Comprehensive martial arts: He was in the Jin Kingdom, but he returned to the Southern Song Dynasty

Chapter 31 Fighting against Li Yanzong (Part )

Qiu Chuji was just a Taoist priest, not a real immortal. His disappearance is not like smoke rising from the ground and covering his whole body. When it dissipates, the person will be empty. But as soon as he took a step, there was no him on the spot, no him around. He jumped down from ten feet away, sword light flying.

Li Yanzong ducked out of the way. Not only was he no slower than Qiu Chuji, but he seemed to have expected it.

The light of the sword is like the violent wind and rain, while his body is like the twigs of a weeping willow. It is always blown by the wind and swayed by the rain, but the wind and rain can never destroy it.

He took one step back, two steps, three steps back. Qiu Chuji took as many steps back as he did, pressing forward step by step, flashing the light of his sword.

The sword light floats, the sword energy is brilliant, like lightning, like an angry dragon, with the fierce aura of man and sword uniting.

The high mountains in the north are already cold, but when the sword light comes out, it becomes even more chilly, forcing a chill that is different from the ice and snow. That is the chill in Li Yanzong's heart.

When he drew his sword, Qiu Chuji's old face was filled with energy and blood. It was a sickly red color like blood, and the red color revealed a kind of paleness that had lost all its strength.

The complexion of ordinary people is the skin wrapped with Qi and blood, which is evenly distributed, like the egg white and yolk of an egg. If the blood Qi is abundant, it can be said to be "white and rosy".

But now Qiu Chuji, because his energy and blood are really limited, and he is forcing himself to exert force, he pushes it out, squeezes it out, and sticks it to the bottom layer of the dough. It is also white and rosy, but the white is not round enough and the red is not full enough.

Li Yanzong put one hand behind his back, raised his index and middle fingers on the other hand, and retreated to parry.

He retreated step by step, his pace was slow, his expression was calm, and he seemed to be in a leisurely mood, but his hands were moving very fast, poking left and right, almost as fast as his sword skills.

As many swords as Qiu Chuji drew, he returned them as many times as he wanted. The movements are all graceful and beautiful. The fingers are wrapped and collide with the sword edge, causing the sword body to bounce and bend, forming a wonderful sizzling sound.

Starting from the first finger, flicking, flicking, collapsing, shaking, hitting, sliding... Li Yanzong almost never used the same moves, but he always achieved the same effect, which was to block Qiu Chuji's sword within an inch.

He looks relaxed, but his mind is really tense.

Just because he could only see Qiu Chuji drawing his sword didn't mean that he could only focus on Qiu Chuji's sword. Chasing his life seems to be smiling but not smiling, and he follows step by step, which has become a crisis that Li Yanzong cannot ignore.

The most annoying thing is that he deliberately didn't look at Li Yanzong, but looked up at the sky, like a scholar studying for an exam. This seemingly funny action had extremely subtle and meticulous intentions, which made it difficult for Li Yanzong to see his eyes, let alone when he would launch his attack and where he would attack.

Li Yanzong only used one hand to parry Qiu Chuji, not just to show off, but because his other hand was always waiting for his life to come.

Waiting, only waiting.

He thought patiently: There is only one time to wait, and that is when Qiu Chuji's energy is weak.

Qiu Chuji had been injured by internal energy. Besides himself, Li Yanzong knew the extent of his injury best. To be so brave now is both surprising and admirable. But no matter what, going too far is not enough, and Qiu Chuji will never be able to continue fighting like this forever.

So far, it has been close to a cup of tea since Qiu Chuji spit out that mouthful of blood. Li Yanzong judged that he had reached his limit.

In fact, the limit came faster and easier than he imagined.

The first crack suddenly appeared in the sword light, like a ray of sunshine emerging from the dark clouds that blocked the sun. At first glance, Li Yanzong thought it was Qiu Chuji who was deliberately selling a flaw to lure him into a trap.

He is cautious, careful, turns a blind eye, listens to nothing, and is only willing to defend.

But the second gap followed, then the third, and the fourth, and the swordsmanship became slower and worse.

Suddenly, anyone could realize that Qiu Chuji could no longer hit the target where he wanted to stab, nor could he kill the person he wanted to kill.

No, not everyone knows it, except for Qiu Chuji himself.

He was full of energy, showing great power, and was still attacking fiercely, but he didn't know that under the fierce attack, his hands were shaking - just like the hands of anyone of his age in the world should be shaking.

