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Fang Dongbai is also a martial arts master of his generation, with extremely rich fighting experience. He has been through life and death situations countless times in his life, and he understood Song Yuanqiao's plan in a flash. Until now, he had to admit that Song Yuanqiao
This leader of Wudang seems to be a bit modest and has the air of a Confucian gentleman, but he is not a fool. He has unfathomable wisdom and has quietly mastered the current battle.
Moisturizing things silently and subtly can force the opponent into a desperate situation. This is also a kind of martial arts wisdom. There is no doubt that Song Yuanqiao has mastered the application of this.
"Your Excellency has such swordsmanship, as fast as wind and thunder, as fast as lightning. You should not be an unknown person. If I read it correctly, you should be Fang Dongbai, the Eight-Armed Divine Sword back then. It's a pity that you were the elder of the Beggar Clan back then.
, today you have become a running dog of the Tatars, which is disgraceful!"
Song Yuanqiao's tone was calm, but the light in his eyes gradually became sharper. As the head of Wudang, he knew a lot about the martial arts of all sects in the world. He knew many martial arts anecdotes very well because of the words and deeds of the great master Zhang Sanfeng. In just one time
During the confrontation, he saw that the swordsman he was fighting was none other than Fang Dongbai, the Eight-Armed Divine Sword back then.
It was precisely because of this that Song Yuanqiao felt heartbroken. Throughout the generations, the Beggar Gang has always put loyalty first and was chivalrous and courageous. But Fang Dongbai, as the elder of the Beggar Gang back then, willingly degenerated and became a lackey of the Mongolian Tatars. This is simply
The scum of the martial arts world should be punished by everyone.
"Hmph, it's not your turn to teach me how to act, I'd better go through today's test first and then talk about it."
Song Yuanqiao's words hit the target of Fang Dongbai's pain. In today's world, as a member of the Central Plains martial arts community, serving the Mongolian Tatars, the pressure you need to endure is not trivial. As long as you don't completely lose your conscience, you will see the Yuan-Meng court in China.
It is impossible to remain indifferent to the brutal rule of the earth, and Fang Dongbai is no exception. However, when he entered Ruyang Prince's Palace, there were many passes, and it was not clear what was right or wrong for a while.
Fang Dongbai snorted angrily and urged his inner strength. The long sword in his hand seemed to be surrounded by a layer of light. When the sword was drawn out, there was a faint sound of wind and thunder, which was very frightening.
Chi chi, the sword edge cuts through layers of air, and the sound of the broken air current hurts the eardrums.
(This chapter is not finished yet, please turn the page.) Fang Dongbai's arms trembled, drawing out phantoms. As his body movements changed, the man and his sword merged into one, and a ball of cold light stabbed out like lightning.
This sword was dazzling and as fast as thunder. A thunderbolt flashed through the void, and a sword tip shrouded in cold light appeared three inches away from Song Yuanqiao's eyebrows.
"Wind and Thunder Sword!"
Fang Dongbai snorted coldly, his tone was cold, with a strong murderous intention. This sword was his lifelong secret skill, the wind and thunder sword, the sword came out like wind and thunder, it was fast and strange, the inside and outside were integrated, and it hit his life-long skill and power.
extraordinary.
With just one sword, countless masters have fallen to the sword in the past decades. Now facing masters like Song Yuanqiao, if Fang Dongbai did not use the most dazzling swordsmanship, today's outcome would be really worrying.
"Like thunder and lightning, such a fast sword!"
Song Yuanqiao felt awe-inspiring in his heart. The power of this sword alone made Fang Dongbai worthy of being an eight-armed divine sword. His swordsmanship was like a god. He didn't dare to be careless anymore. With a thought, the internal power of Wudang Pure Yang Kung flowed continuously in his body, and Wan Lai surrounded him.
They were all quiet, their ears and eyes were clear, and there was only a flash of cold lightning-like sword light in their eyes.
When the long sword moves, hardness and softness are combined, as if the two bodies are separated. There seems to be black and white sword energy flowing densely, and a continuous sword circle emerges around Song Yuanqiao.
