Dragon Warrior

Chapter 102 Sunflower Needle and Tai Chi Whisk

Pu Buhua's image changed drastically, making everyone around her look shocked.

Although many people knew that Pu Buhua practiced the magical art of yin and yang rotation, they didn't have an intuitive feeling. Now such an unpredictable method is vividly displayed in front of them, which almost subverts everyone's understanding of martial arts.

Pu Buhua's vigor was surging, and his majesty was majestic. Even Yang Xiaojue and others who were fighting outside a few feet away could feel a burst of overwhelming pressure, and had to suppress the shock, and the internal force of luck slowly receded. Leave enough room for two.

Even if everyone is like this, one can imagine the great pressure that Zhang Zhenren, who bears the brunt, is under great pressure. Most people are afraid that they will be defeated directly just by facing Pu Buhua's martial arts aura.

But Master Zhang was unmoved at all. He stood there, watching Pu Buhua quietly, and allowed him to reach the peak of his skills.

As Pu Buhua's sunflower qi flowed rapidly all over her body, a strong wind blew out, and countless flowers and plants broke off at the waist, and then were swept in all directions.

Zhang Sanfeng remained motionless, extremely calm.His eyes are still calm and lustrous, his hair and beard are loose and drooping casually, and the strong wind clearly sweeps across his body, but it seems that there is an invisible big hand firmly fixing every cell of him in place, even if the sea is dry and the rocks are rotten. There will be no surprise.

The strong wind blew on him, but it couldn't even shake a piece of his clothes or hair. It just passed through silently, as if he had never appeared between heaven and earth, and time and space seemed to be condensed at this moment. average.

The light in Pu Buhua's eyes soared, his figure flickered, and the next moment he appeared less than three feet in front of Zhang Sanfeng.With a light twitch of his right hand, a gleaming embroidery needle under Lanhua's finger had pierced Zhang Sanfeng's heart like lightning.

Zhang Sanfeng's eyes were as calm as a lake, and with a wave of his right hand whisk, three thousand strands of dust condensed into one strand, wrapped around Pu Buhua's wrist in an instant at a slow speed visible to the naked eye, and followed him lightly. With a light belt, Pu Buhua's quick stab has already turned to one side.

Pu Buhua leaned forward slightly, shook her right thumb and index finger, and the embroidery needle in her hand came out in an instant, appearing between Zhang Sanfeng's eyebrows as if jumping through space.Seeing that the sharp edge is about to enter the flesh, Zhang Sanfeng moved his left hand, and pointed together in a calm and unhurried manner, as if slowly but really quickly, he clamped the death-death needle between the index and middle fingers.

Pu Buhua's first attack was in vain, she moved back three feet, her body was spinning like the wind, and while her robe was fluttering, dots of embroidery needles flew out from every corner of his body with a cold light, and then turned into streamers flying all over the sky, Shoot at Zhang Sanfeng from different locations in all directions at different times.

I saw the cold light flying, and the psychedelic colors like fireflies flashed under the firelight, but each stream of light contained a killing intent.

Under the control of Pu Buhua, the embroidery needle seems to be no longer a cold iron needle, but a spirit of heaven and earth with life, flying back and forth between the three feet of heaven and earth, looking ahead, sometimes behind, sometimes clearly direct, But at the moment of approaching the body, it suddenly turned into a slanting stab, and many even broke out from the ground, stabbing the soles of the feet, or shooting the bottom of the body, which is hard to guard against.

Zhang Sanfeng's right hand whisked the dust more and more, and every slow movement was clearly presented in front of everyone's eyes. At this time, even an old farmer who didn't know martial arts at all could see his every move and style clearly.

But what's incredible is that this kind of slow move, which seems hard to hurt even a ten-year-old child, can run through it step by step, turning endlessly, blocking all the endless embroidery needles three feet away from the body without any mistakes. , Amidst the tinkling sound, after a while, thin needles fell all over Zhang Sanfeng's body.

I saw Zhang Sanfeng's right hand whisk trembling, and three thousand dust strands scattered, each strand had different strength and trajectory, either straight or curved, folded or coiled, or circled or stacked, all of which was the subtlety of Taiji swordsmanship. The method of use.

Zhang Sanfeng has already reached the state where everything can be used as a sword, and a whisk in his hand can be compared to any magic weapon in the world.He uses the fly whisk as a sword, and uses Taiji swordsmanship freely, every move and style is completely natural.And there are countless dust threads, which turn into countless small swords, each of which is driven by the big sword to execute different Tai Chi sword moves according to the principles of Tai Chi sword.

Although there are only 53 forms of Taiji swordsmanship, this is only the basic routine, and endless sword moves can be derived from the 53 forms.But seeing that the three thousand dust threads have different shapes, each of them contains the essence of Taiji swordsmanship.The fly whisk formed a faint circle, and the hair-thin dust thread turned into small swords, driven by the big circle, formed small sword circles of completely different sizes, positions, and strengths.

I saw that as Zhang Sanfeng's whisk moved slowly, an endless circle of swords was formed, and in the circle there were countless small circles of swords that were born and died.He used a big sword with a small sword, and a big snare with a small circle. There was a sword in the sword, and a circle in the circle. After passing through the sword circle, it fell vertically to the ground.

