Section 7: Yuan 9

Just in the midst of this lightning and fire, a middle-aged scholar rushed into the venue, and the fingers of his right hand rushed out, just between the right palm of the Yin Feng Daoist and Yu Meng's body. Yin Feng Dao was also surprised, he changed his palm to grasp, and inserted it hard, but he didn't know that the other party took advantage of the situation, and actually hit his own "Shang Lian" and "Xia Lian"*** He shouted, covered his soft right arm with his left hand, and hurriedly jumped away.

"Okay!" Shi Bingchuan clapped his hands and said, "This hand is really unpredictable!" He tilted his head and saw Sun Yunhe actually standing up, only to say that he also admired the grappling hand of this middle-aged scholar, and said with a smile: "Mr. Sun, do you know what kind of grappling kung fu this is?"

Unexpectedly, Sun Yunhe seemed to be enchanted, and he didn't answer, just staring at the middle-aged scholar. Shi Bingchuan said it twice, but he still shouldn't, Shi Bingchuan felt a little bored, so he didn't ask anymore.

The Yin Feng Dao man stood firm and said calmly: "Who are you?" The people on the ninth side of Nangong also shouted: "That's it, who are you? Why did you break into the martial arts venue?" "He is from Nangong Yuan's side, they must want to fight two to one!" "Shameless!"

The middle-aged scholar didn't speak, he picked up Yu Meng, and was about to retreat into the crowd.

At this time, Yang Feng stood up and said loudly: "Nangong Yuan Gongzi, how should this game be calculated? Although Shicai did not stipulate that others could not enter, this person obviously disrupted this competition. ”

Shi Bingchuan argued: "Brother Yang's words are wrong, my son-in-law has already made it clear, this competition, to the end, look at that Taoist priest, since he has already taken the lead, how can he still kill him? ”

The middle-aged scholar was none other than Mo Junyan. He couldn't help but laugh secretly when he heard Shi Bingchuan's words: "This Shi Bingchuan wanted to put me and my sister to death a few days ago, but at this moment, for Nangong Yuan, he actually helped us say good things." Yu Meng also smiled coldly, obviously mocking Shi Bingchuan. She said to Mo Junyan: "Thank you for saving your life, are you?" Mo Junyan said in a low voice: "Senior sister, it's me." As soon as Yu Meng heard his voice, she recognized who he was. She hurriedly covered her lips and snickered: "Xiaojun, why did you suddenly become so handsome, poof, just a little old." ”

Yang Feng and Shi Bingchuan were still arguing: "Senior brother, what you said is wrong. How do you know that the girl didn't pretend to fall to the ground? This Daoist brother only made a move, but did not implement it, and his original intention was probably just to restrain the girl. "Hehe, Lao Yang, you're talking nonsense with your eyes open, who can't see that the black-robed Taoist priest's palm just now was full of all his strength?

"Okay, you don't have to fight anymore. Sun Yunhe had already sat down and said lightly: "The matter has come to this point, and it is useless to fight about who is right and who is wrong." The key is, in this game, who wins and who loses. ”

"Yes, it's better to talk about who wins and who loses!" Yang Feng said.

Shi Bingchuan said: "Not bad. One fell to the ground, the other hurt his hand, and it's hard to tell. I see, it's a big deal to have another game. ”

Yang Feng sneered: "Senior brother, if you judge like this, it is unfair, you Yuntai faction, are you so ignorant of conscience?"

"Old Martial Master Yang, please don't be impatient for a while, listen to Nangong Yuan's words. Nangong Yuan saw that Shi Bingchuan was about to return the favor, so he hurriedly stepped forward, pressed his shoulder, and said.

"This brother suddenly broke in and disrupted the progress of the competition, which is the responsibility of my Nangong Yuan. In this game, naturally my Nangong Yuan lost. Nangong Yuenlang said: "You don't have to argue anymore, let's start the third game directly." ”

After Nangong Yuan finished speaking, Sun Yunhe also immediately announced the result of victory and defeat. Mo Junyan was about to leave the field when he helped Yu Meng, but the Yin Feng Dao man suddenly stepped forward and said coldly: "Brother Tai Gao's surname, Yin Lao Dao is eighty years old today, and he is a baby, since he has suffered a secret loss, he always has to get it back." After this third competition, I will come and learn your master's tricks. ”

Mo Junyan didn't pay attention to it, Yu Mengzao said: "Accompany me at any time!"

At this time, Nangong Yuan and Nangong Jiu were both on the field, both of them used swords, Nangong Yuan made an ordinary green steel sword, only the end of the hilt was tied with a yellow sword spike, which was quite different; Nangong Jiu's sword was specially made, the sword body was larger and longer, and the hilt was about three inches longer than the usual, which was more suitable for holding with both hands.

It was almost time to apply, and it was the hour when the afternoon sun was at its peak. People can't help but raise their hands to block out some of the harsh light. The coolness of early spring is best for the warmth of the sun, but if it is a dazzling warmth, not everyone can accept it calmly.

