Among all the warriors here, have they ever seen such superb palm skills and sword skills?
The Eighteen Palms for Subduing the Dragon, the unparalleled martial arts and Wudang swordsmanship inherited from the Northern Song Dynasty, are the superior divine swords created by the great martial arts masters of the time!
Although the people who used these two martial arts were not the two heroes who amazed an era, they are still famous in today's era!
The sword energy was so cold that it made people's hearts go cold, and the wind from the palm was so strong that it hurt people's cheeks.
However, everyone watched the palms and swords in the field without blinking. This was a scene that countless warriors rarely witnessed once in their lives, and it was enough for them to brag about for a lifetime!
Who would have thought that at Yumenguan, a pass in the northwest border where martial arts is not popular, one can see the two great magical arts of the world?!
At this moment, Mo Liren's sword merged into one and turned into a hanging river hanging down for nine days, while Shi Huolong's whole body energy and energy melted into his palm, and he charged like a furious dragon!
boom!
When the palms and swords intersected, it was like a thunderous explosion in the sky, the sword energy overflowed, and the palm winds were horizontal and horizontal. Within a few feet of the two people, countless white snow was blown into the air. The fierce force blew away the vegetation, stones and leaves hidden in it.
Shake them all into powder!
The Tianhe River is cut off and the blue dragon howls!
When the snowflakes that obscured their vision fell to the ground, everyone looked intently and saw that the two of them had already separated.
Mo Li's hand holding the sword kept trembling, and there was also a sword mark on Shi Huolong's chest.
The Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms is indeed the best foreign palm technique in the world!
Li Qiye's sword with all his strength, although it pierced the opponent's fierce and unrivaled palm force, unexpectedly, this move was so powerful that he had regrets, one palm force after another, if he hadn't already got through Ren Du, his internal strength was so high
He was afraid that he would not be able to catch the opponent's palm force at all, but even so, his long sword broke the opponent's palm, but it was still at the end of the force, leaving only some flesh wounds on the opponent, while his own palm was injured
The force of the palm was so strong that it made me feel numb!
Mo Li had a clearer understanding of Shi Huolong in front of him.
Although this person's internal strength has not yet defeated Ren Du, but with the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, he is enough to compete with the best masters in the world!
If it weren't for the fact that the previous elders of the Beggar Clan had consumed too much internal energy, Mo Li felt that the sword strike just now was enough to take down the opponent, but now that his internal energy was not enough, it was still a matter of uncertainty as to who would win and who would lose.
"Take my palm and let the dragon lurk in the abyss!"
Shi Huolong shouted loudly and hit him with another palm. Although he was injured, his momentum was not reduced at all. Under the palm, there was still a loud sound of wind and thunder, and the strong wind spread across the face, making everyone tremble!
Mo Li was not afraid at all, he raised his sword to meet them, and the fierce sword energy enveloped the two figures again!
With one palm and one sword, Shi Huolong fired eleven palms, and Mo Li also fired eleven swords!
Within eleven moves, there was no difference between the two of them, except that blood was oozing from the tiger's mouth where Mo Li held the sword, and Shi Huolong also had eleven more sword marks on his body!
And just after the eleventh move, Shi Huolong jumped up, suddenly went up to the sky, and then struck down from a high position. The majestic palm force was all pressed on Mo Li's shoulders. It was the only palm among the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms that fell from the sky.
Fa, the flying dragon is in the sky!
Mo Li did not dodge or dodge, and stabbed diagonally with the long sword. The move was soft and the sword was slow. However, it faintly turned into a black and white electric light, causing a harsh scream!
Just when everyone was expecting the palms and swords to intersect again, Mo Li's long sword suddenly bent down and stabbed Shi Huolong's lower abdomen at an incredible angle!
Wudang swordsmanship, finger-twirling soft sword!
Despite the sudden change, Shi Huolong didn't panic at all. Not only did he not come back to save him, but he became even more powerful with his palms, carrying an aura of indomitable ferocity. He clearly wanted to die with Mo Li!
Everyone's hearts tightened. Could it be that these two famous martial arts heroes were going to be buried together at this northwest border pass?!
call out!
The long sword passed through the lower abdomen, and a bloody light suddenly appeared, and then there was a muffled sound, and the palm power of the flying dragon in the sky hit Mo Li's shoulder without any fancy!
Mo Li had already entered the eighth level of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill and the pure Yang Wuji Qi in his Dantian protected him spontaneously, canceling out most of the power of this palm. However, the remaining power still made his throat feel sweet.
He spat out a mouthful of blood, dyeing the white clothes on his body red.
However, no one paid attention to him. Everyone's eyes were on Shi Huolong.
Shi Huolong, who was hit by a sword, fell to the ground, his face full of pain, and he couldn't even stand up!
This sword penetrated the dantian, and anyone with a discerning eye could see that the leader of the Beggar Clan was lucky enough to survive, but he was afraid that most of his kung fu would be wasted!
"Happy! So happy!"
Li Qiye laughed loudly, sheathed his sword and said, "Chief Shi, I accept the concession!"
He seemed to be behaving in a cool and unrestrained manner now, but all the energy in his body had been exhausted. If another top expert from the Beggar Clan showed up at this time, Li Qiye would definitely be filled with hatred.
Fortunately, the four elders of the Beggar Clan have all fallen to the ground, and none of them can stand up again.
Everyone looked at his calm expression, and then at the five figures lying on the ground. The atmosphere at the scene fell into a strange silence for a while.
Shi Huolong of the Beggar Clan, the leader of the largest gang in the world!
The elder who teaches martial arts and enforces the law, the leader of palms, bowls and sticks, the first-class master who has been powerful in the world for decades!
Even such a prestigious five people were all defeated by this young man in white in a great battle. If they hadn't seen this with their own eyes and spread it to the world, who would have believed it?!
Everyone looked at Mo Li with shock on their faces. Faintly, they seemed to see the figure of the former great master who, with one man and one sword, had made the world dim for hundreds of years!
The Wu-Tang Clan is really so amazing, with talented people from generation to generation!
Is this boy sixteen or seventeen years old?
Compared with this young man, those who have practiced martial arts all their lives are really like dogs!
"You win!"
Shi Huolong, who was holding back all the sword energy rushing around in his body, said: "But you don't have to be complacent. Although the Wudang Sect is powerful, this matter will never end!"
"Someone will definitely avenge me!"
After shouting this sentence, Shi Huolong tilted his head and immediately passed out.
Li Li was slightly stunned. Apart from these few people, are there any experts in the Beggar Clan?
But then he put this idea behind him. So what, Shi Huolong was no match for him. When he returned to Wudang Mountain, would anyone dare to cause trouble for him under Zhang Sanfeng's nose?
With this thought in mind, he picked up the long sword and walked slowly towards the Yumen Pass in the distance.
When a group of heroes saw him coming, they spontaneously moved out of the way, with a look of awe on their faces.
Not long after, the boy's figure disappeared into the snow, leaving a few pools of blood on the spot, which was particularly desolate in the cold wind...