Mo Shenggu changed his moves again, completely disrupting Yin Tianzheng's formation. The long sword in his hand suddenly became weak and boneless, like a ribbon, twisting and turning, erratic and flickering, which added to the changes in the swordsmanship.
Unpredictable.
Yin Tianzheng, who was already confused, snorted coldly. He didn't care that he couldn't understand the sword technique, and grabbed it with both claws. After a series of flashes, he actually grabbed the sword body, and his face suddenly changed.
He showed a happy face and shouted: "Don't give up the sword for me yet!"
As he spoke, he exerted force with his hands, and an unparalleled internal energy flowed down his arms. It was clear that he wanted to take away Mo Shenggu's weapon to relieve the hatred he had felt before.
Who knew that Mo Shenggu also smiled proudly, and with a shake of Lian Tong's arm, the entire sword body became as soft as silk. Under the force of the force, it slipped out of Yin Tianzheng's hand like a loach in an instant, and his body spun around.
After the circle, he stabbed Yin Tianzheng's chest diagonally.
Yin Tianzhengkong had a strong inner strength, but he was repeatedly teased. He struck with both palms together, trying to grab the long sword.
The sharp sword was one foot away from his chest. The tip of the sword sank suddenly. Under Mo Shenggu's control, it changed direction and stabbed Yin Tianzheng in the lower abdomen. If he was stabbed, he would probably be seriously injured.
It’s down to the basics.
Yin Tianzheng had a cold look on his face. He flipped his wrist fiercely and hit the back of the sword with the back of his hand. The five fingers of his left hand formed claws and quickly grabbed Mo Shenggu's shoulder.
In the astonished eyes of everyone, the sinking sword tip raised its head strangely, and with a fierce sword energy, it was slow and unexpected, and instantly tore through Yin Tianzheng's body-protecting energy, and the long sword sank straight into the right side.
His chest was three inches wide, and his inner energy was so strong that he vomited. With a "chi" sound, he actually punched his arm through, and a bloody arrow shot out.
"ah--"
Yin Tianzheng let out a long roar, but his left hand did not retreat. He endured the pain, and hit Mo Shenggu's shoulder blade. There was a crisp "click" sound, and his cheek turned white, and he was knocked away by a huge force.
Fortunately, Song Yuanqiao had sharp eyes and quick hands and caught him, otherwise he would have fallen to his death again.
Song Yuanqiao looked at the pale Mo Shenggu and asked hurriedly: "Seventh brother, are you seriously injured?"
At this moment, Mo Shenggu only felt that his shoulders were extremely hot, and his entire right arm was numb. He smiled bitterly and said: "There is no danger to his life, but this arm may be useless. I didn't expect Yin Tianzheng to be so tough. I thought he would reply."
It seems I was careless about using my hands to protect my body!"
Song Yuanqiao hurriedly supported him and sent him back to his team. He said slowly: "The arm is just broken. There should be no problem. You should take good care of it! How could the Eagle King be fooled by your little tricks at such an old age?"
But this time, you should be credited with hitting him hard!"
Yin Tianzheng, who was still standing arrogantly, turned pale at this moment. After all, Mo Shenggu's reputation as one of the Seven Wudang Heroes was not unfounded. How could his subordinates not be a bit weak? Although this blow did not damage the Ming Gate, it made him suffer.
Several of his meridians were damaged, and he might be able to exert less than half of his strength.
"Ahem"
A line of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth. Yin Tianzheng took a deep breath to suppress the injury in his body, and said in a deep voice: "Mo Shaoxia is indeed very capable. If you had been practicing for ten years, I might have killed you this time, but now
You lost!"
Song Yuanqiao said loudly: "Senior Yin's skills are indeed profound, but now you are seriously injured, I'm afraid you won't be able to withstand the blows we are waiting for. If you don't just retreat, you will have done your best to Mingjiao, why bother to catch up with you?"
life!"
These words have given Yin Tianzheng enough face. This is not just his kind advice. After all, anyone who knows the real reason knows that it has a lot to do with his fifth brother, Zhang Cuishan, who has the best qualifications.
But Yin Tianzheng remained unmoved and said in a deep voice: "Thank you so much, Master Song, for your kindness. I would like to thank you very much. If anyone else comes to challenge me, I will accept them one by one!"
Ye Cheng shook his head secretly. Although Yin Tianzheng seemed fine at the moment, experts could hear some problems in his tone. His voice seemed to be trembling because the sword had hurt his meridians, and he was no longer as angry as before.
It's so subtle that it's hard to spot, but it's real.
Jiejie looked sideways at Kongwen and said loudly: "Master, this time the sects recommended Shaolin as the one to give orders. Regarding the current situation, please say a word so that you can quickly capture this place without wasting time!"
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Kong Wen nodded, turned to look at Wudang and said: "Mo Shaoxia lost to the Eagle King in a battle just now, so let's just let Wudang take action. It will not disgrace Wudang's reputation. What do you think, Master Song?"
Song Yuanqiao naturally understood what he meant, but the other party's words could be regarded as giving Wudang face. Otherwise, if someone from another sect went up and defeated Yin Tianzheng, it would inevitably appear that Wudang was not as good as his sect. He immediately nodded and said: "This is best.
, then let Song personally take action to understand this person’s life!”
Ye Cheng looked at Yin Tianzheng who was seriously injured and couldn't help but shook his head secretly. Although Song Yuanqiao gave people the impression of a gentle and elegant scholar, the aura that only the strong could sense still made people know that he was also a scholar.
