The gleaming sharp sword in Song Zhixing's hand was like a poisonous snake coming out of its hole, stabbing straight towards A Feng's throat!
Ah Feng didn't expect that this pretty boy from the Wudang Sect would be so despicable. He would dare to sneak attack in public. He was unprepared, and in a hurry, he opened his arms and pushed Yan Hong and Yan Yun aside, and then
The figure quickly retreated.
Song Zhixing couldn't help but feel overjoyed when he saw that Ah Feng had been forced back by his sharp sword. A hint of sinister killing intent immediately appeared in those dark eyes, vowing to kill Ah Feng completely.
After taking more than a dozen steps back, Ah Feng slowly stabilized his figure. A layer of frost condensed slightly in his clear and deep eyes, and he looked directly at Song Zhixing coldly. The broken knife behind him looked like
It was like black lightning, breaking through the air and striking towards Song Zhixing!
Bang!
The swords struck each other, causing thousands of sparks to fall in the wind!
Ah Feng swung his sword vigorously, and a billowing black cloud came out from the blade, slashing towards Song Zhixing with great force!
Song Zhixing didn't expect A Feng's sword to be so fast and violent, so he hurriedly swung his sword to block it. Although he blocked the fierce attack of the black broken sword, he was knocked back dozens of steps, staggered and almost fell to the ground.
"Senior brother, senior brother..." Seeing this scene, the disciples of the Wudang sect looked very unhappy and shouted urgently.
Song Zhixing waved his hand with a gloomy face, indicating that he was fine. Then he picked up the gleaming sword, walked straight forward, stopped about half a foot away from A Feng, gritted his teeth and shouted angrily
: "It seems that I have really underestimated you. Today I will let you see the true power of my Wudang swordsmanship!"
Ah Feng still acted like a normal person, with nothing else on his expression except a sneer of disdain. He shrugged and said: "Oh, then I want to see how powerful your Wudang swordsmanship is.
To what extent, do you, a pretty boy, have such great oral skills?"
When Song Zhixing saw that Ah Feng was still playing tricks on him at this time, his face was as dark as a weathered stone, he immediately raised his voice and roared angrily: "You are looking for death!"
Before he could finish his words, Song Zhixing took a step forward, circling the steps of the Eight Trigrams Nine Palaces. The shadow of the sword in his hand moved with him. It seemed extremely slow, but it was extremely mysterious, with murderous intent hidden in every step.
Seeing the sword technique performed by Song Zhixing, the Wudang disciples next to him immediately showed a look of shock on their faces and said in amazement: "Senior Brother Song, he has actually mastered the unique skill of Taiyi Xuanmen Sword!"
Another older Wudang disciple also showed a hint of surprise in his eyes, and he took over the words and said: "The Taiyi Xuanmen Sword is the secret skill of our Taiyi Sect of Wudang Sect. I once saw it on the stone wall.
According to the outline of this sword manual, the characteristics of swordsmanship are the combination of speed and slowness, and the combination of hardness and softness. During practice, the sword is required to be carried with the body, and the form and intention must be combined in the divine form, and the intention and Qi must be combined.
, Qi and Shen unite.”
"Liuhe also requires hands, eyes, body, technique, steps, spirit and form. This sword technique moves like a dragon emerging from the water, and is as quiet as a civet catching a mouse. During the movement, the hands separate yin and yang, the body hides the eight trigrams, and steps on the nine palaces.
, the inside combines its Qi, and the outside combines its shape. It requires a very high level of understanding and deep internal strength. You have to be a genius to practice it. Unexpectedly, Junior Brother Song has already mastered it at such a young age. It really makes us ashamed.
!”
When a young disciple who had just started his apprenticeship saw this scene, his eyes flashed with blazing heat, and he said with a bit of envy: "Senior Brother Song has this Taiyi Xuanmen swordsmanship. He can do it in less than ten moves."
Defeat that young man in black who knows nothing about the world."
"What are the ten moves? I think it's only five moves at most!"
"Tch, you guys have underestimated the Taiyi Xuanmen swordsmanship too much. With just three moves, you can definitely defeat that boy in black!"
