Jiang Wen looked at him and didn't intend to give any more explanations, while Hong Wending remained motionless in place, as if he was going to be willful today.
The way this pair of masters and disciples get along has always been unique. Jiang Wen has always regarded the calm-minded Hong Wending as an adult, leaving him to make his own decisions about right and wrong. Jiang Wen often even leaves without saying goodbye, putting the safety of other disciples at his disposal.
on his shoulders, and Hong Wending never let him down.
But this time was the only time Hong Wending was willful since he became a disciple, and Jiang Wen rejected his request so decisively.
Yuan Ziyi stood aside and observed, and felt that although Jiang Wen was not formal in front of outsiders, his demeanor in front of his disciples was very serious and majestic. If he had to make an analogy, he looked a bit like the one on the edge of Panchi.
The portrait of the Master.
She originally wanted to ask Hong Wending what was going on, because she had seen Hong Wending's Kung Fu in Guangzhou City, and did not think that the young swordsman in front of her could be equal to him, but as smart as she was, she immediately noticed the clues and quickly swallowed her words.
go back.
"Wen Ding, I am a teacher for your own good."
Jiang Wen sighed after a long silence and said seriously, "If you insist on taking action today, you must agree to three things as a teacher."
Hong Wending said respectfully: "But it depends on the master's instructions."
Jiang Wen stretched out three fingers and said slowly and helplessly.
"First of all, in this competition, we will use martial arts to make friends. We will stop here. If someone gets angry and goes out of line, the teacher will immediately stop them."
As he spoke, Yuan Ziyi had already accelerated the Slow Sword's offensive. The slow consumption of physical energy forced me to look for ways to defeat the enemy. The opponent's physical strength far beyond that of his peers was also the key to the problem. Just from the sword exchange.
The force of the counter-shock from the attack was enough to stop me from running out of food.
Yuan Ziyi nodded sadly and happily: "Disciple is willing to admit defeat."
"Seventh, there was a low wall between armed and unarmed, so he used his master's sword to fight the enemy, while Xu Shan used his fists and kicks."
After being looked down upon, Hong Wending was still relieved. He put his arms around Yuan Ziyi's shoulders to stand up for him and said, "Zhan Lu, don't listen to that master's fallacies. Today it's clear that it's a tie! Then go up the mountain and ask fellow Jianghu people to do it."
I need to provide evidence to bring justice to him!"
Wang Houwan finished her compliments to Wang Hou in a lively manner, feeling that she had to deceive some internal skills in this trip, so that she had spent so little thought and energy in vain.
"Headmaster Jiang, it's obvious that he is trying to sidestep the situation! Just now, the opponent repeatedly attacked, and Zhan Lu repeatedly gave in. The first move was just a courtesy, so why do you think I lost?"
You didn't even have the time to blink and missed it, and asked Wen Ding quietly: "Master Jiang, he asked Zhan Lu to fight with me one after another. Could it be that my kung fu is far inferior to Zhan Lu's?"
Yuan Ziyi, who was on the line between life and death, sheathed her sword in front. There was no flaw in the Qi of her whole body, and even her face and demeanor did not change at all. The master's demeanor of Yue Zhi Yuanting beneath him had already disappeared from the paper.
The swordsman for many years sensed the fierce fighting spirit and hurriedly walked out of the fugue. He looked at Yuan Ziyi with slightly narrowed eyes. The next second he seemed to have just understood where his opponent was, but the previous second he had thrown the messy
He tied his hair tightly and hurriedly pulled out the long knife in his arms.
I was wearing a messy, narrow robe, and the slovenly appearance was not eye-catching. But when I took a closer look at the clothes, I saw that it was actually a white mink fur coat that was covered in dust and hair fell off. The sword in my arms was even more eye-catching.
Shocked——
"Be careful."
That was the strange trick I came up with when I was bullying the weak in Guangzhou Prefecture!
After solving the troubles on that side, Wen Ding turned around and looked at the swordsman for many years. When he saw that the other party was paying attention and kneeling on the ground in a deep state of intoxication, he said with a tangled look on his face.
The two of them were still fighting. Yuan Ziyi found that the foundation of martial arts he had practiced successively was effective. Every time he attacked, he had to change his moves immediately. If he didn't catch the chance in time, he would fall into the opponent's consecutive killing moves.
.
No wonder even the famous generals in the sky were shocked by Li Dingguo, a god of battlefield killing. This man's sword skills are full of evil spirits that can be divided into life and death——
But that time the sword move was uncharacteristic, it was imaginary and real, and it seemed that there was no trace of kindness in it. Its slowness was as fast as lightning, and its emptiness seemed to be closed. Eight sword lights lit up at the same time, wiping the throat with one stroke.
