Chapter 19, the sword is like a streamer

Martial arts, pure martial arts attainments and skills.

However, what about victory or defeat? It does not only include simple martial arts attainments, but also contains many internal factors such as mood, wisdom, strategy and emotion, and is also closely aligned with external factors such as the right time, place and people.

Therefore, the more people who practice martial arts, the more they understand that the so-called master duel does not only include martial arts cultivation, and there are many examples of the weak defeating the strong throughout the ages. However, at this moment, both the ink and the ink are in the peak state, at least within ten moves, both the Gu and the ink are at the peak.

Although the two have not yet fought each other, the remarks just now, and the meticulous and careful preparations made before the duel, are enough to amaze many people present, and even many people who have practiced martial arts for 30 or 40 years do not understand that the original duel contains so many wonderful factors that affect the battle situation.

Gu Mozhi and Mo Dump Chi stood opposite each other, the two had been facing each other for a quarter of an hour, and in this quarter of an hour, the two of them did not say a word, and without any moves, careful people even noticed that the two of them did not even blink their eyes, staring at each other, looking at each other.

But even so, no one spoke, and no one was ignorant enough to think that the two were resting. At this time, the sun was shining, but the more cold it became, the more numb it felt on the scalp, and it was very clear that the duel between the two had already begun before they could say a word.

As for any who didn't make a move, almost all the martial artists on Junji Peak understood that the two were looking for each other's flaws in their opponents, and wanted to kill them with one blow.

It has been three quarters of an hour since Mo Dump Chi went up the mountain now, but no one feels that this duel is boring, and even they think that today's duel between Gu Mozhi and Mo Dump Chi is even more exciting than the duel against Shaolin Abbot three days ago.

Suddenly, a cold feeling that was several times colder than just now swept over the top of Junji Peak, and the chilling feeling instantly spread, Qiao Feng shivered, and at the same time, everyone on the top of Junji Peak couldn't help but shiver when they felt this chill, and tightened their clothes. But in an instant, Mo poured his sword out.

Suddenly, the cold light flashed, and a three-foot Qingfeng poisonous snake had stabbed out from the hand of the ink pouring pool, and then stabbed like a poisonous snake towards the heart of this great monk with a wooden look. Shot faster than a viper, more venomous than a viper.

None of the people present could see clearly his drawn sword, nor how his sword was pierced. In the moment of the flash of cold light, the sword had already pierced the heart of Kumachi two meters away, and when Kumachi found it, it was only three inches away.

Qianjun tied in a hair, but Gu Mozhi calmly coped, his body turned flat, and the Shaolin wonderful light skill of crossing the river flew backwards, and at the same time grasped this instant, his right hand suddenly burst, and the string of precious Bodhi beads in his hand was immediately broken, and in an instant, twenty-four Bodhi beads floated in the air, and Gu Mozhi was on the palm.

The long sword was imminent, and it was about to sweep towards his chest at a distance of only two inches, but at this time, he saw that Gu Mozhi did not have the slightest panicked look, and a very holy and compassionate smile appeared on his face.

In an instant, I saw Gu Mozhi's fingers flicking, and his true qi gathered between his fingers.

In an instant, the twenty-four Bodhi beads turned into stars and were all shot out, as fast as lightning, extremely fast.

There were twelve Bodhi beads swept towards the three-foot Qingfeng who was only an inch away from him, and there were twelve that hit the twelve acupoints around the Mo Dump Pond, and their speed was unimaginable to ordinary people, and in the eyes of everyone, it was not inferior to the speed at which the Ink Dump Pond drew his sword out of the sheath. The pupils of the first seat of the Discipline Hall shrank sharply, and he glanced at Xuan Ci, how could he not see that it was the four flower fingers that he had cultivated for many years but had not reached the realm.

Sixty moments in the flick of his fingers at the highest level of the Flower Finger, he didn't know what level this Tubo National Master had cultivated, but he could pop out the twenty-four Bodhi beads in an instant, at least it could be said that this person had cultivated the Flower Finger to twenty-four moments in the snap of his fingers. He has been cultivating his penance for forty years, but he only controls fifteen trajectories in the flick of his fingers.

The excitement of the duel in front of him has exceeded everyone's expectations.

However, at this moment, no one wants to be distracted, whether it is Gu Mozhi or Mo Dump Chi, as soon as the two of them make a move, it is a killing move to kill the soul, so the next moment it may be possible to distinguish the winner and loser, so even in the face of such a wonderful match, no one said the first half of the words, and the peak is extremely quiet.

Looking at the Bodhi beads turned into twenty-four attacks and swords and black mangs, Mo Tingchi smiled coldly, his wrist shook, the cold light was even stronger, and the sword momentum did not decrease but increased.

In an instant, there was an exclamation of amazement, followed by exclamation.