"Ninth brother, your copper coin. Nangong Yuan threw his right hand and returned the copper coin from Nangong Jiu to him. Nangong Jiu didn't pick it up, but took a step back gently, letting the copper coin fall to the ground, making a crisp sound of "ding in the air".

"Your secret weapons are getting better and better. Nangong Yuan looked at the copper coin that fell to the ground and sighed. Nangong Jiu put up his sword, looked at the blade, and said lightly: "Big brother, you can say whatever you want." ”

"When you were a child, the last thing you liked to practice was hidden weapons. Nangong Yuan paused for a moment before saying, "That's right, because you don't think it's fair enough." Nangong Nine broad-bladed long swords lightly slashed, drew two empty circles, and said, "Then what?"

Nangong Yuan wanted to speak and stopped, but when the words came to his mouth, he still couldn't speak. He finally let out a long breath and shook his head, "Oh, that's it, it's nothing." Let's start, you move first. ”

"Well, there really isn't a need for so much red tape between our brothers. Brother, look at the move. Nangong Jiu swiped his hands, and the first move was "Guanghan Kyushu". The way he wielded the sword was like wielding a simple sword.

Nangong Yuan turned sideways to avoid the two sword arcs, and the green steel sword stabbed out flat. Nangong Jiu didn't dare to be careless, and walked diagonally with a horizontal sword. The sword wind is agitated, the sword qi is all around, and the two of them come and go, like a goshawk fighting a tiger, and like a spirit python fighting an eagle.

Nangong Jiujian is long and heavy, and every swing of the sword must have gusts of wind. Ruan Jin watched from the side, and said ashamedly: "The old man's name is 'Shifang Xuangang', compared with this kid, one side is not counted." ”

Nangong Yuan's long sword is gone with one blow, no matter whether the nine great swords of Nangong are pressed, touched, picked, or stabbed, he can always overcome rigidity with softness and unload the force lightly. Yu Meng carefully observed his methods and thought to himself: "This is his true ability, he really let me that day, he is better than me." ”

Nangong Nine opened and closed, Nangong Yuan lifted his weight lightly, and the two brothers' swordsmanship moves were exactly the same, but the techniques used were very different.

"Martial arts Changyun;'The sword goes black, and the sword goes white.'" That is, swordsmanship should be based on light and spirit, mostly from the left and right sides of the front to enter, rarely set foot in the middle of the palace. Looking at the Yuan Gongzi making a sword, it is exactly this kind of righteous way, and looking at the Nine Princes, it is like making a knife. Shi Bingchuan commented. "The sword is dead, the person is alive, if you can use the sword technique to use the advantage of the sword technique, that is the high realm of martial arts. Even though the ninth prince has not reached perfection, in Yang's opinion, it is not far behind. "Yang Feng is not to be outdone. The two of you, every word you and I say, are fighting for the masters of each family.

When Mo Junyan heard this, he suddenly recalled what Shi Xian said at the beginning, which confirmed the statement that people control swords. Luo Cailing was also thinking in his heart: "There are several changes in the technique of this Nangong Nine Envoy Sword that are somewhat similar to that widow. Mo and Yu had already retreated into the crowd and joined Luo Cailing, Yu Meng was sandwiched between the two big men, a little awkward, but fortunately, everyone was watching the confrontation on the field, and no one paid attention.

There was only one person, and although his eyes were fixed on the two people in the arena, the afterglow never left the three of them. It's like this wonderful competition, whether you watch it or not, it's all average.

"It's a good trick 'Baiyun out of Xiu', which happens to be anti-customer-oriented. "Hey, not necessarily. Look, the sword of the Nine Princes, with its strength to break through thousands of armies, is not lost in its ingenuity, which can be described as a great coincidence. "Shi Bingchuan and Yang Feng's fight is like being on the stage, and they don't give in to each other.

Yuan and Jiuduo fought more than 100 moves, and they didn't know whether they won or lost. Nangong Jiu was young after all, and he gradually became agitated, and the big sword dance became more and more urgent. As everyone knows, this is exactly what Nangong Yuan is doing, on the surface, it seems that there are Nangong Jiu's sword shadows on all sides, and Nangong Yuan can only defend and it is difficult to attack. In fact, what Nangong Yuan was waiting for was the gap exposed after the opponent's wanton attack, waiting for an opportunity to counterattack. Sure enough, Nangong Jiu rushed forward one after another, but Nangong Yuan found a flaw and was almost stabbed into the "Healing Air Pocket". He didn't dare to attack again, blocked Nangong Yuan's sword that slashed to his left arm, took three steps back, and turned to slash Nangong Yuan's lower plate.

