What the old naughty boy used was a unique skill that he had inadvertently figured out over the years, fighting with both hands.
Although this technique of fighting with both hands cannot double a person's skill, it can take a big advantage in his moves.
The old naughty boy's skill is naturally inferior to that of Huang Yaoshi, but the gap is not very big. With the skill of fighting with both hands, it is equivalent to two old naughty boys taking action at the same time. Under such circumstances, the relationship between the two
That slight gap is enough to make up for it.
Just like this, Huang Yaoshi was naturally at a disadvantage due to the old naughty boy's clever move.
Huang Yaoshi thought the old naughty boy was joking, but he didn't expect that he would be at a disadvantage during the fight. The old naughty boy used his martial arts skills with each hand, and when they were combined, he was a little unable to resist. Although he was not completely defeated, it was conceivable.
It is not easy to reverse the situation.
Hong Qigong and Ouyang Feng were also masters and masters with unique vision. At this time, they saw that the old naughty boy had forced Huang Yaoshi to a disadvantage. When they took a closer look at the martial arts he used, they couldn't help but be horrified.
The two looked at each other and saw the solemn look in each other's eyes.
After dozens of moves, Huang Yaoshi retreated and stopped taking action.
"Bo Tong, your kung fu is indeed amazing. Huang has lost this battle. From now on, you can come and go freely on my Peach Blossom Island."
With a sigh, Huang Yaoshi let go. He was not someone who couldn't afford to lose.
"Haha, Huang Laoxie, this is what you said. I have lived on this Peach Blossom Island for more than ten years, and I can finally leave. You have trapped me for more than ten years, and I defeated you just now. Our grudge
That clears things up."
The old naughty boy kept shouting excitedly. He had been trapped on the island for more than ten years. Once he could leave, no one would be able to feel calm.
As soon as he calmed down, the old naughty boy happened to see Huang Rong and Guo Jing standing beside Hong Qigong holding hands. His eyes lit up and he ran over in a few steps.
"Haha, Brother Guo, is this your little wife? She turns out to be Huang Laoxie's daughter. Alas, alas, it's not good, it's very bad. What's the point of finding a woman? It's more fun to practice martial arts."
The old naughty boy patted Guo Jing on the shoulder and smiled.
Huang Rong looked gloomy and glared at him fiercely.
"Brother Zhou, don't talk nonsense."
"Hey, Brother Guo, you don't know this. You must not get involved with this woman. Once you get involved, it will be very bad. You won't be able to practice many kung fu."
Zhou Botong chattered for a while, which made people speechless.
"Okay, Huang Laoxie, the old naughty boy is not staying on your island anymore. You quickly find a boat. I want to leave."
Zhou Botong rolled his eyes and glanced at Hong Qigong again, "Old beggar, do you have anything else to do? How about we leave together?"
"There's no rush, no hurry, Rong'er and Jing'er's marriage has just been finalized. Let's not leave today. Let's have a good meal first."
Hong Qigong had a look of salivation on his face. He was not in a hurry to leave. He was quite looking forward to Huang Rong's food.
"Okay, let's leave early tomorrow morning. Old Poison, are you leaving?"
"I haven't seen you for many years, but Brother Yao is going to spend time here."
Ouyang Feng had an expression of indifference. He was in a really bad mood right now. First, his marriage proposal failed, then there was the Nine Yin Scriptures in Guo Jing's possession, and the old naughty boy's great progress in martial arts. These things happened one after another.
None of this is a good thing for him, how can he be happy about it.
As for staying on Peach Blossom Island, it was also for Huang Yaoshi's Qimen Formation.
Before recruiting a bride, there is something to be said in advance. Regardless of Guo Jing or Ouyang Ke, the winner will naturally become the son-in-law of Peach Blossom Island, and the loser will not return empty-handed. Huang Yaoshi can also teach the Qimen Formation.
Huang Yaoshi's knowledge is so extensive. Not to mention the world's best martial arts, all kinds of miscellaneous studies are also very important. Today, Ouyang Feng's uncle and nephew have failed in their marriage proposal. It is possible to obtain Huang Yaoshi's knowledge of spells and formations.
It was a big gain. How could Ouyang Feng let go of such benefits?
The group of people returned to the island. It was getting late. After everyone had a delicious meal, they settled in each other under Huang Yaoshi's arrangement.
In the middle of the night, Taiyuan sat cross-legged in the room, quietly breathing in and out, breathing deeply, moving the strong energy in the body, constantly tempering the internal organs, and traces of pure energy continued to wash back and forth in the internal organs, and many impurities were also eliminated.
It was expelled from the body while he was breathing in and out.
The cultivation of the innate fetal breath realm is so meticulous that there is no room for sloppiness. The organs are as weak as skin and bones. If you are not careful, you will be injured. Therefore, even though Taiyuan has already experienced it once, he still does not dare to be careless. Every time
Be careful every time you breathe in or out.
The powerful mental power controls the slow flow of true energy in the body, tempering the internal organs bit by bit. Under the meditation, all changes in the body can be seen.
Just as Taiyuan was getting better, he suddenly heard an unusual wisp of wind blowing by outside.
Just this slight movement woke him up from his emptiness.
He frowned, and with a slight movement, he noticed a powerful and strange aura from outside the room.
"This aura must be that of Ouyang Feng. What is this man doing in the middle of the night?"
With doubts in his heart, Taiyuan became a little dissatisfied. The practice of the innate fetal breath realm must not be neglected at all. Now that there is movement, he can no longer practice without distraction. If something unexpected happens, it may be chaotic.
