Martial Arts: My Proficiency Panel

Rumble——

The rain is getting heavier, the sky is thundering, and the bright lightning flashes across the night sky, illuminating the dark earth.

A group of Huashan disciples wearing long gowns and holding long swords braved the heavy rain and hurried into a ruined temple.

The two people in the lead had profound skills and protected their bodies with true qi. Although the rain was heavy, they didn't get wet at all.

A man with the appearance of a Confucian scholar, he is the contemporary head of the Huashan School, Yue Buqun, and beside him is his wife Ning Zhongze, who is quite beautiful.

Mrs. Yue said: "Fortunately, there is a ruined temple here, otherwise it would be drowned by the heavy rain."

Everyone walked into the main hall, only to see a green-faced deity enshrined in the hall, wearing leaves and holding withered grass. It is Shennong's Medicine King Bodhisattva who tasted all kinds of herbs.

Yue Buqun led all the disciples to salute to the statue, then opened the bedding, and put away the eldest disciple who was knocked unconscious by several kinds of zhenqi on his meridians.

Although the dilapidated temple was broken, it didn't leak rain everywhere, Gao Genming, Liang Fa and a few female disciples went to light a fire to cook, while Yue Buqun sat cross-legged to adjust his breath.

Since the Mongolian army attacked, the Huashan faction relied on natural dangers to resist for a period of time, but as the situation became more severe, in order to preserve the sect's inheritance, he had to leave with his disciples and went to Luoyang to temporarily avoid the war.

The eldest disciple Linghu Chong made friends with Tian Boguang, and behind him there were people from the evil sect of the Taogu Six Immortals, who went to Huashan to make a big fuss, making the whole Huashan go crazy.

Even Linghu Chong himself was infused with qi into his body by several people due to an accident, causing the meridians to be damaged and he was on the verge of death.

Of course Yue Buqun didn't want the eldest disciple to die like this, and tried to use Zixia Zhenqi to suppress these messy Zhenqi for Linghu Chong, but one of the Zhenqi was so pure and thick that Yue Buqun couldn't suppress it even with his innate Zixia Zhenqi. A lot of true energy was lost, but there was no effect at all.

clatter...

Linghu Chong sat leaning on the bell frame in the corner of the hall, watching the rain pouring down from the eaves, like a curtain of water, and thought: "I, Linghu Chong, have mixed blessings and misfortunes. The Dugu Nine Swords of Dugu just entered the body with several kinds of true energy, and the breath was disordered, so he couldn't even use his internal energy... He also lost Huashan's unique "Zixia Magic Art". Although the master remembered it, the lonely copy was lost. Could it be Laudenau stole it?!"

After dinner, everyone went to bed separately. The rain was heavy for a while, light for a while, and it never stopped. Linghu Chong was disturbed and couldn't fall asleep for a while. Hearing the snorting in the hall, everyone fell into a deep sleep.

Suddenly there was a sound of hoofbeats from the southeast, about ten riders galloped along the road. Linghu Chong froze: "In the dark night, why is there someone galloping in the rain? Could it be that they are coming towards us?"

He sat up, only to hear Yue Buqun shout loudly: "Everyone, be quiet."

Not long after, the dozen or so riders rushed over outside the temple.

At this time, all the Huashan sect members were fully awake, and each held their sword hilts to defend against the enemy. They heard the sound of horseshoes passing outside the temple, and gradually went away. Turn around.

More than ten people rode to the outside of the temple and stopped together.

patter--

Dangerous breath lingered in his nostrils, Yue Buqun held a sword in his hand, stared at the five black shadows headed by the window through the window with stern eyes.

On the left is an old man wearing a heavy cloak, holding two strange double knives in his hands, looking like a juggernaut. On the right is a slender figure with a black veil mask and holding a rapier.

Behind him was a burly man in black with his hands folded over his chest, and a woman in green with a long sword in her hand, but her appearance was extremely enchanting and charming.

The last person in front was masked in a black robe and also held a long sword in his hand, but it also posed the greatest threat to Yue Buqun.

Before the disciples of the Huashan School could speak out, someone outside said loudly: "Is the friend inside awake, we have something to ask."

Linghu Chong is the eldest disciple of the sect, he has always been the one to deal with outsiders, he immediately opened the door, walked outside, and said: "Which friend are you?"

Looking around, a row of more than ten people held lamps and shone brightly on them. This move was extremely unreasonable, and it was obvious that the visitors were not kind.

"Little brother, we have left something in the ruined temple. I hope it will be convenient for us to go in and get it."

