martial arts general

Chapter 59
Liu Wuchen jumped up, avoiding the cassock of the holy monk, and slashed in the air with his long sword, releasing a strong red sword energy.

The holy monk rolled up his sleeves, and inhaled the sword energy directly into the sleeves, perfectly dispelling it.

Liu Wuchen landed on the ground, his eyes flickering and dimming: "As expected of [Cassock Subduing Demon Art], its strength is really impressive."

The holy monk is full of fighting spirit: "Amitabha, Liu Wuchen, continue to move."

Before he finished speaking, Liu Wuchen was walking around Sheng Ming Shen Monk, his figure was like lightning, shuttled rapidly, and stabbed out the long sword continuously. Every move hit Sheng Ming Shen Shen Monk's throat, heart, and lower back.

This is also the frightening aspect of [Xin Chasing Sword Art], one after another, there is no chance for people to breathe.

But the pair of cassocks worn by the holy monk are also like two doors, dispelling all the opponent's sword moves, his sleeves fluttering like a glaring arhat, elegant and fierce.

If Liu Wuchen had met an ordinary master, he would have pierced him long ago, but when he met a holy monk, he could never gain the upper hand.

Zhao Jiuxiao watched from the sidelines, and was amazed at their moves.

Gongsun Wuji whispered: "Master Zhao, it seems that this holy monk did not use his full strength."

Zhao Jiuxiao was a little surprised: "Is this true?"

Gongsun Wuji: "Yes, let's wait and see what happens."

As they spoke, the two fell into silence.

At this moment, Liu Wuchen suddenly changed his moves, slashing his long sword from the air and the ground continuously, releasing hundreds of red sword energy.

The sword walks a line, extremely fierce.

The holy monk swept across with his sleeves, rolled all the sword energy into the sleeves, and dispelled them floatingly.

[Mahamudra! ] And he also flew up, waving his right hand, from top to bottom, and patted Liu Wuchen's head.

Liu Wuchen hurriedly jumped back, turned around, and stabbed obliquely with the long sword.

With a flash of sword light, it pierced the wrist of the holy monk Shengming.

The sleeve of Shengming's right arm suddenly twirled, his true energy surged, and he directly involved the long sword in it.

But he stretched out his left hand, and hit Liu Wuchen's lower abdomen with a backhand palm.

Liu Wuchen hurriedly sheathed his sword and retreated, doing a backflip to avoid the palm.

"Boom!" The palm wind hit the ground, making a very clear big handprint.

The Holy Monk's offensive continued unabated, and he continued to attack with both hands. A pair of big hands were everywhere, covering him, and combined with the flying cassocks, it was dazzling and dizzying.

Liu Wuchen's long sword was also slashing sideways, thrusting diagonally, and the sword moves were fierce, with a series of red sword energy.

"Bang bang!" The two were so angry that they blasted countless big holes in the ground.

After Liu Wuchen dodged the sword, he found the perfect opportunity and stabbed the holy monk in the back with his sword.

The sword energy turned from one to three and attacked one after another.

The holy monk rolled up his sleeves with his backhand and rolled the sword energy into his sleeves.

But Liu Wuchen changed his move at this time, a front somersault, jumped to the top of the holy monk's head, and stabbed obliquely with his long sword in the air.

This sword stab was very ingenious. It originally flew towards the head of the holy monk Shengming, but the moment the holy monk wanted to roll up the long sword with his left sleeve, the tip of the sword changed direction and stabbed at his right shoulder.

The holy monk Shengming didn't expect it, and he was about to be stabbed.

But he tilted his shoulders and just avoided it.

Liu Wuchen hit the air with his sword and was already at a disadvantage.

The holy monk took advantage of the situation and stretched out his left and right hands, grabbed the opponent's arms, and shook them hard.

"Boom!" Liu Wuchen was thrown heavily to the ground, his arms were almost broken, his meridians were also damaged, he vomited blood, and was seriously injured.

The holy monk's offensive continued unabated, and he struck out with his right hand.

"Slap!" This palm hit Liu Wuchen's chest.

At the same time, Liu Wuchen also used his right hand to draw his sword and stabbed the holy monk in the abdomen.

Both fell prey to the other's moves.

