During this time, Zhao Yun was very proud or very proud, not to mention the Zhao family, it was as profound as the Li family of the Shangqing Palace, and the martial artists or Taoist priests who had reached the super-first-class level were almost all over the years. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Taoist priests are also human beings, and in the valley behind the Shangqing Palace, he obviously saw the envy, jealousy and hatred of many Taoist priests towards him, even if it flashed, he couldn't escape his senses.

Tonight, Zhao Yun was shocked, first the people from the martial arts hall here in the White Horse Temple, and five strong grandmasters jumped out.

Not to mention the one who was killed by himself in a daze, he only looked like he was in his thirties, and the three monks behind the sweeping monk were about thirty years old.

The guy in front of him, estimated to be twenty years old, has reached the super-first-class realm, not to mention, he actually knocked the master to the ground.

I can't help but say that the foundation of Buddhism is really powerful, and these people in front of him are definitely not all high-end combat power.

Zhao Yun had the heart to help his master up, but he was afraid that the four people on the other side would take the opportunity to attack him, and his father would be under great pressure alone.

"Zilong, the old man is fine." Tong Yuan has a lot of combat experience, and he immediately said: "Try your best to take down the new little monk as soon as possible, only he seems to have learned the martial arts of my Han people." ”

"Master, are you saying that those four monks are not my Han martial arts?" Zhao Yun was a little confused.

If the body poison or the people of the Western Regions are so powerful, why are the races almost exterminated, the Aryans flaunt their might on the South Asian subcontinent, and the people of the Western Regions are even more oppressed by the Xiongnu to the south of the Pamirs.

"No, their martial arts are a little weird, and the acupuncture points are not affected." Tong Yuan also felt very strange.

"Little monk, come here!" Zhao Yun didn't waste time, and hooked his hand at that guy: "My master has one enemy and four, even if you don't come, we also have three enemies and four, why do you want to sneak attack?" Come on, come on, we'll fight three hundred rounds! ”

"Sneak attack? I don't! Passerby A's face was blank: "He beat the hall master, and I beat him." ”

"Less nonsense!" Zhao Yun found that his mind was not bright, and he immediately squeezed and said: "You knocked down my master, I am his old man's apprentice, so I naturally want to seek revenge on you." ”

As he spoke, his men did not stop, and the sword attacked with a screeping of the sword.

Passerby A is in the White Horse Temple, although his talent for learning martial arts is very high, no monk has ever looked at him and regarded him as a fool, otherwise he would not even have a Dharma name.

Miscellaneous monks, it doesn't matter if they can't be called, some call him by his name, and some simply call him a fool.

Seeing Zhao Yun's sword light flashing at this moment, he hurriedly jumped back and shook his hands: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, I don't fight you, I can't beat you." ”

Passerby A couldn't control his breath, so he jumped far away, and when he arrived at the old man's side, he was very guilty: "Old man, I didn't know that I was so powerful, and I knocked you down." ”

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to help the old man.

"Then lie down!" Tong Yuan got up, and as for passer-by A, he was naturally knocked to the ground by him.

He immediately voiced: "Brother Meng, you take the eight of them and kill this group of warrior monks quickly, and Zilong and I will deal with these four people." ”

"Big brother, that's a super-first-class master, can you do it?" Zhao Meng hesitated, he still wanted to take Zhao Ren and the others to continue to press the formation.

"If you don't have combat experience, what if it's forty, let alone four? Hurry. Tong Yuan was a little anxious: "So as not to have too many dreams at night, I'll go up first." ”

Before he finished speaking, the person jumped out, and he beckoned: "Come on, come on, let's continue to fight!" ”

Without stopping, the sword was attacked.

"Bu Jiugong gossip!" Zhao Meng was a little apprehensive in his heart, but he immediately beckoned: "Let's kill these people first." ”

"Don't, boss." Zhao Ren was really kind: "This is a lot of lives. ”

"You talk a lot of nonsense," Zhao Meng said angrily: "The monks came from the poison of the body, where did the Han martial arts in them come from?" They were all snatched by destroying some warrior families. ”

Fortunately, Zhao Ren was just talking, and he and the other seven people were already eager to try.

Tonight is very aggrieved, usually they are on the battlefield, they are usually the protagonists, they have been watching the battle just now, and they have long been itching, and they have drawn their swords to greet the monks.

Zhao Xiao is a person who has led troops to fight alone, and he can't help muttering in his heart, how can these monks not look like people with combat experience, why are they as simple as chopping melons and vegetables?