Pu Buhua saw that Zhang Sanfeng was not in a hurry, braking with stillness, and overcoming rigidity with softness, making him helpless with the stunt that could kill [-]% of the world's masters in an instant, his expression froze immediately, his hands and fingers kept shaking like playing a guqin, In an instant, the thousands of needles vibrated, and the silver needles that kept shuttling around stopped for a while, then changed their angles at once, and the needle tip was aimed at Zhang Sanfeng, no longer flying randomly in all directions, but directly shooting at Zhang Sanfeng from all directions.

Zhang Sanfeng was still waving the whisk unhurriedly, and under the chain of steps, three afterimages flashed in succession, each waving the whisk.All of a sudden, four Zhang Sanfeng appeared in the arena, each occupying a position, and the sword circle was like a wheel, firmly blocking the overwhelming embroidery needles outside.

Zhang Sanfeng blocked the endless stream of embroidery needles, his feet still didn't stop, his feet kept stepping, suddenly in front, suddenly behind, one afterimage disappeared, and another afterimage appeared immediately, guarding the surroundings tightly.

Zhang Sanfeng sword after sword, one trap and one circle, connected to each other, running through front and back, under the continuous sword energy, a shield composed of countless sword circles and sword energy was formed around.Under the volley of thousands of needles, he was trapped by the sword ring, unable to break through the protective range of the shield. The densely packed thin needles were attached to the outside of the sword ring, wrapping Zhang Sanfeng in groups, and in the flickering cold light, he looked like a large hedgehog.

Pu Buhua shot with all his strength, and the speed was extremely fast. In an instant, all the embroidery needles in the air disappeared, and they were all shot at Zhang Sanfeng by his envoy, but none of them could perform meritorious deeds. In addition, the embroidery needles attached to it like the needles on the hedgehog fell to the dust in a rustle, covering the ground with clanging sounds.

The corners of Pu Buhua's eyes twitched, his hands stretched out suddenly, his palms were turned outwards, and his internal energy gushed out like a tide.A gust of wind blew, dust and dust swept past Zhang Sanfeng's feet, and the embroidery needles all over the place turned into a torrent and flew towards Pu Buhua like swallows returning to their nests.

Pu Buhua's right hand changed again, the palm stretched forward, and the five fingers were grasped far away. I saw the rapid needle stream dancing with it, and each changed position. The handle is composed of countless embroidery needles, and the cold three-foot long sword is held in Pu Buhua's hand in a flash.

With a sword in hand, Pu Buhua's internal energy gushes out and covers the long sword. In an instant, the long sword trembles slightly, and then becomes natural, there is no gap between the thin needles. After bonding, it is three points more powerful than ordinary swords.

Pu Buhua held the sword in her right hand, and pinched a sword formula with her left hand. She drew the long sword and pierced straight out. The speed was faster than ghosts and ghosts, and in less than a blink of an eye, the tip of the sword was already close to Zhang Sanfeng's chest, but the one who greeted him was still Forcefully walk the winding silk, the straight and curved Tai Chi whisks the dust.

Hearing a puff, the whisk in Zhang Sanfeng's hand entangled the long sword like a vine, and then he used the sticky formula to firmly suck the needle sword.

Pu Buhua continuously changed seven footworks, five internal force movement methods, and thirteen sword posture changes, but she still couldn't get the long sword out of the sticky lock of the whisk.Moreover, with Zhang Sanfeng's internal force mobilizing, the needle sword became heavier and heavier, as if it could not bear the weight, and it seemed that it would disintegrate under the pressure of the internal forces of both sides in the next moment.

A cold light flashed in Pu Buhua's eyes, and she had no choice but to resort to hidden tricks.

I saw his right hand grabbing the hilt suddenly spun, then retreated, and at the same time slapped the hilt with his palm.

After he suddenly turned and let go of the long sword, without the sticky coating of internal force, it turned into thin needles again in an instant in the rapid rotation, and was slapped by his palm like locusts overwhelming the sky, shooting at Zhang Sanfeng densely .

The distance between the two sides is so close, and the rain of needles is so fast and unstoppable, Pu Buhua's eyes are faintly filled with anticipation.

But after class, the anticipation disappeared in an instant, and was replaced by deep fear and shock.Facing such a critical situation, Zhang Sanfeng still didn't change his face, and with a swipe of the dust whisk, another big sword circle was formed, and countless dust threads turned into small sword circles, scrambling to rewind and return, and the speed of the first to come later. The bit tail caught the embroidery needle, and then shook it slightly, and the flexible embroidery needle fell down like a dead snake.

Pu Buhua didn't wait for the silver needle to fall to the ground, and immediately moved her fingers again and again. Countless falling embroidery needles flew towards him as if attracted by a magnet. In the blink of an eye, a new three-foot long sword appeared in his hand again.

Pu Buhua's long sword trembled, but it was still extremely fast, hard to catch with the naked eye, like a swift lightning bolt, and it rushed towards Zhang Sanfeng one after another.

One of the two is as anxious as lightning, rushing like thunder, killing people like a rapid waterfall and turbulent flow, and the other is as slow as clouds, as slow as fog, like blue clouds coming out of Xiushou, with no fireworks.

The two strongest masters at that time, this fight was earth-shattering, and the sun and the moon were dark.I can only see the hearts and minds of the people watching the battle all around, dizzying.

(End of this chapter)