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A qiē all happens between the electric light and flint.

The hall master of the True Martial Hall of Wudang Mountain, the strength of the Ming Xuan Daoist is also terrifying, and the shot seems to be as slow as a snail, but in fact it is as fast as lightning. The moment he pressed Wang Cheng with his palm, it was an extremely soft and extremely soft force that condensed and exploded, spreading throughout Wang Cheng's body.

Wang Cheng didn't have time to react or make any movements, his qi and blood were already stagnant, and he felt as if his heart had stopped beating. The huge force and force mixed and crushed, and the bones all over the body made a creaking and oozing sound, and his feet completely sank into the ground dirt.

Another top master of the ancient boxing method with condensation strength, Wang Cheng was shocked in his heart, this was the second such master he had seen besides his master Changhe.

Call......

In an instant, Wang Cheng showed extremely strong inner family cultivation, and almost perfect control over the internal family's qi and blood handling. In the face of Ming Xuan/None/Wrong/Such a master, he could forcibly lift it in one breath, the stagnant qi and blood trembled all over his body, and his heart instantly beat strongly, recovering a trace of strength, and then numbly punched his arm with a punch towards Ming Xuan.

A hint of horror flashed in Ming Xuan's eyes. This palm he used Tai Chi silk strength, penetrating Wang Cheng's whole body, trying to disperse Wang Cheng's qi and blood, but he didn't expect it to be unsuccessful.

Meantime.

The Taoist priest of Changhe also jumped in the back, and the Tiangang strength condensed by his fist condensed but did not disperse, and did not spread to drive out the Gang Qi. It's all in one punch. Came behind Mingxuan. The air flow pushed by the fist blew through, and Ming Xuan's Dao robe was blown up.

"Master be careful......"

Yun Song, the little Taoist who was standing five steps away and still had blood on the corner of his mouth, hurriedly shouted to his master Ming Xuan.

Ming Xuan naturally knew that there was a Changhe Taoist priest chasing behind him, he wanted to attack suddenly and abolish Wang Cheng with one move, but he didn't expect it to be successful, and Wang Cheng's inner family cultivation was beyond his imagination. He also knew that he only had one chance to make a move. So after one move, there was no nostalgia, and the palm of his hand left Wang Cheng's shoulder directly. Then his body dodged to the side, and the other hand used his silk wrapper to fend off Nagasuk's fist.

In the ancient school of boxing, the more esoteric and powerful the boxing method, the more difficult it is to condense the strength, and the more powerful it is after condensation.

Ming Xuan majored in Wudang Taiji, which is not a strong boxing technique, and he has been practicing boxing for more than 70 years, and he only began to gather strength ten years ago. At this time, his strength is equivalent to that of an ordinary national martial artist. It is comparable to Niu Dahai, and it is still weaker than the Long Crane Taoist.

So. He felt the power of Changhe's punch, and he didn't dare to fight with Changhe's fist at all, and used his strength to kill it.

Bang!

However, when his silk winding hand came into contact with the fist of the Changhe Taoist, he found that he had underestimated the Changhe and the Wusheng Mountain Tiangang boxing technique. This punch was also made by the Changhe Taoist with anger, unusually strong, a strong force that could not be resisted burst out, like the righteous qi of heaven and earth was suppressed, and Ming Xuan's silk entangling strength was instantly dispersed, and the sleeves on his arms were also shattered, his arms were already unconscious, and his feet hurriedly jumped back.

And the Changhe Taoist priest didn't say a word, his face was full of sternness, and at the same time as Ming Xuan jumped up, he also followed like a shadow, still enveloping his whole body with a punch.

At that time, the master of the Changhe Taoist priest, Xuanding Daochang, fought all over Wudang Mountain with the Tiangang boxing method of the Dacheng realm and had no opponent. At that time, there were also peerless masters in Wudang Mountain, who practiced the Wudang Seven Star Boxing Method to the fullest, and stepped on the Seven Stars and accompanied him, but he could not resist the strength of Tiangang of Xuanding Dao.

The fundamental reason is that the boxing method of Wusheng Mountain itself is stronger than that of Wudang Mountain. This may not be obvious in the early stage, but when it is completed in the later stage, the gap will be clearly visible.

Wusheng Mountain, Tiangang, Zhou Tian, the three major boxing methods, whether they are internal or external, are all higher than the power of Wudang Mountain's martial arts boxing method of the same grade. Under the same realm, the masters of Wudang Mountain could not fight against the masters of Wusheng Mountain at all.

What's more, Daoist Ming Xuan did not practice the Wudang Seven Star Boxing Method that could compete with the Tiangang Boxing Method, but only practiced Wudang Taiji, and the inheritance of the True Martial Arts Fist of its True Martial Arts Palace. It's not that he doesn't want to practice, but it's similar to the situation of the Changhe Taoist, and his qualifications are insufficient.

