The Nine Great Sects sent you to sing and I appeared, which can be described as an unprecedented event in the rivers and lakes for decades.

Of course, the people of Shaolin and Wudang basically did not end up in the first two days, and the other seven major sects all had people who went to the ring to show their skills, and the most showy of them was Ren Madman of the Huashan faction.

On the third day, the Shaolin Temple sent a Ming Fei monk to defeat Ren Manixia. And Wudang's Senior Brother Miao went to the ring at the instigation of Senior Brother Yang, and the monk Mingfei had to withdraw, and the Shaolin Temple replaced the monk Mingkong. The monk Mingkong is about a year old, short and slender, holding an eyebrow stick, made of pure black iron, dark and shiny.

Stick, has always had the title of the ancestor of a hundred soldiers. Easy to learn but difficult to master, ten thousand people make sticks, and there are only one or two who can make it powerful. Throughout history, the most famous person who made the stick was the Bodhidharma Patriarch of Shaolin Temple. So far, the world's stick law is ten, seven points are in Shaolin, and three points are in the rivers and lakes.

And the monk Mingkong learned the world-famous Dharma stick method.

This set of stick methods originated from Bodhidharma's personal transmission, and after thousands of years of precipitation, it has reached the realm of returning to the basics, that is, the emphasis is not heavy.

Monk Mingkong held sticks in both hands and pointed at Senior Brother Miao from afar. The eyebrow stick is not long, as the literal meaning is, and the length is just the same as the person's eyebrows. Even so, it is still longer than most matching swords. One inch long and one inch strong, so Monk Mingkong is not afraid of Senior Brother Miao's preemptive strike.

Senior Brother Miao also looked solemn, although he thought that his swordsmanship was not weaker than others, he would never underestimate anyone.

What's more, the monk Mingkong is from Shaolin Temple, although he is not famous in the rivers and lakes, but he can be sent to participate in the Huashan Sword Debate and rush to Moyunling to deal with the battle of the righteous demons, which is enough to know that his strength is also a top existence in Shaolin Temple.

Senior Brother Miao practiced the Taiyuan Sword Technique, one of the Wudang Peerless Studies.

"The Hidden Dragon of the Abyss"

"The Wind Rises and the Waves"

As soon as he made a move, he made two consecutive sword moves. Suddenly, the cold light shrouded the whole body of the monk in the bright sky.

Monk Mingkong took a long breath and shouted: "Look at the stick!"

The sound is like thunder, deafening!

Senior Brother Miao saw that although the monk was short, only five feet, his arms seemed to be far longer than ordinary people, and the whole person was like an old ape in the mountains.

This stick struck out, instantly shattering countless sword lights.

If Senior Brother Miao hadn't put away his sword in time, he would have been afraid of colliding with this stick. It is conceivable that the long stick made of black iron is ready to strike a blow, and the power must be infinite, and the long sword may be damaged.

Before Senior Brother Miao could change his moves, Monk Mingkong suddenly appeared on his right side, and the Qi Mei stick swept across. Senior Brother Miao didn't think about it, and hurriedly cast the ladder cloud vertical of the Wudang Sect, stepping into the void step by step, as if he was stepping into the clouds.

And Monk Mingkong seemed to have expected Senior Brother Miao to dodge like this, and the Qi Mei stick in his hand stabbed upwards suddenly. Just like the monkey that is making trouble in the heavenly palace, holding a golden hoop stick, it seems to poke a few holes in the sky.

Senior Brother Miao's face remained unchanged, and when he jumped up, he thought that Monk Mingkong would make such a move. Before the long stick could reach him, he had jumped several feet high.

I saw his extremely vigorous flip, from top to bottom, stabbing towards the Mingkong monk even faster than when he came. This stab is actually a bit similar to Taibai Swordsman's "flying stream straight down 3,000 feet, suspected to be the Milky Way falling for nine days".

If Monk Mingkong also jumped into the air to chase after him just now, this sword would definitely not be able to dodge. But the monk Mingkong is extremely steady in everything he does, not seeking merit, but seeking no fault.

So he wasn't fooled at all, Senior Brother Miao's sword backstabbed, his movements were faster than that of an ape, and he immediately flashed to the side, without looking at it, and the Qi Mei stick in his hand was another "sweeping army". Senior Brother Miao's long sword landed on the King Kong marble in the ring, and it rebounded directly, just narrowly avoiding the stick of the monk Mingkong.

The two of them went back and forth, tried each other a few times, and both deeply realized that the other party was a fierce rival.

