The fire foreman Tuo broke his backbone because he jumped off the cliff and broke his backbone, so he could only rely on this huge stone ball to move. His attack method is completely to use internal force to urge the rattan to attack.

Song Zhe was not flustered in the face of the powerful rattans, and his brain turned rapidly, dodging one rattan after another.

Bang!

A rattan stick was stuck in the rock wall, leaving a pothole the size of a bowl on it.

Jiuyang Divine Skill is worthy of being the most rigid martial art in the world, and the power is so terrifying, what kind of scene would it be if the fire foreman Tuo was in his heyday?

Song Zhe didn't dare to be careless, he pulled out the long sword on his waist, and performed Tai Chi swordsmanship, constantly resisting the offensive of the fire foreman Tuo.

"Humph! Jiuyang Divine Skill is nothing more than that, I thought it was such a great martial art? It seems that it was a mistake to choose to ask you to learn Jiuyang Divine Skill, or is the master's Pure Yang Wuji Gong better! Song Zhe shook his head and sighed.

The fire foreman Tuo was furious when he heard this, he controlled the rattan to intensify his attack, and at the same time, a faint phantory shadow appeared on his chest, forming a handprint, and a palm wind came towards him.

With the internal force released, it seems that he has cultivated his martial arts to an extremely high level over the years.

Song Zhe didn't dare to take it hard, he used the Tai Chi sword technique, and defused his attack with the ingenious means of four or two thousand catties.

Even so, if there is no strong internal force in the body to support, this time it will not be able to take over.

"You see, I've only been able to compete with you for three years, and in a few years, you'll be just a chicken and a dog in my eyes!" Song Zhe continued to stimulate him.

"Ahh Huangkou child, Hugh is rude! How can you imagine Jiuyang Divine Skill? If I hadn't been seriously injured now, I would have captured you a long time ago. ”

Song Zhe pondered for a while when he heard this, and said: "There is a way, what is the power of Jiuyang Divine Skill, you can completely teach me Divine Skill, I have practiced Pure Yang Wuji Gong myself, and I know this technique very well, and I am still a child, so I can cultivate Jiuyang Divine Skill to the fullest." ”

This can be regarded as a poor dagger.

The fire foreman Tuo is not stupid, he pondered it carefully, and probably understood what Song Zhe meant.

"Boy, I want to use the agitation method, it's kind of interesting. However, I promised you, I can give you the exercises, I want to see if Zhang Sanfeng's Pure Yang Wuji Skill is powerful or my Jiuyang Divine Skill is powerful! ”

Couldn't help but say, he separated a few vines and wrapped them around Song Zhe.

Song Zhe hesitated for a moment and did not resist.

Reluctant to let the child trap the wolf, in order to get the Jiuyang Divine Skill, the least danger still has to be paid. And he still has the biggest hole card in his hand, even if the fire foreman Tuo has bad intentions.

The fire foreman Tuo laughed maniacally, and the vines kept pointing on Song Zhe's acupuncture points, and Song Zhe now had a burning feeling in addition to severe pain.

All the meridians in his body were heating and burning, and a feeling of sudden enlightenment condensed in his heart.

"Hey, the kid's body is good, it looks like he can directly practice the Jiuyang Divine Skill to the ninth level at once!" The fire foreman Tuo was an anxious man, and seeing that Song Zhe's body could withstand it, he simply didn't do anything, and directly forcibly raised Song Zhe's skill to the ninth level!

Click!

A crisp sound sounded in Song Zhe's head, like the feeling of a chicken breaking its shell, and the internal force in his body, which originally belonged to a first-class master, won a big victory, and quickly broke through the original confinement and entered another realm.

"This is the pinnacle realm of Jiuyang Divine Skill? It is indeed worthy of the title of divine skill. Song Zhe said silently in his heart.

The fire foreman Tuo has already completed the transmission, "Haha, boy, the internal force in your body has been completely transformed into the internal force of Jiuyang Divine Skill, and the Pure Yang Wuji Gong you have learned is just the wedding dress of Jiuyang Divine Skill." How about it, now I feel the power of Jiuyang's divine skills! ”

Song Zhe sensed it carefully, even if he didn't fight Zhang Sanfeng, he knew that he was still a little worse than his master.

The accumulation of a hundred years is not a joke, where can only be made up for by three years of hard work and miraculous skills?

Song Zhe shook his head and said, "Jiuyang Divine Skill is indeed exquisite, if you and your master were born in the same era and cultivated together, your master is indeed not your opponent." It's a pity that the martial arts of Pure Yang Wuji Gong are more and more powerful the more you go to the back, with the master's ninety years of internal cultivation, even Dacheng's Jiuyang Divine Skill is not an opponent. ”

"You! Boy, you're lying to me, you're lying to me, aren't you? Hahaha, Zhang Sanfeng can't beat me! "The fire foreman Tuo has gone crazy, in fact, he has been crazy since the day he was defeated by Zhang Sanfeng.

If you are a person with a normal brain, who would jump off a cliff if you can't beat it?

Song Zhe shook his head, suddenly feeling that this was a poor person.

After enduring in Shaolin Temple for so many years, he accidentally obtained the peerless martial arts of Jiuyang Divine Skill, and thought that he would be invincible in the world, but he was slapped on the ground by Zhang Sanfeng, and the gap in his heart must be very big.

But what does this have to do with him?

Song Zhe turned around and planned to climb up the vine.

"You can't go, you haven't made it clear yet!" The fire foreman Tuo stretched out a vine and wrapped it around Song Zhe.

Song Zhe's eyes flashed with murderous intent, he has never been a good man and a woman, in order to survive, who has not killed? It's just that in the past three years of cultivation in Wudang Mountain, the overflowing murderous aura has been restrained.

This does not mean dissipation, but a kind of tempering, and now the murderous spirit is released, which is better than in the past.

"You!"

"Since you have jumped off the cliff and died, you should turn back into a dead man!" Song Zhe clenched his fist with one hand, the internal force in his body was running wildly, and he slammed into the fire foreman Tuo with a punch.

"Ahh The fire foreman Tuo shouted, and the phantom on his chest reappeared, sending out a palm wind.

The two attacks met in mid-air, accompanied by a violent explosion, and the stone ball of the fire foreman Tuo was torn apart. He was also lying on the ground like a mollusk, unable to move.

Song Zhe raised his palm and was about to end his life, but at this moment, two exclamations came from the cliff, accompanied by a loud "boom".

Zhang Wuji and Xiao Zhao, dressed in red, fell from above.

Song Zhe glanced at the fire foreman Tuo, didn't make any extra stops, borrowed a few times on the rock wall, and then threw a rattan to wrap the two of them together.

"Uncle Shi!" Zhang Wuji discovered the abnormality and looked up to see that it was Song Zhe.

"Uncle Shi? What kind of uncle? Xiao Zhao looked puzzled, she thought that she would definitely die if she fell off the cliff, but who would have thought that she would be saved by the young man in front of her.

Song Zheyi pulled the two closer with force, and asked out loud, "What's the matter?" How did you fall off a cliff? Is this what you are talking about today about Zhou Zhiruo? ”

Zhou Zhiruo is Song Zhe knows that she is the only woman in Wudang Mountain at present.