosperous world of the later generations, and he couldn't understand what Wang Xuebin did.

The figure of the two of them did not stop, and their bodies were filled with their own auras.

Wang Chongyang's whole body was full of pure and empty energy, it was obvious that Taoism had reached its peak.

Surrounding Wang Xuebin is a spirit of a spark that can start a prairie fire.

"The way is different, and we don't conspire with each other. We Han people are weak, our national road is not prosperous, surrounded by wolves, and we are in danger of being overthrown! You want me to preach with you?"