I dare to ask Master Xuancheng, if you were cut off your head with a knife... I'm just an assumption, don't you have to glare at me like this. Do Buddhists also believe in the saying of a curse?
Although Song Qingshu's voice was not loud, it was clearly heard into everyone in the field. A few people who realized this were amazed. This skill and control power were truly at its peak.
Where did we just talk about it? Oh, Master Xuancheng was cut off his head with a knife. Shaolin Temple wants to take revenge. Should we look for someone who uses the knife or that knife?Song Qingshu continued.
Xuan Ci frowned slightly and replied subconsciously: Of course, he is looking for someone who uses a knife.
Isn't this right!
Song Qingshu clapped his hands and said that there is no distinction between good and evil in weapons itself, the key lies in the person who uses the weapons.The same is true for moves. The moves are dead, and people are alive. The purpose of both sides fighting is to win. Since the purpose is the same, how can there be a distinction between the upper and lower classes?
Stubborn!Xuanci was speechless for a moment, and finally couldn't help but snort coldly.
Hearing Song Qingshu's words, Jiumozhi finally breathed a sigh of relief. He might not have known that Song Qingshu was just a sophistry, but no matter how ridiculous the other party said it, at least it was a reason, right?
What he needs now is just an excuse.
Influenced by Song Qingshu's insidious words, Xuan Cheng's heart surged, and his actions were inevitably obscure. As one went up and down, he was suddenly forced to be busy by Jiumozhi. Fortunately, he only used his eyes to protect his eyes and other parts. Although Jiumozhi's offensive was strong, he still could not achieve any substantial results.
Jiumozhi was very clear in his heart. The opponent's martial arts were not inferior to him. As long as he tried his best to defend a few flaws, no matter how brilliant he played his moves, it would be in vain in the end.
Suddenly thinking about something, Jiumozhi couldn't help but feel a little moved, and the move that attacked Xuan Cheng's eyes became a little more fierce.
Xuan Cheng sneered inwardly, thinking to himself that as long as I keep the door, what if your offensive is fierce?Subconsciously stretched out his palm to block it in front of him.
Seeing the other party being trapped, a grim smile flashed across the corner of Jiumozhi's mouth. Suddenly, his palm sank, and his hands stumbled, and he had already grabbed Xuan Cheng's fist. It was a move that Shaolin's unique skill, Dragon Claw, had his little finger in his left hand and his thumb in his right hand. He was moving his power up and quickly, intending to break his two fingers immediately.
It turns out that Jiumozhi's eyes attacked Xuancheng was fake, and attacked his little finger was real. Although the other party was carrying the Vajra Indestructible Magical Art, Jiumozhi thought that he would concentrate all his energy to fight the other party's two fingers, and it would be impossible for him to not hurt him.
Xuan Cheng's two fingers were stumbled, and when his fingers were hurt, he naturally used the Dragon Claw skill. He turned his right wrist in a small circle, turned over, and grabbed Jiumozhi's left wrist.
Jiumozhi grabbed his hand and was just as happy. He didn't expect that the other party would suddenly have a strange force on his hand, so he took his wrist instead. He couldn't help but feel that his left wrist was already wrapped in an iron hoop and could no longer break free.
Xuan Cheng was scared and let out a cold sweat. Fortunately, the other party used the Dragon Claw Technique, and he happened to have a profound attainment in the Dragon Claw Technique and was familiar with the advantages and defects of each move. Only then could he hold the other party's wrist in a flash, otherwise his two fingers would not be able to save them.
There is only one line of competition between masters. Xuan Cheng did not miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. He took advantage of the opportunity to grab the Jiumo Zhi Mai Sect. As long as he controls the other party's pulse, no matter how high Jiumo Zhi's martial arts are, he can only be slaughtered.
However, Xuan Cheng's face changed drastically. Before he could control Jiumozhi's meridian, a huge force suddenly came from the other party's wrist, which made his tiger's mouth sting.
He was about to be unable to control the other party's wrist, Xuan Cheng had to give up the other party's pulse and concentrate on locking the other party's hand. After all, Jiumozhi's endless tricks made him very afraid. As long as he controlled one hand, he could destroy most of his exquisite moves.
Jiumozhi failed to break free from his three times of energy, and he couldn't help but feel shocked. Although his wrist was caught and it was inconvenient to exert force, he met an ordinary master. My energy had already shaken the other party's tiger's mouth in these few times. Xuan Cheng is known as the number one person in Shaolin in two hundred years, and it is indeed well-deserved!
Jiumozhi knew that he was caught by Xuan Cheng in this way, and the next situation was very unfavorable. He hurriedly formed a palm with his right hand and slashed Xuan Cheng's wrist to try to break free from the other party's constraints.
In desperation, he did not expect to use the Shaolin Sect's martial arts again. This slash was already his Tubo's unique skill, the flame sword!