The smell of home.
He floated out of the door, and sure enough, he saw a figure in white heading towards a house silently under the dark night.
Just by looking at him, Taiyuan knew that his guess was absolutely correct. The sneaky person was none other than Ouyang Feng, the Western Poisoner.
And the direction he went to was actually Guo Jing's room.
As soon as he thought about it, Taiyuan didn't know what this person was thinking. It was obvious that he came for the Nine Yin Sutra.
During the memorization competition during the day, although Huang Yaoshi interrupted Guo Jing's recitation, the scriptures he recited exceeded the content recorded on the remaining pages of the book. Ouyang Feng was so smart that he immediately understood what was happening to Guo Jing.
With the complete Nine Yin Sutra, I started to get interested.
In the dead of night, he restrained his breath, carefully avoided the reactions of Hong Qigong, Huang Yaoshi and others, and sneaked all the way towards Guo Jing's room, in order to capture Guo Jing directly and get the Nine Yin Manual from his mouth
scriptures.
Since he had guessed Ouyang Feng's intention, Taiyuan also followed him quietly. With his innate fetal breath state at this time, he narrowed the pores all over his body and switched to internal breathing. Following Ouyang Feng, he was unpredictable.
Sure enough, even though Ouyang Feng had been extremely careful, Taiyuan's martial arts was at a higher level than him, so it was naturally difficult for him to realize that there was someone following him behind him.
Just as Taiyuan had guessed, Ouyang Feng couldn't hold himself back ever since he discovered that Guo Jing was carrying the Nine Yin Scriptures. He floated like a ghost in the night, and soon he arrived outside the window of Guo Jing's room.
When he glanced around, he saw Guo Jing sitting cross-legged on the bed, meditating on his inner strength, and he felt happy.
Just because this inner strength cultivation, unless it has reached the point of divine enlightenment, must be devoted wholeheartedly and without distractions. With Guo Jing's current cultivation level, it is natural that he has not yet reached the state of whim, so Ouyang Feng secretly screamed in his heart
God help me.
He walked to the door, murmuring secretly, and the door opened quietly. After rushing into the room, without hesitation, he straightened his body, as fast as lightning, and pointed at Guo Jing with one finger.
With Ouyang Feng's skill, he pointed with all his strength. Even if Guo Jing was on guard, it would be difficult to resist him. Not to mention that he was currently practicing hard on his internal strength, so it was naturally difficult to detect him.
It wasn't until a wisp of cold wind appeared in his chest that Guo Jing suddenly woke up. He opened his eyes and looked horrified. He saw a figure in white, coming towards him like a ghost. A finger full of energy had already reached three feet in front of him.
inch distance.
Only then did he realize that Guo Jing felt sad. He knew that no matter how hard he struggled, it would be impossible to block this finger.
Ouyang Feng was secretly happy, knowing that his plan was about to succeed. As long as Guo Jing was restrained, with his methods, the scriptures of the Nine Yin Manual would naturally be at his fingertips. Decades of anticipation were right in front of him.
Grandmaster Ouyang Feng could not control his state of mind, and his breathing became slightly rapid.
Just when Ouyang Feng was in ecstasy and Guo Jing was in despair, there was a soft hiss and a cold light suddenly appeared in the room.
Taiyuan took action. He followed Ouyang Feng all the way. How could he succeed? At the most critical moment, he held a long sword and thrust out with a sword. It was as fast as thunder and the sword light was cold.
The sword energy was cold and came out thickly. The sword was frighteningly fast and it reached behind Ouyang Feng in the blink of an eye.
Like a peerless assassin, the most glorious stab in the dark night.
Ouyang Feng suddenly felt a chill in his heart. His heart was beating loudly, and he could hear it clearly in the silent night.
"No!" He yelled "No", and Ouyang Feng's strong innate energy began to activate violently. He knew that today had reached a critical moment of life and death, and if he didn't do anything right, he might die on the spot.
As for the pointed finger, he took it back immediately. He knew very well that although his pointed finger could subdue Guo Jing, the terrifying sword light behind him was also enough to penetrate his...
Chest and back, the consequences are tragic.
Between the Nine Yin Manual and his own life, Ouyang Feng was very decisive and chose his own life without hesitation.
No matter who you are, you will make this choice. Although the magic book is precious, it is still nothing compared to your own life.
With a groan, Ouyang Feng forced his power to move, and his body moved three inches out of thin air.
Even so, he still did not completely dodge the terrifying sword from behind.
With a sneer, the sound of metal piercing flesh was heard, and a bone-deep wound was cut on Ouyang Feng's arm. Blood flowed gurglingly, and the sharp sword energy wreaked havoc in the meridians of his arm.
With just one move, one of Ouyang Feng's arms was temporarily disabled.
Taiyuan's swordsmanship is so terrifying. He restrained his aura and it was almost a sneak attack. There was no way he could return without success.
If Ouyang Feng didn't leave anything behind, how could he be able to withstand his sword?
After the sword strike, Taiyuan did not take any further action. He was also a great master. The sword strike just now was purely to prevent Ouyang Feng from attacking Guo Jing. Since Ouyang Feng was injured at this time, there was no need to rush to attack.
"Mr. Ouyang, you are really in such a good mood, why did you do this in such a long night?"
An indifferent voice sounded in the room. Ouyang Feng turned around, his eyes as cold as knives, and he saw the young Taoist at a glance. For mobile phone users, please visit http://m.piaotian.net