When the Dao-robed man heard Wang Yong's words, he couldn't help frowning.

He is indeed a bit domineering, which is also due to the swordsmanship he has cultivated. He developed a set of powerful swordsmanship from the Wudang swordsmanship, which was named the Wind and Thunder Swordsmanship.

As soon as this kind of swordsmanship is launched, it will be like thunder and lightning, majestic, and implying brilliant heavenly might. After practicing a lot, I naturally developed this kind of domineering style.

For example, the last time he came to Guoan, it was a similar situation. A national security guard suspected him of being a spy and was very unkind to him. He wanted to take a little punishment, but he still beat the guard to a serious injury.

Unexpectedly, the same conflict occurred with Wang Yong again, the only difference is that Wang Yong's kung fu is not bad, and it seems that he doesn't have to worry about seriously injuring him.

Without scruples in his heart, the big man in the Taoist robe raised his eyebrows, raised his head and said: "I am innate in domineering, and it has nothing to do with Master Jinglin." You don't have to say this kind of thing in a weird way, if you want me to be soft, and I'll talk about it if you win!"

Wang Yong pursed his lips, he was really made a little laughing and crying by the words of this big man in Taoist robes.

I thought that there were more unreasonable reckless armies, but it seems that this mountain is not uncommon. For example, the guy in front of him who is obviously wearing a Delo robe, but he doesn't have any cultivation qualities.

"It's not a coincidence, we have similar personalities. I usually beat people up before I convince them. It seems that we are quite in love, in that case, you don't mind if I beat you up a little bit, right?" Wang Yong asked seriously.

"Don't mind, as long as you can. The robe man replied solemnly.

is obviously a link to pull hatred and ruthless words, but the two of them said very politely. It's just that there is a trace of killing intent in the politeness, and it is obvious that neither of the two is ready to be really polite.

Bang, Wang Yong took the lead.

The Dao robe man has a sword in his hand, and he is Li Jinglin's disciple and grandson. Wang Yong didn't dare to let him pull out his sword, otherwise it would be Wang Yong who would suffer at that time.

Legend has it that in his later years, Li Jinglin could use only one chopstick to play a sword momentum, and several big men were forced to get close. The chopsticks move and poke a hole in the wall as if they were eating vegetables.

He has gone to the opposite two extremes with the sharpshooter Li Shuwen. Li Shuwen practiced marksmanship to the point of lifting weights lightly, and the head of the big gun poked flies, and the flies died without breaking the walls.

A side kick flew towards the sword scabbard of the Dao robe man, and Wang Yong's kick was mainly to prevent the Dao Robe Han from drawing his sword.

The real killing move was still in his hand, and with a shake of his body, the hand knife drew a strange arc and poked at the ribs of the robed man.

This power is extremely heavy, once it is hit, it is indispensable to break a few ribs of the robed man.

"The kid is ruthless enough!" a flash of anger flashed in the eyes of the Dao-robed man.

With a flick of his wrist in an instant, the wide robe was buzzed by him, like a fan made of metal, and it swept towards Wang Yong's wrist with a click.

Wang Yong's heart froze, and he immediately changed his tricks to dodge.

This is the iron sleeve kung fu of Taoism, which is very similar to the water sleeve in Peking Opera. However, the power is I don't know how many times higher, Wang Yong once saw a person play this with specially made clothes, and the sleeves can be smashed into pieces at once.

The Dao-robed man was obviously much more advanced than that man's skills, and as soon as his sleeves moved, he heard the explosion sound continuously. If he really hit Wang Yong's wrist, Wang Yong's hand would be useless.

"You're not very kind!" Wang Yong sneered, dodging the iron sleeves of the big man in the Taoist robe, his body was crooked, and he instantly turned into a short man like Wu Dalang.

But his right foot was hidden in the short figure, and he kicked out suddenly.

This kick is weird and sudden, and the posture looks unsightly, but the actual effect is very powerful.

Listening to the sound of the wind, Wang Yong's toes collapsed into a straight line, like a dagger on his shoes, and kicked at the Taoist robe's big man dantian.

The anger between the eyebrows of the Dao-robed man became heavier and heavier. Because he felt that Wang Yong's attack was still too vicious, if he hit him, he would definitely destroy his qi, and his kung fu would regress by at least half.

But the big man only thinks about the bad of others, and can't see his own badness. The crow landed on the pig's back, and only said that the pig was black, but he didn't realize that his hand was quite black.

With a click, the big man's sword-holding arm shook like a python, and it instantly bounced to Wang Yong's shinbone.

The sword was not fully drawn, only a short section was ejected. But this small section has already taken on a rather terrifying lethality.

The cold light leaking out is daunting, and it is conceivable that the blade of the sword will cut Wang Yong's leg and directly cut Wang Yong's shin.

Hurriedly changed his moves, Wang Yong's body swayed on the ground, like a water lotus swaying in the wind, and was blown by the wind and became infinitely shy. The petals suddenly retracted, and countless leg shadows scattered in a virtual and real way, kicking the vital parts of the robed man.

"Insidious!" the robed man scolded.

The scabbard can only change direction and block the vital point.

Hearing only a sound, Wang Yong's toes kicked on the scabbard, making a metallic sound.

This move was obviously evenly divided, but the big man in the Taoist robe seemed to have suffered a loss, his face turned red, and his anger grew.