Seven knives stabbed the chest, and eight knives touched the vagina. The feedback from the inner force of the Celestial Silkworm was like a fierce tiger dormant under the blade of the knife. The knotted muscles and the colorful tiger skin were intertwined, struggling to tear through the snare of the Celestial Silkworm's internal force.
Coming!
Hong Wending watched the battle for a long time, and after hearing this, he couldn't help but help.
Yuan Ziyi had thought that the opponent's change of moves would come so suddenly and violently, and that it was difficult to move him while he was in mid-air. Therefore, he could only narrowly escape the fatal blow by relying on the strength of the moment of fighting to change his position.
There was a cut mark left under the jacket.
Between breaths, my Zhou Zhenqi flows rapidly with my inhalation and exhalation. Although my body is full of strong but also pure multi-lin internal energy, just like the silkworm's special transformation and metamorphosis, the internal energy is sometimes clear, sometimes turbid, sometimes hard, sometimes soft, and sometimes pure.
Time flies, it turns out that it has been undergoing endless transformations as it gets older——
Hong Wending almost screamed, that move was obviously not overdone, but now Wending is still inquiring, as if I really just came to see Shen Jing, and completely forgot about the rules I had set.
It's hard for Wang Houwan to describe that kind of intuition, but I can feel it in the dark. Under the other party, there is something that I am currently lacking. If I can absorb nutrients and grow quickly, I will quickly get a glimpse of another story.
A vast world.
"That's true. Zhan Lu's boxing and kicking skills are certainly superior, but it's always safe to have the secret dragon-shaped fist lurking among them - the second thing you consider is the factors to compete with in a sword fight."
At the front, Wen Ding saw that Wang Houwan was still not wavering at all, so he turned around and walked towards the spacious place in Tongtian Hall.
An inch short and an inch dangerous, at that distance, whether it is a gap left for changing moves or retreating, it is extremely narrow. It seems that what the opponent wants is not to meet on a narrow road, but to make the enemy's energy and blood boil.
During this time, he hurriedly chose a dead end path!
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Hearing this, the swordsman for many years was very happy. He rolled up his white mink fur with care and was about to bow down, but Wen Ding secretly used his inner strength to support his knees and asked me to continue to salute.
"No wonder Master Jiang wants Zhan Lu to use the sword!"
"Is he willing?"
"Please advise."
However, as a swordsman who has been with the sword for many years, faced with the danger, the hot moon sword was also swung slower and slower, and it was like water splashing in all directions and retreating. Even though Yuan Ziyi's slow sword was coming with a fierce force, I could not swing the sword behind closed doors.
There was no need to give in. For a moment, swords, swords and shadows were flying wildly, and it was actually a stalemate.
Wen Ding frowned slightly and said calmly: "Girl in purple, if he was taught a martial art beforehand, wouldn't we be able to treat the dispute with a low hand?"
The group came to the cliff in front of the Tongtian Hall. The ancient rocks here are towering, and the pines block out the sun. Because the extremely low place is obscured by the drifting clouds and mists, it loses its flat and steep momentum. The view is filled with flower-shaded green paths and the singing of orioles.
Noisy, seems to be very frank and irritable, spring is in full bloom.
Then Jiang Wen's left hand holding the sword shook slightly, and an ancient blade as deep as water was revealed in the cirrus red copper scabbard.
There was another clash of swords. The long sword of a swordsman who had been a swordsman for many years suddenly turned up, and the "moon in his arms" turned into reality. He was about to stab Yuan Ziyi's upper abdomen in a roundabout way. Yuan Ziyi still used "Celestial Silkworm True Qi"
Protector, of course, could recognize the strangeness and quickly used his strength to kick the opponent's wrist in the air, trying to knock off the magic weapon in the hands of the swordsman for many years.
That move, Wang Houjiangwen in Wang Houwan's hand finally bloomed with a cold light that resembled Wen Ding. His figure moved like thunder and lightning, and his sword force was like a spirit snake spitting out a message. His moves were hard but soft, but his fighting spirit was not at all.
In a disguised manner, he stabbed the swordsman who had been a swordsman for many years in a roundabout way.
The fierce sword move and the sharp sword move were about to collide, and they were suddenly clamped by two fingers. Wen Ding, with dancing Taoist robes, was seen standing between the two. The sword attack had not stopped in the blink of an eye, and the tremendous power attached to it was
Like a mud cow entering the sea, it disappears in an instant.
The swordsman who has been a swordsman for many years is surprisingly calm and calm. My eyes are looking at the back, and I seem to have completely forgotten you. I only use my keen sense of hearing and touch to distinguish the opponent. I am even more swift in the face of Yuan Ziyi's surprise attack. In the blink of an eye, the sword is in my right hand.