He was about to stab with a sword, which was originally a dense attack, but at least three of the swords were out of position, making the move full of flaws. Unexpectedly, Li Yanzong did not retreat but advanced instead. He stretched out his two fingers, pinched the sword blade accurately, flicked it slightly, and the internal energy poured in, shaking Qiu Chuji back.

"Taoist Master, retreat quickly!"

At the same time, the pursuit of life had arrived, and with the force of wind and thunder, his legs approached Li Yanzong's head.

Just now he discovered that Qiu Chuji was weak and was surprised. He didn't know how seriously Qiu Chuji was injured, nor did he know that Qiu Chuji had the secret technique of "Journey to the West". Previously, I had seen Qiu Chuji coming with a fierce attack, and I had overestimated his condition.

There are too many things he doesn't know, and he is not as good as his enemy Li Yanzong.

Knowing that he had made a mistake, Zhui Ming immediately made amends. Qiu Chuji was weak and Li Yanzong moved, so he came at the same time.

If he were hit by a leg that was ready to attack, no matter how well Li Yanzong cultivated himself, his head would become a tattered watermelon.

Li Yanzong never forgot that if he could see things, Zhui Ming could also see them. He could have killed Qiu Chuji with all his strength, but because he had already prepared 80% of his true power to deal with the next blow, he gave Qiu Chuji a chance of survival.

The other hand was deliberately hidden by his side, and he flicked three fingers in the air in an extremely concealed manner. The three fingers are silent, light and ethereal. They are the most exquisite and attentive offensive he has accumulated throughout his life. Two of the fingers are in front and one is in the back.

Zhui Ming's body froze in mid-air, and his legs suddenly became like dragons, producing incredible changes in the air. With two whooshing sounds, he hit two fingers and kicked them away.

But that doesn't matter at all, they were meant to be kicked away by Chaosi. The real killing move is the third finger force that follows, which has reached the state of being silent, lightless and shadowless.

Li Yanzong held his breath. Once Zhui Ming's leg was injured, it meant that he couldn't run away.

It also means that he can finally show his true strength and kill everyone present with a sudden turn of events!
pity.

It's a pity that the pursuit of life is still changing under circumstances that cannot be changed.

His leg skills had reached an incredible level, and he actually captured that silent, lightless finger. Zhui Ming shouted loudly, raised his left foot, and hit the finger point with his toes.

The strength of his fingers dissipated, his body shook, he turned over and landed, standing opposite Li Yanzong, and asked anxiously, "Taoist Master!?"

Li Yanzong sighed regretfully, a little disappointed, but not completely disappointed.

The result is neither the best nor the worst. There are often expressions of "killing two eagles with one stone" and "two birds with one stone". Li Yanzong missed the eagle Zhui Ming, but hit the bird Qiu Chuji.

On the other side, although Qiu Chuji only received 20% of the offensive, the consequences were equally serious considering his condition.

As soon as the internal energy hit the body, the eight extraordinary meridians, which were already in chaos, seemed to be pulled into a ball by an invisible big hand and then tied into a knot. All the internal energy was chaotic to the point of being uncontrollable, and then revolted one by one.

"Kill the thief, kill the thief, kill..."

Qiu Chuji took a few steps back, confused, and swung a few weak swords towards the deserted area. This movement also affected his internal energy, and his internal organs were as painful as knives and fire. He wanted to open his mouth to shout angrily, but his eyes went black, and his eyes, ears, mouth and nose were all blurred at the same time.

Finally, he stumbled, trembled, and fell on his back with a crash. When he landed, the long sword flew out of his hand.

He fell down, and Li Yanzong withdrew his gaze with satisfaction. Next he fought alone and was able to capture him with ease.

This war is here, almost over.

The two sides come and go, fighting wits and courage, using various methods and unpredictable changes. But in the end, it was Li Yanzong who came to the end.

In terms of cultivation, he is higher. In terms of martial arts, he still has more room to spare. To this day, he is still uninjured.

However, he knew in his heart that it didn't matter whether he was injured or not. If he didn't handle it properly, he would go from being unscathed to a dead person in an instant.

Li Yanzong has to admit at least one thing. This process has made him gain a lot and grow a lot. Fighting in rivers and lakes is not knowledge in books. You can only gain insights after experiencing it.

