Mr. Jin, Yue Qing and others looked at the Vajra Sect master lying on the ground with his hands deformed, and couldn't help but take a breath.
The power of the Vajra Finger has just been revealed without a doubt. Even Mr. Jin’s Thunder Palm, which he has practiced hard for decades, is no match for the opponent with just one finger!
And just now, the young man's weak palm shattered the opponent's two powerful diamond fingers that could penetrate gold and jade. What kind of Kung Fu did he use? Who is he?
Seemingly sensing everyone's doubts, Li Li said with a smile: "Although the Shaolin lineage's Vajra Finger power is extraordinary, he has not yet mastered it. Under my Wudang palm, he will naturally suffer a small loss."
Wudang Palm!
As soon as these four words came out, everyone present was immediately shocked!
Zhang Sanfeng has dominated the world for hundreds of years. In the martial arts world, who doesn’t know and who doesn’t?
The Wudang he created not only competes with the Shaolin Temple, a major sect that has been around for thousands of years, but also seems to be overshadowing it. Even these people who are far away from the customs are very familiar with the Wudang sect!
"It turns out to be a Wudang stunt!"
Mr. Jin nodded and praised: "Master Zhang of Wudang is a scholar of heaven and earth. Mr. Mo is so young, no wonder he has such great power!"
"People from Wudang?"
A slightly surprised voice came from outside the door. Everyone looked up and saw that in the distance all the more than ten horsemen had dismounted. They were now in front of the temple gate.
The leader is a bald monk with a fierce aura. He wears a monk's robes and has an evil aura that is even stronger than that of the big man who defeated Mr. Jin just now!
The monk said coldly: "When did Daxing Company become related to the Central Plains Wudang Sect?"
"Xuetu Gangxiang..." Mr. Jin suddenly stood up, his voice full of panic.
Hearing this name, Yue Qing and others were startled, and their hearts suddenly dropped to the bottom after seeing hope!
Xuetu Gangxiang, one of the most famous masters of the Vajra Sect, once fought with a first-class swordsman, and he used the power of his Vajra fingers to shatter the steel knife, break his limbs and torture him to death. He had an extremely cruel temperament and died when he
There are more than a hundred lives under his command, and these people are no match at all!
"Little baby, for the sake of Wudang's reputation, I will give you three moves. After three moves, I will crush all your bones, so that you will know the consequences of opposing my Vajra Sect!" Gang Xiang said coldly.
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The confidence and murderous aura in his words hit his face, and everyone present became more and more frightened.
After all, this person has been famous for a long time, and his cruel methods are famous in the northwest. Although this Wudang disciple has extraordinary martial arts, he is still young, so how can he be his opponent?!
Let others take the lead before fighting, this strong man knows the secret of the confrontation between qi and machine...
If a master is not confident enough in himself, he may not be able to perform even ten points of martial arts.
Ordinary people might be swayed by the words of Prime Minister Gang, but who is Mo Li? On Wudang Mountain, he has defeated two young talents who are the leaders of the world's major sects one after another. In other words, there is no news in the northwest border area, otherwise this achievement will spread.
I'm afraid that what I'm afraid of now is Gang Xiang!
Li Qiye put away his smile and his expression became indifferent.
Isn’t it just talking nonsense to disturb the opponent’s mentality? Who doesn’t talk trash?!
He held the hilt of the sword and said calmly: "If I can't kill you within three swords, I will lose."
This is too arrogant!
After hearing this, Gang Xiang, Mr. Jin, Yue Qing and others all had this idea in their minds!
Even if you are a disciple of Wudang, personally trained by Master Zhang, and your martial arts skills are extraordinary, but you have been famous for many years and have outstanding achievements. You have killed even top masters, how can you not be able to catch three swords?! I'm afraid
Even if Zhang Sanfeng comes in person, he may not dare to say such big words!
Gang Xiang sneered, anger welled up in his heart, and he just wanted to punch the kid in front of him to pieces!
However, just as his mind was stirring, Li Li drew his sword.
This sword is unremarkable, the sword light is dim, weak and weak, just like an old man struggling to swing the sword, I am afraid that an ordinary person may not be able to kill it.
"this……"
Ba Dao Yue Qing, Mr. Jin and others all had strange expressions on their faces. If they had not seen Mo Li's martial arts before, they would never have believed that such a sword could appear on such a martial arts master.
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"Pretend to be a ghost."
Gang Xiang smiled disdainfully, raised his palm and struck at Mo Li's long sword. His diamond finger power had already been practiced to an extremely advanced level, and breaking a long sword was nothing more than a trivial matter. It was this ordinary sword strike.
It contains any follow-up killing moves, and if the sword is broken, then naturally nothing can be used!
This palm was much stronger than that of the big man just now. The strong force of the palm brought up a roaring wind, which made everyone's cheeks hurt and even breathing became difficult for several minutes!
However, just when the palm was about to land on the sword, suddenly, the sword blade suddenly softened, just around the big palm, and the sword became a few minutes faster!
Wudang, the soft sword around the fingers!
This change happened suddenly, and with the distance between the two and the speed of the sword, Gang Xiang had no time to make another move!
With a pop, the sharp blade of the Ziwu Sword stabbed into Gang Xiang's throat without any fancy, and blood suddenly spurted out.
Mo Li put away his sword and stood on one side. On the black and white mottled Ziwu sword blade, blood gradually gathered and slowly dripped towards the ground.
"you……"
Gang Xiang grabbed his throat with both hands, his eyes filled with disbelief. He wanted to say something, but nothing came out.
With a thud, Gang Xiang's burly body hit the ground hard, bringing up dust all over the sky.
"Unexpectedly, you can only take one sword."
Mo Li sheathed his sword and shook his head slightly, as if he regretted overestimating his strength.
Mr. Jin, Yue Qing and everyone present looked at the lifeless figure on the ground, and for a moment they didn't know what to say.
Silence, extreme silence!
Just like a dream!
The great master of the Vajra Sect who spread across the northwest died tragically at the hands of a direct disciple of Wudang with just one sword strike!
They thought that three swords were already unbelievable, but unexpectedly, Mo Li only used one sword!
This is a tough guy, a tyrannical person with a record of defeating first-class masters, not just a cat or a dog!
Are all Wudang disciples so skilled in martial arts?!
Everyone stared at Mo Li in stunned silence, looking at the other party's overly young face, and couldn't help but feel a storm in their hearts!
How old is this boy?! How did he train?!
In this silent atmosphere, a sudden scream came out, and everyone came back to their senses, only to see dozens of Vajra Sect disciples running away outside, with fear on their faces!
Also, even if Gang Xiang's martial arts skills are not the enemy of Mo Li Yijian, how can they not be frightened and flee in panic?!
"I can't let you run away."
Mo Li muttered to himself, and picked up the bonfire with his scabbard. Suddenly, countless charcoal scattered in all directions. Mo Li connected his scabbard, and one charcoal after another screamed in the air, towards the Vajra Sect disciples.