Yin Tianzheng sighed sadly, "The matter between my daughter and my son-in-law is a lifelong regret for me. Although the Sky Eagle Sect does not hope to be reconciled with Wudang, it does not want to become an enemy of Wudang because of it. Why should Mo Qixia never forget it!
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"Old man Yin, there is no need to say more. In the final analysis, the root cause of everything is because of the Tianying Cult. Today, we must make an end and draw the sword!" Mo Shenggu said with a cold snort.
"That's all!" Yin Tianzheng said no more, turned around and took a long sword from the hands of a disciple of the Ming Cult.
When Mo Shenggu saw that Yin Tianzheng had a sword in his hand, he immediately raised his sword and used the "Hundred Birds Facing the Phoenix" move. The tip of the sword immediately trembled wildly, and Yin Tianzheng was shrouded in dots of cold stars.
Yin Tianzheng raised the long sword in his right hand to his chest, then flipped his wrist and made a stroke outward. His movements were like flowing clouds and flowing water, neutralizing all Mo Shenggu's "Hundred Birds Paying Attention to the Phoenix" and counterattacking back.
After a few moves, Mo Shenggu's sword moved lightly and smoothly. When the sword was moving, it was both elegant and subtle, showing the style of a famous master. Everyone secretly applauded.
And Yin Tianzheng is holding a long sword, slashing in the east and lifting in the west. It seems to be completely out of order. However, if you are a person with advanced swordsmanship, you can see that he is as skillful as clumsy and as wise as foolish. He is actually the best in martial arts.
realm.
After a cup of tea, the two sides had used nearly a hundred moves, but they found that Yin Tianzheng had not moved at all, while Mo Shenggu was moving around, running around, and every move was an extremely sharp killing move.
Feng BoEi sighed slightly, "Although Mo Qixia's swordsmanship is exquisite, his internal strength is unfortunately a bit lacking. Yin's swordsmanship is not weak, and his internal strength is extremely deep. I'm afraid Mo Qixia is no match for him!"
Murong Fu shook his head, "No, no!"
Feng BoE was stunned for a moment, "Sir, what did I say wrong?"
"You are right. Internal strength is the foundation of martial arts. If the internal strength is shallow, no matter how exquisite the swordsmanship is, it will be difficult to win against someone with deep internal strength. But you haven't noticed that Yin Tianzheng has never used it.
He has exerted strong internal strength." Murong Fu slowly explained.
Feng Bo Evil was stunned for a moment, then glanced at the field twice before nodding suddenly, "He had a battle with Yu Erxia before, and his internal energy was exhausted. It's normal that he can't use his internal energy."
"No! No!" Murong Fu shook his head again.
Feng BoE suddenly cried and said, "Sir, how could I be wrong again!"
Murong Fu said with a complex expression: "Although Yin Tianzheng's internal energy has been depleted, it has not reached the point of exhaustion. The reason why he is like this is just because he acts openly and is unwilling to rely on his tyrannical internal energy to win."
"Ah!" Feng Bo could not help but be stunned for a moment, "He is an upright man. Young Master, do you think I can go up and spar with him?"
Murong Fu immediately glared, "If you want to learn from each other, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future, so don't worry!"
Feng Boala shrugged and reluctantly responded.
After fighting for dozens more moves, Mo Shenggu's moves became faster and faster. However, no matter how subtle his moves were or how fast he made them, he could never break into the door that Yin Tianzheng was defending, but Yin Tianzheng was just taking his time.
He neutralized his moves without launching a counterattack.
After the fight until now, Mo Shenggu couldn't see that Yin Tianzheng was willing to give in. It was just that he couldn't defeat him with his own internal strength. He couldn't even compare with his sword skills. Deng felt that his face was a little uneasy, and suddenly there was a clear whistle, and the sword skills in his hands suddenly
It changes, gently twists and turns, and is erratic. The whole sword is like a soft belt, which is exactly the "finger-wrapped soft sword" of Wudang Sect.