Wang Yong really couldn't understand why he was so hot-tempered even though he was a monk, even an ordinary worldly person.

"Do you have to force me to draw my sword again and again, using three indiscriminate moves again and again!" the Dao-robed man asked coldly.

It seems that once he draws his sword, Wang Yong will suffer.

Wang Yong stood still, glanced at the robed man, and said, "Do you think you are the only one who has a sword?"

The man in the robe was stunned, he didn't expect Wang Yong to answer like this. Subconsciously: "You also have a sword?"

Wang Yong smiled and did not answer.

Seeing Wang Yong's appearance, the man in the Taoist robe was angry for no reason. He suppressed the anger in his heart and said in a deep voice: "Since you also have a sword, that's just right! Others in the province say that I bullied you empty-handed! Take out your sword!"

Wang Yong shook his head: "I'm afraid that you won't fight me after you take it out." ”

"What?" the big man in the Taoist robe looked insulted with round eyes. "Are you kidding me? I am a dignified martial arts disciple, and all my kung fu is on this three-foot Qingfeng. I'm going to dare to fight you? It's just a joke! If you take it out, I'm not going to fight you, I'm your grandson!"

"Forget about the grandson, I'm not married yet, and I don't want to have more cheap grandchildren for no reason. How about we gamble on an object?" Wang Yong said with a sly look in his eyes.

"What is it?"

"You win, let me do whatever I want. If I win, you will give me the true copy of Li Jinglin's Wudang Swordsmanship Thirteen Styles. Remember, it's the real thing, not the rotten stuff that is out there. Wang Yong said.

This is Wang Yong's real purpose.

After recognizing the identity of the Dao Robe Han, Wang Yong deliberately angered the Dao Robe Han in order to coax the Dao Robe Han to make a bet with Wang Yong.

The thirteen styles of Wudang swordsmanship refer to the thirteen basic sword styles of Li Jinglin's Wudang sword. Including pumping, belting, lifting, gridding, hitting, stabbing, pointing, collapsing, stirring, pressing, splitting, intercepting, washing.

Of course, these are the basic moves that are widely circulated, and the real secrets that are not passed on to outsiders, although they are also included in the sword momentum of these thirteen moves, are not something that outsiders can figure out just by speculation.

As Li Jinglin's apprentice grandson, the Dao robe man must know the real Wudang Thirteen Styles.

The Dao-robed man glanced at Wang Yong, snorted coldly and said, "You have a lot of appetite, and you want my master's finale sword momentum when you come up." The world's swordsmanship practice is inseparable from these thirteen styles to the end, and almost all of Shizun's kung fu in his later years is included in these thirteen styles, and its value is immeasurable. Since you say it's a bet, what can you come up with with something of equal value?"

Wang Yong scratched his head, the words of the Dao robe man really stopped him.

Wang Yong only temporarily decided to Wudang Thirteen Style, where is there any preparation?

"If you really don't have it, you can gamble with your life. My Wudang sword book is worth your life, and you still earned it. The Dao-robed man said coldly.

In fact, the Taoist robe man didn't really want Wang Yong to resist his fate, or deliberately stimulated Wang Yong.

Who knew that Wang Yong suddenly clapped his hands, as if he really thought this idea was good. Nodding his head, "Yes, let's get started." ”

"Are you sure?" the Dao-robed man couldn't help but ask.

"Absolutely. Can you be a little more profitable? Verbose like a girl, bet or not to give a happy word!"

"You're a, bet, it's not my life anyway, why don't you bet?" said the robed man, pulling out the sword engraved with the word Sword Immortal.

Although this sword has a heavy reputation significance, it is also based on a real sword. The actual combat is definitely not low, not to mention that it was during the Republic of China, and the metal forging process was quite mature. The sharpness of the sword is definitely not inferior.

Sure enough, as soon as the blade came out of the sheath, I felt a burst of cold air rushing towards my face, and a dazzling light shot into my eyes, making people unable to open their eyes.

The Dao-robed man held the sword in his hand, and the momentum of the whole person also changed. was originally just a rough and rough man, but now he has become a sharp-edged ghost-killing Zhong Kui.

All the roughness evolved into a chilling sword intent, radiating out unscrupulously, squeezing Wang Yong's living space.

In Wang Yong's eyes, the Dao-robed man seemed to have turned into a swordsman who was as fast as the wind and invaded as fire. Unlike swordsmen and swordsmen, swordsmen's mission is to kill their opponents and achieve victory.

"Draw your sword!" the Dao-robed man's eyes widened and shouted at Wang Yong.

Wang Yong was motionless and said, "Don't worry about me, my sword will naturally appear when it should appear, don't bother." ”

"Look for death!" the robed man snorted and moved violently.

It's just a simple move, but it's enough to see the depth of the Han's skills.

The sword walks with you, carries the sword with the body, and the form and the meaning are in harmony with the divine form, the intention is in harmony with the qi, and the qi is in harmony with the god. In an instant, it became one, and it was no longer possible to tell which was the big man and which was the sword.

Brush brush, the sword blade of the Taoist robe swayed, from static to moving. Quiet like a civet catching mice, walking like a dragon out of the water, in motion, the hand is divided into yin and yang, the body hides gossip, and steps on the nine palaces.

In the blink of an eye, Wang Yong was shrouded in a cold light.

"Don't pull out your sword yet!" the killing intent in the eyes of the Dao-robed man gradually rose, and he asked again.