He underestimated the two of them at first, but later realized that the two opponents were not easy to deal with. They were weaker than him, but they were not completely powerless to resist. In some places, they outsmarted him, too. He couldn't kill two people indiscriminately with his eyes closed, but had to pay attention to every detail and find any flaw in order to win with difficulty.

From a certain point on, Li Yanzong became tense and did not dare to relax at all. It wasn't until he saw Qiu Chuji fall that ripples arose in his heart and a smile appeared on his face.

This is a feeling that he has never experienced in his life. It is different from practicing martial arts hard and planning the world, but it is undoubtedly exciting, interesting, and even very fulfilling.

If he could, he would like to laugh, and then say a few words to Zhui Ming, sighing with emotion that whether a flash of lightning thought just now was correct or not, or whether a thought was inappropriate, he might be wrong now. Down.

But it is a pity that since ancient times, there has been a saying that "too much words will lead to misfortune, and disaster will come from the mouth". Li Yanzong has been reading history books, military books, and rivers and lakes books since he was a child. Countless seniors have already set negative examples for him, but he does not want to be regarded as one for future generations. The same negative example.

Li Yanzong immediately calmed down and became the cold-faced bearded soldier again, locking eyes with the life-seeking man in the distance with an inescapable twinkling gaze.

Zhui Ming lost all hope, lowered his head and pondered for a while, "It seems we have lost."

Li Yanzong originally wanted to attack Zhui Ming directly, but after hearing these words, he thought of some past events in the world, and wondered whether Zhui Ming was pretending to be weak, and waited for him to speak suddenly to attack, giving him a chance to fight for his life.

His thoughts changed, so he stood still and turned towards Qiu Chuji.

It would be better to kill Qiu Chuji first, and in the process, see how Zhui Ming reacts. If Zhui Ming shows flaws, he will turn to attack Zhui Ming. If Zhui Ming does not show any flaws, it would be good to kill this stinky Taoist priest who has repeatedly caused trouble.

In Li Yanzong's thought, there are few traces of Jianghu and many traces of court. He is just a lackey of the Xixia Kingdom now, but he regards himself as the future emperor. Everything is done in the most cautious, calm and patient way, and the overall situation is at heart, and the big things are mine.

If he knew that there was another self who was also determined to achieve great things, but was so impulsive and arrogant that he messed up all the great opportunities, he would feel very confused and even ashamed.

But this is actually a difference between the two worlds, and no one can blame them.

In the other world, the level of force is even lower, and the world is just a corner of the temple. Some emperors knew martial arts and became the best in the world, but many emperors did not know martial arts. They relied on their charisma, art of war, or military force to compete in the Central Plains and dominate the country.

However, the other Li Yanzong has no soldiers and no power. He only knows martial arts. Even if he can fight a hundred people with one person, he is still an outlier in the world. He walks alone on a remote trail.

No one told him whether this thing would work, and he himself didn't know if it would work. In the end, he could only imagine and come up with ideas one by one. It was like putting a child in an art studio without a teacher, so he had no choice but to take pictures. Draw randomly based on your own understanding.

But in this world, the martial arts of Yang Jian, Li Shimin, Zhu Yuanzhang, Zhao Kuangyin, Temujin and others have all reached the highest level, and they have obtained power that is unimaginable to ordinary people. They can fight not one hundred, but ten thousand. , one hundred thousand, one million, or the number of people has lost its meaning.

For Li Yanzong, there were a lot of previous stories to learn from. He became more terrifying and more rational. He was not confused and firmly believed that he was on the right path.

"What are you going to do, Li Yanzong?" Zhuiming said suddenly, "Why don't you come and kill me?"

Li Yanzong glanced at him and said, "Why worry, you will all die."

He was not angry, annoyed or anxious about pursuing his life. Instead, he smiled.

"Even at this stage, I still don't understand one thing: Why do you need to serve the Xixia Kingdom if you are so good at martial arts? In the Xixia First Grade Hall, Duan Yanqing, the chief, is fighting for the throne of Dali King. Everyone knows it, but what about you?"

Zhui Ming smiled and said, "You know, from the very beginning, I tried to find out the details of your origin, but I could never find the answer. Your sword skills are eclectic, and your fingering skills are even more mysterious, and I appreciate you even more. There is still some remaining strength... What is that? Is there any martial arts that can expose your identity? You have gone through disguise and you have concealed your identity. Could it be that you are a Han from China? But you are working for a foreign country? "

"You're smart, but you guessed wrong."