A fierce sword stabbed into the chest of Haruma Chi, but he heard a 'ding' sound, which made people feel as if he had stabbed an iron plate, no, even if he stabbed the iron plate, it was enough to pierce the iron plate with the strength of this sword.

But at this moment, the incomparably powerful sword didn't even pierce Gu Mozhi's clothes.

The tip of the sword flashed again, Qingfeng had entered the scabbard, and at the same time, Gu Mozhi's body burst out with incomparable golden light, although it flashed away, but it was enough for the Shaolin monks who were familiar with Shaolin martial arts to know the 'Golden Arhat' in the official Shaolin 72 stunts used by Gu Mozhi just now.

Mo Tingchi paused for a second, glanced at Gu Mozhi coldly, and then waved his left hand, and in an instant, twelve Bodhi beads hit Gu Mozhi's body like a meteor.

Because the appearance of the ink pouring pool just now was too fierce and decisive, so that all people's attention was focused on the sword of the ink pouring pool, and few people paid attention to the time when the ink pouring pool stabbed the sword, and at the same time, with an incomparable wonderful technique, he actually took the twelve Bodhi beads that hit his whole body into his hand, and the Bodhi beads reappeared at this moment, which surprised many people.

Many people have this idea in their minds, but this thought has not had time to flash out of their minds, and they saw the sword light flashing again, and the three-foot Qingfeng, which amazed the world, pulled out the scabbard in some way and in what way.

Mo poured out the sword again, but this time the sword did not take the ruthless and ferocious route, it was absolutely neutral, but it was fast, accurate, and effective. And soon someone noticed that the set of swordsmanship used by the ink pouring pool was continuous, a sword was issued, there were three consecutive moves, more can not be more, less will not be less, the sword light flashed, "ding, ding, ding" three sounds, only to avoid the twelve Bodhi beads Gu Mozhi chest has been hit by three swords, the same three crisp sounds, did not hurt Gu Mozhi at all hair.

At this moment, all the martial arts people had a shocked look again, just now Mo Dump Chi used this set of swordsmanship that was already decisive and fast was actually three times faster than they imagined, there was actually a person in the world with such superb kendo attainments. At the same time, everyone couldn't help but admire the depth of Gu Mo's wisdom and body protection skills, such a sharp and sharp sword stab, there was no scar, and Gu Mozhi's martial arts can also be seen, not much inferior to Mo Dump Chi.

The tip of the sword flashed again, and the sword was already in its sheath.

Mo Tingchi stood with his hands in his hands, looking at Gu Mozhi, there was no softness in his words just now, only a cold look, and said: "If I stab you with two more swords, I can tell where the 'Golden Arhat' cover door in your Shaolin 72 stunts is, and the master still wants to compete?"

"Gu Mozhi has practiced martial arts all his life, and he has seen many swordsmanship masters in the world, but there is no one who is as clever as Mo Gongzi, and it is a great honor to be fortunate to see it today. Although he was hit by four swords in a row, Gu Mozhi folded his hands and had the bearing of a monk, "Mo Gongzi, please take out the sword, Lao Gu will teach Mo Gongzi his high moves." ”

In an instant, Kumazhi's body appeared with a more majestic and majestic momentum than before, as if a Buddha had come into the world, even if everyone knew that it was not a Buddha, they also felt unprecedented pressure.

However, the ink pouring pool was unaware, as if he couldn't feel this unprecedented pressure at all, only to see the ink pouring pool nodding softly, and then took a step forward, and in an instant, the ink pouring pool disappeared from everyone's sight.

Glancing at the direction of Gu Mozhi, everyone couldn't help but wonder if the ink pouring pool had disappeared? The ink pouring pool did not disappear, but the speed of the ink pouring pool was too strange, and most of the warriors did not catch it, but a few people caught it.

Qiao Feng raised his head and looked at the Ink Dumping Pond that had already jumped high, at least five or six zhang high, and at this moment, the Ink Tilting Pond was jumping towards Gu Mozhi's mid-air at a very fast speed.

Mo Dumping Pond calmly looked down at Gu Mozhi below, and did not mean to draw his sword at all. Time passed, the power of the ascendant disappeared, and the power of the fall followed, but the ink pouring pool did not stop the power of the fall, and the body flew down in mid-air, and the place where it fell was the direction in front of Kumachi.

Five zhang, four zhang, two zhang, one zhang, two meters, one meter.

When he was only a meter away from Hatomachi's mid-air, Mo Dump Chi held the sword in his hand, and when he was about to make contact with Harumachi, Mo Tilt Chi pulled out his sword.

In an instant, the sword came out like a streamer.

The scorching sun in the sky is dazzling, but at this moment, the scorching sun that the sword light overblows, making people almost unable to open their eyes.

On this day, the ink pouring pool is destined to be sharp and famous.