The whistling wind became more intense, and Fat Toutuo waved the Zen staff in his hand more and more rapidly. The air was cut through, and the shrill silver light flickered into a curtain of light, shrouding the Gui Zhong.
"Splitting the Wind Staff Technique!"
Fat Toutuo let out a long roar, and a Zen staff was messy and fierce, powerful and heavy, and as fast as lightning. The strength and speed suddenly increased a lot.
These moves are exactly one of Fat Tou Tuo's exquisite staff techniques, called the Wind Splitting Staff Technique. The moves may seem messy, but in fact they are dangerous. In the blink of an eye, Gui Zhong felt that the aura of Fat Tou Tuo in front of him changed drastically, as if he was crazy.
, a group of stick shadows waved into one piece, and the sharp air flow tore like a sharp sword.
The air-conditioning was so intense that Gui Zhong's eyes lit up, and he immediately realized that Fat Toutuo's combat power had increased a lot.
"What a splitting wind staff technique." He praised in his mouth, his mind condensed, and he was in a trance like the wind. His long sword danced rapidly, and the wispy sword light kept cutting through the shadows of the staff, and sometimes there was a fierce sound.
There was a roaring sound, and the weapons in the hands of the two men contained powerful internal force. Once they collided, they exploded like thunder and fire. On the mountain road, two groups of figures were fighting together, and the dust was flying. Everyone outside could even see their figures.
Not real anymore.
Gui Zhong exerted the Xiyi Sword Technique with all his strength, his inner breath was continuous, and the sword light was as fast as lightning, almost indistinguishable to the naked eye. What was even more exquisite was that there seemed to be a layer of mysterious energy covering his long sword, and the sword blade broke through
The sound made by opening the void is getting smaller and smaller, which is the beauty of "Xiyi" in Xiyi swordsmanship.
Gui Zhong was pleasantly surprised when he noticed that his swordsmanship had improved tremendously. In the way of martial arts, one still needs to go through many battles before he can make progress. He just wanted to practice hard to reach the pinnacle of a skill.
situation, it is almost impossible.
As he is now, he has been practicing Xiyi swordsmanship for many years. Although he has constantly understood its secrets and has a certain understanding of the magic of Xiyi, when this swordsmanship is performed, it is still far away from the realm of Ruoxi Ruoyi.
There is a huge gap.
But now, Liaodong Fat Tutuo's random splitting wind staff technique has brought huge pressure to Gui Zhong. Under this pressure, his Xiyi swordsmanship has begun to grow and improve rapidly, and various mysteries in the swordsmanship have emerged one after another.
It shows that the roughness of swordsmanship in the past has gradually been made up for under such pressure.
Fat Toutuo was like a whetstone, constantly refining Gui Zhong's swordsmanship.
A strong wind blew in the face, and the huge phantoms of the Zen staff continued to kill. Gui Zhong's steps were steady, avoiding the real and attacking the weak. The Xiyi sword technique in his hand was continuously used, and the strands of sword energy were like a net.
, constantly shrouding Fat Toutuo.
"Chichi", the sound of gold and iron entering flesh kept ringing out. Fat Toutuo was extremely depressed. There were scars on his chest, arms, shoulders, thighs, and everywhere on his body, and they were dripping with blood. This was because he had rich fighting experience, and he was covered with blood.
He was highly skilled in kung fu. He would always dodge a little at the most critical moment and avoid the vital points. It looked like he was covered in blood, but in fact, all he suffered were superficial injuries. Given his skill, it was not a big deal.
Even so, Fat Toutuo became more and more shocked. He felt that the swordsmanship of the man in front of him had become more powerful in a short period of time. The sword light became more and more insubstantial, and the slightest sound of wind gradually became difficult to detect.
It's like an invisible shadowless sword. If the sensing is slightly wrong, you will be stabbed by the terrifying sword light immediately.
"Damn it, Taoist Taiyuan, what kind of swordsmanship are you doing? How dare you compete with me in an upright manner!"
Facing Xiyi's swordsmanship, Fat Toutuo felt like he was being attacked all the time. The continuous sword light made him blind and deaf, and he became blind and deaf. If it weren't for his superb skills and ability to deal with crises,
It was a very strong feeling, and I was afraid that I would be killed by Gui Zhong's sword.
"Huh, Fat Toutuo, you have little knowledge. Pindao's swordsmanship is called Xiyi swordsmanship. The power lies in the word Xiyi. It's hard for you to figure out the secrets, but you said such ignorant words. It's really
It’s a good time to laugh!”
Gui Zhong sneered and said sarcastically.
Fat Toutuo screamed, with raging anger in his heart. He didn't pay attention, and his neck got cold. He was frightened, and a lazy donkey rolled directly. With a stabbing sound, a line of blood was drawn from his back. Even so, he was still allowed to come out.
Cold sweat broke out all over his head. He was almost, almost just now, smeared on his neck by a sword. How dangerous this was.
"Humph, Taoist Taiyuan, I remember you. One day you will be defeated by me."
Fat Toutuo's heart was cold, knowing that he might not be Gui Zhong's opponent today, he immediately roared, the sound waves rolling, making people's ears and eyes buzz, but his own feet were like wheels, and in the blink of an eye he stirred up a cloud of dust,
Fleeed far away.
Gui Zhong put away his sword and stood up, without going up to catch up. He gained a lot from today's battle. His swordsmanship with Xiyi finally improved to a higher level, and he understood a hint of Xiyi's meaning. All of this was thanks to Fat Toutuo.
Naturally, I didn't bother to chase him.
"The Taoist Master is indeed very good at swordsmanship, and the poor monk and others are very impressed!"