Yue Buqun brought many disciples to show up at night, seeing that they were all armed with weapons and dressed as gangsters, if they were allowed to come in, they would immediately lose the opportunity to kill, how could they, so he said.

"There are not many mountains in Xiahua. I don't know where the things of a few friends have been lost? There are a few female family members in my group, and it is really inconvenient to let a few of them in. Why don't you ask some disciples of Yue to get them? How about giving them to Your Excellency?"

The first few people discussed in low voice for a while, and an old and hoarse voice came:

"It turns out that Junzijian is face to face. It's not that I'm unreasonable. It's just that this thing is really precious to me, and I can't afford to lose it. I would like to ask everyone from Huashan Sect to let me in alone."

Although the speaker's voice was desolate but extremely powerful, he was obviously a master with deep inner strength. Hearing these words, Yue Buqun frowned, hesitating, and pondered for a moment.

"Okay, my friend, please."

"Well, please trouble Mr. Yue." The leader smiled lightly, his voice still extremely hoarse.

He is the leader of the killer organization Black Stone, the "King of the Wheel", and another identity is the eunuch in the palace. Because of his incomplete body, he also heard the legend of Rama's body. He came here this time for the half of Rama's body.

According to the news of his subordinates, the owner of Rama's body who escaped by cheating death hid it in this ruined temple. Although there was an accident of Huashan School, as long as he got Rama's body, he didn't care about anything.

As long as he got the last piece of the body, he would be able to obtain the supernatural powers in the body and become a man again.

However, he followed the method to open a hidden compartment behind the Bodhisattva statue, but it was empty inside.

"Where's the body? Where's the body!"

"Boss! What's going on!"

Zhuanlun Wang staggered a few steps, supported the Bodhisattva statue with one hand, and with his strong fingers, he directly scratched out five deep marks. He glared at Yue Buqun and said, "Yue Buqun, where's the mummy?"

"Mummy? What mummy?" Linghu Chong and the others looked at each other in a daze.

Yue Buqun didn't know what the mummy this person was talking about, "Yue behaved aboveboard and never took other people's things. You really don't know what mummy you are talking about."

After finishing speaking, he asked his disciples if they took other people's things, Yue Lingshan and others shook their heads and said no.

"Now, do you still want to act? Hand over Rama's body!"

clatter——

The rest of the dozen or so Blackstone killers immediately surrounded him, their swords, lights and swords shining brightly in people's eyes.

"This...huh, Yue Xing is sitting upright, we didn't take your things, or we didn't take them."

Yue Buqun was furious when he saw this, he had a pleasant face, but these people made progress, he was already angry because he lost the mountain gate, and now he is still being bullied by others, how can he bear it.

Yue Buqun, who had cultivated his kung fu well, was a little angry, and the runner king, who had lost all his patience, was even more angry.

almost!

Just a little bit!

Then he can get the magic power to make up for the incompleteness and become a real man!

One party firmly believes that the Huashan faction stole half of Rama's body, and wants to take it all by virtue of the prestige of the Huashan faction.

One side affirmed that this group of people was just finding fault on purpose, and casually fabricated an out-of-the-box accusation on themselves, and they attacked first.

Yue Buqun fights against the wheel-running king alone, while Ningzhong is in a stalemate with Xiao Yu, the "Pishui Sword".

Sa——

A cross wind suddenly rolled up in the rain.

In the blink of an eye, everyone saw Yue Buqun, who was just like a Confucian scholar dancing with a sword, as if he had changed in an instant.

The sound of the sword being unsheathed pierced the sky.

Ling Ran's sword light is as eye-catching as a long rainbow, it is the "white rainbow penetrating the sun" in Huashan Sword Art!

In the blink of an eye again, the figure in the blue shirt had disappeared, and a piercing sword energy broke through the rain curtain, attacking the King of the Wheel with a thunderous force.

Unimaginable palpitations came to his heart, the pupils of the Wheel-Turning King shrank violently, and a thought came to his mind: How could Yue Buqun have such strength? !

But at this moment, he couldn't allow him to hesitate. Seeing the murderous sword energy approaching, his figure flashed and turned around in a strange arc, just in time to avoid Yue Buqun's sure-killing sword.

Next, before he had a chance to breathe, the cold air had already locked him again, and the wheel-turning king's face was solemn. Taking this opportunity, he swiped the long sword in his hand again, and the secret was not good.

Choking——

Blackstone's four major killers and many miscellaneous killers rushed straight to those Huashan disciples who were weaker in kung fu, and started killing together with the leader.