Liu Wuchen was slapped away and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

This palm had completely destroyed all his martial arts skills, but it did not kill him.

Although the holy monk on the other side was stabbed in the lower abdomen, the tip of the sword only pierced the skin, and there was no serious injury.

Shengming divine monk tapped the acupuncture points on his abdomen to stop the bleeding with excitement, and clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, the poor monk was lucky enough to win."

Liu Wuchen lay there, his whole body collapsed, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

But he didn't feel too disappointed. Instead, he laughed loudly: "God monk, what a pity, it's only a little bit close."

The Shaolin disciples cheered happily, their brows brimming with joy.

The Qian Gang disciples remained silent, with fierce looks in their eyes.

Zhao Jiuxiao was also amazed and winked at Gongsun Wuji.

Dongfang Jue stood there, but there was no trace of loss on his face, it seemed that things had already been expected by him.

Abbot Sacred Heart clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, the leader of the Eastern Clan, our faction has already won. From now on, the Qiangqian Gang is not allowed to step into Shaolin, nor to provoke Shaolin disciples."

Dongfang Jue sneered: "Master Abbot, do you think this gang leader will accept your opinion?"

The abbot of Sacred Heart was not surprised: "The poor monk has already guessed that the leader of the Dongfang sect would say that."

The holy monk roared angrily: "Dongfang Jue, don't bully others too much!"

Dongfang Jue waved his hand: "This gang leader is determined to dominate the world, and he will never give up just because he loses this battle. Anyone who dares to stop me will only die!"

Before he finished speaking, he turned around and flew towards the holy monk of Shengen.

【Burning wood sword technique! 】The holy monk drew his sword out of its sheath, poured his inner strength into the steel sword, rushed forward, and slashed hard with strong force and not slow speed.

【The magic of attracting stars! Dongfang Jue stretched out his left and right palms, clamped the steel knife between the two palms, and began to absorb the opponent's internal energy.

The holy monk Shengen only felt that his internal energy was pouring out and passing away continuously. He wanted to draw his knife and retreat, but he couldn't move at all.

Dongfang was extremely proud, and looked at him coldly: "Only you, dare to challenge the leader of this gang?"

【Tathagata Chiba Hand! Abbot Sacred Heart also took action, attacking continuously with both hands, as if thousands of palms were attacking at the same time, slapping Dongfang Jue's head, back, and chest in three vital places.

Dongfang Jue also had to jump back to avoid the attack.

"Bang bang!" Abbot Sacred Heart's palm hit the ground, making countless palm prints.

The holy monk escaped from the disaster and was not sucked away by Dongfang Jue.

But even so, he was gasping for breath, his legs were weak, and he couldn't hold it any longer.

Dongfang Jue also stood there, laughing loudly: "Shaolin claims to be a famous and upright family, but it is shameful to carry out sneak attacks."

After finishing speaking, he pulled Liu Wuchen up, performed lightness kung fu, and flew up.

Shaolin disciples hurriedly chased after him: "Where to go!"

But at this moment, many Qian Gang disciples came to kill them and blocked them in front of them.

"Swish, swish!" The arrows rained down, and the Shaolin disciples had to brandish their eyebrow sticks to defend against the attack.

Hundreds of money gang masters also made their own unique moves to block the Shaolin masters.

Zhao Jiuxiao also participated in it: "Everyone, protect the Shaolin disciples well, and leave the two hall masters to my subordinates."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

【Thirteen deadly swords! 】 Before he finished speaking, Zhao Jiuxiao pulled out the [Tai'a Sword], stepped forward, and slashed the long sword backhand. The sword energy went from bottom to top, attacking the lower walls of the two money gang leaders one after another.

【Overlord Sword Technique! 】But at this moment, the two hall masters in black mobilized their internal strength, pulled out their heavy swords, and swept the sword with both hands, releasing half-moon-shaped sword energy, fierce and powerful.

"Bang!" The sword energy from both sides collided and canceled each other out.

Zhao Jiuxiao also took advantage of the situation and came behind the enemy, cutting the opponent's back with the long sword from top to bottom.

But the hall master in black swung his sword again to defend.

"Dang, clang, clang!" The weapons of the two sides intersected, sparks flew everywhere, and they began to fight.

(End of this chapter)