Martial arts start from Xiaobing in Xiangyang City

Chapter 7 Zhongcheng Martial Arts!Phantom finger!

Lin Qing took the opportunity to throw a spear, but suddenly saw a figure flying out again, without thinking about it, he flicked his wrist, and the spear turned into a swift shadow and flew out.

The man was about to shatter the spear with his palm, but the spear suddenly rose and pierced his eyes.

The man was so frightened that he took a few steps back subconsciously, and the spear shot out smoothly again.

But in the end it was still affected, and it was pierced from the soldier's back, but it didn't penetrate the heart, only a blood hole a few inches deep.

But here, when Xiaoxiangzi knew that he had been duped, he was immediately furious. The pure steel mourning stick was swung violently, and the strong wind made Lin Qing feel pain all over his body.

Although Lin Qing kept trying to escape, the other party's internal strength was high, and he always blocked him with weird zombie jumps, causing him to be trapped in place for a while.

In addition, without the spear in Lin Qing's hand, the Yang family's marksmanship suddenly had no room to display, which was equivalent to cutting off his own arm.

At the moment, he can only keep parrying with the Spirit Snake Fist, and his legs flicker like shadows under his feet to avoid the opponent's attack.

Once hit by the opponent's pure steel mourning stick, he will be smashed out of a huge hole immediately, and he will definitely die.

But although the Spirit Snake Fist is sensitive and vicious, it is not as strong as the opponent.

Once he was hit, he would definitely die, which made Lin Qing's already disadvantaged momentum even more depressed.

"No! If this goes on, I have to explain here today!"

Lin Qing suddenly panicked, and immediately decided to spend the combat merit points to exchange for some useful things.

The most useful thing was poison, but the opponent knew that he was a small soldier, but killed Nimoxing, one of the five great Mongol masters, so he would definitely guess about poison.

Once the other party has the convenience, it is not that simple to poison.

Poison is not good, so it can only be exchanged for martial arts at the moment.

Lin Qing's eyes flashed a long list of martial arts names, but he quickly rejected them all.

"Basic martial arts don't seem to work, only intermediate martial arts."

Most of the basic martial arts are the basic swordsmanship, palm techniques, etc. of various sects. They are all bad street goods. They can deal with ordinary people, but it is difficult to deal with the five masters of Mongolia.

Immediately, Lin Qing selected a martial art from Zhongcheng martial arts, and spent a huge sum of [-] yuan to exchange it.

"Ding! You will consume [-] merit points to exchange for the Phantom Yin Finger."

When the reminder sounded, Lin Qing's hard-won [-] combat merit points suddenly disappeared.

But as a wave of strange information poured into Lin Qing's mind, Lin Qing found that the [-] military exploits were worth the money.

Huan Yin Finger is Cheng Kun's unique technique, even if it is broken by Zhang Wuji's Nine Suns, it can't cover up its brilliant achievements.

With just one finger, he severely injured the seven masters of Mingjiao, what else is there to say?

Although Lin Qing didn't practice internal strength now, he learned from strange information that all people have true energy in their bodies, but ordinary people don't know how to use it.

Therefore, even though he has not cultivated his inner strength, he can still use the phantom yin finger.

The most important thing is that Huanyin Finger does not have such high requirements for internal strength, unlike martial arts such as Kongming Palm, Wuxiang Jiezhi, and Yiyang Finger, which all have very high requirements for internal strength.

"Whoo~"

At this moment, a fierce wind hit, and Lin Qing was awakened immediately.

Seeing the pure steel mourning stick attacking at a glance, Lin Qing rushed towards it with a punch, which immediately made Xiaoxiangzi's eyes brighten. Unexpectedly, Lin Qing stopped avoiding it.

Immediately, Xiaoxiangzi's strength did not decrease but increased, and the strong wind smashed some stones on the ground to pieces.

Lin Qing felt a strong wind coming, but instead of retreating, he stepped forward to meet it. His hind feet followed like a shadow, and he appeared in front of the pure steel mourning stick in an instant.

Just when he was about to hit, he flashed again and quickly appeared on the left side of Xiaoxiangzi.

The pure steel mourning stick smashed into the air, and with a 'boom', it immediately smashed a big hole in the ground.

In front of the mourning stick, the ground is as fragile as paper.

Lin Qing's heart trembled when he saw it, but he couldn't care less. Immediately, according to the fingering instructions, he forced out a cold internal force and shot it out from the fingertips.

"Cold, cold..."

Lin Qing kept imagining that the internal force in the body changed into cold air, and then wisps of weak cold air forced to the fingertips.

Keep looping! !
Although the cold air was too weak to disappear from time to time on the way, but with more and more times, there was still a small stream of cold air successfully gathered at the fingertips.

He could clearly feel that his fingertips were slightly swollen and a bit shady, as if wisps of cold air were weak on his fingertips, which made Lin Qing feel a little chilly.

But just as Lin Qing was mobilizing his yin and cold internal energy, Xiaoxiangzi who smashed the air was furious, and swung the pure steel mourning stick at Lin Qing again.

Under the sunlight, the silver mourning stick glowed coldly, adding a hint of killing intent.

But at this moment, Lin Qing quietly appeared in front of Xiaoxiangzi with his arms bent, and shot out the phantom Yin finger at close range.

Immediately, Lin Qing clearly felt a small burst of yin and cold internal force shoot out, and the fingertips left with the yin and cold internal force, and immediately regained their warmth.

But at this time, the pure steel mourning stick had already fallen, Lin Qinghua turned his fingers into palms, quickly twisted his arms, and wound them up.

I saw that Lin Qing's arms were quickly wrapped around the pure steel mourning stick, like a snake wrapped around the whole body, in order to remove the power of the mourning stick.

However, just getting close, the strong wind made Lin Qing's palm hurt, and blood appeared out of thin air.

After looking carefully, he found that the palm had been covered with scars at some point, and strands of blood flowed from all the wounds.

But the Spirit Snake Fist is indeed extraordinary, it actually relies on the strength to remove all the strength of the mourning stick.

However, Lin Qing was still impacted into the body by an internal force, which immediately raged wildly in the body, causing Lin Qing unbearable pain.

Withdrawing the palm quickly, the body stepped quickly, like a shadow, and quickly disappeared behind him.

Xiaoxiangzi still wanted to chase after him, but he found that there was a chill in his body, and he couldn't use his internal strength.

But the cold internal energy shot out by Lin Qingji would adhere to his body and wander around his limbs, making him unable to mobilize his internal energy as he wanted, and could only watch Lin Qing leave.

And this yin and cold internal force is extremely cunning, constantly wandering in the body, it is extremely difficult to get rid of it.

Unless it is pure yang internal strength such as Jiuyang Shengong, it can rely on pure yang internal force, so that the yin and cold internal force in the body has nowhere to hide.

……

As the Mongolian army retreated, the soldiers of Xiangyang City also retreated into the city one after another.

Not long ago, there was a roar of killing and cutting, but it became silent and depressed in a blink of an eye, leaving only a large pile of corpses and many ruins.

At the city gate, a group of soldiers were cleaning the battlefield and carrying the corpses of soldiers from the Song Dynasty back.

But the whole battlefield is really too big, and corpses are piled up in more places, left to rot and chased by a group of flies.

No one noticed that a young man on the battlefield also fell among a large number of corpses, but it could be seen from his undulating chest that he was not dead yet!
But no one will ever know!
(End of this chapter)