martial arts general

Chapter 81 Liuhe Sword Formation
Xia Gang saw the light of the sword coming and rushed forward to avoid the sword.

Ling Haichao's move did not end, the long knife in his hand continued to rotate, drawing countless circular knife lights, and flew towards the opponent.

Xia Gang, on the other hand, used the sword technique of opening and closing, and met the attack with fierce strength.

"Dang, clang, clang!" The weapons of the two clashed together, sparks flying everywhere.

Xia Gang's sword skills were not fast enough and could not break Ling Haichao's moves.

However, Ling Haichao relied on the change of rhythm to make the opponent tired of guarding and fell into passivity.

Beads of sweat appeared on Xia Gang's forehead, and he screamed in his heart that something was wrong, and wanted to turn defeat into victory.

With a movement of his body, the big knife was slashed out from three directions at the same time, the light of the knife flashed continuously, and it was full of strength.

Under such a move, Ling Haichao could hide in almost five places.

But he swung the saber with his backhand in front of him and slashed repeatedly.

"Dangdang!" His saber technique was very light, and he just bounced off Xia Gang's broadsword.

While defending, Ling Haichao also kicked towards the opponent's lower abdomen.

Xia Gang had just finished using the knife technique, and his speed was a little slower. He was kicked and fell to the ground with a "snap".

He clutched his stomach, his body convulsed, and curled up together.

Fortunately, the pain did not last long, and Xia Gang quickly stood up.

Ling Haichao put his knife back into its sheath, cupped his hands and said, "I've offended you, Master Xia."

Xia Gang also withdrew his weapon: "It's because I'm not as good as others. If it wasn't for Master Ling's mercy, the kick just now is enough to seriously injure me."

After speaking, he turned and left.

The disciples of the Mad Saber Sect were overjoyed and applauded.

The Hudaomen disciples were not disappointed either, but kept silent.

Zhao Jiuxiao frowned, he could tell that Ling Haichao hadn't used his full strength just now.

At this moment, Situ Xingchen and Zhuge Lang stood in the middle of the field.

Situ Xingchen looked at the other party, and slowly said: "Master Zhuge, you still look like this, the boss is not young, and you are still so unkempt."

Zhuge Lang smiled: "In life, if you don't do whatever you want, how can you be worthy of yourself?"

Situ Xingchen was determined to win: "Well, I will learn the best tricks today."

[Hegemony! ] As he said, the red energy on his body was filled with energy, enveloping himself in it.

This true energy formed an invisible energy wall to protect him.

[Spray magic! 】Zhuge Lang was not polite either, waving his sleeves, letting his true energy flow out like waves, wave after wave.

Situ Xingchen did not dodge, but used his own true energy to fight.

"Bang!" Zhuge Lang's move was blocked abruptly, and Situ Xingchen also strode over, striking with both fists, each punch carrying red power.

Zhuge Lang spun around and flew to dodge.

"Dong Dong!" Situ Xingchen's fists had the power to break mountains and crack rocks. Due to the strength of the fists, numerous large holes were made in the ground and the rocks were also broken into pieces.

Zhuge Lang walked around the opponent, waving his hands continuously, letting the waves of Qi hit him one after another, like waves on the sea that would never stop.

But no matter which direction he attacked from, Situ Xingchen still stood in place, motionless.

The leader of the Poshan Sect showed a proud look on his face: "Hmph, Master Zhuge, it seems that you are really wasting your martial arts skills."

As he said that, he flew up, punched out with both fists, turned into two red pillars of air, and rushed directly to Zhuge Lang.

Zhuge Lang did a backflip and landed on the ground, but his legs swept over.

Dozens of waves of true energy followed.

"Bang!" Situ Xingchen was hit again, but he got off his horse and was unscathed.

Situ Xingchen stretched out his right hand, grabbed Zhuge Lang's right arm, and swung it hard.

Zhuge Lang was thrown out, his body spinning in the air.

But he mobilized his inner strength and turned back.

At the same time, Zhuge Lang flew up three feet, stepping on the opponent's chest and head continuously.

Situ Xingchen still fought with red true energy, full of confidence.

But at this moment, Zhuge Lang suddenly strengthened his strength.

His zhenqi was also like a monstrous wave, rushing towards his face.

"Boom!" Situ Xingchen couldn't dodge in time, and was sent flying directly. The zhenqi in his body shield dissipated, and his shoulders were hit hard. He only felt numb, and couldn't even raise his arms.

Zhuge Lang also floated to the ground and stopped making moves.

Situ Xingchen looked angry, but he was helpless: "Damn it."

Zhuge Lang smiled and said: "Master Situ, I deliberately conserved my inner strength just now just to make you despise me. I didn't expect you to be fooled and defeated by my sudden strength."

Situ Xingchen backed away without saying a word with a livid face.

All the Poshanmen disciples lowered their heads, not daring to say a word.

The Chunfeng Tower disciples were extremely happy.

Zhao Jiuxiao admired Zhuge Lang's strength very much, and also wondered how he would win or lose when he fought against a master like the abbot of Shaolin Sacred Heart.

Murong Wangqing had slowly walked over, expressionless, holding the sword tightly in his hand.

The head of the Tang Sect, Yu Congrong, bowed to the other party with a humble expression.

Murong Wangqing drew his sword out of its sheath: "Let's make a move."

Yu nodded calmly and raised his hands.

[Flower rain all over the sky! 】This set of martial arts is the unique skill of the Tang Sect. All kinds of hidden weapons strike together, like flowers blooming in the sky, shining with silver light.

[Liuhe swordsmanship! 】Murong Wangqing waved his long sword and released hundreds of sword energy, forming a sword array in the air, which just blocked all hidden weapons.

Immediately afterwards, Murong Wangqing came behind Yu Congrong, and stabbed out with the long sword.

After the fish landed calmly, it hastily rolled sideways to avoid it.

Murong Wangqing's sword moves did not stop, the long sword slashed and stabbed continuously, like a sword array, trapping the opponent in it.

Yu Calong also discovered this, no matter whether he threw the hidden weapon or dodged, he still couldn't get out of the sword array.

[ Wishful Beads! ] He used his special skills and threw dozens of iron beads. After they bounced on the ground, he hit Murong Wangqing's head, back, forehead, chest, lower abdomen, and legs at the same time with extremely precise precision.

Murong Wangqing took the attack calmly, his sword energy flying freely in the sword formation.

"Clang, clang!" All the iron beads were shot down.

And Murong Wangqing swung his sword with his backhand and slashed obliquely, taking the fish calmly's throat.

Yu Congrong had no chance to dodge at all, the sword light had already struck.

But the sword edge stopped three inches away from his neck and stopped moving forward.

Murong Wangqing also took the opportunity to withdraw the long sword: "I offended you."

He said coldly, neither joy nor sadness.

Yu calmly smiled bitterly: "I am definitely not an opponent."

After speaking, he turned around and backed away.

The disciples of Shenjian Villa also did not celebrate, this is also the rule established by Murong Wangqing.

The disciples of various sects were amazed and discussed a lot.

Zhao Jiuxiao sighed: "What a powerful [Liuhe Sword Technique]."

Gongsun Wuji smiled and said, "Hero Zhao, only your invisible sword energy can perfectly defeat this kind of sword technique. His moves are based on formations."

As he spoke, he leaned close to Zhao Jiuxiao's ear and explained it carefully.

Zhao Jiuxiao opened his eyes wide and nodded involuntarily: "I see!"

(End of this chapter)