The mountain night in early autumn is a bit lonely, with a cool breeze blowing and dead leaves falling from time to time. However, in the valley, there is a colorful scene. In contrast, the cave heaven and blessed land are undoubtedly evident.
Mo Li was sitting cross-legged in meditation, quietly cultivating his Qi. He had already fallen into a mysterious state where he forgot both things and himself. He seemed to be integrated with the world. Every sound and breath in a radius of dozens of feet could not hide from his five senses.
His whole body exuded a scorching aura, which was three times stronger than before, like a blazing furnace. This was the result of his meditating on the Nine Yang Divine Art in recent days.
It is not about modifying the Kung Fu, but rather making some subtle changes to the Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu based on the Jiu Yang Divine Kung Fu combined with my martial arts insights from many years of practice to make it more suitable for me.
The beginning of martial arts practice is to walk along the path of the predecessors, without making any mistakes. However, everyone's physique and bones have slight differences. After all, someone else's path is theirs, but it may not be the most suitable for you.
After all, martial arts must be practiced by people. Just like the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon, Qiao Feng was the best in the world, but now, it has long declined.
There is no invincible martial arts, only invincible people!
He was practicing his skills all over the world, and the true energy in his body was like a river rushing endlessly. When he was getting better, suddenly, he frowned, opened his eyes, looked at the shadow in front of him, and said, "Who is that person?"
In the night, the valley is dark and eerily quiet.
Suddenly, there was a "click" sound of branches breaking, and a black shadow slowly came from there.
"Amitabha, I haven't seen you for a long time. It's really gratifying to see that Mo Shaoxia's demeanor is as good as before." The voice of the black figure was thick and slightly hoarse, but it had a strange effect that shocked the mind.
"Shaolin lion roar?"
Li Qiye said in a deep voice, feeling slightly startled in his heart.
The lion's roar is a unique Shaolin skill that has been famous for hundreds of years. It is not difficult to defeat the enemy with it. However, it is extremely difficult to do so lightly and blend it into ordinary speech to shock the opponent's mind and momentum.
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With this skill alone, the person can be ranked among the top masters in the world.
"The old monk admires Mo Shaoxia for his good eyesight."
The black figure gave a compliment and walked forward slowly. It seemed to be moving slowly, but in just three or two steps, it covered an extremely long distance and arrived in front of Mo Li.
Only then did Mo Li see the other party's appearance clearly.
He was a skinny old monk, covered in a wide black robe, and his shiny forehead was extremely eye-catching under the moonlight.
He has thick eyebrows, deep eyes, a high nose bridge, and plump lips. He must have been a rare handsome man when he was young, but there is a gloomy air hidden between his eyebrows, making his whole person become gloomy and difficult to approach.
"Which eminent Shaolin monk are you?" Mo Li asked puzzledly.
Among the four great monks of Shaolin knowledge and wisdom, except for the monk Kongjian who died young, he had seen the other three on Mount Wudang. This person was definitely not those three, but with Shaolin's unique skills such as the lion's roar,
If he has cultivated to such a high level, he must be a Shaolin man.
"Amitabha!"
The old monk recited a Buddha's name and said with a smile: "Yuanzhen met Mo Shaoxia once in Zhongnan Mountain, and the kindness of the young man's palm is something that the old monk will not dare or forget in this life."
Yuan Zhen, Zhongnan Mountain, one palm!
Li Mo Li raised his eyebrows and said solemnly: "Are you the man in black who made a sneak attack?"
That day, when he was rescuing Yin Liting outside the Taoist temple, he was competing with two Vajra Sect masters, Ah Er and Ah San, for palm power, but was attacked by a man in black. At that time, he slapped the opponent, but was also hit by the opponent's cold fingers.
Hurt, he didn't see his face clearly, so he slipped away. He didn't expect that he would dare to come to the door today!
This old monk, whose name is Yuan Zhen, became the world-famous Hunyuan Thunderbolt Master Cheng Kun more than ten years ago. Over the years, he has been studying martial arts in Shaolin Temple incognito incognito. No one knows how powerful his martial arts skills are now.
