From the headmaster of Quanzhen, he began to traverse the heavens

Chapter 20 Iron Fingers

Lin Qingxuan saw that Hou Tonghai's moves were getting more and more severe, but his impatience also began to reveal flaws, so he slipped his footsteps, pulled out two sword flowers with his right hand, and used a move "Moon Full West Tower" to hold the steel fork, and the sword With a flick of the blade, it was drawn towards Hou Tonghai's ten fingers holding the fork.

Where has Hou Tonghai ever seen such exquisite swordsmanship, the little Taoist priest who had been fighting him all the time just now parried with all his might, how could the little Taoist priest be able to counterattack such a powerful killing move in an instant?
Horrified in his heart, Hou Tonghai took three steps back in a row to escape the killing move of Ten Fingers Moving.

Lin Qingxuan took advantage of one move and did not pursue it. He had the heart to use Hou Tonghai to feed him, so he raised his sword and pinched his left hand, saying, "Do you still want to teach Hou Sanye?"

Hou Tonghai took a sip, frowned and shouted: "I call Santou Jiao the third master? The little Taoist is really hateful. I'm afraid of hurting your life with my weapon, so I'll teach you a few tricks with my bare hands. If you can pick me up... "If you don't get hurt in the [-] strokes, our Yellow River Gang will admit it, and you won't come to Shaanxi to harass you in the future, how about you?"

Hou Tonghai just punched Lin Qingxuan just now and tried it out. Lin Qingxuan's skill is far inferior to himself, and he also relied on Quanzhen Sect's brilliant swordsmanship to support many moves. counterattack.

Hou Tonghai was very serious about winning and losing, and was secretly annoyed that Lin Qingxuan had only just made a sword to make him fall, so he came up with a plan, and he had to beat Lin Qingxuan hard and let out a bad breath.

These [-] strokes are worthwhile, but Lin Qingxuan is really not a Quanzhen disciple. But just when I fought Hou Tonghai with Quanzhen swordsmanship, I already knew that this person's martial arts is not bad, and his skills are also higher than his own. Fortunately, the martial arts he practiced are not as exquisite and profound as the martial arts taught by Quanzhen, and his light power and body method are far superior to this. It would not be difficult for a person to catch him thirty moves with bare hands, and it was also an exercise for oneself.

So Lin Qingxuan first shook his head when he heard the words, and then continued: "I didn't want to agree, but I was afraid that you would entangle me. It doesn't matter, thirty moves are not many, you can do it!"

Seeing that Lin Qingxuan agreed, Hou Tonghai and Wang Sansheng both breathed a sigh of relief. Hou Tonghai believed that he could defeat Lin Qingxuan within [-] moves, while Wang Sansheng thought that Lin Qingxuan agreed to represent the Quanzhen Sect next Long Spear Club and Yellow River. Liang Zi, the helper, will not have to worry about the Dragon King of the Yellow River and the Three-headed Jiao looking for trouble again in the future.

Throwing the dagger back to Wang Sansheng, Lin Qingxuan paced and stood in the center of the hall, dividing his left and right hands, and said, "Master Hou, please."

Hou Tonghai snorted coldly: "I am in the Yellow River gang, and it is your second master Hou!"

After speaking, Hou Tonghai took a big step and punched Lin Qingxuan in the face. Lin Qingxuan knew that Hou Tonghai's punch was more powerful than before, so he didn't dare to take it hard. Tonghai left his heart and swung his right hand towards Hou Tonghai's left ear.

Hou Tonghai only felt that the little Taoist priest in front of him disappeared in front of him as soon as his sleeve moved.

He hurriedly bowed to dodge, twisted his waist, and took out his right hand from his left armpit.

"Snapped!"

Hou Tonghai made a strange move like a swimming fish to avoid Lin Qingxuan's palm, and then the two met each other. This time Hou Tonghai shot with hatred, Lin Qingxuan couldn't help but take three steps back in a row, but Hou Tonghai stood firmly. Don't move.

"Good Taoist!"

Hou Tonghai praised, and his hands danced as if four and eight hands were chasing and hitting Lin Qingxuan continuously.

Lin Qingxuan knew that his skill was still weak, so he didn't dare to take it hard, so he had to use the Quanzhen Sect's light kung fu movement technique to dodge in circles.

In the Quanzhen martial arts, the light-gong movement technique of moving and dodging in close proximity is more powerful than the long-distance travel and leaping from high places.

This is also the reason why the Quanzhen Seven Sons formed the Tiangang Beidou Formation to be able to draw with one of the Four Judes.

If the footwork movement that grabbed Xingdou's position was not first-class, the formation would definitely not change as fast as the battle, and at the level of the Five Absolutes, it would have been possible to see the flaws in the formation.

