The battle has begun. On one side is the current Jinyi Wei Qianshi and the former Beizhen Fusi Town Governor Wu Qiming. On the other side is the notorious master of the Xuantian Sect, King Youyun.
Although both of them are top players in the world, in fact this battle was not as fierce as imagined. It can even be said that both sides fought with great restraint.
Wu Qiming walked leisurely under the fallen leaves in the sky. Occasionally, he would flick the silk thread on his hand, and several murderous mechanisms would be triggered.
King Youyun, on the other hand, was like a dexterous cheetah, dodging Wu Qiming's trap while waiting for an opportunity to launch a counterattack.
This battle between dragons and tigers was turned into a turn-based game like chess, and even during the fierce battle, both sides were still interested in chatting.
King Youyun jumped up, waved his palm again to create a black mark, and knocked down all the flying knives ejected from his feet. He turned around and landed on the other side. He looked at Wu Qiming opposite him from afar and sighed: "
Master Wu’s skills are becoming more and more proficient.”
"The concealed weapon mechanism is nothing more than a small Daoer. It is difficult to reach the level of elegance. Brother Youyun is so complimentary." Wu Qiming said humbly.
Dharma King Youyun dodged the endless traps and said at the same time: "Master Wu is a genius. With one or two fragments, he was able to recreate the martial arts of the Tang Sect. I admire him."
The Tang Sect mentioned by King Youyun was once a famous martial arts sect in Sichuan and Sichuan, but it later declined. Today, few people in the martial arts world are aware of the other party's former glory.
Wu Qiming was born as a disciple of an official. When he was traveling in the world in his early years, he accidentally came across a volume of Tang Sect's martial arts secrets. However, its content was extremely incomplete. Most of the Tang Sect's secrets that are circulated in the world today are like this. They have been eroded by the years.
I can only leave a few words.
But Wu Qi was extremely talented, and with the help of the secret book fragments in his hand, he managed to find a new path.
At this moment, faced with the praise from His Holiness Youyun, Wu Qiming just smiled and said: “Who knows that your photography skills are unparalleled in the world? When Brother Youyun speaks like this, it sounds like he is boasting to me.”
Dharma King Youyun looked calm and unmoved. Although the shadow-taking magic skill he relied on was a powerful internal skill rarely seen in the world, how could outsiders know about the harsh conditions and arduous process of cultivation.
The practice method of Zhaoying Gong is to control people's seven emotions to strengthen a certain emotion and push one's martial arts to the extreme.
Seven emotions: joy, anger, sadness, fear, love and evil - those who practice shadowing skills must choose one of these seven emotions for targeted strengthening. This sounds difficult, and it is even more difficult to do.
difficult.
Although Dharma King Youyun's life is suspected of being manipulated by the Xiaoyao Sect, he has lived a wonderful life. However, like many ordinary people, he has reached peaks and experienced troughs in his life.
When he obtained the shadow-taking skill, His Majesty Youyun's first wife died of illness. Later, when he joined the Xuantian Sect, devoted himself to his career and fame, and competed for fame and fortune in the world, his two children were also killed by his enemies.
By the time Dharma King Youyun became famous and the Xuantian Sect had firmly established itself as the number one in the Demonic Way, he was almost alone. Almost all his family and friends had died, leaving only a poor granddaughter by his side.
But the irony is that the pain in life actually developed the martial arts of Dharma King Youyun. The shadow technique he practiced, through one of the seven emotions, sorrow, made rapid progress under such circumstances.
But it is a pity that even so, Dharma King Youyun has only pushed the shadowing skill to the ninth level, and is still far away from the perfection of this magical skill.
"I heard that this shadow-taking skill is a martial art of Buddhism in the Western Regions. I wonder if this news is true?" Wu Qiming said, throwing out a flying knife.
King Youyun stared at it, and saw that the flying knife drew a strange arc in the air, and suddenly disappeared without a trace under the cover of fallen leaves. The next second, the sound of arrows being fired came from behind him.
Almost as soon as his ears caught the sound of the arrow rain, the body of Dharma King Youyun started to move. He opened his arms and rotated into the air. Black energy surged out from under his black robe, following him.
The rotation of his hands formed a circle of protective aura around him.
The flying arrow landed on the black body-protecting aura, and soon lost its edge, falling to the ground with a swipe. King Youyun used his strength to fly into the air, and landed on a tree trunk, seemingly invisible.
It was normal and he answered Wu Qiming's previous question calmly.
"Indeed, the shadow-taking skill comes from the Buddhist sect of the Western Regions. I wonder what Mr. Wu has to say?" He asked calmly.
Wu Qiming played with another flying knife in his hand and nodded with a smile: "Brother Youyun is honest, so I will also speak frankly. Since the shadow technique comes from Buddhism, maybe the cultivation method should be consistent with Buddhist scriptures."
"Oh? How do you say this?" Dharma King Youyun put his hands behind his back and seemed to be at ease.
Wu Qiming said leisurely: "Buddhism says that the four elements are all empty. These monks think they have escaped from the three realms and are no longer in the five elements. Worldly emotions are useless in their eyes. Therefore, once you enter Buddhism, the past world is cut off, the threads of three thousand worries fade away, and this life is a blue lamp.
The ancient Buddha is enough."
Dharma King Youyun frowned slightly: "There is something in Master Wu's words that I don't understand. If you dare, please tell me directly."
Wu Qiming chuckled: "Buddhist disciples are all outsiders, and the bloodline sect is useless in their eyes. They say they have no thoughts in this world, but in fact what they do is ruthless and meaningless. I'm just talking nonsense. Is it possible to practice with the skills of my disciples?"
This should be followed.”
Dharma King Youyun's eyes gradually turned cold, and he seemed to understand what Wu Qiming meant.
Wu Qiming seemed unaware and continued to talk: "Brother Youyun's shadow-taking skill is only one step away from the ten great perfections. It would be a pity to give up at this time. Why not try Buddhism's method of cutting off the world of mortals? Speaking of which, you are now
It seems that I only have one granddaughter left to care about, so why not——"
"Master Wu's kindness, I appreciate it."
After the words fell, Dharma King Youyun held a black seal with both hands at the same time, and pushed forward with both palms. The strong wind swept up the broken leaves in the sky, and two black tornadoes rose into the sky, sweeping towards Wu Qiming with a huge force.
Wu Qiming's eyes narrowed slightly, and he took half a step back. He only heard a few jingling sounds, and several flying knives fell from his sleeves. He kicked with his toes, turning the flying knives into bursts of silver light.
Shoot out.
The silver light penetrated the black tornado, accompanied by thunderbolts and thunder. The flying knives that were shot straight turned back halfway. The brilliance was like snakes and lightning, and seven or eight silver lights stabbed back and forth, with brilliant colors.
The black tornado was riddled with holes.
Wu Qiming raised his hand slightly, spread his fingers, and several rays of silver light flashed through the air like a wanderer returning home, and finally landed between his two fingers. For a moment, everything was calm.
He sighed helplessly: "Brother Youyun, why should you be angry? What I said is reasonable and well-founded. You lost your wife when you were young, lost your son when you were middle-aged, and you are almost alone in your old age. Only then can you practice the Shadow Skill to the ninth level."
At this level, I can say that as long as I use my fingers to kill your granddaughter, the ten great perfections of the shadow-taking magic skill can be achieved at your fingertips."