Therefore, at this time, Daoist Mingxuan was shocked by Daoist Changhe's Tiangang boxing technique, and hurriedly used all his strength to resist this punch. The fist of the Changhe Taoist priest is dignified, such as the way of heaven, it is so clear in front of him, purely to suppress people, such a fist method seems simple, but the power is huge, and it is the most difficult to resist.

Because, there is an absolute gap in strength.

Moreover, after Wang Cheng broke free from the Ming Xuan Daoist, he forcibly mobilized the qi and blood of his whole body under a few breaths, and recovered some strength. Then with a stomp of his feet, he rose from the dirt, rushed towards Daoist Mingxuan, and rarely chose to take the initiative, grabbing Daoist Mingxuan's waist with both hands.

"Humph!"

When Yun Song saw this scene, he snorted coldly, and also resisted the shock of qi and blood in his body, his body turned, his palm waved, and another whip slashed towards Wang Cheng, wanting to prevent Wang Cheng from attacking his master Ming Xuan Daoist.

Wang Cheng's eyes flickered, and he saw Yun Song's movements, and hurriedly waved out one hand, and the silk winding hand was used to use the momentum, and he used his skills to stick to Yun Song's injured whip hand. The internal injuries of both sides are not light, so they are comparable for the time being. However, Wang Cheng's inner family cultivation was even more profound and perfect, and his other hand still had the strength to make a move, grabbing a trace of the flaw in the Ming Xuan Daoist's confrontation with the Changhe Daoist, and the palm of his hand instantly slapped the vital point of the Ming Xuan Daoist abdomen.

Syllable!

There was a crunch.

It seems to be very light, and with Wang Cheng's already injured situation, it is difficult to cause any substantial damage to Ming Xuan Daoist. Daoist Mingxuan only had a slight squeeze in his body, but the impact was great. Wang Cheng's palm did not hurt much, but it directly slapped Ming Xuan's abdomen and acupoint, affecting his qi and blood transportation, so at this moment, Ming Xuan's whole body movements were half a beat slower.

Subsequently.

Daoist Changhe seized the opportunity, showed no mercy, and slammed a punch firmly into Ming Xuan's right chest.

The reason why I don't hit the left side of the heart. Kill it. It's because Ming Xuan and Yun Song are guests after all. And it was the messenger of Wudang Mountain who came to issue a war letter.

The two countries are at war, and they don't kill it!

Therefore, the Taoist priest of Changhe was a little merciful. However, it seems that he has shown mercy, and Ming Xuan has also suffered severe internal injuries to the extreme. His whole body flew out like a cannonball in an instant, and there was a crackling sound from the bones all over his body, and everyone around him heard it clearly, and then a large mouthful of blood spurted out without money.

Rumble......

Fly more than ten meters away. Daoist Mingxuan fell to the ground and smashed up a large cloud of dust.

"Master......"

Yun Song shouted worriedly, and wanted to help.

But Wang Cheng didn't want to let him go, so he forcibly pulled him back with both hands, and then reluctantly threw Yun Song's body out with a bird's tail. Yun Song suddenly fell out a few meters away, getting closer to Ming Xuan, and Wang Cheng could be regarded as helping him.

Burst!

Burst!

Two sounds of vomiting blood at the same time.

One was sent by Yun Song, and the other was sent by Wang Cheng.

The two young disciples of the Dao Sect vomited blood at the same time, obviously both of them had internal injuries. In particular, Wang Chenggang also forcibly displayed the tail of the bird, mobilizing the qi and blood of the whole body to affect the injury. A hot stinging pain in the viscera stimulated the nerves and tendons in the chest and abdomen, and a layer of sweat oozed from the forehead.

So far. The battle is also over.

Wusheng Mountain Changhe and Wang Cheng were still standing, while Wudang Mountain Ming Xuan and Yun Song both fell to the ground. At the same time, Wang Cheng, Ming Xuan, and Yun Song were all seriously injured and vomited blood. Only the Changhe Taoist priest was not harmed in the slightest, and stood there with a normal face, looking condescendingly at the master and apprentice of the Wudang Mountain True Martial Hall lying on the ground.

"Ming Xuan, you are also qualified to rob my apprentice?"

Changhe shouted at Daoist Mingxuan with slight disdain in his tone: "You Wudang masters don't dare to be so presumptuous in front of me. ”

In terms of status, it is true that only the head of Wudang Mountain can sit on an equal footing in front of Changhe, and Ming Xuan, as the master of the Zhenwu Palace, is still half a cut shorter than Changhe.

Ming Xuan looked at Changhe and remembered it, but his whole body was in severe pain, his qi and blood were out of control, and his body couldn't move, so he forcibly moved, but instead spit out a mouthful of sticky blood from between his internal organs again.

