bite!
Zhao Bin gently slid his right finger on the strings, as if he was inadvertently moving, and as if he was feeling the unique and beautiful tune of the guqin. Then, he unexpectedly pressed the strings with his hands and did not move!
The white-headed man smiled grimly and easily blocked it. He dared to take it lightly when he fought with me. Don’t blame me for being cruel!
The cold-glowed nails had already burst into front of you. Zhao Bin looked at the wrinkled old face of the white-headed man, and his lips raised slightly.
Just one foot away, there is only one foot away from Zhao Bin's Tianling Cover. In the eyes of the white-headed man, Zhao Bin is already an absolute dead person!
But at this moment, a strong wind arose out of thin air, which made it difficult for him to move forward any further. The white-headed man's heart trembled, and he saw Zhao Bin hooking the strings of his fingers and not letting go!
Senior, please accept it!
hold head high!!!
The ten fingers bounced together, and in an instant, it was like a flood breaking the dam, like a sudden change of wind and clouds, like a thunderous wind and thunder!
Dozens of sound waves surged out like thousands of horses. The white-headed man's pupils instantly expanded, and a trace of fear flashed out. After suffering several soft abdomen, he had time to retract his arms and protect his chest and abdomen!
The unexpected few strokes left a large hole in the abdomen, which was conveying severe pain to the white-headed man's brain. The pain on his arms became more and more intense, but the sound of the piano did not stop!
What to do, retreat, or not? It would be a pity to retreat so closely! The sound waves are so dense that if it was a jackal, I might be able to escape, but I don’t have the same physical skills as him. If I don’t retreat, I’m afraid even I can’t last long!
Since he had the idea of retreating, the white-headed man did not hesitate and jumped back hard, while waving his claws constantly, tearing apart the piano sounds.
A song "Guangling San", please enjoy it for seniors!
The storm-like playing just now consumed a lot of internal strength. Seeing the white-headed man retreating, Zhao Bin changed into a slightly eased song.
Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding!
With the passionate and magnificent sound of the piano, Baitou Weng found that the frequency of the sound waves slowed down, but the force coming from his fingers became stronger and stronger!
Time and time again, gradually, the ten fingers that were splitting gold and cracking stones on weekdays were numb, and the fingertips were covered with blood, but this time it was not someone else's, but the white-headed man himself!
How could the boy named Zhao be so skilled? My eagle claws have broken, and he can still hold on!
You can't take it head-on, otherwise the Eagle Claw Technique that you have practiced for decades will be useless! Try to hide, and you can dodge a few times. When he stops, he will immediately take his life!
The rest of the people were attracted by the sound of the piano, and looked at it here. So, under the attention of others, the white-headed man began to turn left and right in the field like a monkey, which was really funny!
Seeing such ridiculous behavior, Qianhuan Old Demon patted his forehead helplessly. Oh, if he couldn't defeat that kid, the old man would become a laughing stock this time!
Huh, it’s not easy to force Mr. Bai to this point!
They have not yet shown their true strength!
I know the strength of Mr. Bai, but how long can Xiaobin last? The song is almost over. Let Mr. Bai get close to you again. What can he resist?
Hu Feng did not agree. Don’t forget that the Wudang Sect is famous for its swordsmanship, and Xiaobin is a Wudang disciple. Where do you think his sword will be?
Master Xiao looked at Zhao Bin and was stunned for a while before he realized, haha, you still understand him!
clang!
As the last sound of the piano disappeared into the air, the famous song "Guangling San" forever finally ended
I would like to ask you how good I play, senior!
The white-headed man kept trembling with his hands, his breathing was rapid, his two eagles were filled with blood, and his redness was extremely red! A great shame, a great shame, AhAhAh!
Two years ago, when he fought against Song Yang, both sides were only defeated. Now, he was forced into such a miserable situation by a junior in his early twenties. What's even more outrageous is that he hadn't even touched a hair on the other side!
I want to tear you into pieces to vent my hatred!
The white-headed man made up his mind that even if he tried his best, he would take off Zhao Bin's head!
