Wudang kills gods, and the three leaders of the way of the sword, which is by no means in vain.

Chen Daozi's swordsmanship is not much worse than Zhu Liu, who specializes in swordsmanship, and with the blessing of the inner family kung fu of the Daomen, a sword is light and elegant to the extreme.

Xu Buling only had sword light left in his eyes, and he couldn't even see the sword, and when he retreated at full speed, he tightened his heartstrings, and forcibly dodged with his extraordinary perception, Rao was like this, and he hit three swords in a row, respectively under the ribs, shoulder, and left arm, and the sword blade was closed with a touch, and blood oozed out from the three wounds almost at the same time.

Zhongli Jiujiu's face was pale, but she couldn't even catch up with Ding Yuan, who was chasing and killing together, and she had nothing to do but look at it.

Sassy –

The twelve swords came out together, leaving three bloody wounds, but they were also allowed to avoid the key point.

In an instant, he withdrew more than three zhang, Xu Buling did not look back, and his backhand accurately caught the Ming Hong knife flying in the air, and his eyes suddenly changed, showing a little hideous:

"Ahh

The sword flashed in the wind and snow, and the white robe on his arm was blown apart by the strong muscles.

Xu Buling's retreat was suspended, his right hand was holding the knife, and he slashed with all his strength from back to front, pointing directly at Chen Daozi, who stabbed out the thirteenth sword.

Chen Daozi's eyes were slightly condensed, the sword in his hand stabbed out, and Xu Buling's knife would also fall on his head, and the two sides exchanged their lives for their lives. It was obviously impossible for him to exchange his life with Xu Buling, and he couldn't change it, so at that moment, the blade of the sword flipped and blocked horizontally in front of him, and the five fingers of his left hand poked out like a hook.

Ding——

The blade slashed down with the momentum of opening the mountain, and landed on the left and right of the hole pierced by the long lance just now.

The already mutilated sword could no longer bear the sharpness of the Ming Hong Sword, and it was split into two from it, and the blade continued to slash down towards Chen Daozi's shoulder.

It's just that Chen Daozi's left hand stretched out, firmly grabbed the back of the Ming Hong knife, and pulled it back, and at the same time, his right hand struck Wudang's signature stunt 'Wild Horse Mane', which was right in the chest.

Tai Chi is different from the Eight Poles, it seems to be soft and light, but the internal strength contained in it is not trivial.

Chen Daozi, as the contemporary head of Wudang Mountain, the general altar of the world's Taoist sect, has no one else in the world.

Xu Buling's chest and abdomen suddenly tightened, his eyes were bloodshot, and even his vision was blurred a little.

The tall body was bent into a curved bow that was about to break with a palm, and then shot backwards with a destring momentum.

But Xu Buling was by no means a soft-footed shrimp, and with a palm on his chest, he did not let go of the Ming Hong knife in his hand, but instead twisted the blade and slid to the wrist that grabbed the back of the knife.

A knife in the hands and feet of the martial artist is more serious than a knife in the back of the chest, and the tendons of his hand are cut, and he has to lose most of his combat effectiveness on the spot.

Xu Buling did not let go, under the huge pulling force, Chen Daozi was difficult to snatch the knife over, but was cut through the inside of the wrist by the sharp blade, and the wound was deep and the bone was visible.

The long sword has been broken, and it is definitely not possible for Xu Buling to hold the knife, and after Chen Daozi's right hand was shot out with a wild horse mane, he slapped it at Xu Buling's right arm again.

Because the force distance is too short, there is no lethality this time, but it is enough to shoot the Ming Hong knife out.

Bang –

After a muffled sound, Xu Buling flew out on the street for more than ten zhang before landing, and slipped out on the ground for more than a few zhang before he could grab the bluestone floor tiles with his hands and stop.

The remaining strength in his palm was still there, although he did not hurt his muscles and bones, but he also made Xu Buling spray a mouthful of blood on the snow.

Chen Daozi's left arm was bleeding like a note, the Taoist robe on his chest had been dyed red, but his face was as plain as ever, he strode forward, it seemed to be slow and fast, and in an instant, he came to Xu Buling's approach, his whole body was bulging, and his big sleeves were in the middle of the move, and the 'bird's tail' hidden in the sleeve hit Xu Buling's chest and abdomen.

Xu Buling's reaction was not slow at all, he just stood up from the ground, but he was as steady as Mount Tai as his feet rooted in the earth, his right fist was closed to his waist, and then he got up from the ground, and his fist blasted out like a cannon hammer, hitting Chen Daozi's palm.

The eight poles pay attention to the rigidity to the yang, and Wudang is best at overcoming rigidity with softness, so the palms and fists are connected, and there is no movement.

Chen Daozi's palm was attached to Xu Buling's fist, and the ring was pushed to his side like a moon, and his shoulder leaned towards Xu Buling.

Xu Buling has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and he has an understanding of hundreds of martial arts, and he may not be very proficient in it, but he knows a little bit about it. At the same time that Chen Daozi opened his fist and leaned over, he also took advantage of the situation and hit the mountain leaning over.

This time, it can be said that the earth is shaking.

The shoulders collided together, and the bluestone floor tiles on which the two of them were standing exploded, and the falling snow was lifted again, and the white robes of the Dao robe were torn into strips at the same time.

Fighting hard and brute force, there is no one in the world who can compare with Xu Buling.

Chen Daozi obviously suffered a loss this time, and his body was knocked out like rootless catkins and flew to the street behind.

But at the moment when Chen Daozi's figure flew out upside down, a sharp sword suddenly pierced out from between the shattered Dao robes and directly poured into Xu Buling's left shoulder, which he didn't have time to take back.