"Okay, you all, stop fighting. Maybe Junior Brother Song can defeat him with just one sword and show off my power in Wudang!"
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Amid the chatter of the younger generation of Wudang disciples, Song Zhixing thrust out a sword with absolute confidence. His figure was as graceful as a white crane spreading its wings, and coupled with the hunting-sounding white clothes, he was simply the reincarnation of an immortal.
When he saw Song Zhixing using the Taiyi Xuanmen sword technique just now, A Feng couldn't help but frown. But when he saw Song Zhixing thrust out this sword, the frown that he had just frowned relaxed again.
, there was a slightly proud look on the corner of his mouth.
This pretty boy from the Wudang Sect actually put up a lot of useless tricks just to look cool. No matter how wonderful and exquisite the Wudang Sect's Taiyi Xuanmen swordsmanship is, it can't withstand his torture.
In just a few moments of effort, A Feng keenly caught two less obvious flaws in Song Zhixing's extremely brilliant swordsmanship. Although they were very small flaws, it was enough to defeat him.
!
Thinking of this, a cold light condensed in Ah Feng's eyes, and he looked directly at the oncoming Song Zhixing. The black broken knife in his hand immediately turned into a black flowing shadow, slashed through the air, and went straight towards him like a tiger descending from the mountain.
!
Song Zhixing immediately took the steps of the Nine Palaces, swung his sword to stab out a Tai Chi Bagua rune, and headed towards the black tiger that A Feng chopped out!
The sword energy, like a tiger descending from a mountain, just touched the Tai Chi Bagua runes, and began to struggle desperately like a flying insect landing on a spider web.
Ah Feng was suddenly startled when he saw the situation, and said to himself: "It seems that I have really underestimated him. The Taiyi Xuanmen swordsmanship of the Wudang sect is so powerful!"
Song Zhixing was quite proud at this time. A cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he raised his voice and shouted: "Break the Taiyi Xuanmen Sword for me!"
Following Song Zhixing's loud shout, the black tiger immediately turned into a plume of black smoke and dissipated with the wind. The sharp sword in his hand immediately resembled a poisonous snake coming out of its hole, flashing cold light and moving towards A Feng's body.
Stabbed in the throat!
The moment the sword struck out, Song Zhixing thought that he was about to defeat A Feng, and a proud look appeared on the corner of his mouth inadvertently.
The disciples of the Wudang Sect are also preparing to cheer excitedly for the upcoming victory in the Song Dynasty and to show off the power of Wudang.
Seeing that Song Zhixing had the absolute upper hand, Yan Hong and others secretly felt a cold sweat for A Feng.
However, the final result left everyone present speechless!
The sharp sword in Song Zhixing's hand did not pierce Ah Feng's body. Ah Feng did not swing the black broken knife to resist this fatal sword!
But Ah Feng's figure disappeared out of thin air in full view of everyone!
Seeing such a strange scene, everyone's expressions were filled with shock, and they commented in disbelief:
A middle-aged man was the first to exclaim: "What's going on? Where's that Ah Feng? How could he disappear out of thin air?"
A person next to him responded: "I don't know, could it be that I'm dazzled?"
An older man with more seniority saw some clues and said with a hint of surprise: "This should be a strange art similar to blindfolding!"
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Song Zhixing was also shocked by the scene where A Feng disappeared out of thin air. The proud look on his face immediately dissipated with the wind, replaced by a gloomy and frightened face, with uneasiness in his dark eyes, and he shouted sternly
: "A Feng, you are a shy little turtle. How can you be a hero if you hide and hide? If you have the ability, come out and compete with me!"
Before Song Zhixing could finish his words, a biting cold wind swayed the tree shadows down, and as they fell, a black shadow appeared again in everyone's sight.
Song Zhixing was shocked when he saw the situation. In a hurry, he hurriedly slashed out his sword, and a defensive shield of Tai Chi and Bagua immediately condensed above his head.
A cold murderous intent flashed through A Feng's clear and deep eyes. He slashed hard with the black broken knife in his hand, and a bloodthirsty black wolf seemed to swoop down from the top of the mountain, heading towards Song Zhixing's head.
boom!