However, to his surprise, Zhao Bin actually stood up, held the piano with one hand, and watched him rushing towards him with great might.
One foot is still only one foot away!
This time there was no wind, no piano sound, no sound waves, but no matter how many steps he rushed forward, the distance of this foot did not shorten by a minute!
He advances, Zhao Bin retreats. The faster he advances, the faster Zhao Bin retreats!
This moment is so long and far away for the white-headed man, and this foot is so far away, so far away, out of reach!
You can't be impatient, you can't be anxious, you can't be led by him! The white-headed man has a lot of experience in fighting, and his successive defeats calmed down! He wants to retreat without any further!
The white-headed man quickly moved his position and forced Zhao Bin to the outer wall of the hall. Seeing that the wall was getting closer, the white-headed man was ready and used his killer move the moment he leaned against the wall!
Finally, Zhao Bin's back was against the wall!
Take your life!
The fast, accurate and cruel moment he took the eagle to capture the prey in a moment. The sharp claws of the white-headed man quickly locked Zhao Bin's heart, waiting for one blow to kill him!
clang!
A sword suddenly popped out of the piano body. Zhao Bin stretched out his right hand to catch it and stabbed it straight into the white-headed man's chest! Just as the white-headed man was hesitating whether to defend or attack, Zhao Bin slid up to the side against the wall!
Damn, I'm fooled again!
Missing a great opportunity, the Bai-headed man could only continue to pursue. He believed that with the advantage of the Eagle Claw skill in close combat, as long as he gets close, there will be a chance!
However, the next scene surprised everyone present!
Zhao Bin slashed the sword from right to left, causing the white-headed man to pause for a moment. Then, Zhao Bin actually let go of his palm. Unexpectedly, the sword did not fall to the ground, but flew around Zhao Bin's body!
The white-headed man's eagle claws attacked and was forced back by the flying sword. He advanced again and was dissolved by a sound wave!
The melodious and melodious sound of the piano sounded, and the sword seemed to be alive, flying against Zhao Bin's body. Seeing this scene, everyone, including Master Xiao, was stunned by Zhao Bin's performance!
Hu Feng couldn't help but praise: He actually combined Wudang sword art with the technique of qin sound, and used internal force to activate the pronunciation rhythm, the sound of qin sound, sword intent, sword gall, piano heart, offense and defense, and it is really rare to have an opponent! Only this skill can be ranked among the master of martial arts!
Master Xiao continued: No one can do anything to the other party in the moves, and the next thing to compete is internal strength. Xiaobin is a little inferior. It’s a pity that Old Bai is already afraid and loses all his strength!
The skill was astonishing, and the rest of the people were stunned. Seeing this, Master Xiao shouted: Why don’t you take action?
Jingming was the most shocked to see Zhao Bin’s unique skills, because she would do this with the sword of luck!
After practicing Tai Chi magic skills to the highest level, you can gather the undispersed internal energy around your body. In this way, Jingming ruined Cao Zheng’s little brother!
However, she was clear about the shortcomings of using Qiyun Sword: First of all, the internal force is seriously damaged and cannot last long; secondly, the sword can only be kept within three feet of the body, and once it is far away, it cannot be controlled!
In close combat, it is not as convenient as using hands. Therefore, Jingming has always regarded this sword-wielding method as useless.
But she never expected that Zhao Bin would combine this technique with piano skills!
Sun Feng'er didn't want to make things difficult for Jingming, but Master Xiao just looked at this side. In order not to make him suspicious, Sun Feng'er hurriedly opened his hands and sprinkled thick pink smoke at Jingming.
Seeing that Jingming had not come back to his senses, Sun Feng'er shouted: Jingming, take it!
Jingming reacted when he heard the shout, but at this time, the pink mist had already covered her. The situation was urgent. Zhao Bin, who was beside him, saw that the master was in trouble, threw down the white-headed man and plunged directly into the thick fog.