Yun Song barely struggled to get up, staggered over to help his master Mingxuan up, and asked anxiously, "Master, how are you?"

When Changhe and Wang Cheng saw this scene, their expressions were very calm, and they did not touch the slightest compassion.

The dispute between the two factions of Wusheng Mountain and Wudang Mountain can be traced back to the era of Zhang Sanfeng, the founder of Wudang Mountain. Almost every hundred years or so, the two factions have to fight. Zhang Sanfeng and the following two hundred years or so era, relying on the strong accumulation of the patriarch of the Kai faction, he could barely confront Wusheng Mountain, but since the Qing Dynasty, the masters of Wudang Mountain could not fight against the masters of Wusheng Mountain, and the gap between the two factions in martial arts was revealed.

Both the master and apprentice of Wusheng Mountain know very well that if they are weaker than the other party, it is definitely themselves who can't get up on the ground at this time, and if the other party has the strength, they will not show mercy to their subordinates, and they will not have the slightest sympathy.

Wang Cheng and Yun Song were fighting just now, and they didn't know that Daoist Mingxuan used a few Wudang Mountain's supreme fist techniques to exchange Wang Cheng with Daoist Changhe.

Therefore, the two of them looked strange at this time.

Wang Cheng just glanced at his master and didn't say anything, but his eyes were much more determined.

And the other party, Yun Song, looked at the master, his expression was very gloomy, and he was obviously hit hard.

Ming Xuan clutched his chest and coughed violently twice, relying on decades of strong inner family cultivation to barely smooth out his breath. He looked at Changhe with a gloomy gaze, then glanced at Wang Cheng, and said in a low voice: "Ahem, Changhe, I didn't expect you to really practice the Tiangang Fist ......"

Wudang Mountain has been very low-key in the past hundred years, and few people have walked in the world, so many news on the rivers and lakes are unknown. Ming Xuan and many people on Wudang Mountain thought that Changhe was still the same as before, just relying on the profound Earth Demon Fist method to be invincible. After all, Changhe's qualifications were also known to Wudang Mountain back then, and it was impossible to practice Daomen Tiangang in this life.

Therefore, there is still a year before the hundred-year covenant, and Wudang Mountain sent Ming Xuan to take the initiative to come to Wusheng Mountain to fight against him. Wudang Mountain just wants to seize the opportunity and be ashamed.

But he didn't expect that the Changhe Taoist had already practiced the Tiangang boxing method, and the mighty Tiangang strength made him powerless to resist at all.

At the same time, Wang Cheng, a disciple of Changhe. also made Mingxuan unable to see the hope of the future.

Wudang Mountain has been closed for almost a hundred years. In this way, we can cultivate and recuperate. It seems strong now. Many warriors in the world are very respectful, but there are only one or two people who can fight against the current Changhe, and they can't win yet.

Among the younger generation of Wudang, there are only two or three people whose strength can be compared with Wang Cheng. However, in terms of qualifications, no one in Wudang Mountain can compare with Wang Cheng, that is, with the accumulation of time. After Wudang Mountain, no one can fight against the Wusheng Mountain Sect.

"As the head of the Martial Saint Mountain, what's so strange about practicing my sect's Tiangang Fist Technique? Ming Xuan, it seems that your preparation is not so sufficient. ”

Seeing that Ming Xuan was hit hard by his Tiangang fist technique, he immediately thought that there were not a few top masters in Wudang Mountain in the past hundred years.

Ming Xuan coughed twice, and his breath was much smoother, but the internal injuries were still severe. With such a serious injury, he knew that he would not be able to get better if he didn't cultivate for ten or eight years, and even if he did, it would leave the sequelae of Yan zhòng, which would affect his qi and blood cultivation. At his current age. I can't recover it in this life.

"Hmph, today next year. It's good that you meet my Wudang Mountain challenge on Wusheng Mountain. We will let you know that even if you practice Tiangang, Wusheng Mountain will be trampled under our Wudang feet!"

Although Ming Xuan was shocked in his heart, his expression and tone did not show the slightest weakness, even if he had to rely on the support of his apprentice Yun Song to stand and talk to Chang He.

The big faction has the dignity of the big faction, even if it is kneeling, you have to hold your head high.

Wang Cheng was silently breathing the qi and blood in his body just now, and at this time, he recovered some strength, suddenly walked out, and said sternly to Ming Xuan: "Ming Xuan Dao Chief, I, Martial Saint Mountain Yuanding, officially replace my master to challenge you Wudang Mountain." ”

Changhe's face darkened, and he shouted: "Wang Cheng, do you still have me as a master in your eyes?"