The Four King Kongs walked over in a few steps and praised them repeatedly.
"Everyone is ridiculously praising me. I am just inheriting the legacy of my ancestors."
After everyone chatted for a while, no one came to stop them, and they quickly descended Mount Wutai.
After entering Datong Mansion, Gui Zhong suddenly received a code from the Huashan Sect. It seemed that there was something to gather among the disciples, which surprised him. He had been traveling around in the past few years and had never returned to Huashan. Even Gui Xin
The two elders of Shu only exchanged letters from time to time, but this time they actually saw the Huashan Sect's contact code in Shanxi. What happened?
At that moment, he did not dare to neglect, so he directly told Wei Xiaobao and others, and then set off on his own.
Carrying a long sword across his waist and riding a fast horse, he ran all the way to Gui Zhong. It took him three full days to finally return to the boundary of Huashan Mountain.
He didn't stop, he used Qinggong, and like a blue shadow, he went straight up to Jade Girl Peak in Huashan Mountain.
Before he reached the place where he originally lived, he heard faint voices coming from him. Apparently someone had returned first.
After entering the door, he saw Gui Xinshu and his wife, Feng Nandi and his son, and others. After looking carefully, he found that everyone was fine and had no injuries, and their faces were calm. Then he felt relieved. He thought someone was injured.
He was seriously injured, or maybe he made some enemies, but now it seems that he has gone astray.
"Father, mother, senior brother Feng, and two nephews, what's going on? I saw my Huashan contact code in Shanxi. Did you leave it behind?"
After a simple hello, Gui Zhong asked directly.
"Ah, Zhong'er is back." Gui Erniang didn't answer his question, but walked over and looked him up and down, fearing that he was missing a piece of meat, which would make Gui Zhong a little embarrassed. He is now in his twenties.
Now that he is a man, Gui Erniang still treats him like a child, and is really speechless.
"Zhong'er, coming back this time is a big event. Taoist Master Mu Sang, he went there a few days ago. We are preparing to attend his funeral this time."
Gui Xinshu looked a little unhappy and said in a heavy tone.
Gui Zhong was shocked when he heard this. He had imagined many possibilities along the way, but he never thought that it was because of Taoist Mu Sang.
The old Taoist passed away, which made Gui Zhong a little confused. Although he had only been with Taoist Mu Sang for less than a month, Mu Sang still took good care of him.
It was a great kindness to teach him all the superb light skills of the Iron Sword Sect. Moreover, the two of them had never seen each other since that time when Taoist Mu Sang went to Huashan. This old Taoist traveled all over the world.
His whereabouts were so elusive that it was not easy to find him. Now that he finally got the news, he died, which caught him somewhat off guard.
"Dad, when will the funeral of Taoist Musang be held? Who will come to express condolences?"
Gui Zhong calmed down and asked quickly.
"Alas, Mu Sangdao traveled around the world before his death. When he died, he was in Henan Province. There was only Jiu Nan Shitai beside him. There should not be many people invited to the funeral this time. It is probably our Huashan sect."
Gui Xinshu spoke silently and briefly explained the matter to Gui Zhong.
It turns out that Taoist Mu Sang traveled around the world more than half a month ago, and felt that his life was about to end, so he returned to the border of Henan, where the Master Jiu Nan lived, and passed away a few days later. He left a will before his death, and the funeral was not allowed.
The big event was just to notify the Huashan Sect. None of the other martial arts heroes were invited. This Taoist Musang has such a high seniority in the martial arts world. All his contemporaries have died long ago, and the remaining few
The juniors haven't even heard of him much, so naturally they won't invite him.
The Huashan sect was different. Taoist Mu Sang and Mu Renqing, the divine sword simian of the time, were sworn friends. There were also many familiar people under the Huashan sect, so they were invited.
After understanding what happened, Gui Zhong sighed, not knowing what to say.
"A generation of martial arts seniors have passed away like this. After all, it is hard to escape through birth, old age, illness and death."
Gui Zhong felt a little sad when he thought about it. No matter how great his martial arts skills were, he would still be a pile of loess in the end. This was such a cruel thing.
"Dad, my son has been favored by Taoist Mu Sang, so I have to go to pay my respects this time. When should we set off?"
Gui Zhong calmed down a little and then asked.
"We came back a few days ago. Since you are back today, we will set off tomorrow."
Gui Xinshu made the decision, and naturally the others had no objections.
On the second day, everyone from the Huashan Sect left Huashan and headed directly towards the border of Henan.
Everyone was a practitioner of martial arts and had strong muscles and bones. They had been traveling for days without any serious problems, so there was no delay on the way and they reached the border of Henan in less than two days.
The location where Master Jiu Nan lived was within the scope of Songshan Mountain. It took Huashan and his party another half a day to reach the boundary.
This is a beautiful valley, surrounded by dense and lush forests, and a stream passing by. The gentle breeze makes people feel relaxed and happy. This place is indeed a good place to live in seclusion.
As soon as everyone appeared, three people came out to greet them. Two girls, in their twenties and eighties, were wearing white clothes with a hemp rope tied around their waists. They looked filial. The other was a middle-aged nun with a beautiful face.
Delicate and delicate, with a faint air of nobility, but one sleeve is empty and his arm is missing. This person is naturally the one-armed nun Jiu Nanshi Tai.
"Senior Brother Gui, it's been a long time. Please come in, everyone."
Master Jiu Nan’s eyes were slightly red, obviously she was not in a good mood these days because of Enshi’s death. However, she never lost her etiquette and greeted everyone to go forward as soon as they met. For mobile phone users, please visit http://m.piaotian.net