There were many sword masters among the people present. Seeing this sword move, I couldn't help but think to myself, "If it were me, how would I resist this sword?"
But after thinking for a long time, only a few people came up with a solution, and it has not yet been put into practice.
But seeing the solemn look on Yin Tianzheng's face for the first time in the field, he no longer dared to stand still. He immediately got up and started fighting with Mo Shenggu You.
The essence of the "Finger-winding Soft Sword" is to use internal force to force the sword to bend, making the moves flicker and erratic, making the enemy unprepared and difficult to parry. However, for the user, the internal force is also consumed very quickly.
Mo Shenggu knew that his internal strength was weak, and if he continued to fight with Yin Tianzhengyou, he would definitely lose in the end.
Thinking of this, Mo Shenggu suddenly cut through the air with his long sword and stabbed Yin Tianzheng in the chest.
Yin Tianzheng half-clawed his left hand into a claw, and with a "swipe" sound, he directly used the talon to catch the sword, and with a shake of the long sword in his right hand, he stabbed Mo Shenggu's "Jianjing Point".
But Mo Shenggu's long sword suddenly turned a corner, bypassed Yin Tianzheng's left hand, and stabbed his left rib.
Even so, this was still a lose-lose situation. Unexpectedly, Mo Shenggu ignored him and suddenly extended his sword forward with a clang, piercing Yin Tianzheng's left rib first.
Yin Tianzheng seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then he placed the "Eagle Claw Grasping Hand" with his left hand on his right arm. Mo Shenggu's sword was released, but Yin Tianzheng's sword stabbed at his neck with unabated force.
"Seventh Brother!" Song Yuanqiao and the others were immediately shocked. It was too late to save them, but the three of them still shot out instinctively, but stopped midway.
It turns out that Yin Tianzheng just put the sword on Mo Shenggu's neck and did not kill him.
Yin Tianzheng took a deep look at Mo Shenggu and said, "Okay, what a great Zhang Sanfeng."
Then he pulled out the long sword stuck in his ribs, and handed the long sword to Mo Shenggu, regardless of the flowing blood.
Mo Shenggu immediately stayed where he was. He knew the situation just now. Although he had won the sword move, if Yin Tianzheng hadn't been merciful, he would not have survived.
After a long silence, Mo Shenggu bowed his hands and said, "Thank you, senior, for showing mercy!"
After saying that he didn't want the long sword, he retreated with a look of shame.
Yin Tianzheng suffered a sword blow to his left rib. Although the bones were not damaged, he still felt a dull pain, so he had to secretly heal the injury and stop the bleeding.
When the disciples of the Ming Cult saw that Yin Tianzheng was injured, they immediately became excited. Even the senior officials became incomprehensible, as if they were trying their best to suppress something.
Yang Xiao and Wei Yixiao looked at each other. Wei Yixiao was about to speak, but Yang Xiao shook his head slightly, signaling him to calm down.
"Amitabha, I heard that Su Wen Yin's eagle claw grasping hand is unparalleled in the world. I am a poor monk. I would like to ask for advice on Shaolin dragon claw hand." Behind Kong Wen, a short and skinny monk jumped out of the crowd. Don't look at him.
He looked like he was about to die, but his words sounded like a loud bell, making everyone's ears buzz.
When Yin Tianzheng saw that this monk was Kong Zhi among the four great monks, he was immediately frightened, but he smiled and said: "Haha, I have heard for a long time that the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin are famous all over the world, and this dragon claw hand is seven
The best among the twelve unique skills, I have long wanted to learn from you!"
"The seventy-two stunts each have their own merits, and when they are refined to the state of great perfection, all of them are infinitely mysterious. There is no such thing as being outstanding or not being outstanding." Kong Zhi explained with a serious look.
Yin Tian's face froze slightly. You, a monk, are so upright that you can't tell what is the truth and what is polite words? However, it is not easy to say this directly. He just cupped his fists and said, "Master, please enlighten me!"