The two of them fought faster and faster, and their moves became more and more dangerous, only to see that the two swords were as fast as lightning, and the outsiders were afraid that they would accidentally lose their moves. Even Shi Bingchuan and Yang Feng were shocked by the scene, and they didn't have the heart to quarrel with each other anymore. Suddenly, Nangong Yuan entered the middle palace on the left, Nangong Jiu arranged flowers obliquely on the right, and the two of them each made a move, Nangong Jiu's robe belt was cut off, and Nangong Yuan's sleeves were also cut. The crowd sighed: "He was not injured at any time. ”

The figures of the two slowed down, and they walked around the field, Nangong Jiu was already sweating profusely, and Nangong Yuan was also white gas on his head, although this trace has not changed a move, but if anyone is in step first, then they will definitely swallow the bitter fruit. Yuan, Jiu slowly handed over the move, although the situation seems to be much slower on the surface, but in fact it is relaxed on the outside and tight on the inside, not only in every move, there is a danger of life, that is, when it is loosened, it is also full of crisis, if anyone is a little negligent, the enemy will definitely take advantage of the worries to enter, teach you to die on the spot.

was fighting to the interval, and an exclamation disturbed everyone's heartstrings: "Oh no!

Nangong Yuan tilted his head and saw that it was his old housekeeper Nangong Ping, and hurriedly asked: "Uncle Ping, why are you so panicked, what happened?" Nangong Jiu was even sharper and asked, "Uncle Ping, what's the matter with the blood stains on your body?"

"Two sons, something is wrong! Master, master, he was attacked by assassins!!"

Nangong Ping choked up, his voice trembled a little, but the people who heard this sentence trembled even more. "What's going on?" "Who is it?" "What the hell is going on?"

"Don't mess around, everyone!" Nangong Yuan said loudly: "Uncle Ping, what the hell is going on, you talk slowly from beginning to end." ”

"It's the killer of the Star Picking Tower! Just today, when you were competing, you suddenly broke into the Zhuangzi!" Nangong Ping added: "Their landlord, the Great Brahma, is also among them!"

"Great Brahma!? Nangong Yuan was stunned and muttered, "Then, what about the father?"

"Master, master is seriously injured, I'm afraid I won't survive tonight!"

"What!" everyone was taken aback.

Nangong Yuan's hand holding Nangong Ping trembled violently, his eyes were red, and he turned his head to Nangong Jiu and said, "Ninth brother, you are so vicious!

"Big brother, are you crazy? What nonsense are you talking about!?" Nangong Jiu was also stunned and said loudly.

The brothers stared at each other, and time seemed to freeze. The heroes were even more restless, cursing each other. In the midst of the chaos, the sound of the flute came from nowhere, from far and near, clear and tactful, and it sounded into the Qingfeng Building in a moment, as if to tell all the people around the Qingfeng Building that time is still moving, just like this pleasant song is still flying.

It played a song "Three Alleys of Plum Blossoms", although it stopped after only one verse. The flute stopped, and the voice started: "Hahaha, don't you two all want Nangong Feifeng to die as soon as possible? Why are you pretending to be sad at this moment?"

No one knows who he is, no one knows how he got there.

All eyes looked at him, and they saw that the man was dressed in a green fine silk shirt, about twenty years old, with a thin face, beautiful eyebrows and eyes, a slender body, a bronze iron mask on his right cheek, and a green piccolo in his right hand. There seemed to be a breeze around his body forever, and his clothes were always lifting.

"Who are you!!," Nangong Jiu said loudly.

"Hehe, I'm Xun Shocking. The man in green smiled slightly. He smiled elegantly, slowly speaking word by word, with a very natural charm. "Isn't your Uncle Ping already very clear? Do you want me to repeat it again? I'm a person who doesn't like to pick up people's teeth. ”

"You bastard!" Nangong Jiu jumped hard and jumped up to the second floor of Qingfeng Tower, his light skills were only slightly inferior to Yu Meng, and much more clever than Chu Yaoke. He leaped again, raised his sword and slashed away. But Xun Feng turned his back on his back, and with a light touch of his toes, he dodged Nangong Jiu's sword.

"If you can catch me, even if you can. After Xun said shockingly, the figure had arrived in the venue, just like a ghost!" "I'll go first, you guys talk slowly." In just one sentence, the Xunfeng robe swept away, and the figure was two feet away in an instant.

"Stop him!" Nangong Yuan shouted. Only then did everyone react and rushed forward. But Na Xun didn't know what method to use, no matter how many people came, he could always walk by them casually, and many people ran into each other because they ran too fast.

Xun shook off all the pursuers, smiled at Nangong Yuan and Nangong Jiu at the far end, turned around, and disappeared in the depths of the forest in an instant!

Everyone sighed for a while, and Shi Bingchuan sighed even more: "People say that Xun's earth-shattering light skills are unparalleled in the world, and the old decay didn't believe it, but when I saw it today, it was really ...... Sure enough......" He wanted to say that his name was well deserved, but when he thought about it, these four words were indescribable, and it was only appropriate to say that they were terrifying.

"Mr. Sun, where has Mr. Sun gone?" Yang Feng turned around and suddenly found that Sun Yunhe, who was sitting in the middle, had disappeared at some point.

At dusk, people go to the empty building.

Where did Sun Yunhe go, and why did he leave suddenly?

Who else ran away like him?

Exactly: "Victory or defeat and wait for the sunset, the mountain rain is about to come, and the wind is full of buildings." ”