Li Yanzong paused and couldn't comment. As he spoke, he continued to approach Qiu Chuji and ignored him.

Zhui Ming saw that his movements were slow, like a normal person, instead of lightning, so he knew that he was doing it deliberately, and he slowly put pressure on himself to see if he was concerned.

He didn't hide his intentions, and he didn't care if Zhui Ming saw it. Because he knew that Zhui Ming could not leave Qiu Chuji alone.

This is a conspiracy, Zhui Ming can only continue to use words to delay time, "Wait, Li Yanzong, don't rush to take action. Aren't you curious, where did this Taoist priest come from? What happened to the flag flower rocket that exploded before? Where did it come from? What is the situation at the foot of the mountain now..."

As he spoke, Zhui Ming seemed to be mumbling to himself. His eyes were flickering, and he seemed to be thinking. Rather than talking to Li Yanzong, he might as well be asking himself.

Li Yanzong didn't speak and ignored him.

Zhui Ming raised his head and introduced himself, "He is Qiu Chuji, one of the Seven Quanzhen Sons, and Wan Yankang's master. If you are willing to listen, I can tell you a story from the past. It happened many years ago. Taoist priest Qiu passed by Niujia Village..."

Li Yanzong glanced at him and said, "Shut up, or I will kill him immediately."

Zhui Ming said in a broken voice, "You can't kill him!"

Li Yanzong turned a deaf ear.

Zhui Ming hurriedly said, "There is a very important reason. He is yours... Hey, if you kill him rashly, you will definitely regret it... You must not do something that will make you regret deeply, otherwise you will Half a lifetime..."

Li Yanzong said with a dark face, "What exactly do you want to say."

At this point in his pursuit of life, he suddenly started to cry, "That's... oh, it's hard to say this... that's really..."

Li Yanzong sneered, "Will you tell me or not?"

Zhui Ming nodded, "Okay, okay, I said."

Then he finished the sentence in one breath, "Look, my legs can talk!"

As soon as he said these words, Zhui Ming jumped up, bowed his waist, his body movements were like lightning, and his feet jumped out quickly.

Li Yanzong didn't even move his eyelids and said without surprise, "I knew you would take action."

With a flick of his finger, as if he had been prepared, he struck Qiu Chuji next to him with a ray of force, and he himself faced the pursuit of his fate.

He expected that this finger would definitely kill Qiu Chuji, and he had already anticipated Zhui Ming's intention. Killing the person he wanted to save would definitely deal a major blow to Zhui Ming and make him confused.

This person's next offensive will either be hindered and pose no threat; or it will be as powerful as a madman and will not last long.

No matter which one, Li Yanzong has seven or eight other ways to deal with it. He has endless strategies and schemes. Even at the end, he will not give the pursuit of life the slightest chance.

But when it came to chasing his life, he immediately thought: "Wrong."

Blunder.

Zhui Ming did not suffer any blows. He had a lazy smile as usual, his legs were changing as he wished, and he was in excellent condition. Li Yanzong thought he could easily deal with him, so he struck directly at Zhui Ming's throat, but Zhui Ming raised his leg high and bent his elbow to intercept him. His hands and feet collided with each other, causing him to feel numb.

It was only at this moment that Li Yanzong realized that he had become weaker. He continuously released hundreds of ginseng fingers. His internal strength was exhausted, but Zhui Ming still seemed to have some remaining strength. The gap between the two was hard to see clearly.

During the gap between the fights, Li Yanzong took the opportunity to look back and get a glimpse of Qiu Chuji's body - the "corpse" he expected.

However, the facts told him: "Wrong again."

Big mistake after big mistake.

A young man flew out, rolled around in front of Qiu Chu's fuselage, shouted loudly, and blocked a ray of finger energy.

The force of his fingers was so strong that it was like a heavy hammer, knocking him seven or eight feet away and slamming him into the rocks. After he fell, he weakly punched the ground and vomited a few mouthfuls of blood.

Li Yanzong saw that his martial arts skills were not very high, and he was sure that he could kill him with one blow, and he was 80% sure that he would be broken into pieces and fall apart, with only 20% chance of leaving a whole body.

Then he watched helplessly as he vomited a few mouthfuls of blood, a greenish look appeared on his face, he cursed, and stood up again.

Not only was there no death, but he was clearly alive and well.

(End of this chapter)