"First round!"

Ling Hu Chong picked his left leg and kicked the table away, and then the long sword stabbed sharply, the tip of the sword buzzed and trembled, and it was uncertain, which had already shrouded several key points on Wu Youliang's upper body. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Good swordsmanship."

Wu Youliang praised, his heart seemed to be happy and afraid for a moment, and the next moment he had suppressed all his emotions, and slashed out, the blade tore through the air, and slashed towards the tip of the long sword.

Boom!

Really hit!

Second Brother Wu's heart trembled, and he suddenly felt a little urgent.

However, it was this moment of trance, Ling Hu Chong's long sword buzzed and trembled again, turning into several cold lights again, Wu Youliang hurriedly dodged back, but his chest and abdomen were cold, and his clothes were torn.

Wu Youliang scolded secretly, with a flick of his wrist, he slashed the tip of the sword with a single knife, blocking the sword momentum.

Linghu Chong's body retreated and advanced, and the long sword circled a half-arc, from the bottom to the top, and stabbed at the place where Wu Youliang's eyebrows were.

The sword stabbed extremely quickly, but the long sword did not tremble or roar, pulling out a white line in the air, and a tragic aura that seemed to be there was nothing around it.

"Medium!"

Wu Youliang slashed out a single knife again, still unchanged, just a heavy slash, fast and accurate, with no difference between the tip of the sword, and then the single knife flipped, and then slashed the tip of Ling Hu Chong's sword again, sealing his back move.

It was in the middle of nowhere.

"Medium! Middle! Middle! ”

Every time Wu Youliang shouted, a single knife flipped over, and he slashed the tip of the long sword three times in a row.

Ling Hu Chong only felt that the strength of the sword body's countershock was stronger and stronger every time, like five huge waves surging, and his palm was hot as if it was being burned by fire, so he had to withdraw his sword momentum.

After the seven knives were chopped, Wu Youliang didn't feel that his arm was sore at all, but it was a little warm, as if there was a hot air breeding, wandering uncertainly, faintly swimming to the shoulder and arm, and settling towards the chest and abdomen.

Without waiting for Wu Youliang to study carefully, Ling Hu Chong killed with a sword again, and in less than ten breaths, the two of them fought quickly and dismantled more than 20 moves.

These more than 20 moves, Ling Hu Chong each move is different, the sword momentum is heavy and light, fast and slow, and suddenly cold and starry, suddenly simple and simple, extremely full of the danger of Huashan swordsmanship, and Wu Youliang only uses the sword method in the splitting trick, but this splitting trick hides the strength of the waves, shaking the mountain and other luck methods.

Another sword exchange, Ling Hu Chong could no longer control the sword momentum, revealing a flaw, and was stabbed by Wu Youliang to the heart.

"Brother Linghu, concede." Wu Youliang took a step back and said with a smile.

"Second round."

Laugh at! Laugh at! Laugh at!

Ling Hu Chong first took three swords in a row, one sword was sharper than the other, forcing the second brother Wu to slash three times in a row, and then take three steps back.

……

"Brother Linghu, concede."

"Humph!"

……

"Brother Linghu, I promised again."

"Humph!"

Ling Hu Chong's face was ugly, "Brother Tian is good at swordsmanship, my skills are not as good as others, and I am convinced." ”

"Huashan's swordsmanship is indeed exquisite, but Brother Fox can't wait for it, so I can't help but feel a little regretful."

As he was talking, Wu Youliang suddenly felt a heat in his lower abdomen, and then his whole body shook, as if there was an infinite huge force surging, and even his breathing was a little thicker.

"You are the notorious flower thief Tian Boguang?" Suddenly, a figure swayed, swept in front of Wu Youliang, and asked loudly.

"Who are you?" Wu Youliang glanced at the man, it was a little Taoist.

"Chi Baicheng, the disciple of the Taishan Sect Sect in charge of the Tianmen Zhenren, let me ask you, are you Tian Boguang?" The little Taoist priest asked again.

"So what?" Wu Youliang slammed with a single knife in his hand.

A man with the ability is naturally confident, and if this ability is force, it is even more so that the strength is high, and the confidence is enough.

After three sword competitions, Wu Youliang knows the power of this sword technique, and the attack and defense are orderly in the spirit, even if he lacks the experience of walking alone for many years against the enemy, he may not be afraid of the second- and third-rate masters, and a little internal breath settles in the dantian, the sword technique is more powerful, and the little Taoist wants to seek death, he is ruthless under the knife.

"It's me who wants to eliminate the harm for the martial arts!" The little Taoist priest shouted, and immediately drew his sword.

Wu Youliang stabbed backhanded, the knife flashed, and the last hair came first, the little Taoist priest just raised a starting hand, his chest hurt, his eyes were dark, and then he was unconscious.

"Tian Boguang, do you dare to kill my Taishan sect disciple?" As soon as the little Taoist priest fell, the middle-aged Taoist priest jumped in.

"What, can't you kill it?"