A Huashan disciple had just fought against Lei Bin, Qingfeng flew around a few times in his hand, forcing Lei Bin to stop for a while.

"The coiling dragon swallows the tree!"

He also saw that he put the long sword on Lei Bin's body and turned it around a few times in the same way. When he dodged, he wounded Lei Bin's waist with the sword.

"snort!"

It's just that this Huashan disciple hadn't been complacent for a long time, Lei Bin snorted coldly, and at the same time moved away from him, he channeled an unknown amount of internal energy compared to the Huashan disciple, and hit him backwards, spitting blood and dying.

In the drizzle of Xixi, the water-piercing swordsmanship is really fast and dense like this rain, and the trend of the sword path is erratic like wind and rain, making it elusive.

King Zhuanlun fought fiercely with Yue Buqun because of Yue Buqun's outstanding swordsmanship, Huashan swordsmanship such as "Baiyun Chuxiu", "Feng Lai Yi", and "Heavenly Gentleman Hanging Upside Down" were brought back to nature by him. Combined with ultimate moves such as Taiyue Sanqingfeng, it has the upper hand.

However, not long ago he was suppressing the chaotic zhenqi for Linghu Chong, which consumed a lot of his internal energy, but after more than 30 moves against Zhuanlun King, the zhenqi in his body began to be exhausted.

The lady next to him was also suppressed by the soft sword of an extremely difficult female swordsman, which immediately made him uneasy, and he was almost stabbed to death by the king of the wheel.

When the two parties were fighting anxiously, two people stood on a big tree in the distance, watching everything.

It turned out to be Ning Xiu and Zhao Chaoci. In order to avoid Zhao Linglong and the others, they rushed straight to the outskirts of Luoyang. When they came to a ruined temple, they lost Zhao Linglong's pursuit and saw two groups of people fighting , just stop and watch.

Zhao Chaoci watched the two fight with great interest, and suddenly asked: "Little beauty, who do you think will win?"

"..."

Regarding the title of "little beauty", Ning Xiu no longer wanted to refute, his mind was in a mess, thinking about all kinds of past events, he was at a loss.

Seeing that Ning Xiu didn't say a word, Zhao Chaoci was not angry, and commented on both sides, "The swordsmanship of Junzijian is naturally extraordinary. Although it is deficient in true energy, it can still gain the upper hand by virtue of its superiority in swordsmanship. After a quarter of an hour, if you run out of true energy, you will definitely lose."

"As for the person who fought against him, his strength is not weak, and his kung fu... seems to be the kung fu of a palace eunuch. It's really strange. His men's moves are fierce, and they attack people's vital points. They should be killers."

"There are also those disciples of the Huashan School, whose swordsmanship is well-regulated, and their internal strength is good. Facing these killers licking blood on their blades, they are vulnerable."

"..."

As expected by Zhao Chaoci, except for Yue Buqun, the leader of Mount Hua, who was still capable of fighting, the rest of the disciples were at a disadvantage. Not long after the fight, several disciples died.

"Um?"

Unexpectedly, a young man with a haggard face and a prodigal son held a long sword, and when his brothers and sisters were about to be killed, he made a bold move. After quickly blocking the two killer weapons, he flew and spun, touched the ground with the tip of the sword, and rebounded Afterwards, with the posture of flying immortals, he killed the two killers in an instant.

When the sword came out, no internal force was exerted, but there was a faint sound of wind and thunder.

I saw that the long sword in the young man's hand was freely swinging, more irregular, more like sword dancing skills, without any killing intent, but the enemy seemed to throw himself into his arms, and rushed towards his sword.

Seeing this sword technique, Zhao Chaoci was secretly startled. She did not recognize this sword technique even though she had reviewed hundreds of excellent martial arts and learned the martial arts reserve of the highest martial arts book.

This swordsmanship is similar to Zhang Danfeng's Wuming swordsmanship, it is both visible and invisible, but after careful comparison, this swordsmanship only attacks but not defends, several people besieged the prodigal son, but he never forced him to defend a sword, and there is no Wuming The dao rhyme of swordsmanship is obviously not the same swordsmanship.

This person seems to have the realm of martial arts like anticipating the enemy's first opportunity, every move is like a poem of spiritual energy, without any trace.

"Beauty, do you know the sword technique of that man?"

Ning Xiu heard the words and looked, he knew that person, it was Linghu Chong of Huashan, but at that time, the senior brother of Huashan who was not even able to defeat Fei Bin of the Songshan School, unexpectedly beheaded several killers without using internal strength, it was an exaggeration.