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In the original work, he went to Guangmingding alone. Although he took advantage of the internal fighting among the Ming Cult masters, he was able to defeat Wu San people in one fell swoop. Yang Xiao, Green Winged Bat King and other Ming Cult masters also know his ability.
I'm afraid that in this world, fighting alone, only the three old monks from the back mountain of Shaolin Temple, Zhang Sanfeng of the Wudang Sect, and Mo Li's ancestors and grandsons can definitely beat him.
If not, Mo Li would not have been injured by his Phantom Yin finger that day.
Yuanzhen clasped his hands together and said with a smile: "Yes, today the old monk came specially to repay the kindness of your palm."
His tone was sincere and his eyes were sincere, as if he was not here to kill anyone, but really came to repay a favor!
"I'm afraid it won't be enough for you alone." Li Li said coldly.
"Then add my two brothers!"
An old voice came, approaching from far away and quickly approaching.
Mo Li felt a chill all over his body, two waves of cold air were approaching quickly, and the strong wind from his palms hit his face, like two extremely cold glaciers, and it was astonishingly two top masters were attacking!
He snorted coldly, and the energy and blood all over his body surged. In his Dantian, pure Yang Wuji Qi began to circulate. He raised his hands with two palms and headed towards the two strong winds!
There were two loud bangs, and Mo Li felt as if his hands were pressed on two lumps of ice. The cold air hit him and made his blood freeze slightly. However, he was cultivating pure Yang Qi, and his Qi and blood were strong.
Very quickly, all the cold air was driven away.
The force of the palm's force spread out in all directions, shaking all the flowers and grass surrounding it into powder. Not only that, half of the ground had ice crystals condensed, and the other half became dry and charred, but it was caused by the aftermath of the palm force of both parties.
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The person who made the move was knocked away by Mo Li's palm, but they were two tall and thin old men, both with sinister temperaments and full of evil aura.
Mo Li's pupils narrowed slightly and he said in a deep voice: "Two elders Xuan Ming!"
There are two people in the world with such extreme cold palm power, and there are only two of them together. Except for the two elders Xuan Ming of Ruyang Palace, there is no one else.
It seems that this time, it is the handiwork of the Ruyang Palace!
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……"
The two old men laughed loudly together, and one of them said: "I didn't expect that the majestic sword god also knew the names of these two old men. I wonder if the young master Zhang Wuxia of your sect is in good condition now?"
In the past, Zhang Wuji was still suffering from cold poison thanks to these two people!
"You are seeking death!" Mo Li stretched out his hand to hold down the sword at his waist, and there was a sharp energy rising from his body.
"I'm afraid it's you who will die today!"
A sword light suddenly lit up along with the sound. The rainbow sword light was divided into eight in the night. It was as brilliant as eight people taking action at the same time. It was as fast as lightning and as fast as thunder. It was three points better than the leader of Kunlun, He Taichong.
, he is clearly a master of swordsmanship who has understood the meaning of the sword!
The sheathed long sword in Mo Li's hand was counted in the air, and only eight soft sounds of "ding, ding, ding, ding..." were heard, like a rainbow of sword light. There was a tall, thin and capable man in front of Mo Li.
The old man had a wrinkled face and a sad face, holding a long sword in both hands. The person who just took action was surprisingly him!
"Eight-armed Divine Sword Fang Dongbai!" Li Li frowned.
The old man couldn't help being a little surprised and said: "I didn't expect that after all these years of retirement, you actually know my name."
Li Qiye ignored him, but looked around and shouted: "What other masters have arrived? Why hide your head and show your tail? Let's show up together!"
"Mo Shaoxia is so loud. Aren't they still your opponents?"
A slightly immature female voice came, but in the darkness, a beautiful and noble girl slowly walked out, with a long sword hanging on her waist, and behind her, there was also a bitter-faced tutuo, dead
Staring at Mo Li, the hatred in his eyes almost overflowed!