Martial Arts Assassin Master

Chapter 132 The Battle of Wudang
While rushing towards the target, those pretended Wudang disciples all took off their clothes, revealing their black clothes, brandished their long swords, and stabbed Wu Chengwei's chest and throat.

"Tianchang Palm Technique!" He immediately waved his palms and launched a counter attack.

At this time, Wu Chengzhen's palms continued to draw circles, releasing a series of dense palm winds.

The sword of the Shenying Palace killer didn't obey his orders, swinging left and right, unable to hit the target at all.

Wu Chengwei took advantage of the situation and swept across with his palm, slapping the enemy's vital points in the lower abdomen.

"Papa!" The palm wind hit one after another, like a tide, directly knocking the killer of Shenying Palace to the ground.

At the same time, Mo Wuyou also drew his sword out of its sheath.

"Shenwu swordsmanship!" The moment the enemy rushed towards him, he jumped short and came directly behind the opponent. The long sword swept across and released a powerful fan-shaped sword energy.

"Bang!" Where the sword qi passed, all the killers of Shenying Palace were hit in the back instantly, lying on the ground, spitting blood, and were seriously injured.

At this time, the remaining enemies surrounded Mo Wuyou, swung their long swords, and continuously slashed at three vital points on his chest, back and top of his head.

Mo Wuyou remained calm and waved his sword to resist.

"Dang, clang, clang!" His strength was so strong that every time he resisted, he could directly bounce off the opponent's long sword.

The killer of Shenying Palace's arms went numb because of this, and the long swords dropped from his hands one after another and fell to the ground.

Mo Wuyou continued to swing his sword and chop continuously.

Wherever the sword qi passed, the enemy's throat and chest were directly cut off, and they fell to the ground and died.

Zhao Fanxing watched from the side, and couldn't help admiring him secretly.

At this moment, the guards of Yejiazhuang also joined the battle.

They all took out hidden weapons from their bodies and threw them at Zhao Fanxing.

For a time, countless cold lights flickered, forming a dense offensive.

"Consonance fingering!" Zhao Fanxing immediately waved two fingers of his right hand, and spun around in the air, catching all the hidden weapons flying towards him firmly, sandwiching them between his fingers, and throwing them at the enemy in turn.

Many hidden weapon killers did not expect this scene at all. They were unable to dodge and were directly beaten into a sieve and died.

Ye Zhongwen praised at this time: "Zhao Shaoxia is really good at it!"

"Cloud Transformation Palm Technique!" Before he finished speaking, he suddenly rose into the air, waved his right palm, and struck the vital part of Zhao Fanxing's head.

Zhao Fanxing immediately used the "Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms", raised his left palm, and faced the enemy.

"Crack!" The two palms converged and began to compete for internal strength.

"Nine Yang Divine Art!" Zhao Fanxing suddenly exerted force, urging the "Pure Yang True Qi" in his body.

"Bang!" Ye Zhongwen couldn't resist at all, and was directly sent flying by his palm force.

"Don't use Qianlong!" Zhao Fanxing also stepped forward, waved his palms, released a golden dragon, circled and rushed forward.

But Ye Zhongwen didn't panic, and quickly rolled sideways to avoid.

"Boom!" The golden dragon hit a wall behind him, making a big hole.

Ye Zhongwen also took advantage of the situation and flew forward, swinging his palms continuously, releasing a cloud of true energy.

Zhao Fanxing was trapped in it, his vision was blurred, and he couldn't see the direction of the enemy at all.

Ye Zhongwen also sneered at this moment, waved his palms, and attacked his back, right shoulder, and left leg.

"King Kong is not bad!" Zhao Fanxing mobilized his internal energy to turn his skin golden.

"Dang, clang, clang!" After the enemy's palm hit his body, there was only a series of crisp sounds, which did not play any role.

"Shock Baili!" Zhao Fanxing also waved his palms, releasing a powerful palm wind to the surroundings.