...

In the rainy night.

"Trash, let me deal with him!"

Several assassins with bloody blades surrounded Linghu Chong who had beheaded several people in a row, but no one dared to step forward. Suddenly, there was a soft shout, and the woman who had made a soft sword with Xiao Yu stepped forward, and there were more than ten thorns!

clang clang clang---

The two swords struck fast, but Linghu Chong was still only attacking but not defending, his sword shadows were all around him up, down, left, and right.

It's hard to believe that Linghu Chong, a person without internal strength, repelled Ye Chanqing who was using the fast and dense water-piercing sword technique head-on.

"Wave Sword Style!"

Only at that moment, Linghu Chong let out a low cry, his sword intent was concentrated, he held the sword in both hands, right hand above and left hand below, turning into an afterimage and passing through the middle of Ye Chanqing's delicate body.

Instant kill!

The moment Linghu Chong passed through her body with the sword, before the pain could be felt, Ye Chanqing's soft body seemed to be torn into two by someone with great force, flinging to both sides, blood and flesh flew everywhere!

Ye Chanqing died, this sudden change shocked the remaining few people.

Lei Bin and Cai Xishi exchanged glances, then rushed towards Linghu Chong.

call--

Flames burst out from the two short knives of the Caijushi, and the power of heaven and earth was enough to burn people to death.

It's just that he really underestimated Linghu Chong's sword intent, which stunned his mind for an instant, and when he recovered in an instant, the swordsman had already turned over and jumped on top of his head.

"Falling sword pose!"

Shhhhhh-

However, at this moment, a dense sound of piercing the air came from the side. Linghu Chong's back felt cold, and he immediately withdrew his sword posture, turning around in mid-air to block.

"Ding ding ding—"

Sword shadows are densely covered, and tiny light shadows fall along the sword energy.

It's Lei Bin's flying needle!

What was given back to him was the chilling sword intent!

call out!

"Leaving the sword!"

The sword light circulated, blurring people's minds.

Lei Bin was influenced by the sword intent, and out of love for his life, he waved his sleeve robe and shot several flying needles again, trying to knock down the flying sword, but he underestimated the flying sword's power.

Dugu defeats the sword, how can his flying needle shoot it down?

The flying needle collided with the long sword, and was instantly bounced away. By the time Lei Bin wanted to dodge, it was too late.

laugh--

The flying sword passed straight through his chest, with such force that even his whole body was lifted up, and then he was pinned to the wall. Several kinds of real energy burst out from Linghu Chong's body, sword energy Then it erupted in Lei Bin's body, cutting off his meridians and vitality in an instant.

"Want to go?"

Seeing that even Lei Bin was also killed, Cai Xishi Lian Sheng turned around instantly and was about to flee the battlefield, not intending to avenge his companions at all.

But at this moment, how could Linghu Chong let them go?

call out--

Tapping the ground with his toes, Linghu Chong soared into the air like a goshawk, drew out his long sword, beheaded several people in an instant, and chased them out.

I saw a rope hanging from the sky, and the colorist grasped the rope with the rope, and was about to escape.

"Sword swing!"

A sneer flashed in Linghu Chong's eyes, he flung out his long sword, and his body pierced through the air. The Caijushi was still in mid-air with his rope, and a swordsman like a flying fairy passed through his body.

"Well……"

Lian Sheng's body trembled, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, but he still held onto the rope tightly and struggled to climb up.

It's just that he hadn't climbed a few steps, and then his body softened, fell from the midair, and broke into pieces on the ground.

"Another batch of dead souls under the sword."

After killing Liansheng, Linghu Chong clenched the sharp sword in his hand, and suddenly remembered the teaching of Uncle Feng Shi:

"The sword technique I taught you is called Dugu Baijian, and every move is a change from a defeated move.

How many people in the martial arts are willing to realize the truth from the failed moves? "

The so-called defeated sword is actually the undefeated swordsmanship that has been realized since summarizing the reasons for many failures.

This swordsmanship was created by Feng Qingyang after being passed down by a master, and combined with his own experience in fighting enemies. Although it is not truly invincible and invincible like that master's swordsmanship , but it is not invincible to these people who only fight for life and death.

And Ning Xiu, who was watching Linghu Chong from a distance, narrowed his eyes slightly, his heart was filled with surprise, and he murmured: "Could it be Dugu Nine Swords?"

"Dugu Nine Swords?"

Zhao Chaoci read these four words, and suddenly thought of the legend of the peerless strongman known as "Sword Demon".