The people around the ring were also terrified, and neither of them was famous in the rivers and lakes. But as soon as he made a move, it made people feel unfathomable, worthy of being a master from Shaolin and Wudang. Some people couldn't help but look at the Dry Nest Dao people, what kind of heaven and earth list made by the Heavenly Machine Pavilion was completely fooling those people who had just entered the rivers and lakes.

The people of the Dry Nest Dao are old and fine, and of course they know what those people mean when they look at him with strange looks. changed to someone else, and at this time I was so ashamed that I couldn't see anyone, and I couldn't wait to find a crack in the ground to drill down. But the old god of the Dry Nest Dao was there, and he didn't feel embarrassed at all, but said in his heart: "If it weren't for the sudden death of Commander Lu, why wouldn't this be the case?"

And those old fritters in the rivers and lakes can naturally understand the Dry Nest Dao people, if the Lu Commander won the Taibai swordsman Su Nisheng, and the Dry Nest Dao people have Jinyi Wei as the backstage, they will naturally be able to include all the masters in the rivers and lakes one by one. But after the death of Commander Lu, the Dry Nest Dao people had no backstage, and there were too many people or too many forces in the rivers and lakes who did not buy his Tianji Pavilion's account.

Even if he had the heart, he didn't dare to include all of them on the list.

"Dao Chief, do you think which of the two of them can win?" Bai Xiaofeng on the side asked in a low voice.

The withered nest Taoist glanced at Bai Xiaofeng and grinned: "I can't see the old way." After speaking, he looked Bai Xiaofeng up and down, and said "tsk" twice, seeing that Bai Xiaofeng's scalp was numb for a while.

"Dao Chief, what are you?"

"Your Tsing Yi Building has never been so high-profile before, first Lingyin Temple led the masters of various factions to besiege and kill Liu Mingsheng, and this time I came to participate in the Huashan Sword Debate, isn't it a change of landlord?"

The words of the withered nest Daoist made Bai Xiaofeng slightly stunned, and he couldn't help but flash a figure in his mind, that person was wearing a cold and solemn bronze mask all the year round, revealing only two cold eyes.

When Bai Xiaofeng was puzzled by the words of the Dry Nest Daoist, Senior Brother Miao and Monk Mingkong in the ring had already divided the victory and defeat. Monk Mingkong had a slight advantage and smashed the sword in Senior Brother Miao's hand.

After Senior Brother Miao retreated, his face was ashamed, and he said to everyone: "Let the junior brothers laugh, this Shaolin Temple's Dharma stick method really deserves its reputation, and Senior Brother is not this person's opponent." After speaking, he retreated to the back of Zhao Shi's body.

A trace of suspicion flashed in Zhao Shiquan's eyes, in his mind, Senior Brother Miao's ability should be more than that. I just thought so in my heart, but I comforted Senior Brother Miao a few words. hurriedly went to the ring again, the Wudang faction lost a game just now, and it must have to win back a game.

Everyone was shocked when they saw Zhao Shiquan on stage.

Huashan's sword discussion was originally to elect the leader of the Righteous Path Alliance, and in the hearts of everyone, the choice of the leader of the alliance was none other than Shaolin or Wuzhong. Otherwise, the other sects will definitely not accept it.

In this way, the leader of this alliance was also produced among Zhao Shiquan and Mingjue Monk. At this time, Zhao Shiquan went to the ring, didn't he say that the battle for the alliance leader was imminent.

What the other sects didn't know was that the Nine Great Sects had already discussed it, and the Huashan Sword Debate would only be held for three days. After all, so many people are on the top of Huashan, and food, clothing, housing and transportation are quite troublesome. Therefore, in the first two days, the people of the seven major sects took turns to show their kung fu and deter the heroes, and on the third day, Zhao Shiquan and Monk Mingjue divided the victory and defeat, and led everyone to Moyunling to make an appointment.

Sure enough, as soon as Zhao Shiquan came on the field, the Mingkong monk immediately got out of the ring, and the Mingjue monk in a yellow monk's robe stepped into the ring.

After the two sides gave the salute, the monk Mingjue held the ring knife and recited "Amitabha"!

One step out, like walking on a lotus flower, falls in the eyes of everyone, really like an Arhat descending to earth. Angry, the ring knife in his hand fell, and it ignited a blazing white flame.

"This is one of the seventy-two unique wood-burning knife techniques of the Shaolin Temple?" someone exclaimed.