The black wolf was unstoppable. As soon as it hit the Tai Chi Bagua defensive shield, it was smashed into pieces. The air flow was chaotic, like waves and flowers, splashing in the wind.
At this critical moment, a whisk flew out of the air and rushed towards Ah Feng!
Ah Feng was shocked when he saw the situation, his figure spun in the air, swung the black broken knife, and slashed straight towards the fly whisk!
Bang!
Two fierce killing moves collided in mid-air, and the violent fluctuations of the air made the entire forest tremble!
A Feng was knocked back more than ten steps, and he slashed the black sword in his hand. Only then did he stabilize his figure. A dignified expression flashed in his clear and focused eyes, and he stared at the middle of the road.
The old man whisking out suddenly.
The old man holding a fly whisk was none other than Taoist Master Chongxu of Wudang Shinto. Although he was not shaken back more than ten steps, he still took six or seven steps back. His face looked slightly ugly. He was obviously shaken by that.
The sharp and domineering sword force shook the muscles and veins, causing chaos in the true energy.
Seeing this scene, everyone was shocked. Even the expressionless Master Tianjue couldn't help but glance at Ah Feng, and a look of horror appeared on her gloomy face.
The female disciples of the Emei Sect and other idle cranes in the world all showed extremely shocked expressions. The faces of the disciples of the Wudang Sect were as ugly as if they had eaten dead flies in the morning, dead rats at noon, and gnawed dog feces at night.
Looking at Ah Feng with disbelief.
A gloomy look also appeared on Taoist Master Chongxu's face. He waved the dust in his hand, clasped his hands together and said: "Infinite Heavenly Lord, this little brother, please be merciful and merciful. He has too much murderous aura, which is not a good thing!
"
Ah Feng knew that Taoist Master Chongxu’s martial arts were unfathomable, and even if he could defeat him, his vitality would be severely damaged. Moreover, this trip to Songshan Mountain was full of dangers, and he didn’t want to risk his life just for the sake of a gamble.
After all, he now has concerns in his heart, which is different from before.
Thinking of this, Ah Feng stopped paying attention to Taoist Chongxu. After snorting coldly, he turned his attention to Song Zhixing, who was still shouting arrogantly just now.
At this time, Song Zhixing's hair was disheveled, and his face was full of fear and anxiety. He was completely comparable to the beggars begging in the busy market, or the madman who likes to take off his clothes and run wildly on the street. There is also the image of a handsome young man with a generation of geniuses.
At this time, Yan Yun ran to Ah Feng's side with excitement on his face, and asked in a low voice: "Brother-in-law, that move you just made disappeared out of thin air. You were so handsome. When are you going to teach me?"
A faint smile appeared on the corner of A Feng's mouth, he patted Yan Yun's shoulder gently, and scolded with a smile: "You are really greedy. When you have enough internal strength, you can practice the Five Symbols Magic Art."
If the Thunder God Technique is perfected, it can completely attract the power of thunder from the sky and turn it into one's own use. Isn't this even more exciting than disappearing out of thin air?"
Hearing A Feng's words, Yan Yun showed a look of surprise on his face, and muttered to himself in doubt: "Wow, so powerful?"
Zhui Feng patted his shoulder gently again and said with a smile: "Of course it's true. When did I lie to you, brother-in-law?"
Yan Yun curled his lips and said: "Brother-in-law, you have lied to me a few times. You have lied to me six times this month, eight times last month, and ten times last month."
Three times, up, up, up..."
Before Yan Yun could finish his words, Ah Feng pushed him and scolded him with a smile: "Come on, come on, get on your head. You guy, you don't know how to memorize the mental formulas. You just memorize these useless things."
, it’s really…”
When he said this, A Feng's face immediately darkened and he did not continue speaking. His brows also frowned tightly, with a very solemn look on his face.
Seeing A Feng's expression suddenly change, Yan Yun felt a little puzzled in his heart and asked, "Brother-in-law, what's wrong? What did you find?"
Ah Feng nodded slightly, his clear and deep eyes, like an eagle hovering in the sky ready to hunt, glanced around, and said in a deep voice: "There is murderous intent in this forest, I feel a group of