"Black Tiger Sword Technique!

The enraged young master went straight into the single sword, kicked the ground with his forefoot, and slashed horizontally towards Wu Ling, with a fierce momentum, wanting to kill him in order to save his self-esteem. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Wu Ling swept his eyes, and sure enough, the Black Tiger Sword Technique had traces of twenty-four broken hands, since this was the case, even if it was sharp, it could not compete with the knife, and Wu Ling had not practiced the Golden Bell Hood Iron Cloth Shirt, and the difference in the level of martial arts exercises was huge, no matter how you said it, it was all obvious, if you wanted to break through the bottleneck, you had to learn another set of advanced exercises.

But Wu Ling is different, in addition to the dragon that can't be cast, there is only this piercing fist left, oh no, there is also Guowu Sanda, which can be used to deal with an enemy at the level of a young master, isn't it enough to see?

There's no way, who called Wu Ling will only use these martial arts now, wear punches and punches, what if the level is low, if you don't touch your knife, Ben Shuai will still kill you.

The young master approached, the blade was only half an inch close to Wu Ling, I saw Wu Ling turn around, dodge the blade, throw a punch horizontally, relying on the pace of many years of sanda movement, not only dodged this punch, but also had a gap attack, the young master's first move has been swung, it is too late to put away the knife, I can only stupidly watch Wu Ling's fist approach himself bit by bit, and finally, the door was punched hard, flew out upside down, and hit the doorpost,

Although there is a gap in the level of martial arts, Wu Ling can almost practice piercing fists to the peak state, and if he wants to deal with the first weight of the Black Tiger Knife, he can still have the upper hand.

The young master wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth, and laughed at himself, "I was disturbed by you, I have to admit that you are a genius, and over the years, the geniuses who have died under my knife are really countless."

Wu Ling didn't respond to him, with a face of shame like disregard, he looked at Xi Ling, and only listened to Wu Ling, "Butler Xi Ling, although it is said that wearing fists is a low-level martial art, but even so, in the end, the greatest effect of martial arts is still on the person who uses it, today, I will let you see how low-level martial arts trample on his black tiger sword!"

Drink!

Wu Ling's words reverberated in his heart, and when he heard it in everyone's ears, it was called a refreshing one. On weekdays, these people who do chores in the gentleman's Yanmen or copy knives and cooks in the back of the courtyard are all low-status people, etc., they are all despised, there is no way, who calls this a world where the strong are respected, and the weak have no right to speak.

But it is these people, after hearing Wu Ling's words, that they become more and more sincerely worshipful, what's wrong with low-level martial arts, what's wrong with humble status, I was born with talent, today you ignore me, tomorrow I will let you not climb high!

This is Wu Ling's view of martial arts!

But in the eyes of the superiors, that's a different taste, what is the Black Tiger Sword that tramples on me with low-level martial arts, you kid is crazy enough.

The young master smiled, as if he was laughing at a person who didn't know the height of the sky, and he didn't say anything, picked up the black tiger knife, and slashed at Wu Ling from top to bottom.

"The Black Tiger Knife is the second heavy!"

Wu Ling was not in a hurry, relying on the foundation of Sanda, he walked back and forth beside the young master, more than a dozen rounds, the young master not only did not even touch Wu Ling's body, but also suffered a few violent beatings from Wu Ling, and his body was already hung with color, until the end, the black tiger knife in the young master's hand became more and more anxious, and the more he swung it, the more he lost his discipline, how could Wu Ling let it go easily, and he stepped across and moved towards the waist of the young master, and the heavy thing was a punch.

Seeing that the young master flew out sideways, and the black tiger knife also fell aside, Wu Ling no longer paid attention to him, walked straight to Xi Ling, carefully checked his injuries, and found that his internal organs were damaged, but after all, he saved his life, as long as he recuperated for a few days, he could recover, but his skills at that time were not as good as before.

After Wu Ling looked at the injury, he turned to face the young master, and saw that he was lying on the ground, showing no sign of reacting, and said, "It's not like this, will you die? ”

Wu Ling was about to get closer, but he never thought that the young master would actually cheat, and he jumped up with a pop and shouted, "Water Swimming Fist!"

Fortunately, Wu Ling is always ready, otherwise he will really be attacked, but this punch is extremely fast, and it can even be comparable to the peak of piercing boxing, isn't this gentleman like a knife, why is the fist more exquisite than the knife technique.

Not to be outdone, Wu Ling pierced his fists and came out, and slammed straight at the young master's fist, the two fists collided, and a dull sound rippled.

Buzz Buzz......

"I didn't expect that I would force you out of our Zhao family's martial arts, even if you die today, I won't let you get out alive, this is related to our secrets, this level of things is no longer something that ordinary people like you can understand, take your life!"

The young master seemed to be suffering from madness, and swooped straight at Wu Ling, waving his fists violently, with the addition of twenty-four broken hands, he was on par with Wu Ling's punching, which made Wu Ling more curious about the Junzimen, whether the Junzimen is a sect that makes swords, or a sect that plays boxing, and can fight with his own fists, unless it is the same state of cultivation to the extreme, this Junzimen is not simple.

The crazy young master, with long hair and a shawl, and blazing eyes, saw that Shui Youquan could only fight with Wu Ling, and immediately changed his martial arts, and a set of boxing techniques with the momentum of the west wind sweeping the fallen leaves was spontaneously born between his arms.

