Shaolin Bajue

Chapter 21

The black-clothed masked man was there when he saw Wuming. He didn't expect Wuming to recover his internal strength so quickly. He panicked, and kept the Tianchan Sword in his hand far away, and shouted: "Master, Tianchan Sword Cheats." Looking back, he slapped a palm, and took a palm with Wuming.

With a sound of "Wow", the masked man in black shook his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood, messing up the black mask on his face.His people also flew ten zhang away, stepped back seven steps in a "thump-thump-thump" manner, laughed hoarsely and said: "Hehe, good skill, really worthy of being a Shaolin monk, I am willing to bow down."

Wuming slashed out with a palm, fought hard with the masked man in black, couldn't help but take a step back, breathed slightly, and said to himself: I still underestimated this thief that night, according to his skill, he was as generous as the master nephew. There is a fight, the thief claims to be the seat, who is it?

The Cicada Cheatbook was thrown high, drawing a beautiful arc in the air, two figures flew into the air at the same time, the two of them split their palms, bursts of true energy flowed, everyone ran away one after another, only the Cicada Knife trembled all over , dancing happily around the two of them.The two palms met, and the stream in the stream couldn't help but stay for a moment, flying sand and stones, flowers and plants flying around.

With a long sound of "Bang...", the two flew several feet away, staring at each other coldly.Tian Chan's scabbard swung horizontally, caught Tian Chan's secret book, groaned softly in the air, and did not fly away, probably to see the fight between these two people.

"Hey...hey...hey, who are you?" The person who came was a weird old man with yellow hair, and said.

The sword god didn't know him, and asked, "Who is your Excellency? What are you doing here?"

At this time, a group of people in black flew over from a distance, four of them were carrying a soft sedan chair, most of the group of people were big men in black clothes, walking in front, but there were eight people lined up The black-clothed masked man, their outfits are exactly the same as the previous black-clothed masked man, except that they are different in height, fat and thin.

Those eight people came forward, and loudly proclaimed together with the black-clothed masked man earlier: "Congratulations to the great master of extraordinary skills for winning the Heavenly Cicada Sword, sweeping the martial arts world, and dominating the rivers and lakes." Dozens of black-clothed men knelt down With the next leg, he shouted like a loud bell: "I wish the Great Hierarch won the Heavenly Cicada Saber, dominate the martial arts world, and be invincible everywhere in the world."

The shouts of dozens of big men with extraordinary martial arts were not weaker than the roar of thousands of beasts hiding in the forest and among the mountains and grass.The old man with yellow hair was very happy when he heard this. He nodded and said with a smile: "Very good, very good, as long as you follow me, the world will be ours in the future." After speaking, he laughed again.

Seeing this scene, the others were dumbfounded, why is this yellow-haired old man so particular about ostentation.Dao Shen sent out a dark force, tested the eight black-clothed masked men, felt that their martial arts were not much worse than the previous one, he was shocked, and said: Where did so many masters come from?Any one is the hero of the party, who is this old ghost with yellow hair?With such a great ability, he actually let these people work under him.

"Amitabha, who is the benefactor? From my point of view, the benefactor does not seem to be from the Central Plains?"

The old man with yellow hair said with a smile: "That's right, I'm not from the Central Plains, I'm from Wacha. I heard that there is a top master in the world in your Central Plains named 'Dugu Nine Heavens', and what other nine sects, Sichuan Tangmen, Lei's house in the south of the Yangtze River, there are a lot of martial arts masters in a mess. I have practiced miraculously since I was a child, and I wanted to come to the Central Plains martial arts to meet the world's masters... Haha, I didn't expect that when I went to the main altar of the Devil's Cult, what did Dugu Jiutian claim to be practicing in seclusion? Do not fight with me. I had to find people to compete in the Central Plains martial arts, and no one is my hand. It turns out that the real master is here, old monk, who are you? Report your name."

Wuming said: "My old man is Wuming."

When the old man with yellow hair heard it, he hadn't heard of it.He looked up at the nine masked men in black beside him, each of them took a step forward, whispered a few words in his ear, and then backed away.The old man with yellow hair smiled and said: "I know who you are, the old monk. You are an eminent monk of the Shaolin Temple. Well, I am looking for Shaolin Temple to meet your head. Since you are his uncle's generation , I think the martial arts are higher, and I will compete with you later."

Wuming looked at the person who whispered just now, stretched his white eyebrows, and looked at that person coldly. The person lowered his head, not daring to look at Wuming, as if he was afraid that Wuming would get angry with him.

The sword god looked at these people indifferently, and suddenly said: "Are you here for the Tianchan knife?" The old man with yellow hair said: "Yes, I heard that the Tianchan knife is a treasure of martial arts, one of the seven wonders of Shaolin, I want to see it How powerful it is, now it seems that it is really a good weapon, I don't use a knife, but I can give it away."