Feeling the faint sword energy on the edge of the other party's palm, it was no longer the familiar Shaolin martial arts, Xuan Cheng felt a trembling heart. Without knowing the opponent's background, he did not dare to use the Vajra Indestructible Magical Art to force it. He used it continuously. It was Shaolin's highest Prajna Palm, which dissolved the opponent's attacks one by one.
The two of them fought close to each other, and they could hear their breathing. When they came out, they bent their arms and turned back to their elbows. Each palm was only seven or eight inches away, but although they were close, their palm power was still extremely strong.
Jiumozhi whirled applause, and the monks felt that the palm force slashed like a knife, and the coldness invaded the body, and it seemed as if it had reached the top of a mountain, with strong wind blowing from all sides.
The monks of Shaolin Temple, who are of a relatively low generation, could not stand the Songshan Sect first, and they all retreated to the back and stood against the wall.
The monks of Shaolin Xuan, Kong and Fang were not afraid of palm power, but they also resisted their internal strength. Seeing that Xuan Cheng could actually resolve such a fierce offensive one by one, I couldn't help but be impressed.
Song Qingshu shook his head secretly when he saw it. Although Jiumozhi's palm power became more and more fierce, the most powerful thing about the Flame Sword is the invisible and formless sword energy. Now that Jiumozhi's goal is clear, the sword's momentum has traces and has lost its unpredictable divine marrow. Such a Flame Sword is at best just an enhanced wood-burning knife technique, so it is naturally not difficult for Xuan Cheng to deal with it.
Seeing that the two of them fought each other for dozens of moves and were in a stalemate, Song Qingshu couldn't help but feel moved. At this time, as long as he had a light blow, he could take Xuan Cheng's life. As long as he took the secret, he was not afraid of being seen. Anyway, Jiumozhi took the blame, and the people in Shaolin Temple would only think that Xuan Cheng could not hold on and defeated Jiumozhi.
Jiumozhi is very proud of his face. If he can kill Shaolin's first person in two hundred years, he will never expose the reputation he can gain in the future even if he knows it is a shady blame.
Song Qingshu's fingers moved slightly, and a wisp of invisible sword energy shot towards Xuancheng's shoulder and neck acupoint. The other party had the Vajra Indestructible Magic Power to protect his body, which would not be fatal. However, Xuancheng was fighting with Jiumozhi until the critical moment, and the true qi in his body was delayed by this, and he would be seriously injured if he did not die.
Suddenly a figure flashed in front of Song Qingshu, and the sword energy shot to him, but the result made Song Qingshu amazed. His sword energy that could be divided into gold and stone did not even pierce the other party's clothes.
Although Song Qingshu's voice was not loud, it was clearly heard into everyone in the field. A few people who realized this were amazed. This skill and control power were truly at its peak.
Where did we just talk about it? Oh, Master Xuancheng was cut off his head with a knife. Shaolin Temple wants to take revenge. Should we look for someone who uses the knife or that knife?Song Qingshu continued.
Xuan Ci frowned slightly and replied subconsciously: Of course, he is looking for someone who uses a knife.
Isn't this right!
Song Qingshu clapped his hands and said that there is no distinction between good and evil in weapons itself, the key lies in the person who uses the weapons.The same is true for moves. The moves are dead, and people are alive. The purpose of both sides fighting is to win. Since the purpose is the same, how can there be a distinction between the upper and lower classes?
Stubborn!Xuanci was speechless for a moment, and finally couldn't help but snort coldly.
Hearing Song Qingshu's words, Jiumozhi finally breathed a sigh of relief. He might not have known that Song Qingshu was just a sophistry, but no matter how ridiculous the other party said it, at least it was a reason, right?
What he needs now is just an excuse.
Influenced by Song Qingshu's insidious words, Xuan Cheng's heart surged, and his actions were inevitably obscure. As one went up and down, he was suddenly forced to be busy by Jiumozhi. Fortunately, he only used his eyes to protect his eyes and other parts. Although Jiumozhi's offensive was strong, he still could not achieve any substantial results.
Jiumozhi was very clear in his heart. The opponent's martial arts were not inferior to him. As long as he tried his best to defend a few flaws, no matter how brilliant he played his moves, it would be in vain in the end.
Suddenly thinking about something, Jiumozhi couldn't help but feel a little moved, and the move that attacked Xuan Cheng's eyes became a little more fierce.
Xuan Cheng sneered inwardly, thinking to himself that as long as I keep the door, what if your offensive is fierce?Subconsciously stretched out his palm to block it in front of him.
Seeing the other party being trapped, a grim smile flashed across the corner of Jiumozhi's mouth. Suddenly, his palm sank, and his hands stumbled, and he had already grabbed Xuan Cheng's fist. It was a move that Shaolin's unique skill, Dragon Claw, had his little finger in his left hand and his thumb in his right hand. He was moving his power up and quickly, intending to break his two fingers immediately.