"Boom!" After a loud noise, the cloud and mist were dispersed, and Ye Zhongwen was forced back by the palm wind, not daring to attack at will.

"Suddenly!" Zhao Fanxing turned from defense to offense, suddenly jumped in front of the enemy, and slapped the opponent's chest with both palms.

Ye Zhongwen couldn't dodge it, so he waved his palms to meet the attack.

"Crack!" The palms converged, sending them both flying.

Although Zhao Fanxing's strength was extremely strong, he was unable to use it when he encountered Ye Zhongwen's gentle palm force.

The enemy also sneered at this moment: "Zhao Shaoxia, how is my kung fu?"

Speaking of this, Ye Zhongwen flew over again, his palms swaying with the wind, releasing a large amount of cloud and mist true energy.

Zhao Fanxing was trapped in it again, his vision blurred.

Ye Zhongwen also stepped forward, waved his palms with his backhand, and slapped him on the back.

"The wind blows the building!" Zhao Fanxing used the "Fengshen Legs", and his legs spun rapidly, setting off a gust of wind.

The cloud and mist were quickly dispersed, and Ye Zhongwen was also hit by the strong wind and flew out directly.

Fortunately, he has body protection zhenqi, so there is no serious problem.

"Kamikaze howling!" Zhao Fanxing's offensive continued unabated, he rose into the air, and kicked the enemy's vital points with his legs continuously.

Ye Zhongwen didn't dodge either, but waved his palms to resist.

"Papa!" Zhao Fanxing's leg strength was strong, but was dispelled by the opponent's soft inner strength, and blocked again.

"Little Li Flying Knife!" At this moment, he raised his right hand, and a "Ice Flying Knife" also flew out from his fingertips, attacking the enemy's throat.

Ye Zhongwen didn't expect this move at all, and hurriedly jumped sideways to avoid it.

Although the flying knife missed its target, it scratched his right shoulder.

Ye Zhongwen immediately felt severe pain in his right arm and his body began to freeze.

He hastily mobilized his inner strength to shatter the ice.

"Seal the acupoint with one finger!" Zhao Fanxing used the "Consonant Fingering Technique", waving the two fingers of his right hand, releasing a burst of agility.

Ye Zhongwen was busy dealing with the ice, so he couldn't dodge in time. He was hit directly and couldn't move his body.

"Seeing the dragon in the field!" Zhao Fanxing was delighted in his heart, and he used "Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms", striking continuously with both palms, releasing countless powerful palm winds.

"Boom boom boom!" Ye Zhongwen stayed in place like a sculpture, and was directly blown out.

His protective qi dissipated, and his chest was wounded in multiple places, his skin was ripped apart, and blood was flowing.

"Explosive flying knife!" Zhao Fanxing raised his right hand, and a flying knife flew out from his fingertips.

Just as Ye Zhongwen was able to move, he hurriedly waved his palms to resist.

"Bang!" The flying knife exploded the moment it touched the palm wind, releasing a lot of cold air.

Ye Zhongwen's soft and soft Qi is most afraid of this move, it will be frozen again, and his whole body will become stiff.

"Six Meridians Excalibur!" Zhao Fanxing made the last move, waving his right thumb, and swept across the opponent's throat with the "Shaoshang Sword".

"Bah!" A stream of blood spurted out, Ye Zhongwen also clutched his throat, and fell on his back to the ground.

After killing the target, Zhao Fanxing quickly turned around and looked at his teammates.

At this time, Wu Chengwei was already in a hard fight.

The three pretended Wudang disciples had taken off their clothes, pulled out the soft swords from their waists, and slashed continuously.

"Spiritual Snake Sword Formation!" They swam around like spirit snakes, their movements erratic, but the positions where the long swords attacked were Wu Chengyi's arms and back waist.

Although Wu Chengwei tried his best to resist, he was still scratched on his right arm and back, his skin was torn and blood was dripping.

Zhao Fanxing immediately flew up and jumped in front of him: "Master Wu, I'll help you."

(End of this chapter)