When everyone heard it, they shouted in their hearts: My good fellow, today's cicada sword is a treasure that people in the martial arts dream of, and he actually wants to give it to others. Isn't he not tempted?
No one else knows who this yellow-haired old man's true identity is.The nine masked men in black also only knew that this yellow-haired man called himself "Old Yellow-haired Monster", came from Wacha, and would gather experts in the Central Plains.The nine of them were all defeated by the ghostly martial arts of the yellow-haired old man a year ago. The yellow-haired old man forced them to swear allegiance to him and work for him, and they will surely achieve great things in the future.Under coercion and lure, nine people followed him and called him the Grand Hierarch, but they themselves were all Vice Hierarchs. In the past year, they had taken in quite a few little brothers.

The Sword God smiled and said, "Do you think you can win the Heavenly Cicada Sword?"

The old man with yellow hair said arrogantly: "Of course, I don't have ten levels of confidence, how can I come back here."

Dao Shen said: "Do you know who I am?"

The old man with yellow hair said: "Who are you, how do I know. I only know that your kung fu is very high."

Dao Shen smiled and said, "I was called Dao Shen 60 years ago. At that time, you were probably still a young man. What a nonsense you are here."

The old man with yellow hair said in surprise: "That's right, I'm eighty-six this year. Are you very old?"

Dao Shen smiled and said: "Ask the people under your command, I think they may have heard of my name before."

The sword god announced his name, and the nine masked men in black were all shocked, as if they couldn't think that this big man, who seemed to be only about forty years old, would be the fourth sword god on the list 60 years ago.They all looked at Dao Shen with wide eyes.The masked man in black who was lurking in the dark flew out and whispered in the ear of the old man with yellow hair for a while.

The yellow-haired old man's expression changed slightly, and he said: "I didn't expect the Central Plains martial arts masters and you old guys to exist, but I underestimated you, but, so what about old age? Am I still afraid of you?"

When he said that, a super strong force surged towards the sword god.The sword god took a step, like a god of heaven, he also sent out a shocking force.After two hits, the yellow-haired old man took a step back, and the sword god moved slightly, but he didn't back out.Everyone could see that the yellow-haired old man suffered a big loss.

The old man with yellow hair came to the Central Plains Wulin and met many masters, none of them were his opponents. Now that he suffered such a big loss, he was furious and shouted: "Okay, I will compete with you again." He jumped up, In a blink of an eye, he was already on the top of Dao Shen's head, and he stretched out his hand. Dao Shen smiled slightly, opened his fists, and drew a circle on his chest. arrive.

"Huh..." Dao Shen really didn't expect that the yellow-haired old man's body skills were so weird, and he was not shaken away. Dao Shen made a mistake with both fists and shouted: "Get lost..."

"Not necessarily" the yellow-haired old man was in the air, with his two claws lined up, his posture was like a big eagle, he passed over the head of the sword god, folded his body, and grabbed the acupuncture point behind the sword god. Where is the gate of fate.The sword god listened to the wind and discerned the direction, knowing that the yellow-haired old man was going to kill him, his heart became fierce, he untied the machete at his waist, and without turning his head, he cut the air with the knife.

"Tell you to get out or not."

Sword God shouted.

The old man with yellow hair was startled and flew into the sky, falling three feet away.As soon as his feet touched the ground, he turned around and said with a livid face: "Good saber skills, you really deserve to be a generation of masters in the Central Plains."

The Sword God's machete slashed in the air, and with a crash, a stone wall ten feet away was separated by the sword's energy.

That day Chandao was circling around him at this time, the secret book of Tianchandao was lying on the knife, dozens of people on the other side dared not move.The old man with yellow hair suddenly laughed and said, "There is a saying among you that is 'there are as many heroes as there are enemies'. Today I have so many subordinates, how can I still defeat you? I will give you some time to think about whether you want the Heavenly Cicada Sword or life."

"Amitabha, as a Shaolin monk, how can I let you take away the Heavenly Cicada Saber? Even though you have a large number of people, the old monk and others are coveting life and fearing death... Ayi, take my sword here. "Nameless said loudly.

I saw Yingting young man take off the knife wrapped in gray cloth from his back, open the gray cloth, and hand the knife to Wuming. Moan.Tian Chandao heard the sound of the knife, flew over immediately, and "looked" around the knife in Wuming's hand for a long time.

"Ah... isn't this the Heavenly Cicada Knife?"

"How could it be...how come there are two Tianchan Swords, ah..."

Except for Wuming and that handsome young man named "Ayi", everyone was moved.

That knife is actually exactly the same as the Heavenly Cicada Knife, and the flying cicadas on the scabbard are all lifelike. If they are put together, who can tell which one is the real Tianchan Knife?

The knife held in Wuming's hand is exactly the same as the Tianchan knife, and those who don't know the inside story certainly don't know the originality.Back then when the Heavenly Cicada Sword disappeared, Shaolin Temple lost an elder-level person, and anyone who knows it knows that the Heavenly Chandao was stolen by this elder.The head of Shaolin was furious, and sent Shaolin Eighteen Arhats with golden bodies to go down the mountain to find someone.It took more than 20 years to find no trace of the elder, so he had to go back to the temple.

(End of this chapter)