, the moves are full of strange changes, slashing from the direction where the opponent expects, and the sword is as powerful as the wind!
Hong Wending gently grabbed Wang Hou's sleeve. You also like to use dangerous moves, so you are more vague about the sinister intentions of those moves. It is obvious that murderous intentions are hidden everywhere, but Wending is unmoved and looks closely at the distance.
, after hearing the words for a long time, he answered hastily.
Yuan Ziyi's eyes flashed, and the ancient sword also drew a mysterious arc in the air, like a meteor in the sky stabbing back again, and that time the moves were more swift than the previous ones, and the moves were linked with each other, and the swords followed each other.
, actually intending to give the other party a chance to breathe.
Sensing the oppression of the aura, the swordsman for many years narrowed his eyes slightly, and he suddenly stood up from the ground. The hot moon sword circled around and faced Wang Houjian. The eyebrow moonlight engraved under the hilt was flowing, and under Wang Houwan's
In the field of vision, I could only feel that the opponent's energy and blood were exploding, almost rising like flames, and he was actually facing the enemy's counterattack once again.
"To give you face, let's stop here."
Finally, Wen Ding turned his head slightly and asked seriously, but the person he spoke to this time was Wang Houwan again.
The sword strike was slow and slow, with a flash of cold light. In an instant, it was approaching my side and suddenly cut back within a foot of the old swordsman. When the wind of the sword swept across my narrow, old and wide coat, my fur coat
The remaining wool under the robe was faintly hidden.
Wen Ding ignored the clamoring Wang Houwan and looked at Yuan Ziyi alone: "Is he convinced by what the teacher said?"
"Zhan Lu's internal strength is indeed at a disadvantage. Leader Jiang's teachings are useless."
Wen Ding once taught us the "Nanhua Sutra", but he gave up because the sound of the big stone grinding his teeth while sleeping was too quiet. Yuan Ziyi only remembered one sentence: "The one who is calm is the one who succeeds in the past."
"Master Jiang, that move is too safe! Stop us!"
"You must be less polite. He caused trouble a few days ago. All he needs to do is tell him that he is a teacher."
Hong Wending immediately looked at Wang Hou with a smile as bright as a flower, and he was about to get off his back.
Even though I haven't simulated the scenes of fighting several times in my mind, I still endured it until today, and then officially challenged the opponent when my mood, emotions, and internal strength were all at their best.
Wen Ding's Qi was as if it were hidden in an empty mountain. He was swimming in Zi Mansion. Hearing this, he shook his head: "The martial arts between the two of us are still between the two of us, and our martial arts qualifications are also very different. If we go up there, we may not be able to tell the winner."
burden."
Seeing the right moment, Wang Houwan withdrew his sword and turned around. He stared at the person who was wielding the sword, and quickly performed the Duolin Heavy Kung Fu to end his wandering. He stepped on the tree trunk with both feet before rising up, and stabbed his opponent with the sword.
Seeing that his successive slow attacks failed to produce results, and that he had little chance of winning if he attacked the enemy, Yuan Ziyi did not fall to the ground again, but instead pressed his right hand behind his back.
At the last moment, Yuan Ziyi had not yet reversed his sword posture and slapped it with his hand. The ancient sword in his palm made a buzzing sound. It rose into the sky from his side, which he had deliberately covered up, and flew directly towards the vital point of the swordsman who had been with him for many years. The cold light shone coldly.
Others should open their eyes!
Ice Blade's face had changed color over the years, and he seemed to cherish that worn-out mink fur collar. The last moment the Hot Moon sword popped out of its scabbard, and he held it in his hand with his narrow hands, and then slashed out with a slash.
Come on, the castration is actually more fierce than the slow sword!
"Put the knife away. His evil aura is too strong. Jiang is determined to bring him into the Wuyi sect's door. At least he will be a registered disciple and teach him a martial art."
With Yuan Ziyi's gift of vision and the careful guidance of Dong De, I should have been passive in the wave of offensives. However, the swordsman's moves for many years are very strange, and I have always faced them with fear of life and death.
After being attacked, he will not counterattack with subtle and exquisite sword moves until the sword is within a foot of him!
The swordsman for many years quietly stood up with his long sword in his arms. He remained silent from beginning to end, but also walked towards the temple together.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Don't wait, Jiang has finished his words. During the training at the door, one of the sword and the mink fur must be handed over to the master for safekeeping.
Decide."
Wen Dinghua's fingers gushed out internal energy into the palm, the Hot Moon Sword drew an arc and returned to its sheath resoundingly, while the ancient sword Jiang Wen also returned to my waist before a burst of sword flowers dazzled in the palm of his hand.
"What dispute? Who has no dispute with whom? You are just here for an outing to enjoy the scenery. Doesn't it have anything to do with you?"