Kong Zhi shook his head, "I don't want to take advantage of the donor." Then he took out a small bottle from his arms and said, "This is Shaolin's secret golden sore medicine. It is very effective in treating external injuries. Donor Yin should heal his wounds first!"
"No, it's a little external, but it won't affect me much. Please take action!" Yin Tianzheng refused without thinking. Although with Shaolin's grand reputation, there would definitely be no problem with this medicine, but now they are hostile.
What if you use the enemy's medicine to heal your wounds, but you can't do it for a while?
Kong Zhi didn't force it and put the vial away again. The reason why he did this was just because he didn't want to leave anything to say to the world. As the saying goes, it means what it means.
"Amitabha, please be careful, the poor monk is about to take action!" Kong Zhi suddenly shouted, then he made a false move with his left hand, and with a strong wind in his right hand, he directly pointed at Yin Tianzheng's "Queben Point", which is the point of the Dragon Claw Hand.
The starting position is "cloud holding position".
Although it is a starting move, its power is really impressive. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is the most powerful move of the Dragon Claw Hand. In the field, Yin Tianzheng was blown by the strong wind, his beard and hair fluttering, and his white eyebrows raised.
Although Yin Tianzheng was injured, his internal strength was still full. He immediately held his hands half-clawed, his right hand closed in front of his chest, his left hand grabbed back, and his body leaned forward slightly. This was exactly the attack and defense move in the Eagle Claw Grasp.
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The two of them are of the same generation, so they don't need to pay attention to etiquette. Once they take action, they are their best tricks.
A few feet away, Kong Zhi arrived in the blink of an eye, but his hand only reached a few feet in front of Yin Tianzheng. Yin Tianzheng suddenly leaned forward like an "iron bridge" and at the same time reached down with his right hand to grab his lower abdomen.
Kong Zhideng suddenly felt a chill running down his back. At this moment, the person in front of him was like an eagle, swooping down at him, not only at a strange angle, but also unstoppable.
However, Kong Zhi is not an ordinary person. In the midst of the lightning and flint, he slightly stomped the ground with his left foot, and his body suddenly flew up diagonally.
"Hey!" Two sounds of cotton tearing came out at the same time, and Kong Zhi flew diagonally above Yin Tianzheng's body.
After Kongzhi landed, he couldn't help but look down and saw that the monk's robe had a hole in his lower abdomen.
However, Yin Tianzheng was not much different. There was also a tear in his clothes at the waist.
The two of them turned their backs to each other and suddenly turned around at the same time. Kong Zhi stretched out his hands and jumped up.
Yin Tianzheng did not hesitate, and with a strange twist of his wrist, he took it towards Kongzhi's temple.
For a moment, the two men's attacks were like a violent storm, with strong winds flying in all directions. Even the bystanders who were several feet away from each other had their faces hurt.
Even so, everyone was still watching with gusto, not thinking about Shu, and it was a feast for the eyes. After all, one was the Dragon Claw, which had been famous for hundreds of years, and the other was the Eagle Claw, which had been invincible for decades. Such a battle, which was the best in the martial arts world.
Rarely happened.
Mo Shenggu felt Yin Tianzheng's fierce power, and his face suddenly became extremely depressed. He thought to himself, if he had used such martial arts in that battle, no matter how exquisite his swordsmanship was, he would not be able to sustain it for long, let alone
Not to mention being able to defeat him with a single sword, I felt a huge blow in my heart.
Song Yuanqiao saw that Mo Shenggu's expression was not right, and he understood after thinking about it for a while. He came over and suddenly said: "Seventh brother, Master said that you are restless and impetuous. You don't practice sword practice, and fighting the enemy is like child's play. Now you understand.
Already?"
Although his words were soft, they sounded like bells in the morning and drums in the evening when they reached Mo Shenggu's ears. A flash of enlightenment flashed in his heart, and he immediately bowed to Song Yuanqiao, "Big brother is teaching me that after returning to the mountain this time, I will not practice the Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu."
When I reach great success, I will never come down from the mountain." (To be continued)