Boom –

The blade of the sword entered the flesh for nearly two inches, Xu Buling snorted, clamped the blade between his two fingers, tightened his shoulder muscles, and at the same time forcibly turned around and kicked a roundabout side.

Both sides were obscured by Chen Daozi, and Ding Yuan, who had just shown his figure from behind Chen Daozi, didn't have time to change his move with a sword, and the long sword broke on the spot, and then he was kicked in the chest.

Under the huge force, there was a crisp sound of bones cracking, and Ding Yuan flew back with Chen Daozi's figure, and a mouthful of old blood spurted out of the air.

Xu Buling pulled out the half of the sword blade on his shoulder, and he suffered too much to hit two, he turned around and rushed towards Yanqi River:

"Let's go!"

Zhongli Jiujiu was already about to jump to his feet, and seeing that Xu Buling was not in love, he hurriedly threw a large pile of bottles in his hand to the street, then jumped on the roof, and ran towards the Yanqi River.

Chen Daozi was knocked out, but he still didn't lose his balance, and after falling to the ground lightly, he strode forward again, without turning his eyes, raised his hand and shook the slightly tattered sleeves of his robe, and easily rolled up a few small porcelain bottles that were thrown over, and then threw them forward.

Sassy –

The porcelain vase turned into a sharp blade and stabbed directly in the back.

Xu Buling couldn't wait to take a few hits away from Jiujiu's buttocks, but he didn't have time to speak at this time, leaned over to avoid the porcelain bottle, galloped to the side with all his might, and jumped into the Yanqi River in winter.

The porcelain bottle exploded, but fortunately, Zhongli Jiujiu was a little discerning, knowing that it couldn't poison Chen Daozi, and what he threw was just itchy powder.

After Xu Buling fell into the river, he clicked on the icy river surface a few times like a dragonfly, and ran downstream at a very fast speed.

Chen Daozi, as the master of the inner family, Wudang's signature Tiyun Zong was perfect, and he followed effortlessly.

The swordsman Ding Yuan was hit twice in a row, obviously suffering internal injuries, gritted his teeth and got up and ran to the river, jumped into the river and ran a few steps, and then fell into the river because of his internal instability.

The river was only knee-deep, unable to swim, and there was too much resistance to running in the water, so Ding Yuan had to watch the two figures go away.

Xu Buling galloped on the surface of the water, although there were several wounds on his body, but the most deeply injured was Chen Daozi's palm, his chest turned over the river and the sea, and he still hasn't pressed it down, his heartbeat is different, and even breathing is a little laborious.

Chen Daozi was also uncomfortable, his left wrist was bleeding profusely, his right shoulder was hit hard, and he could clearly see the slight twitching of his right arm, which was obviously a contusion.

The two chased each other on the river in the Shentang Valley, as fast as a galloping horse, but in an instant, they ran out of a distance of more than two miles, and Zhongli Jiujiu and Ding Yuan fell behind and disappeared.

Chen Daozi breathed for a long time, his speed did not decrease at all, and he hung behind Xu Buling.

Xu Buling gradually slowed down, as if he was exhausted.

One is fast and the other is slow, and you can be caught up in no time.

But when the two of them were about three feet apart, Xu Buling, who seemed to be at the end of the crossbow, suddenly stepped on the boulder that exposed the river.

The boulder tilted and shifted on the spot, and Xu Buling, who was in a broken white robe, jumped back with his strength, and raised his hand to hit Chen Daozi who rushed over with an elbow.

When Chen Daozi saw the boulder on the surface of the river, he was on guard in his heart, and when he saw Xu Buling erupt violently, he jumped high from the surface of the water, trying to fly over Xu Buling's head, and at the same time stepped on Xu Buling.

The way to break the trick is to predict the opponent's tricks in advance, so as to respond in advance.

Chen Daozi can think of how Xu Buling attacks, and Xu Buling can naturally think of how Chen Daozi can defend.

Xu Buling, who flew out, gave up his elbow attack at the moment when Chen Daozi jumped up, raised his hand to grab it upward, buckled Chen Daozi's right ankle, and then slammed it into the water.

Smack-

Chen Daozi's whole body turned into a whip and smashed into the biting cold river water, until it smashed a pit in the mud and sand at the bottom of the river.

The waves are splashing, the Yanqi River is as clear as a mirror, and the center of the river has smashed a thirsty hollow.

"Give me death!"

Xu Buling's forehead was bruised, he grabbed Chen Daozi's ankles with both hands, and with a strong waist and abdomen, he pulled out Chen Daozi, who had just been smashed into the water, and smashed it into the river on the other side.

Only this time, there was no more splashing sound.

Chen Daozi, who was swept into the air, obviously oozing blood from the corners of his mouth, kicked the tip of his shoe on Xu Buling's wrist twice in a row, kicked away the hands that grabbed his ankles, and the whole person flew forward under the action of inertia, landed on the water and hit a few water drifts, until he completely unloaded his strength before getting up again.

Chen Daozi didn't continue to rush over this time, and after glancing at Xu Buling, he stepped lightly on the water and fled into the distance.

Pedal Pedal –

In the crisp sound of treading water, Chen Daozi gradually drifted away.

Xu Buling's eyes were blood-red, and he chased a distance in the water, and only after noticing that Chen Daozi had run away did he stop and scolded angrily:

"Come on the! The stinky bull's nose on the dog day, and Wu Kui, I'm bah! Lao Tzu saw you and hit you once......"

Chen Daozi didn't seem to hear it, and his back disappeared at the end of his vision in the blink of an eye.

Xu Buling panted like a cow, waited for a while, and saw that after no opponent chased him, it was difficult to support it, he looked down at the wounds on his body, and wiped his face with the cold river water in his hand, then he sat down in the knee-deep river water, and floated downstream along the river, and he didn't bother to get up......