Suddenly, a figure flashed out from the thick fog, but Jingming was pushed out by Zhao Bin! Zhao Bin held his breath and was about to rush out, but the white-headed man jumped in while he was unprepared!
Bang!
Puff, a stream of blood spurted out of the thick fog!
Immediately afterwards, the sound of weapons intertwined in the thick fog, ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding
After a while, the sound of the sword falling to the ground was heard, and the white-headed man also let out a muffled groan. It was obvious that neither side could make any good!
Just as everyone outside guessed the result, a strong true energy burst out and blew away the thick fog! Zhao Bin and Baitou Weng met with four palms, competing hard for internal strength.
The crowd around him was once again attracted by the two of them and stared motionlessly
Gradually, both of them looked paler and their bodies began to tremble, obviously they were at the end of their strength!
The internal strength competition is extremely dangerous. Once it starts, it cannot stop until one side loses. Forcibly interrupted will only be backfired by both sides, and the consequences will be even more serious!
At this time, the white-headed man suddenly shouted loudly and pushed forward with both arms, but he made himself pedal, pedal, pedal and pedal back several steps!
The white-headed man stopped, covered his chest, gasped and said intermittently: Boy, old, I admire him!
At this time, Zhao Bin's face was not bloody at all. He opened his mouth and vomited blood and fell to the ground.
Bin'er!!!
Jingming, who saw him falling down, felt a heart tumbling. He hurriedly stepped forward and hugged him in his arms, wiped the blood in the corner of his mouth clean, and cried in tears: Bin'er, don't scare Master Ah, it's all the bad master, it's the master's uselessness that implicated you! Bin'er, I'm the one who hurt you!!!
Zhao Bin raised his hand weakly, wiped the tears that kept flowing for Jingming, and said weakly: Master, Master, disciple, still dead, no more!
The Purgatory Cults were all gloating and wanted to defeat Wudang when the people were in a low mood. At this moment, neat footsteps came from the hillside. After hearing the sound, Zhao Bin smiled with relief. Finally, he arrived!
After saying that, he fainted in Jingming's arms!
Zhao Bin gently slid his right finger on the strings, as if he was inadvertently moving, and as if he was feeling the unique and beautiful tune of the guqin. Then, he unexpectedly pressed the strings with his hands and did not move!
The white-headed man smiled grimly and easily blocked it. He dared to take it lightly when he fought with me. Don’t blame me for being cruel!
The cold-glowed nails had already burst into front of you. Zhao Bin looked at the wrinkled old face of the white-headed man, and his lips raised slightly.
Just one foot away, there is only one foot away from Zhao Bin's Tianling Cover. In the eyes of the white-headed man, Zhao Bin is already an absolute dead person!
But at this moment, a strong wind arose out of thin air, which made it difficult for him to move forward any further. The white-headed man's heart trembled, and he saw Zhao Bin hooking the strings of his fingers and not letting go!
Senior, please accept it!
hold head high!!!
The ten fingers bounced together, and in an instant, it was like a flood breaking the dam, like a sudden change of wind and clouds, like a thunderous wind and thunder!
Dozens of sound waves surged out like thousands of horses. The white-headed man's pupils instantly expanded, and a trace of fear flashed out. After suffering several soft abdomen, he had time to retract his arms and protect his chest and abdomen!
The unexpected few strokes left a large hole in the abdomen, which was conveying severe pain to the white-headed man's brain. The pain on his arms became more and more intense, but the sound of the piano did not stop!
What to do, retreat, or not? It would be a pity to retreat so closely! The sound waves are so dense that if it was a jackal, I might be able to escape, but I don’t have the same physical skills as him. If I don’t retreat, I’m afraid even I can’t last long!
Since he had the idea of retreating, the white-headed man did not hesitate and jumped back hard, while waving his claws constantly, tearing apart the piano sounds.
A song "Guangling San", please enjoy it for seniors!
The storm-like playing just now consumed a lot of internal strength. Seeing the white-headed man retreating, Zhao Bin changed into a slightly eased song.
Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding!
