Long Ye was cut off on the spot, which was equivalent to being killed by one move.

Many people set their eyes on the master, their expressions were a little complicated, Long Ye's physical condition was completely unable to do anything, and the head simply let Long Ye die.

For the Qingshan Sect, this outer disciple has no merit and hard work, and it also has a lot of effect, and it is a pity to die.

The dustless Taoist squinted slightly, the position of the station was different, and the way of thinking about the problem was also different, Xia Worm could not speak to the ice, and his thoughts were probably only clear to a few old guys watching the battle on the roof of the Taoist Temple on the side.

Five old Taoist priests stood on the roof in the wind, respecting an old guy with white hair in the middle, and looked down with calm eyes.

If you just look at the vicissitudes of old age, it will be hard to believe how these five old guys climbed up.

Qingxu saw that the other party was passing by in the air, and suddenly knew that it was not good, turned around and shook his robe, and the silver needle that had just converged shot out again.

Yang Chen grabbed Long Ye's neck sideways, and the silver needles hit Long Ye's body, and as soon as he raised his knee, he hit Long Ye's spine directly, and with a 'click', Long Ye's torn throat burst out again A pool of blood, and the whole person flew out.

Qingxu grabbed Long Ye with his arms and looked at the injury, and immediately knew that he was hopeless.

Long Ye tightened his sleeve, hysterically but couldn't make a sound, only the torn wound on his neck was bleeding, revealing a pleading look to save me.

Qingxu stared at Yang Chen angrily, the achievements of martial artists need to be accumulated over time, and it is not easy to cultivate a few promising disciples, looking at the other party's behavior of forcibly breaking into the mountain to kill people, his own disciples have obviously been reimbursed, which is equivalent to cutting off his own wings.

His arm shook, and Long Ye fell to the ground, twitching on the ground.

Xiao Yue'er, who was leaning under the telephone pole, bit her lip tightly, and the man finally fulfilled his promise and helped him avenge the murder of his father.

Xiao Yue'er burst into tears in an instant, silently comforting her father's spirit in the sky......

For Yang Chen, helping Xiao Yue'er take revenge is only one of the reasons, fighting with Qingxu is the key, since the head of the family dares to let Qingxu and himself be private, this Qingxu is definitely not simple.

Yang Chen couldn't figure out the depth of Qingxu, in case the two of them were in a state of stalemate, the critical moment of Longye would be enough to kill him, so he had to get rid of the uncertain factor of Longye, and now he could fight with Qingxu with peace of mind.

In a flash of eyes, the two of them hedged almost at the same time, and the two figures were like fierce tigers wrestling, each with a palm to test the depth of the other.

'Bang' The two of them palmed each other, and at the same time they were shocked back a few steps, Yang Chen obviously took two more steps back than Qingxu, and his skills were obviously a little inferior to the other party.

Xiao Yue'er under the telephone pole, a heart suddenly rose to her throat.

The Dustless Dao Leader bowed slightly, this disciple finally did not disappoint himself.

Qingxu laughed fiercely, and found that the so-called King of Freedom was nothing more than that, an arrow bounced up, and kicked out a dazzling footshadow head-on, covering Yang Chen's whole body.

Yang Chen's hand swiped on his waist, and several silver needles had already ejected from his hand.

The shadowless phantom foot was broken, the void was closed in the air, and the robe dragged in his hand was to guard against the opponent's hidden weapon, shaking his arm out, and the tail end was stirred up like an umbrella, and all the silver needles were collected by 'fluttering and fluttering'.

The Dao robe shook again in his hand, and immediately twisted it into a cloth stick, smashing it at Yang Chen's head.

Outer kung fu can be directly driven into sticks by internal force, and the power is stronger, which is the difference between the two.

Yang Chen quickly avoided it, the shadow of the stick whistled past, and where he was standing just now, the stone slab suddenly 'banged' and shattered, shaking up a cloud of dust.

"I'll see how long you can hide." Qingxu let out a cruel smile, and his toes were messy, almost elegantly chasing Yang Chen.

The stick moves with the body, swings closely, points, inserts, sweeps, picks, throws, soft and hard, and can also turn and attack, both to protect the body and attack the enemy.

The stick was like a thunderbolt, forcing Yang Chen to dodge again and again, and he could hardly find a chance to make a move.

"Good!" A group of Qingshan disciples applauded, and they were sincerely amazed by this exquisitely played cloth stick.

The dustless Taoist put his hands on his abdomen, and began to show a calm and relaxed look, bowing his head slightly from time to time, this disciple can be regarded as giving him a long face.

Yang Chen, who was moving and dodging, was secretly frightened, he had heard Yang Wei comment on the world's martial arts, the Qingshan faction was known for its Qingshan swordsmanship, heart-destroying palms and shadowless feet, and he had never heard of it and was proficient in stick techniques, especially the cloth sticks that were difficult to practice.

After a while, Yang Chen faintly saw the shadow of the Shaolin stick method from it, and couldn't help but secretly exclaim, saying that the world's martial arts are out of Shaolin, it seems that it is not unreasonable.

Yang Wei once said to him that in the martial arts, basically all sects and factions have famous skills, or fists or feet or palms or swords, but Shaolin martial arts, not the strongest, but the most profound and profound, like a treasure trove of martial arts.