"Xiliang Fist!"

Feeling the breath like the west wind, Wu Ling secretly felt bad, this seemingly gentle fist wind, like the pleasure of the summer heat blowing on the body, but if it falls into half a point, it is estimated that it will be torn apart and smashed, it is really a domineering Xiliang boxing, which must not be ignored.

Wu Ling took a step back, pierced his fist and resolutely slammed forward, relying on the fist style that was born, Wu Ling was slightly closer to the young master. Wu Ling saw that the young master's face was ugly, and secretly thought that it was estimated that the young master was not proficient in Xiliang Boxing, and he was injured internally by the backlash at this time, it seems that if he wants to practice a set of martial arts to the peak, he does not have extremely high talent and understanding, but it will not work.

Although he said that, the young master wanted to kill Wu Ling at the cost of his life, but Wu Ling's only relying on the passage opened by the fist wind was not enough for him to have a bold space, and seeing that he was forced to retreat, it was really not a way.

"I'll see how long you can hold out. ”

Wu Ling continued to fight the young master with a fist-piercing fist wind, as long as the slightly cool breeze approached, Wu Ling would dissipate it, although it could not achieve a fatal effect, but it was finally able to weaken the young master's strength.

The young master naturally understood the reason for Wu Ling's insistence, so after he threw twenty or thirty punches, he gritted his teeth and burst out, and a sharper fist technique was displayed-

"Taihang Yiquan!"

Maybe it's the special effects that come with the game system, Wu Ling clearly saw a gossip-shaped light and shadow flashing, with incomparable strength, like a thousand catties of boulders rushing in, Wu Ling didn't have the power to parry for a while, so he had to call his breath, and put his whole body's qi and blood in his right fist.

I saw that Wu Ling was forced to retreat more than ten steps, his feet kept kicking the ground upside down, and finally he stopped standing slightly peacefully, at this time he felt a tingling sensation from his right fist, fortunately, at this time, the qi and blood were still enough to move on the fist, otherwise this punch should be useless.

This is also the first time that Wu Ling has felt the reality of the martial arts world of the rivers and lakes so far, he has always thought that this is just a game, and after he really experienced it, he deeply felt that life and death are only in a thought.

Wu Ling was fortunate to have met the young master, if it weren't for him, he would probably be confused for a while, but if the opponent he met at that time was a hundred times stronger than the young master, it is estimated that Wu Ling would have been lying down at this time.

Wu Ling shook his fists, clicked a few pain-relieving degrees, and calmed down the numbness, and then refocused on looking at the young master, Wu Ling knew that the young master's situation at this time was more than several times worse than his own.

The young master had a haggard face that had lost his vitality, half-hunched over, his arms were naturally hanging down, not under his control, swaying, the blood had already been stained with his fists, and the blood stains were sliding down the long arms from his shoulders, forming a staggered blood net, looking decadent, it seemed that the young master had reached the limit.

"Leave your name before you die, but with your last words, you should take it to Yama Hell yourself. Wu Ling said in front of him.

The young master gasped, his chest went up and down, and he looked extremely uncomfortable, "Zhao Zuo! In Xia Zhao Zuo, if you provoke my Zhao family, just wait to be hunted down and killed by the people of the whole sect of the Junzi Gate, although I am the young master, but the strength is at best the existence of the Tianzi Gate, and there are still a hundred people who are stronger than me in the Junzi Gate! You just wait to die, haha...... Poof, ahem. ”

Wu Ling shook his head, looked at the young master Zhao Zuo who spit out black blood, and couldn't help but smile indifferently, "There are many people who threaten me, the Junzi Sect is the oldest, come one, I will kill one, come a pair, I will kill a pair, if you anger me Wu Ling, I will destroy the entire sect of the Junzi Sect!"

Zhao Zuo didn't know if he heard Wu Ling's last words, but he saw that his eyelids had already closed, motionless, and he had already lost his vitality.

At present, the incident of Junzi Yanmen has finally come to an end, and just as Wu Ling wanted to turn around and leave, he noticed that there was an envelope on Zhao Zuo's chest in a pool of blood, and one corner of it was exposed, dressed in gold, not like ordinary stationery.

Wu Ling took out the letter and opened it neatly, although there was some blood stains on the letter, it would not affect the content of the handwriting, and look at the following content:

"The blood supply conference is about to begin, you will return as soon as possible, take the cards as a reference, and see the cards as if you see the sect - the door of the flow of killing!"

Wu Ling stood with his back in front of him, his thoughts were flying, what kind of blood supply conference? Seeing the card is like seeing the sect, this is related to the flow killing door, although Wu Ling is curious, but after all, the current task is to seize the door slasher, and the rest of the things are still ignored for now.

The gentlemen of Yanmen, seeing that the situation had subsided, all stepped forward to say goodbye, especially the handle Zhuang who was thrown out of the downstairs by Wu Ling was the first to rush up, kneeling on the ground with a poof, crying, and babbling and shouting apologies, which made Wu Ling helpless for a while, but seeing the people around him for a burst of joy and stability and peace, Wu Ling gradually felt as close to his family, this big world, finally met the right person, a feeling like family.

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