Chapter 133: Turning Blood Fingers

The sword is like a jade flute, and the whip is like a spiritual snake.

At this moment, everyone in the audience looked at the competition on the stage, whether they were optimistic or not, they all nodded subconsciously.

Obviously, whether it is Wu Ji's swordsmanship or Shen Xingyun's whip technique, it is remarkable.

"Senior brother, who do you think they will win this time?"

A disciple of the Kongtong Sect beside Ling Xiao asked in a low voice.

His name is Qin He, and he is the seeded player of the Kongtong faction this time.

"It's hard to say right now." Ling Xiao shook his head, "It seems that Wu Ji is at a disadvantage now, but"

While! While! While!

The sound of gold and iron resonating suddenly sounded.

Wu Ji's sword light Huo Huo, Shen Xingyun was also full of whip shadows, on one side was the sound of the flute, and on the other side was the spirit snake spitting letters, making a slight sound.

It's just that although the jade flute sword technique is good, in terms of lethality, compared to Shen Xingyun's white bone whip method, it is undoubtedly inferior.

But seeing Shen Xingyun shaking the white bone whip, he transformed into countless spirit snakes, each of which happened to be wrapped around Wu Ji's sword shadow.

Immediately afterwards, Shen Xingyun's arm was raised, and the spirit snake wrapped around Wu Ji's sword shadow instantly contracted, and the fierce power immediately surged up from within the long whip, and wave after wave of energy was like a tumbling wave, and the stamina was vigorous.

Bang bang bang!

The shadow of the sword dispersed, and the whip was nowhere to be seen, only Shen Xingyun's white bone whip locked Wu Ji's iron sword.

"Now it seems that the big picture has been decided." Qin He said.

"Not necessarily." Ling Xiao said meaningfully.

Qin He was puzzled, "But why?" ”

"Read on and you'll see." Ling Xiao didn't answer him

"If you admit defeat now, I can still let you go." Shen Xingyun was holding the victory, and the corners of his mouth were slightly curled.

"That's how you eat me?" Although Wu Ji's iron sword was locked, he still said unhurriedly.

"Can you still turn the tables?" Shen Xingyun pursed his lips unscathed.

"It is not known who killed the deer." Wu Ji looked at him deeply and smiled.

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead." Shen Xingyun saw that he was already interesting enough, Wu Ji still didn't get in, he was suddenly angry, and shook his whip, and in an instant, the sword body suddenly trembled, making a continuous trill, Wu Ji's hand trembled slightly, his body shook, and it seemed that he was about to get out of his hand in the next moment.

It's just that what happened next seemed to be a bit unexpected for him.

The iron sword did fly out of his hand, but it was not what he imagined, but Wu Ji did what he planned, and he didn't struggle at all, and gave up directly.

Only a choking sound was heard, and the long sword fell on the ring.

Shen Xingyun noticed a strange smile on Wu Ji's face, and his heart sank.

Then I saw Wu Ji stretch out his fingers and flick it, and with a soft snort, a thin force shot out, coming towards his chest.

At this time, it was really beyond the reach of the whip, and it was too late to return to help, but although Shen Xingyun was the best at the white bone whip, he was not without skill.

But seeing that he was in danger, he pointed out with his left hand, and a faint scarlet vigor flourished, and the finger power that Wu Ji popped out was dissolved.

And Wu Ji took advantage of this time, but he also took a step forward, came to the front, clasped his thumb and index finger, and opened the remaining three fingers slightly, his fingers stretched out like an orchid, and gently flicked towards his right wrist.

But since he didn't have a blade in his hand, he would inevitably suffer, so he had to fight with him in close combat, and the whip originally belonged to the Qimen weapon, and if you want to use it, you must open and close the range.

But as soon as Wu Ji made a move to brush the acupoint, Shen Xingyun suddenly felt that his wrist was numb, and his hand holding the whip was light, and he almost couldn't hold it, and he was shocked.

Before he could think about it, his left hand suddenly pointed out, and the enemy would be saved.

Wu Ji also does not dodge or dodge, his shot is elegant, his bearing is leisurely, and his fingers are like a spring orchid.

Boom!

When the two fingers touched, both of them were shocked, especially Wu Ji, who only felt that the qi and blood in the palm of his hand had dissipated a lot at once, and he was shocked.

In fact, this is also what he doesn't know, Shen Xingyun's finger has a name, called the blood finger, practiced to perfection, and can turn the entire flesh and blood of a person out with one finger, although it is a bit exaggerated, but it can also be seen that the power is extraordinary.

I heard that the founding patriarch of the Skull Gate used this trick to biochemical an opponent with flesh and blood, leaving only a white bone, hence the name of the Skull Gate.

But these powerful martial arts, it is easy to practice without that, although there are some quick methods, such as the Nine Yin True Scripture, but it is also easy to be restrained, for the disciples of famous schools, this is not advisable.

Therefore, although Shen Xingyun has practiced the blood finger, it is only a superficial one, even so, Wu Ji does not dare to take it lightly, and secretly thinks in his heart, it seems that he still has to use another set of plans.

On the other hand, Shen Xingyun also felt that Wu Ji was difficult, and pointed out, not only making the blood finger useless, but also making the acupuncture points on his hands vibrate, making it difficult to exert force, it seems that he still has to rely on the white bone whip, Shen Xingyun thought.

Both of them felt that hand-to-hand combat was not a good idea, so they stepped back in unison.

Wu Ji took the opportunity to come to the place where the iron sword fell, hooked his foot, and the long sword came into his hand, while Shen Xingyun also stepped back and waved his whip.

It's just that this time, Wu Ji didn't give him a chance and made the first move.

As soon as he made a move, everyone was surprised, because his speed and attack were better than Ying Tiancheng's life-killing sword technique.

Shen Xingyun was taken aback, and didn't dare to slack off at all, the white bone whip had turned into countless shadows in his hands, and the spirit snakes flying all over the sky were densely packed, lying in front of Wu Ji, at a glance, he couldn't tell which one was the real whip, and that one was a phantom, it seemed that every one was real, and it seemed that all of them were phantoms, which was dizzying, difficult to extricate himself, and seemed to be unable to splash water.

And Wu Ji's state at the moment is a little weird, his face is full of demons, and the swordsmanship of his shots is not only unpredictable, but also abrupt, and his moves are unconventional, completely unexpected, and fast.

At the moment, he is forcibly using the sword technique to ward off evil spirits, so it is not only demonic, but also strange.

After Ying Tiancheng performed the life-killing sword technique that day, Wu Ji had a new understanding of the evil sword technique, although he did not practice, but the mystery was in his heart.

At this moment, it is also unpredictable, but it is okay for a short time, but after a long time, it will definitely flow backwards, and the meridians will be broken, and the body will die.

Dangdang!

The long sword stabbed out again and again, the bone whip and the long sword were intertwined, and the demons danced wildly.

Gradually, Shen Xingyun couldn't support it, the world's martial arts were invincible, only fast and unbreakable, Wu Ji showed it, and it really achieved miraculous results.

Sometime when! With a tremor, the white bone whip was swung open, and with a stabbing sound, the long sword stabbed through its ear, bringing out a trace of black hair and a trace of blood.