How could Yin Tianzheng, a congenital master and seriously injured, be this person's opponent?
The winner of this battle has actually been decided, and the Mingjiao will undoubtedly lose. Except for Yin Tianzheng who still has the strength to fight, the other masters in the field are already vulnerable.
Although Ye Cheng feels that his skills have improved again at this moment, he is not yet arrogant enough to compete with these masters. He may be able to fight with them, but in the end he will inevitably be defeated, and naturally it will be a dead end. This is not the end.
Good ending.
Just when he was worried, the God suddenly walked out of the crowd and raised his voice: "The God, a disciple of the Holy Cult, is willing to take over this battle for the Eagle King!"
After that, he walked slowly to Yin Tianzheng's side and said in a low voice: "The Eagle King recovers from his injuries quickly. This disciple blocks the Eagle King for a moment. It affects the overall situation. Please understand the Eagle King!"
Yin Tianzheng naturally knew that the God of Heaven was not Song Yuanqiao's opponent. Although he intervened at this time, he was not qualified either for reasons or seniority, and he did not understand the rules when it came to calculations. However, at present, the Mingjiao had been injured, and some people were dead or alive.
It was not easy to dare to stand up, but for a while, no one cared about it.
Before Yin Tianzheng could speak, Song Yuanqiao on the opposite side had already spoken and said in a cold voice: "Since you are anxious to die, let Song give you a ride first, and then loosen these remnants of the Demon Sect to keep you company!"
After hearing this, Song Yuanqiao naturally agreed to fight with the God. Yin Tianzheng sighed slightly, nodded slowly, acquiesced to the God's request, and retreated to the side to recover from his injuries silently.
Although the god was covered in blood and his face looked a little tired, he may not have fully recovered from the previous battle, but he was in high spirits and his eyes were shining brightly. It was natural that he could fight against the great disciple of Wudang Zhang Sanfeng.
Even if he died on the spot, it was worth it.
Taking a deep breath, he slowly unsheathed the long sword slung on his back. The sword, which was half longer than an ordinary long sword, was raised horizontally. The tip of the sword was pointed directly at Song Yuanqiao three feet away. The strong sword energy
Under the urging of the gods, a terrifying wave formed and swept away.
The god in golden armor also has long hair flying, revealing his handsome face, with an astonishing killing intent. Naturally, he has an inexplicable and amazing power, showing the demeanor of a true master.
Mingjiao was originally a branch of Persia that was introduced to China. Naturally, the martial arts methods are different from those of the Central Plains martial arts. Compared with the aura of Zhongzheng and Haoran like Shaolin Wudang, it feels a bit weird, and the operation of the body also has a strange taste.
, coupled with the fact that he usually acts laissez-faire and relies solely on his personal preferences, he is naturally labeled as a demon sect.
A long sword of the god stood proudly in the hall, and the whole person became strangely illusory. With the light golden armor on his body, he gradually gave people a vague feeling.
Song Yuanqiao on the opposite side snorted coldly. Unexpectedly, this Mingjiao junior, who knew nothing about etiquette or humility, actually attacked him. A brilliant light flashed in his eyes, and his soft Taoist robes suddenly shook outwards, and a circle of air burst out.
When he left, he instantly smashed the sword energy emitted by the god into pieces, and then attacked the god with unabated force.
Faced with the killing intent of the fierce wind, the god's eyes twitched, and he immediately understood the gap between himself and Song Yuanqiao, but the arrow was already on the string and had to be fired. He could not think too much, so he immediately braced himself to face the powerful enemy in front of him.
They are the six major sects and some idle people in the world. It can be said that they are the master players who account for a small part of the world. He does not want to be regarded as a laughing stock in the future.
The god frowned and hurriedly took a step away to avoid the opponent's sharp edge. He knew that he could not take advantage of the momentum. Only by taking the initiative to attack could he gain a chance of survival. He immediately raised his sword and his whole body
It turned into a stream of light, and the flying long sword attacked wildly with a sword energy.
Song Yuanqiao's stance was calm and unmoving. With his status, he would naturally win this battle beautifully, otherwise he would be regarded as a joke. It is already wrong for him to bully the weak with the big one. If he can't win the battle quickly, he will lose everything.
Facial.
I couldn't see how he moved. He didn't even unsheath the sword in his hand. With a soft drink, a ball of air suddenly appeared around Zhou Quan, sealing and wrapping his whole body. The two feet of space seemed to be slowly flowing.
The air flow circulates on the air cover, and the cycle seems to be endless.
The god in mid-air couldn't see through this move. He secretly gritted his teeth and continued to attack wildly. In an instant, the sword energy went straight into the air shield, but the air shield strangely only made a circle of ripples and trembled.
It returns to its original state in a few moments.
The people watching the battle on the sidelines, including Ye Cheng, were all shocked. They didn't know what kind of strange skill this was. It could absorb the opponent's sword energy without moving. You must know that although the gods have not yet entered the innate world, they can still absorb the opponent's sword energy.
The difference is almost the same. Maybe he will be able to advance in a while. But now that he is using all his strength to have such an effect, how can he not be shocked?
However, there are naturally smart people in the field. Shaolin's Kong Wen's eyes flashed and he said solemnly: "Song Daxia's Tai Chi seems to have improved again, and the Tai Chi Qi Mask has been used to such a high level. Compared with me, Shaolin
The indestructible magic power of King Kong is also uncompromising! It is simply miraculous that Master Zhang can create this magic power!"
Even Master Miejie, who was standing aside, had gleaming eyes and seemed to be thinking about something, but she still couldn't hide her shock and envy.
