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Bai Lao Ghost didn't have any emotional fluctuations on his face, but said coldly: "What a one-finger Zen! I didn't expect such a magic skill to be practiced by a Shaolin traitor, I think the master of the Heavenly Sky back then was just like this, I really underestimated him." ”

Shuchang breathed a sigh of relief and said to the old white ghost: "What, I said earlier, you must be the one who collects the corpse." ”

The old white ghost said: "Scholar, don't be complacent, your opponent is me, let's start the second battle now." ”

How could the scholar be willing to show weakness, and said-for-tat: "Okay, I will teach you your mastery in the second game!"

The old white ghost slowly pulled out the long knife, held it flat in front of his chest, and said, "The old man has not shown a weapon for more than ten years, scholar, what weapon do you use?"

The scholar looked at his empty palms, and said in his heart: With the old ghost's superior martial arts realm, there is no need to use weapons, but since he proposed it, there must be a mechanism in it.

He sighed and said, "I haven't used a weapon for more than ten years, and there is no weapon available at the moment, so I'm still like a monk, let's deal with it empty-handed." ”

The old white ghost frowned and said, "Don't you look down on me?"

"In that case, I'll fight with you with the folding fan in my hand," the scholar put away the folding fan and said.

The old white ghost obviously didn't expect this scene, and he said indifferently: "I know that there is a door technique in the martial arts, and the weapons used are mainly folding fans, can we start now?"

"Since Your Excellency is so eager to fight, then do as you wish," said the scholar, raising his folding fan.

Not to mention, the way he dances a folding fan is really a bit Confucian.

I saw that the scholar's voice was snatching, and he used the folding fan in his hand as a long sword, and used a move to run through the sun, divided into three styles, and covered the white old ghost.

His move seems to be a fierce attack, but it is actually a three-point attack and a seven-point defense, and his purpose is to test the "knife intent" of the white old ghost knife method with this move.

The scholar understands that he has an advantage in moves, and since the white old ghost can seal the knife ten years ago, the knife skills must have reached the realm of clumsiness and no moves, and he is just a first glimpse of the way in this regard.

The old white ghost made a move very casually, and easily dissolved the scholar's white rainbow through the sun, and there was no flaw, but he drove straight in, pointing to the scholar's vital point, and also attacking and defending.

The scholar thought: Sure enough, as I expected, his knife skills have been able to move at will, and there are no moves to win, if I blindly defend, there will be no power to fight back within ten moves.

Thinking of this, he gave up his moves, and indiscriminately used all the moves he had created in the Western Regions, and continued to take the offensive.

The endless strange moves are sometimes like the Yangtze River, rolling down, sometimes like dragons and tigers, circling and arrogant, and more are indeed virtual with reality, and real with virtuality.

On the contrary, the white old ghost still uses very simple knife techniques such as stabbing and splitting to deal with the fierce attack of the scholar Taishan.

His sword was as light as a catkins breeze, fluttering with the wind.

No matter how the scholar pretended to expose the empty door, the offensive was fast or slow, and he calmly defused it.

Thirty moves passed in the blink of an eye, and the weapons of the two of them did not touch each other once.

Among the guests, the sword or sword maker was all fascinated by it, and he was glad that he could see two masters today.

Those frogs at the bottom of the well, who usually thought that they had practiced martial arts well, came to their senses one after another, and secretly vowed to work hard in the future, and one day they could get closer to the two of them.

"The scholar is not from a famous family, how can he practice such a magical martial arts move? If you have time, you must ask him well" Lin Tianqi saw that the scholar's moves were so high, it was unbelievable, and he couldn't help muttering to himself.

Not far from him, he whispered: "The scholar is different from me, he has a bad background, and all his martial arts are improved by himself in the competition with others, so we martial artists, if we want to go further, we have to absorb the strengths of a hundred schools and form our own routines."

Wu Regret and Lin Tianqi both nodded.

......

The scholar and the white old ghost sword exchanged swords, and suddenly, the two of them closed their eyes at the same time, but the swords were still fighting fiercely in the air, and it was no longer the scholar who was the main attacker, but the sword qi in the sky fought with each other.

This move made most of the people present even more puzzled, and they all thought: Is it because they despise each other, or is it the glare of the sword that has to be like this, so as not to dazzle?

Unrepentantly, he asked, "What is he doing?"

He sighed: "It turns out that the scholar's bastard's martial arts have reached the same level as the white old ghost, reaching the realm of going from existence to nothingness, and he can feel the changes in the opponent's moves with his spiritual sense." It's a pity that his skills are not as good as the white old ghost, and the sword qi will soon be suppressed and don't stop the sword gang, no regrets, you don't have to worry, although he will be defeated, but his life should be saved. ”

The white old ghost gradually gained the upper hand with the advantage of his skills, but he still couldn't break through the protective net built by the scholar's folding fan and sword qi.

He felt that although the sword qi exuded by the scholar was at a disadvantage, it did not exhaust at all, and he couldn't help but feel a sideways heart, and he made a tie and decided to split the air!

"It's Sky Split!" exclaimed.

The reason why Bai Lao Ghost was able to defeat the first master of Shaolin in the Western Regions back then was precisely because of this skill, because the power of the splitting air slash was amazing, and some people called him the Stuffing God Skill.

"In terms of skill, the scholar is far inferior to the master of Benkong, can he crack this trick? No, it is too far-fetched to crack, and he can only save his life by dissolving it. He thought.

At this time, he and Ben couldn't break through the qi wall built by the sword qi, and went to intervene and rescue the scholar.

The intense knife aura emitted by the "Sky Splitting Slash" rolled in like a cold wave, as if it was about to freeze the scholar into ice.

This move seems to be an ordinary blow, but there are dozens of variations, each of which can be derived from ten other types, and the move is like thunder.

The scholar opened his eyes, and his heart was still as still as water.

Suddenly, he threw the folding fan in his hand at the white old ghost, and the person also moved with the fan, catching up with the strongest point of the "Sky Splitting Slash".

This move shocked everyone, including Zhi Ran, could it be that the scholar didn't want to live anymore and sent him to the knife to find death?

Suddenly, there was a burst of light.

The scholar and the white old ghost's doppelganger ghost are twisted together, and they can't tell who is the white old ghost and who is the scholar.

The extremely cold pressure given by the sword qi gradually weakened until it dissipated, while the hot and cold power of another non-sword qi surged up.

The sound of "ding ding ding" sounded several times, and the metal fragments turned into swords were scattered on the ground. The two of them slowed down, and once again slapped each other, each taking a few steps back before he stabilized his body.

The old white ghost didn't say a word, he looked at the half-cut long knife in his hand blankly, he really couldn't understand why he was defeated?

What went wrong?

The scholar let out a sneer, and then sighed: "The thunderous splitting slash is nothing more than that, how does my water and fire magic taste like?"

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