Shaolin is not famous for any single martial arts, but each sect has it, and Shaolin has it. Book 6 bar

Fists and feet, swords, guns, swords and sticks, can be described as martial arts from head to toe, and martial arts of various cold weapons, all of which are involved in the classics, you can find any aspect of martial arts you want to practice, as long as you are willing to spend hard work to practice, any one can become your famous stunt.

But it is precisely because Shaolin martial arts is too broad and profound that no one can practice all the Shaolin stunts, and people's lifespan and energy are always limited.

Most people think that 'the world's martial arts out of Shaolin' refers to the best meaning of Shaolin martial arts, but this is actually a misunderstanding.

There is no best martial arts in the world, only better martial arts, and the strength of kung fu also varies from person to person, and the true meaning means that Shaolin kung fu is the most extensive.

Yang Chen has been abroad for so many years, and he used to just listen to Yang Wei's talk on paper, but today he can be regarded as personally experiencing the extraordinary power of the senior Jianghu sect in China.

In foreign countries, the traces of keeping pace with the times are too deep, and he can break into the reputation of a free king in the underground world, not completely by how good his kung fu is, and he doesn't even have the opportunity to show all what he has learned in front of guns, but by his wide connections.

The same is true of the three kings' lanterns and bouts, and the first family even has few people to play tricks.

Because everyone knows that flesh and blood can't compete with hot weapons.

Yang Chen only realized today that he was a little arrogant, no wonder he had to suffer.

I used to feel disdain for these old stubborn Qingshan who used swords and swords to fight against hot weapons, but at this time, there was a sense of awe in my heart, it is precisely because of these old stubborn existences, with fists and feet as the foundation to maintain the existence of a sect, the inheritance of martial arts can continue.

After figuring out the routine of the Qingxu cloth stick, Yang Chen faintly became a little enthusiastic, it turned out that Yanxia was the place that really allowed him to show what he had learned and continue to improve.

It must be known that the martial arts inheritance of his free school is not vegetarian, otherwise how dare he know that there are tigers in the mountains and prefer tigers in the mountains, so he naturally relies on it.

The internal force of the whole body accelerates, and it instantly reaches the limbs and hundreds of remains.

Xiao Yue'er, who was biting her lip and worrying under the telephone pole, suddenly saw Yang Chen's footsteps in a mess, and his figure was like a shadow, bouncing and dodging like wisps of green smoke, and it was difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake.

The Xiaoyao faction really teaches martial arts and learns the body method, and returns to the cloud body method!

On the roof of the Taoist temple, the old man who was watching the battle with white hair and cold eyes, his eyes were open, and his eyes were full of light, staring at the unstable body.

An old woman beside him who was a little rickety turned around and asked, "Master, the disciple is clumsy, I have never seen this kind of body method, could it be that this is the true martial arts of the mysterious and free sect?" ”

The old man's eyes flashed and said: "I don't know if it's the true martial arts of the Xiaoyao Sect, but more than a hundred years ago, when I was at the age of high spirits, I fought with a person, and he used this body method, which is very weird and difficult, and the dustless disciple is only afraid that there will be trouble." ”

The four old guys on the left and right looked at each other, more than a hundred years ago, wasn't that still in the Qing Dynasty?

Yang Chen, who had been dodging and evading the figure, began to reverse the bullying into the stick shadow, and began to fight back.

Qingxu was taken aback, and suddenly the shadow of the stick was like a swift wind, angry in all directions, but he was repeatedly forced to defend his body by the ethereal and ghostly figure.

"Let go!" Yang Chen's sonorous shouts of fighting spirit sounded.

Qingxu's wrist suddenly hurt into the bone marrow, and Yang Chen's five fingers had already locked his wrist and twisted it violently, about to forcibly twist his wrist.

The cloth stick suddenly couldn't be grasped, and it flew into the sky, and as soon as its strength disappeared, it immediately stretched in the air into that Taoist robe.

Qingxu's cultivation and reaction speed are not comparable to those of Ying Bing.

Seeing that the other party was about to break his wrist, he followed the direction of the twist, turned over and unloaded the twisting power, and kicked a series of phantoms in the air with both feet.

The Shadowless Phantom Foot Jedi counterattacked, hitting Yang Chen's face and chest in a row.

Yang Chen also had to let go of his tightly fastened wrists, kicked his feet on the ground, and quickly floated backwards, his skills reached his whole body, and he could be described as light as a swallow.

This series of confrontations made a group of junior disciples of the Qingshan Sect dazzled, and both sides of the battle fought back.

They advocate martial arts and take pride in martial arts, which is why they worship the Qingshan Sect as Taoist priests.

Yang Chen's strange body method and clear void impromptu response made them experts fascinated, and they couldn't help but ask themselves if they were clear and empty, how would they resolve it?

Xiao Yue'er's little three-legged cat kung fu, the Tao is still diving, only dazzling, and she hasn't seen what happened in the moment just now.

The Dustless Daoist's gaze began to become solemn.

As soon as the two warring people separated, Qingxu shook his painful wrist, and with a 'chok' sound, he pulled out the matching sword on his waist.

A cold light chased Yang Chen, his wrist flickered, and the tip of the sword bred a little cold star in an instant, like hundreds of poisonous snakes spitting out letters, biting Yang Chen's whole body.