With the passionate and magnificent sound of the piano, Baitou Weng found that the frequency of the sound waves slowed down, but the force coming from his fingers became stronger and stronger!
Time and time again, gradually, the ten fingers that were splitting gold and cracking stones on weekdays were numb, and the fingertips were covered with blood, but this time it was not someone else's, but the white-headed man himself!
How could the boy named Zhao be so skilled? My eagle claws have broken, and he can still hold on!
You can't take it head-on, otherwise the Eagle Claw Technique that you have practiced for decades will be useless! Try to hide, and you can dodge a few times. When he stops, he will immediately take his life!
The rest of the people were attracted by the sound of the piano, and looked at it here. So, under the attention of others, the white-headed man began to turn left and right in the field like a monkey, which was really funny!
Seeing such ridiculous behavior, Qianhuan Old Demon patted his forehead helplessly. Oh, if he couldn't defeat that kid, the old man would become a laughing stock this time!
Huh, it’s not easy to force Mr. Bai to this point!
They have not yet shown their true strength!
I know the strength of Mr. Bai, but how long can Xiaobin last? The song is almost over. Let Mr. Bai get close to you again. What can he resist?
Hu Feng did not agree. Don’t forget that the Wudang Sect is famous for its swordsmanship, and Xiaobin is a Wudang disciple. Where do you think his sword will be?
Master Xiao looked at Zhao Bin and was stunned for a while before he realized, haha, you still understand him!
clang!
As the last sound of the piano disappeared into the air, the famous song "Guangling San" forever finally ended
I would like to ask you how good I play, senior!
The white-headed man kept trembling with his hands, his breathing was rapid, his two eagles were filled with blood, and his redness was extremely red! A great shame, a great shame, AhAhAh!
Two years ago, when he fought against Song Yang, both sides were only defeated. Now, he was forced into such a miserable situation by a junior in his early twenties. What's even more outrageous is that he hadn't even touched a hair on the other side!
I want to tear you into pieces to vent my hatred!
The white-headed man made up his mind that even if he tried his best, he would take off Zhao Bin's head!
However, to his surprise, Zhao Bin actually stood up, held the piano with one hand, and watched him rushing towards him with great might.
One foot is still only one foot away!
This time there was no wind, no piano sound, no sound waves, but no matter how many steps he rushed forward, the distance of this foot did not shorten by a minute!
He advances, Zhao Bin retreats. The faster he advances, the faster Zhao Bin retreats!
This moment is so long and far away for the white-headed man, and this foot is so far away, so far away, out of reach!
You can't be impatient, you can't be anxious, you can't be led by him! The white-headed man has a lot of experience in fighting, and his successive defeats calmed down! He wants to retreat without any further!
The white-headed man quickly moved his position and forced Zhao Bin to the outer wall of the hall. Seeing that the wall was getting closer, the white-headed man was ready and used his killer move the moment he leaned against the wall!
Finally, Zhao Bin's back was against the wall!
Take your life!
The fast, accurate and cruel moment he took the eagle to capture the prey in a moment. The sharp claws of the white-headed man quickly locked Zhao Bin's heart, waiting for one blow to kill him!
clang!
A sword suddenly popped out of the piano body. Zhao Bin stretched out his right hand to catch it and stabbed it straight into the white-headed man's chest! Just as the white-headed man was hesitating whether to defend or attack, Zhao Bin slid up to the side against the wall!
Damn, I'm fooled again!
Missing a great opportunity, the Bai-headed man could only continue to pursue. He believed that with the advantage of the Eagle Claw skill in close combat, as long as he gets close, there will be a chance!
However, the next scene surprised everyone present!
Zhao Bin slashed the sword from right to left, causing the white-headed man to pause for a moment. Then, Zhao Bin actually let go of his palm. Unexpectedly, the sword did not fall to the ground, but flew around Zhao Bin's body!
The white-headed man's eagle claws attacked and was forced back by the flying sword. He advanced again and was dissolved by a sound wave!