Wudang Liangyi Swordsmanship!
This is a unique skill in Wudang swordsmanship. Before Zhang Sanfeng's Tai Chi sword appeared in the world, this Liangyi swordsmanship was the supreme skill in Wudang swordsmanship.
At this moment, when used in Song Yuanqiao's hand, the sword's light is pure, the sword's intention is first revealed, the speed and slowness are alternated, the movement and stillness are appropriate, it seems that the two swords are divided, and the true meaning is long-lasting.
Clang! A series of continuous trembling sounds sounded, as if layers of lightning emerged in the void. Fang Dongbai's wind and thunder sword was actually blocked by Song Yuanqiao. This sword was clearly understood by the gods, and he sensed a sword in the dark.
The light was intercepted.
Fang Dongbai's expression changed in shock, and his face suddenly turned pale.
A peerless sword with concentrated energy and spirit was cut off in this way. For a master of swordsmanship like Fang Dongbai, the blow was self-evidently heavy.
Even Fang Dongbai's internal organs had been injured due to the pull of Qi. Song Yuanqiao was worthy of being Zhang Sanfeng's first disciple. His internal swordsmanship had reached an extremely high level. He could gain the upper hand at the last moment against a senior master like Fang Dongbai.
Song Yuanqiao's sword transformed
(This chapter is not finished, please turn the page) Layers of sword light blocked Fang Dongbai's wind and thunder sword. The swords were connected in a chain, and there was a piece under his feet. When the sword light was spat out, a wisp of blood spattered out with a pop, and Fang Dongbai was stunned.
With a snort, the sword cut a several-inch long wound on his chest, and blood flowed across it.
Fang Dongbai sighed in his heart, knowing that today he had lost his energy and was no longer a match for Song Yuanqiao, so he had already begun to think about retreating.
It is normal for a martial arts master like Fang Dongbai to seek good fortune and avoid misfortune. He knew very well that if he continued to fight, in his current state, there would definitely be more misfortune than good, so he snorted softly and jumped up.
, is about to leave.
Song Yuanqiao's eyes flashed, and he would not let the tiger go back to the mountain. Although he had blocked Fang Dongbai's most powerful sword just now, it was not without the slightest danger. It can only be said that it was a bit reluctant. If the two of them were talking about real kung fu, they would still be in the same position.
Between the two brothers, they finally had the upper hand today, so they naturally had to pursue the victory without giving their opponents a chance.
He stepped forward and was about to pursue him when he heard a scream not far away. The voice was familiar, it was Mo Shenggu, the Seven Heroes of Wudang.
With a quick glance, Song Yuanqiao saw Mo Shenggu staggering back and being repelled by an old man in black.
"That's it." He sighed in his heart, knowing that it was absolutely impossible for him to keep Fang Dongbai today, and he could not ignore Mo Shenggu's safety no matter what.
After a few steps to catch up, Song Yuanqiao's long sword turned into sword lights and charged towards the old man in black. The dense air-conditioning hit him. The old man was about to continue to attack Mo Shenggu when a cold feeling came from behind, and he turned around suddenly.
Seeing Song Yuanqiao's magnanimity, the long sword cut through the air, and the sword tip came out. The sword contained the true power of the inner family, and the sword's move was very dangerous with a needle hidden in the cotton.
"Wudang Song Yuanqiao!"
This old man in black was none other than the Luzhangke among the two elders Xuan Ming. At this time, he also appeared outside the Xianxian Gorge and participated in the attack on the six major sects.
Facing Song Yuanqiao's sword attack, Luzhangke didn't dare to be careless. He snorted lightly, changed his palm technique, turned his steps, and smacked him with his palm. With a pop, it landed right on the spine of Song Yuanqiao's sword.
The two of them trembled at the same time. They looked at each other and saw the seriousness in each other's eyes.
"Brother, be careful of this old man's Xuanming Divine Palm!"
Mo Shenggu looked pale and recovered a little. When he saw Song Yuanqiao coming to help, he felt relieved and reminded loudly.