"It shouldn't be, haven't you heard that Master Mingjue will also use this knife technique?" Everyone in the rivers and lakes knows that the monk Mingjue is proficient in two Shaolin Temple masters, one is the Great Compassion Palm, saving the suffering and saving the suffering, and the Great Compassion. There is also a thousand-handed Rulai seal, which is called "the holy hand of great compassion" by the people of the rivers and lakes.

I don't want to, the monk Mingjue actually has such a unique sword technique, and his attainments are far higher than the Yuanxing monk of Lingyin Temple, and he is worthy of being the famous Arhat Hall master of Shaolin Temple.

"Look at that sword qi, blazing white as a flame, Master Mingjue's attainments in this wood-burning knife technique are as perfect as if they were in full swing. Those who saw it instantly understood that the attainments of the wood-burning knife technique of the Mingjue monk were no worse than his own two masteries.

And Zhao Shiquan bore the brunt of the attack, and before the sword light arrived, he already felt a heat wave coming. The long sword in his hand shook, it was the Nine Palaces Serial Killing Sword.

A sword stabbed out, and several sword shadows were derived, all of which fell on the ring sword.

Everyone looked at it, only to feel that the entire ring was full of Zhao Shiquan's sword light, and finally merged into a sword. The icy long sword was fearless of the blazing white flames on the ring knife, like a comet hitting the earth, and it collided with the ring knife in the hand of the monk Mingjue vigorously.

Seeing that Monk Mingjue was about to be submerged in the shadow of the sword, suddenly he seemed to have a few more arms, which were afterimages. It was the monk Mingjue who used the thousand-handed Rulai seal to perform the wood-burning knife technique, and suddenly the sword light swept away the sky.

The scorching flames erupted suddenly, like long snakes, from the grass.

Where did Zhao Shiquan think that Monk Mingjue would actually integrate the Thousand Hands Rulai Seal and the Wood-burning Knife Technique, how amazing and brilliant this is. I felt a heat wave, and the flames came to my body, and I hurriedly stepped back.

He retreated, and the monk Mingjue took advantage of the situation.

One step into the air, high down!

The surface of the knife is as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the scorching sun, and the flames on the knife body are getting more and more intense!

On the other hand, Zhao Shiquan, the light refracted by the blade just shone on his eyes, and the dazzling light made him involuntarily close his eyes slightly!

"Not good!" Zhao Shiquan exclaimed in his heart.

This Mingjue monk is worthy of more than ten years of crisscrossing the rivers and lakes, and he will use the natural environment to influence the opponent, and Zhao Shiquan will be in danger without checking for a while.

A knife fell, but there was not a trace of wind.

It's a pity that to the disappointment of Monk Mingjue, Zhao Shiquan's long sword seemed to have eyes, and there was a crisp sound of "ding", hitting the blade. The swords collided, and the two changed their moves at the same time.

Zhao Shiquan stabbed the monk Mingjue's lower body with a sword, while the monk Mingjue protected the vital point with a horizontal sword. But he knew that his wood-burning knife technique was far less fast than Zhao Shiquan's Nine Palaces Serial Killing Sword, and the only way was to respond to all changes with the same and defeat the enemy later.

Zhao Shiquan stepped on the direction of the Nine Palaces, as if there were several figures trapping Monk Mingjue in the center. The sword light is one ring after another, and the monk Mingjue is like the immovable king, and the soldiers will block the water and cover the earth. The two of them have made a hundred moves in a row, after all, the monk is older than Zhao Shiquan, and he is afraid that he will be exhausted of his true qi if he goes on like this. After blocking Zhao Shiquan's sword, his other hand suddenly waved out.

"Great Compassion!"

Like a lion's roar, the sound moves the four wilds!

With a palm strike, the air flow was stormy, as if forming a billowing white smoke. Under the agitation of true qi, it was created out of nothing, and the gaseous state became liquid.

This is worthy of being the most rigid and yang palm in the world.

Zhao Shiquan's expression changed, and his left hand hurriedly slapped him.

"Boom—"

The two true qi surged, and a huge wave of qi burst out, rolling like thunder, and the eyes of everyone around were full of shock!

And Zhao Shiquan only felt as if a big mountain was crashing into him at high speed, and the huge force shook him out. His chest was tight, and a mouthful of blood rushed to his throat. "Oh no, it's going to fly out!"

Suffering internal injuries is not a big deal, what is worse is that Zhao Shiquan found that if he didn't exert his strength again, he would be shocked out of the ring by this palm force!

His eyes opened and closed, and his light flashed.

"Feathered Flying Immortals—"