Ming Xuan also said in a deep voice: "Wang Cheng, it's not your turn to call the shots in this matter. As he spoke, he turned to Yun Song and said, "Yun Song, let's go, Changhe, we'll see you today next year." ”

Yun Song didn't speak with an ugly expression, and obediently helped Ming Xuan to walk outside, and glanced at Wang Cheng with complicated eyes.

And Wang Cheng ignored the reprimand of his master Changhe, and moved again, the qi and blood in his body could already carry Zhou Tian, and his body quickly blocked in front of the two masters and apprentices of Ming Xuan, looking at the two of them and said in a deep voice: "Wusheng Mountain Yuanding, instead of the master Changhe, go out to fight in Wudang Mountain for a hundred years, and Wudang Mountain can dare to fight." ”

"Wang Cheng!"

Changhe shouted again in a stern voice, "Come back." ”

Wang Cheng's body did not move, still blocking in front of Ming Xuan and the two, looking at Ming Xuan and saying, "Ming Xuan Dao Chief, can Wudang Mountain dare to fight?"

Ming Xuan glanced at Yun Song, who was the same age as Wang Cheng, and Yun Song lowered his head and didn't dare to look at his master. Ming Xuan was slightly disappointed in his heart, turned his head to Wang Cheng and said in a deep voice: "Wang Cheng, get out of the way." ”

Wang Cheng didn't move a step, his breath increased, his eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he said in a deep voice: "Ming Xuan Dao Chief, no one in Wudang Mountain can stop me, so you don't dare to agree?"

Changhe stepped forward, came behind Wang Cheng, grabbed Wang Cheng's shoulder with his palm, and said with an ugly face: "Wang Cheng, come back, let them go, this is a matter between me and them." ”

Wang Cheng didn't dodge the trick of Master Changhe Daoist, so his shoulder was grabbed instantly. However, his feet immediately pierced a horse step of the Earth Shattering Fist Method, and his feet were like pillars rooted in the earth, without moving at all, resisting the strength of the master Changhe Taoist who was not strong, and shouted to Ming Xuan again: "Ming Xuan, there is no one in Wudang Mountain?"

At this sound, Wang Cheng forcibly mobilized his qi and blood, his face was flushed, his eyes were like copper bells, and the voice was transmitted like a Hongzhong Dalu, Zhang Shaoyun and Yang Wuji, who were just standing at the door of Zangdingguan in the distance, heard it clearly, their expressions changed, and they hurriedly accelerated to this side again.

Ming Xuan gritted his teeth, glared at Wang Cheng, and said in a deep voice: "Wang Cheng, don't deceive people too much. ”

Click!

Wang Cheng's arm joints were removed by Changhe.

"Wang Cheng, get out of the way. ”

Changhe is still the same sentence.

However, Wang Cheng still didn't move, and felt that his shoulder was just a dislocated joint, and his muscles and bones were not injured. He knew that it was impossible for the master to hurt himself, so he didn't move, and shouted again with a rainbow: "Mingxuan, answer me, there is no one in Wudang Mountain!"

Ming Xuan's lips trembled, and his eyes looked at Wang Cheng at this time with some shock, at this time he had infinite envy for Daoist Changhe in his heart, such a well-qualified apprentice with a terrifying bearing, why was he Changhe?

"Yes, there must be someone in my Wudang Mountain. Wang Cheng, don't think that you are the first in the world, if you want to fight, I will fight in Wudang Mountain. ”

Ming Xuan didn't speak for a while, and Yun Song, who had been silent, suddenly shouted loudly, glaring at Wang Cheng with a flushed face: "My Wudang Mountain disciple will definitely not lose to you." ”

Ming Xuan came to his senses, collected his thoughts, and looked at himself with a complicated expression. He knew that today was a blow to Yun Song, and his voice trembled slightly: "Okay, Wang Cheng, I agreed." ”

Changhe's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and he said in a deep voice: "Ming Xuan, you can't call the shots in this matter. ”

Ming Xuan's expression calmed down, and he seemed to have made a decision in his heart, and he met Changhe's gaze and said in a deep voice: "I can call the shots." ”

Wang Cheng got the answer, hurriedly gave up his position, hugged his fists and said solemnly: "Ming Xuandao is long and slow, today next year, Wusheng Mountain Yuanding will wait here for the disciples of Wudang Mountain." ”

"Next year!"

Yun Song gritted his teeth and looked at Wang Cheng, squeezed out two words, and then helped his master Mingxuan to walk out.

Daoist Changhe's body trembled, trying to stop Ming Xuan and the others, but in the end he didn't move, and said to Wang Cheng in a deep voice: "Do you think this is just for my good?"

Wang Cheng bowed his head and said, "I know that you may be dissatisfied with the master, but I just want to see you for a longer time." ”

Changhe snorted coldly, waved his hand, sat on the Taishi chair in the blink of an eye, and scolded, "Come here." (To be continued......)

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