Inside the Iron Fist Gate, the soldiers were ringing, the figures were flying, and the screams were endless, as if they were in a mess. In the smoke and dust, two figures one after the other, the speed was very fast, and they reached the front of the gate in only three or two clicks.

"The old thief is gone!" Zhang Wuyi suddenly exerted his strength, his feet were in the air, and a golden goose swept through Jiang Liuxiang's head and stopped in front of him.

Jiang Liuxiang's face was gloomy, her eyes widened, and she said viciously: "Boy, do you really want to be my enemy?"

Zhang Wuyi snorted coldly: "You are insidious and cunning, cold-blooded and ruthless, even your own teacher dares to do it, and keeping you can only bring disaster to the world!"

"Hmph, I only know that the winner is the king, and the loser is the loser, if you want to keep Jiang, you have to see your Excellency's ability!"

Zhang Wuyi saw that the claws were fierce, and he didn't make a hard connection, he only turned sideways slightly, and the direction of his feet changed three times, and he unloaded the opponent's claw force.

Jiang Liuxiang missed one claw, and then immediately turned his claw into a palm, slashed in the void, leaned forward with his body, and sent a palm to Wuyi's chest.

Zhang Wuyi sighed "Huh" and thought, "What kind of martial arts path does Jiang Liuxiang make?" It's not like the 36th style of the Iron Fist!"

That night, Ximen Shuang broke into the Lang Yushui Pavilion at night, and Liu Ao and other disciples fought hard, and the two sides made the moves in the thirty-six styles of the iron fist, since the practice of the Taiyi Sutra, Zhang Wuyi is very sensitive to martial arts moves, just look at it once, you can remember a rough idea, but at the moment, like Jiang Liuxiang's claws and palms alternate martial arts road is definitely not the thirty-six styles of the iron fist seen that night.

Zhang Wuyi carried out the pure yang true qi, and while carefully dismantling it, he secretly paid attention to it, but saw that Jiang Liuxiang's tricks were strange and unpredictable, and they were much more clever than the thirty-six styles of the iron fist.

In the blink of an eye, the two have dismantled more than 50 moves, Jiang Liuxiang was shocked, he knew that Zhang Wuyi's martial arts were good and not easy to deal with, so he made a move on the Liuyun palm method, this set of palm techniques is hundreds of years ago, a set of palm techniques that shocked the rivers and lakes, it is rumored that those who practice to the great success can lead to the changes of wind and thunder, unpredictable, and infinitely powerful.

Back then, Jiang Liuxiang was ordered to worship the Iron Fist Gate, potentially beside Ximen Leopard, and before leaving, the sect master of Xuanyin Sect ordered Wang Zhi to personally teach him the secrets of the Liuyun Palm Method.

"I can't imagine that I have practiced the Liuyun palm technique for nearly ten years, and I still can't help him?" Jiang Liuxiang was secretly frightened, you must know that this set of palm techniques has a deep origin, and it is rumored that the Xuanyin Sect thieves dug up the tomb of King Wu under the Gusu Sword Pond, but right now, after dismantling so many moves, the other party is still calm and relaxed, and there is no defeat at all, on the other hand, he is out of breath, and he is almost unable to support it.

Zhang Wuyi's mood is empty, the spirit platform is clear, and his mind is evolving the moves used by the other party one by one, he is quite interested in this set of palm techniques, he only defends and does not attack, that is, he wants Jiang Liuxiang to fully display the palm technique, so as to steal the master from it. After dismantling these dozens of tricks, Zhang Wuyi obviously knows it well.

Just as he was proud, he suddenly heard Ruoxian shouting urgently: "Brother Wuyi, quickly take down this thief!"

Hearing this, Zhang Wuyi was stunned, then came back to his senses, let out a long roar, and his right hand reached out with a claw, and then turned into a palm, and attacked Jiang Liuxiang directly.

Suddenly, the wind danced, there seemed to be a faint thunder roaring, where the palm power passed, the sand and stones danced wildly, and the air waves were monstrous, and its power was several times stronger than that of Jiang Liuxiang.

It is true that martial arts in the world have different paths to the same end, Zhang Wuyi has pure yang true qi to protect his body, and it only takes a breath to learn the martial arts in the world, and it seems to be the same, comparable to his decades of work, which is why the Liuyun palm technique he stole is even more powerful than Jiang Liuxiang's.

Jiang Liuxiang saw that what the other party was doing was also Liuyun's palm technique, and he was immediately shocked to close his mouth, but the current situation was tense, and he couldn't afford to be distracted, but the other party's palm was too fast, and he came to the front in the blink of an eye, and it was too late to avoid it at this time.

"Bang, bang"

Two loud bangs, the real qi danced, carrying a monstrous dust and roared, and then, with a muffled snort, Jiang Liuxiang's whole body was like a kite with a broken line, and was lifted upside down by the residual strength of the qi wave, and fell to the ground fiercely.

With a "poof", Jiang Liuxiang splashed out a mouthful of blood, her eyes were about to split, and she stared at Zhang Wuyi deadly.

Zhang Wuyi took advantage of the situation to retract his palm, and then exhaled a heavy breath of turbidity, and sighed: "I didn't expect this palm technique to be so powerful, I don't know where this thief learned it." He paused step by step and approached Jiang Liuxiang.

In the main hall, Ruoxian and Duan Yu led Liu Yidao and others to take down all the cronies and disciples brought by Jiang Liuxiang, which can be described as a complete victory, and after a little counting, they rushed towards Wuyi's side.