Just as the middle-aged Taoist priest drew his sword angrily, the single knife in Wu Youliang's hand was slashed out, and five or six slashes were made in an instant, one knife was faster than the other, and one knife was heavier than the other.

The thirteen-style knife technique of flying sand and stones was fully exerted, and it really gave birth to the momentum of a storm of sand and dust blowing on the Gobi for thousands of miles and sweeping everything.

It's just that the heat around Wu Youliang's body is getting cooler and colder sharply.

Laugh at! Laugh at! Laugh at!

The sound of tearing clothes kept sounding, and a few wisps of blood splashed out of the knife curtain, and then fell back, as if being sucked by the light of the knife, flying up and down, more and more blood, and the silver-white knife ring was gradually dyed red.

The middle-aged Taoist priest waved his long sword, and kept retreating, moving and jumping, but he couldn't escape the aperture of the sword, and he was about to be cut alive.

"Brother Linghu, it's unkind to take out the sword behind your back." Wu Youliang's back was a little cold, obviously his clothes had been torn, if he retreated slowly, he was afraid that he would be red, at this moment, his eyes were filled with a fierce light, and he really moved to kill.

"Wuyue Sword Sect, the same qi and branches, I can't stand by and watch, Brother Tian forgive me." Linghu pointed at the long sword and made a sword gesture.

"Brother Linghu, you are merciful with this sword, and you should spare the bull's nose under the sword, but the next time you meet it, you can't blame you for being ruthless under the knife."

Wu Youliang's gloomy face suddenly returned to calm, and it was he who suddenly realized that although Ling Hu Chong's sword was a sneak attack, if the sword momentum was one point faster, and the tip of the sword was one point higher, it would kill him, and it was obvious that the latter was merciful.

And Huiyanlou is close to Liu's mansion, it is already a place of right and wrong, if he inherits the skills of thousands of miles alone, it will be safe, but he is a Xibei goods, and he is afraid that he will really not be able to leave for a long time.

At the moment, Wu Youliang walked down the second floor step by step, every step he took, his mind was condensed, and he didn't dare to relax a little, for fear that he would not quit this wine and meat monk suddenly killed, and a crescent moon shoveled him, fortunately, until he went out of the main gate of the Yanlou, he was safe.

……

A month later, an inn in Fuzhou City, the first room of Tianzi.

Wu Youliang was sitting cross-legged to breathe in and practice qi.

These days, he specializes in knife techniques, and he has realized a mental method from the knife method.

Thousands of miles alone this knife method, hit more than a dozen times, people not only not tired, but comfortable muscles and bones, hit dozens of times, all over the body, especially the shoulders, arms, waist and other parts, there are wisps of hot air wandering uncertainly, and the breathing will also change, become long, dense, not a trace of urgency.

It is a mental method derived from the knife method.

It's a pity that this is a side-by-side martial art.

However, this kind of martial arts has a fatal flaw, that is, when it is practiced to a certain level, it will be shackled, and no matter how hard it is practiced in the future, it is difficult to make an inch, and the authentic internal strength of the Xuanmen is theoretically endless.

Like the Condor world, why doesn't Zhongshentong practice the Nine Yin True Scripture, and he is not allowed to practice the disciples, in addition to protecting them, the main reason is that his martial arts of the Quanzhen Sect and the Nine Yin True Scripture are in the same vein as the Taoist, and the same origin is the same, but the latter is more subtle and profound, if the martial arts can't be practiced at home, what face is there to practice the Nine Yin True Scripture, and if you can practice it at home, an innate skill is enough to practice until the day of death.

……

For another hour, Wu Youliang only felt that his lower abdomen was a little swollen, so he stopped breathing and was silent.

This month, he practiced the knife technique diligently, and breathed and breathed with the qi training method derived from the knife technique, not only the muscles and bones were strong, and the strength was greatly increased, and the lower abdomen dantian was even more circling wisps of hot air, sometimes going up the chest and arms, sometimes wandering the waist and legs......

Wu Youliang sat quietly for a while, took out a robe from his arms, looked at the first layer of the key to the beginning of the robe, and couldn't help but show a complex and subtle expression of longing, hesitation and other complex and subtle expressions on his face.

If you want to practice divine skills, swing a knife from the palace.

So, do you practice or not?

Even if you can't practice the flawless swordsmanship to ward off evil spirits, you can practice a little, and there is always the benefit of practicing a little.

If the sword technique can be fast, and the body technique can also be fast, then the power of killing the enemy in battle is enough to increase several times.

In the original play, Lin Pingzhi practiced the swordsmanship of warding off evil spirits, his body was like a ghost, and his swordsmanship was like light and electricity, even if his internal strength was mediocre, he still tortured and killed Yu Canghai.

However, the sword technique of warding off evil spirits is practiced in the body of a man, and after dozens of moves, the blood will surge, and there is no way to continue, and if you force it again, you will be burned with desire.

Therefore, if Wu Youliang wants to cultivate, he must at least have a superior internal strength and mental method to nourish his qi and return to the source, relax his muscles and invigorate his blood, otherwise, he will inevitably hurt his body and qi in the future.