Lin Qingxuan had already mastered the gang-step movement of the Tiangang Beidou Array, and it was very easy and unrestrained to dodge moves in circles around Hou Tonghai, which made Hou Tonghai's suit feel dizzy in a short while.

Wang Sansheng remembers the promise of thirty strokes, and has been staring at it tightly, not daring to relax, shouting in his mouth: "Twenty strokes...21 strokes..."

Hou Tonghai was distraught, knowing that if the little Taoist kept dodging, it would be impossible for him to hit him once even with a hundred moves.

Knowing that his skill was not very strong, he was determined to take a chance to win, so he made a mistake with both hands, exposing the door in his chest. His hands were like two big iron tongs to stop Lin Qingxuan, and then his arms Filling the force to attack the middle.

Seeing Hou Tonghai's move, the first three ghosts of the four ghosts of the Yellow River laughed and said, "The little Taoist priest is dead!"

"Uncle Master wins!"

"It's all really bull's nose, but that's it."

Wang Sansheng was also startled, he couldn't help grasping the spear, just waiting for Lin Qingxuan to desperately save his life when he was knocked down, so that he could be completely tied to Quanzhen Sect.

However, he didn't know that Lin Qingxuan was really not a true disciple of the Seven Masters of Quanzhen. If the news that he possessed Quanzhen's martial arts was found out by several real people of Quanzhen, he would have committed a big taboo crime.

Although Lin Qingxuan's movement is fast, he is still inexperienced. When he realizes that something is wrong, he can't dodge in time. In a desperate situation, he can only lift his shoulder and lock his head to protect the key point. He spreads his right fingers and points towards Hou Tonghai's chest.

Lin Qingxuan's move was to use the fingering skills of the Iron Finger Technique, and his five fingers stabbed Hou Tonghai in the chest like a spear, and then a rebound force dissipated [-]% of his strength.

Hou Tonghai also hit Lin Qingxuan's back and shoulder blades with his arms, making a crisp tom. Hou Tonghai was about to use his strength to crush the little Taoist's sternum when he suddenly felt unbearable pain in his chest, and his arms were completely smashed. I lost my strength, my breath was unsteady, and my body seemed to be drunk and sat down.

"What kind of magic trick does the little Taoist use!"

The four ghosts of the Yellow River didn't see that Lin Qingxuan's five fingers hit his uncle's chest, and saw that his uncle was about to win, but suddenly slumped and fell, thinking that Lin Qingxuan used a Taoist magic trick.

"Breaking Soul Knife" Shen Qinggang and "Life Chasing Gun" Wu Qinglie rushed out with a shout, and each attacked Lin Qingxuan with their ultimate moves.

"Master, please take the sword!"

Wang Sansheng also set up a long spear to stop Wu Qinglie, and at the same time threw the short sword to Lin Qingxuan.

Ma Qingxiong, the third child, "Capturing Soul Whip", took the opportunity to pick up Hou Tonghai. Seeing that his uncle's face was as pale as gold, he knew that he was seriously injured.

Hou Tonghai pointed to his chest with trembling fingers. Ma Qingxiong hurriedly opened the front of his uncle's shirt. Seeing the five purple-red dots on his chest, he was shocked and said, "What kind of kung fu? How powerful is it?"

After he finished speaking, he hurriedly performed exercises and massaged his uncle. At the same time, he took out the pills that had been taken orally for Hou Tonghai to take.

Hou Tonghai adjusted his breath for a moment before his face turned rosy, he spat out fresh blood, and then he felt smooth breathing. The pain in his chest eased a little, and he sighed: "What an iron finger skill, this person is Tan Chuduan's disciple, I didn't expect my old age. Hou is hunting wild geese all day long, but today he was pecked in the eye by the wild geese!"

"Iron Finger Gong?"

Ma Qingxiong suddenly remembered the fact that Tan Chuduan's iron finger power shocked the heroes in Hebei, and said, "This kid is cunning and deceived us by saying that he is not a true disciple of the Quanzhen Sect, uncle, what should I do?"

Seeing that Shen Qinggang's swordsmanship was ruthless but could not hurt Lin Qingxuan, Hou Tonghai snorted coldly when he was forced by the little Taoist priest's swordsmanship to retreat from time to time to dodge.

Wu Qinglie and Wang Sansheng each held a long gun battle into a group, and it was difficult to break up for a while.

Hou Tonghai knew in his heart that his fourth nephew was injured, and the third nephew was not the opponent of the little Taoist priest, so he could only shake his head, grit his teeth and said, "It's not difficult to kill the little Taoist priest, but his master Tan Chuduan is not good at it. It's so annoying, we have never had a feud with the Quanzhen seven sons, so it's not good to have a feud for no reason.

Besides, Zhongnan Mountain is too close here, and if you drag it further, there will be other bull noses coming. Let's go first, discuss it with your master, and then find the place! "

(End of this chapter)