Jiang Liuxiang saw that the general trend had gone, and his heart sank suddenly, and his expression finally revealed a trace of panic.

"Thief, why don't you hand over the antidote to Qiling San's drunkenness?" Ruoxian Jiao snorted and stepped forward to look at Jiang Liuxiang.

Jiang Liuxiang smiled bitterly, her body trembled, and then she coughed up a mouthful of blood, and said coldly: "If you want to kill, you have to listen to the venerable, but do you want an antidote, hum, no!" After finishing speaking, he closed his eyes tightly.

"You're ......!"

Ruoxian was immediately furious when he heard this, and raised his jade hand, ready to slap him on the head, but he slapped it halfway through and took it back.

"No, you can't fall for this guy, he wants me to kill him with one palm now, but if he dies, the people in this hall have no antidote, and they can't hear the movements of the Xuanyin Sect from his mouth" Ruoxian's heart turned sharply, and he finally held back his anger and didn't start.

Jiang Liuxiang saw that the other party didn't make a move, opened his eyes and mocked: "What's the matter? Scared?" In fact, he expected that the other party would not dare to start, this strange spirit three drunken scatter is a strange poison in the world, if there is no antidote, it can't be solved at all, in this hall, almost all of them have been poisoned by the three drunken spirits, if they die, where will they find the antidote?

In a stalemate, I suddenly heard Ximen Shuang shouting urgently: "Sister Ruoxian, Zhang Shaoxia, come on, Brother Feng, Brother Feng, he can't do it!"

Zhang Wuyi and Ruoxian were shocked when they heard this, and hurriedly came to Ling Weifeng's side, but when they saw that his face was pale, his anger was like a gossamer, and there was a trace of blood spilling from the corners of his mouth, and he was about to die.

"How can this be? Brother Ling, he ......" Zhang Wuyi was puzzled, everyone was drunk and scattered by Qiling San, why was it only Ling Weifeng who was so serious.

Ruoxian sighed and said helplessly: " Brother Wuyi, don't you know, Brother Ling, he first got drunk by Qi Ling San, although this poison is strong, it is chronic, it will not kill people immediately, it will only make people lose their martial arts first, and then slowly weaken to death, but Jiang Liuxiang, a thief, is scheming, it is really hateful, he knows that Brother Ling has a deep affection for Sister Ximen, so he deliberately said the matter of the two of them becoming a husband and wife to his face, stimulating Brother Ling, causing him to be angry and his heart was damaged, which made the poison of Qi Ling San's drunkenness attack early, I am afraid it will ......"

Ximen Shuang couldn't stop sobbing, clenched Ling Weifeng's hand tightly, and said in a wailing voice: "Brother Feng, it's all my fault, it's me who is not good, it's me who is sorry for you......."

Ruoxian couldn't bear Ximen Shuang like this, so he had to persuade him: "Sister Ximen, you don't have to blame yourself too much, it's not your fault for this, you can only blame Jiang Liuxiang for being too insidious."

Zhang Wuyi couldn't bear it when he saw Ling Weifeng weakening a little bit, only to see him quickly hold him up, seal several big acupoints around him, and then transport pure yang true qi to slowly cross into his body.

After the half-pillar of incense, a mist rose around the two of them, and sweat oozed from Zhang Wuyi's forehead, rolling down like fine beads, soaking through his clothes, only to see his face flickering brightly and darkly, obviously trying to force out the poison in Ling Weifeng's body.

"Strange? So unresponsive?" Zhang Wuyi was horrified in his heart, if before, he only had less than a cup of tea, and he used pure yang true qi to force out the toxicity in his body, but now that half a pillar of incense has passed, it has not had any effect, which makes him a little unbelievable.

Ruoxian seemed to see some clues, and hurriedly said: "Brother Wuyi, it's useless, now, Brother Ling's heart is dead, and the desire to survive is weak, no matter how high your martial arts are, it won't help!"

"Then what should I do?" Zhang Wuyi said

Ruoxian thought for a while and sighed: "Forget it, it's up to him, there's only so much we can do!"

Zhang Wuyi's heart was shocked, and he secretly thought, "Do you really want to give up?" After careful consideration, Zhang Wuyi finally slowly withdrew the pure yang true qi, but before that, he dispersed the pure yang true qi into his meridians, which was used to resist the poison of the three drunken spirits, so that it would not be poisoned immediately.

After withdrawing his palm, Zhang Wuyi jumped to Jiang Liuxiang's side with a "whew", pulled him up, and shouted coldly: "Bring it!" The voice was loud and trembling, obviously provoked.

Jiang Liuxiang was stunned for a moment, then sneered twice, and said weakly: "Want an antidote, you kneel down and beg me, maybe when I'm happy, I'll really give you some charity to save that idiot!"

"Strange? So unresponsive?" Zhang Wuyi was horrified in his heart, if before, he only had less than a cup of tea, and he used pure yang true qi to force out the toxicity in his body, but now that half a pillar of incense has passed, it has not had any effect, which makes him a little unbelievable.

Ruoxian seemed to see some clues, and hurriedly said: "Brother Wuyi, it's useless, now, Brother Ling's heart is dead, and the desire to survive is weak, no matter how high your martial arts are, it won't help!"

"Then what should I do?" Zhang Wuyi said

Ruoxian thought for a while and sighed: "Forget it, it's up to him, there's only so much we can do!"

Zhang Wuyi's heart was shocked, and he secretly thought, "Do you really want to give up?"