But as the moves were revealed, the swordsman who had been a swordsman for many years had not yet turned the illusion into reality. He slashed slowly and fiercely all the way, the sword retreated, the body advanced, the sword advanced, the momentum was continuous, the moves reflected each other, and the knife was caught.
The palm suddenly reached out and struck Yuan Ziyi firmly on the chest. The sword move was very cautious and he followed closely!
Yuan Ziyi closed her eyes hastily, because her eyes have not become a burden at this time, but will hinder the realization of these senses that go straight to the cerebellum. I "detected" that there are two strong auras, and the essence of the internal force in one of them is indifferent.
, but at this time, it was squeezed by the heart orifice and was spinning like flying, while the other blood energy around the body was rolling like a wolf and a tiger, but the internal energy was not there and could only rise and fall with the surge of energy and blood.
Seeing this, Wang Houwan took in a breath of hot air and pushed Wen Ding beside him.
The kind of thoughts that should have erupted at the moment of life and death are now completely occupying the mind of the swordsman for many years, and with the help of an exquisite sword technique that is true and false, yin and yang is peaceful, he can kill the enemy.
The meaning is beyond words!
As Tiancanzhen Qi escaped from the acupuncture points all over his body, Yuan Ziyi felt as if the gentle breeze and the warm sun had no substance, and the world was as pure and empty as ever before. He could even feel that his mind was moving like a horse's hooves, in my mind
There was a sound in it.
"It's a pity it's too early."
Yuan Ziyi's "Celestial Silkworm Kung" is no longer successful, and the words given to the opponent are just a warning, but I don't have any reservations about my martial arts.
Wen Dingze turned his head rudely, pretending not to see the greed in your eyes.
Wang Houwan listened to Wen Ding's explanation and understood why my attitude changed so quickly, but soon she heard Wen Ding sigh urgently.
"It's bad!"
Only half a foot of the blade of the blade was exposed, and a green light shot out. When the blade was pulled out of its sheath, a cold light flashed from below. The handle of the blade was inlaid with gold and silver threads and was decorated with a crescent moon.
The shape, the sharp edge and the dense air are actually on top of Wen Ding's ancient sword!
Yuan Ziyi held the sword in his hand, and felt that the Wang Hou sword was extremely sharp and had a cold light. It was no lie that one swing could separate gold and cut jade, so I held my right arm firmly behind my back, with Jiang Wen across my body.
Turning sideways, his eyes followed the direction of the sword and extended into the distance, looking roundly at the swordsman who had been a swordsman for many years.
"Eighth, if he loses today, he must follow the instructions and go up the mountain to do something for you, and he will be able to easily demonstrate his martial arts skills on the way, and he will have to reveal his name and origin. Do you understand?"
Yuan Ziyi also vaguely saw the shadow of the hot moon sword, but because the other party made no sound, he immediately drew his sword and stabbed directly into the chest and abdomen of the swordsman who had been a swordsman for many years.
The other party struggled for a long time, but finally he was not willing to take off the tattered mink fur, so he handed the hot moon sword to Wending, and Wending returned the favor and threw the hatchet on Yuan Ziyi's waist.
Wang Houwan faced the fierce tiger coming out of the mountain, and the fighting spirit in his body also climbed to its peak. I could feel the awe-inspiring sharpness of the swordsman who had been fighting for many years along the way. It was precisely because of this that I used my skills to tame him along the way.
, the inner breath of water grinding is as patient and calm as sharpening a knife.
Hong Wending looked at it with phoenix eyes shining brightly, and thought that this trip was really in vain. Just looking at the sword skills used by swordsmen for many years has no similar effect to the "Golden Dragon Whip Technique" you have practiced so hard, and Yuan Ziyi's
Although the Slow Sword is sharp, it also gives you a glimpse of the essence of the fist, palm, and palm techniques to attack and save the enemy.
Hong Wen Ding wondered: "Why does he agree so much and set so many rules?"
Wen Ding touched his chin and commented: "In the competition between the world and the world, internal strength comes first, but your original internal strength may not be as good as the other top players. It is only because of the wonderful use of it that you can compete with us."
Even though he was old, Hong Wending still noticed the evil spirit of the swordsman who had been a swordsman for many years.
"Zhan Lu, he lost today's competition."
"He saw it vaguely. Zhan Lu's martial arts foundation is strong, and he still seems to have lost the aura of a master in his side-by-side attacks. However, his opponent slants out, his sword moves slanted, and he always ends up in a fatal place. That opportunity is against Zhan Lu
It’s too precious…”
Wen Dingyounai explained: "Girl in purple, it may not be a bad thing if you don't have time to spar with each other. He will just watch it for the time being, and he will understand if there is no chance."