But no, those monks seemed to be stupid, and they ran for a while at first, but they didn't see much consumption.

The sweeping monk known as the hall master was inexplicably sad and angry, and he had more than these people under him.

The warrior monk in front of him is almost a preparatory member of the martial arts hall, and he doesn't take people to kill people and set fires on weekdays.

Suddenly, a poisonous monk appeared, a guy who claimed to be Bodhidharma, everyone is in the same vein of Buddhism, and his martial arts are ridiculously high, even if he can't go a few rounds in his hands.

The high-level leaders of the White Horse Temple rejoiced and felt that it would be easy to dominate the Central Plains in the future.

Who knew that after Nadharma arrived, he often asked his elites to study, and he called it guidance, and when he went, he would beat the dog with meat buns.

Hearing a miserable cry in his ears, the movements of the four people were inevitably affected, and the monk was not like what they said after all, he abandoned his seven emotions and six desires, and his heart was very flustered.

Zhao Yun and Tong Yuan's hands did not stop, and the sword drew a cold light, and kept attacking the four monks.

Reading novels in my previous life, I always had such and such martial arts moves, and I only understood in this life, but it was just a joke.

Take swordsmanship as an example, the sword is used to kill, and the usage is to strike, stab, grid, and wash.

Strike, with the front end of the blade one to three inches is also called the three edges, short wrist shaking force such as striking the bell chime.

You can click up and down, and you can hit left and right diagonally or flatly. Among them, the tip of the sword is struck in the direction of the side of the little finger, which is called "forward strike", such as downward, left head strike, wrist strike and other actions; The end of the sword is struck in the direction of the side of the thumb as a "counterattack", such as hitting the ear, snapping the wrist, etc.

The stab is the flexion and extension of the arm, and the tip of the sword is used to reach any part of the opponent's body in the direction of the blade.

The horizontal plane of the sword body is a flat stab, and the vertical side of the sword body is called a vertical stab. Combined with the direction, footwork, and body of the sword, there are forward stabs, back stabs, independent stabs, jump stabs, air stabs, change hand stabs, turn stabs, chain stabs, etc.

Grid means to hinder, to block. Use the tip of the sword or the tip of the blade to pick off the opponent's attacking weapon.

Generally, it is divided into picking swords and hanging swords. The left hanging is in order, and the right hanging is inverse. The top is a cupola. The left pick is the left grid, and the right pick is the right or reverse case.

Washing includes flat washing, oblique washing, upper washing, and lower washing. In later generations of swordsmanship, the "washing" method has been replaced by swordsmanship such as teasing, carrying, pumping, intercepting, chopping, and sweeping.

Practicing the basics day after day, the sword is like an extension of an arm, and the purpose is naturally to kill the enemy.

Seeing that the monks in the field were killed by Zhao Meng and his eight brothers one by one, the sweeping monk was seriously sad and inexplicable, and the other three kept resisting.

Iron brooms, eyebrow sticks, and swords intersect, occasionally making a clanging sound.

Passerby A was in a hurry, although those people spoke coldly to him, but they were people he didn't know much, and they were all killed one by one, and now he can't even speak.

"If you win, will you not be able to make the final say in the temple in the future?" The sweeping monk saw that the combat power of the three under him was declining little by little, and he had to shout.

Tong Yuan's master and apprentice's sword was light and agile, and he walked away as soon as he touched the four of them, bringing wounds one after another, although they were not fatal, they looked bloody on their bodies, and even bleeding could make them hang up.

"Stop!" Six monks jumped out, and the old monk in front roared.

Zhao Yun and the others had long known that there were people watching next to them, so they kept their strength even when they were fighting, for fear that the enemy would attack.

At this time, there was no need to order, the master and apprentice attacked more urgently, and the four monks died in an instant.

"Why do you want to kill people if you want to stop?" If it weren't for their metamorphosis combat power, the monks would have done it a long time ago. The old monk in the lead was very angry.

He himself is a person in a high position, and it has become a habit to respond to every call at ordinary times, but he is suddenly disobeyed by others and is angry and angry.

"Who are you? If you say stop, stop, we are not your men! Zhao Yun glanced at it, not caring.

"Huangkou Ruzi, it's really annoying." The old monk had already hated everyone at the scene in his heart, and the corners of his eyes jumped: "The poor monk preaches the scriptures, and the master of the hall is wise and pure!" (To be continued.) )