The melodious and melodious sound of the piano sounded, and the sword seemed to be alive, flying against Zhao Bin's body. Seeing this scene, everyone, including Master Xiao, was stunned by Zhao Bin's performance!
Hu Feng couldn't help but praise: He actually combined Wudang sword art with the technique of qin sound, and used internal force to activate the pronunciation rhythm, the sound of qin sound, sword intent, sword gall, piano heart, offense and defense, and it is really rare to have an opponent! Only this skill can be ranked among the master of martial arts!
Master Xiao continued: No one can do anything to the other party in the moves, and the next thing to compete is internal strength. Xiaobin is a little inferior. It’s a pity that Old Bai is already afraid and loses all his strength!
The skill was astonishing, and the rest of the people were stunned. Seeing this, Master Xiao shouted: Why don’t you take action?
Jingming was the most shocked to see Zhao Bin’s unique skills, because she would do this with the sword of luck!
After practicing Tai Chi magic skills to the highest level, you can gather the undispersed internal energy around your body. In this way, Jingming ruined Cao Zheng’s little brother!
However, she was clear about the shortcomings of using Qiyun Sword: First of all, the internal force is seriously damaged and cannot last long; secondly, the sword can only be kept within three feet of the body, and once it is far away, it cannot be controlled!
In close combat, it is not as convenient as using hands. Therefore, Jingming has always regarded this sword-wielding method as useless.
But she never expected that Zhao Bin would combine this technique with piano skills!
Sun Feng'er didn't want to make things difficult for Jingming, but Master Xiao just looked at this side. In order not to make him suspicious, Sun Feng'er hurriedly opened his hands and sprinkled thick pink smoke at Jingming.
Seeing that Jingming had not come back to his senses, Sun Feng'er shouted: Jingming, take it!
Jingming reacted when he heard the shout, but at this time, the pink mist had already covered her. The situation was urgent. Zhao Bin, who was beside him, saw that the master was in trouble, threw down the white-headed man and plunged directly into the thick fog.
Suddenly, a figure flashed out from the thick fog, but Jingming was pushed out by Zhao Bin! Zhao Bin held his breath and was about to rush out, but the white-headed man jumped in while he was unprepared!
Bang!
Puff, a stream of blood spurted out of the thick fog!
Immediately afterwards, the sound of weapons intertwined in the thick fog, ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding ding
After a while, the sound of the sword falling to the ground was heard, and the white-headed man also let out a muffled groan. It was obvious that neither side could make any good!
Just as everyone outside guessed the result, a strong true energy burst out and blew away the thick fog! Zhao Bin and Baitou Weng met with four palms, competing hard for internal strength.
The crowd around him was once again attracted by the two of them and stared motionlessly
Gradually, both of them looked paler and their bodies began to tremble, obviously they were at the end of their strength!
The internal strength competition is extremely dangerous. Once it starts, it cannot stop until one side loses. Forcibly interrupted will only be backfired by both sides, and the consequences will be even more serious!
At this time, the white-headed man suddenly shouted loudly and pushed forward with both arms, but he made himself pedal, pedal, pedal and pedal back several steps!
The white-headed man stopped, covered his chest, gasped and said intermittently: Boy, old, I admire him!
At this time, Zhao Bin's face was not bloody at all. He opened his mouth and vomited blood and fell to the ground.
Bin'er!!!
Jingming, who saw him falling down, felt a heart tumbling. He hurriedly stepped forward and hugged him in his arms, wiped the blood in the corner of his mouth clean, and cried in tears: Bin'er, don't scare Master Ah, it's all the bad master, it's the master's uselessness that implicated you! Bin'er, I'm the one who hurt you!!!
Zhao Bin raised his hand weakly, wiped the tears that kept flowing for Jingming, and said weakly: Master, Master, disciple, still dead, no more!
The Purgatory Cults were all gloating and wanted to defeat Wudang when the people were in a low mood. At this moment, neat footsteps came from the hillside. After hearing the sound, Zhao Bin smiled with relief. Finally, he arrived!
After saying that, he fainted in Jingming's arms!
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