It turns out that Jiumozhi's eyes attacked Xuancheng was fake, and attacked his little finger was real. Although the other party was carrying the Vajra Indestructible Magical Art, Jiumozhi thought that he would concentrate all his energy to fight the other party's two fingers, and it would be impossible for him to not hurt him.
Xuan Cheng's two fingers were stumbled, and when his fingers were hurt, he naturally used the Dragon Claw skill. He turned his right wrist in a small circle, turned over, and grabbed Jiumozhi's left wrist.
Jiumozhi grabbed his hand and was just as happy. He didn't expect that the other party would suddenly have a strange force on his hand, so he took his wrist instead. He couldn't help but feel that his left wrist was already wrapped in an iron hoop and could no longer break free.
Xuan Cheng was scared and let out a cold sweat. Fortunately, the other party used the Dragon Claw Technique, and he happened to have a profound attainment in the Dragon Claw Technique and was familiar with the advantages and defects of each move. Only then could he hold the other party's wrist in a flash, otherwise his two fingers would not be able to save them.
There is only one line of competition between masters. Xuan Cheng did not miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. He took advantage of the opportunity to grab the Jiumo Zhi Mai Sect. As long as he controls the other party's pulse, no matter how high Jiumo Zhi's martial arts are, he can only be slaughtered.
However, Xuan Cheng's face changed drastically. Before he could control Jiumozhi's meridian, a huge force suddenly came from the other party's wrist, which made his tiger's mouth sting.
He was about to be unable to control the other party's wrist, Xuan Cheng had to give up the other party's pulse and concentrate on locking the other party's hand. After all, Jiumozhi's endless tricks made him very afraid. As long as he controlled one hand, he could destroy most of his exquisite moves.
Jiumozhi failed to break free from his three times of energy, and he couldn't help but feel shocked. Although his wrist was caught and it was inconvenient to exert force, he met an ordinary master. My energy had already shaken the other party's tiger's mouth in these few times. Xuan Cheng is known as the number one person in Shaolin in two hundred years, and it is indeed well-deserved!
Jiumozhi knew that he was caught by Xuan Cheng in this way, and the next situation was very unfavorable. He hurriedly formed a palm with his right hand and slashed Xuan Cheng's wrist to try to break free from the other party's constraints.
In desperation, he did not expect to use the Shaolin Sect's martial arts again. This slash was already his Tubo's unique skill, the flame sword!
Feeling the faint sword energy on the edge of the other party's palm, it was no longer the familiar Shaolin martial arts, Xuan Cheng felt a trembling heart. Without knowing the opponent's background, he did not dare to use the Vajra Indestructible Magical Art to force it. He used it continuously. It was Shaolin's highest Prajna Palm, which dissolved the opponent's attacks one by one.
The two of them fought close to each other, and they could hear their breathing. When they came out, they bent their arms and turned back to their elbows. Each palm was only seven or eight inches away, but although they were close, their palm power was still extremely strong.
Jiumozhi whirled applause, and the monks felt that the palm force slashed like a knife, and the coldness invaded the body, and it seemed as if it had reached the top of a mountain, with strong wind blowing from all sides.
The monks of Shaolin Temple, who are of a relatively low generation, could not stand the Songshan Sect first, and they all retreated to the back and stood against the wall.
The monks of Shaolin Xuan, Kong and Fang were not afraid of palm power, but they also resisted their internal strength. Seeing that Xuan Cheng could actually resolve such a fierce offensive one by one, I couldn't help but be impressed.
Song Qingshu shook his head secretly when he saw it. Although Jiumozhi's palm power became more and more fierce, the most powerful thing about the Flame Sword is the invisible and formless sword energy. Now that Jiumozhi's goal is clear, the sword's momentum has traces and has lost its unpredictable divine marrow. Such a Flame Sword is at best just an enhanced wood-burning knife technique, so it is naturally not difficult for Xuan Cheng to deal with it.
Seeing that the two of them fought each other for dozens of moves and were in a stalemate, Song Qingshu couldn't help but feel moved. At this time, as long as he had a light blow, he could take Xuan Cheng's life. As long as he took the secret, he was not afraid of being seen. Anyway, Jiumozhi took the blame, and the people in Shaolin Temple would only think that Xuan Cheng could not hold on and defeated Jiumozhi.
Jiumozhi is very proud of his face. If he can kill Shaolin's first person in two hundred years, he will never expose the reputation he can gain in the future even if he knows it is a shady blame.
Song Qingshu's fingers moved slightly, and a wisp of invisible sword energy shot towards Xuancheng's shoulder and neck acupoint. The other party had the Vajra Indestructible Magic Power to protect his body, which would not be fatal. However, Xuancheng was fighting with Jiumozhi until the critical moment, and the true qi in his body was delayed by this, and he would be seriously injured if he did not die.
Suddenly a figure flashed in front of Song Qingshu, and the sword energy shot to him, but the result made Song Qingshu amazed. His sword energy that could be divided into gold and stone did not even pierce the other party's clothes.
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