[Chapter 1321 Opening up the ancient martial arts of piercing acupuncture points]
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The sick boy shook his buttocks off the bench, and he stood up with the momentum, and glanced back indifferently.
“Miss Yingying, what’s the matter with you?”
Yingying was taken aback, unable to react for a while.
“Let’s go, the backyard is in this direction, right?”
The sick young man took her hand, hugged Que’er, and walked away from the battlefield hugging left and right under the dumbfounded gazes.
very natural.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths…
“Stop!”
The ghost-faced old man finally regained his senses.
“Being retained, passive value, +1.”
Xu Xiaoshou stopped, didn’t look back, just waved the folding fan in his hand, and said lazily:
“I’m not afraid of you, but I know your boss is not here, so I don’t want to bully you.” That’s all for you.”
“If you call me again, my guards won’t be polite.” The
crowd around the audience were startled, and for a moment they didn’t know whether this lazy posture was just pretending or whether they had the confidence.
But combined with the flick of the sick young man when he got up just now…
was it an act?
right?
“Under suspicion, passive value, +652.”
The ghost-faced old man’s face darkened: “Then I’ll be rude!
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After saying that, he stepped out with a false step, the soles of his feet collapsed, and his burly figure shot away like a lightning bolt piercing through the air.
“My lord, be careful!”
Yingying and Que’er’s expressions changed.
The sick young man dared to underestimate the second head of the ghost gang and turned his back on him. The two of them were as fearful of this ghost-faced old man’s name as thunder and as fearful as a tiger.
Ghosts and gods, local snakes.
Who in the locals doesn’t know that this is the force that Shen Yi stayed in Yujing City to protect Yougui Pavilion and Aunt Xiang?
Over the years, not to mention that Aunt Xiang was not around, those who dared to verbally blaspheme were found and killed by the ghosts and gods.
Now that Aunt Xiang is back, the Guild of Ghosts and Gods wakes up like a sleeping lion, straightening out and preparing for battle at all times.
After all, gods are also strong, and there were many enemies back then.
In recent days, there have been quite a few people who came to Yougui Pavilion overtly and secretly wanting to provoke troubles, but they were all stopped by the ghosts and gods in advance.
Not to mention the small ones.
Shen Yi himself was at odds with Dao Qiongcang!
The ghosts and gods knew about Aunt Xiang’s return a month ago, so they held a swearing-in meeting, and even made preparations to fight against the Holy Spirit Hall—once the Holy Spirit Hall had any intention of attacking Yougui Your Excellency.
Now, with a single word from the sick young man, he directly provoked the assistants of the ghosts and gods. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that this is trying to make an example to some people!
Misfortune comes from the mouth…
It’s a pity that such a charming young man has not had time to enjoy himself…
Yingying and Que’er had their own thoughts, and closed their eyes in despair.
Then when the shocking lightning came, it stopped suddenly, and a loud noise exploded on the ground.
rush!
“What’s that sound?”
Yingying and Que’er didn’t wait for the aftermath of the ghost face’s punch to kill them, they opened their eyes with difficulty and looked back, only to see that the ghost face old man had been controlled by a silver white sword energy at some point.
The sword energy was unstoppable, its sharpness was unspeakable, it pierced through the private rooms on the second and third floors of Yougui Pavilion, pierced through the dark copper-colored osmanthus wood floor, and even pierced through the formation protecting the pavilion.
“Srustling…”
Until the sawdust rolled down from the top of the head, the surrounding audience woke up like a dream.
“Sword Qi!”
“Ancient Sword Cultivator!”
“That’s right, Mr. Xu claims to be the heir to the Burial Sword Tomb in the Eastern Region. It’s not surprising that he is the Ancient Sword Cultivator… But when did he make the move?
” The sick young man had a beautiful woman in each of his left and right hands, and the folding fan in his palm was clearly untouched.
That sword energy was not from him!
“Guard!”
“Mr. Xu is a descendant of Taixu, and he has an invisible guard!”
“Second master…”
“Senior Ghost, be careful!”
“Be admired, passive value, +264.”
“Be suspicious, passive value , +558.”
“Being glared at, passive value, +32.”
Amidst the sword aura, the ghost-faced old man looked suspicious.
He already tried his best to pay attention to this sick young man. After all, Feng Xiao had already exaggerated his resignation and described Xu Gusheng, and he was in person, so he could faintly sense the threat.
I never thought that this sick young master has only one guard before he makes a move, so amazing.
With this “everything is a sword”, even he could only see half a finger flashing in the void when he made the move, and he was caught without seeing the whole thing.
“Yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!”
The ghost-faced old man let out a low growl, his already burly beast-like body swelled up, and the outline of gnarled muscles was even more visible.
There was a faint light on his body, his eyes were bloodshot and red, and his white temples had receded into gray-brown.
The terrifying air waves swept away like mountains and seas, pushing the surrounding audience flying backwards, and the tables and chairs in Yougui Pavilion exploded.
“Break!”
Flying in the air, the ghost-faced old man broke through the blockade of the sword energy, and slapped the sick young man hard on the back.
gymnastics? !
Xu Xiaoshou’s pupils dilated slightly, and the paper fan in his hand lowered a little.
“Yes, son.”
A dull voice came from the void.
At the same time, a tightly wrapped figure in a black combat uniform and a black faceless mask appeared.
He was stuck between the sick young man and the ghost face, facing the grand palm, raised two fingers, and stabbed straight away.
“Point.”
Boom!
An extremely muffled sound rose.
The menacing attack of the ghost-faced old man was once again forcefully stopped.
The condensed power penetrating through the body like a shadowless sword visibly stroked from the clothes on the old man’s chest to his back, and then pierced the clothes on his back with a stab, then disappeared again.
“Boom!”
The ghost-faced old man looked unhindered, and the entire expensive dark copper-colored osmanthus wood wall of Yougui Pavilion behind him, together with the calligraphy and paintings on the wall, collapsed instantly.
Light penetrates from outside.
The surprised eyes of passers-by on the long street cast their eyes instantly.
Among the collapsed walls, Feng Xiao dazedly wiped a bloodstain from an inexplicable cut on his left ear, and his whole body began to tremble.
He was just kicked away by Senior Ghost Face, and just as he walked back, he almost hit the tip of a sword!
It’s just…
Feng Xiao’s trembling was not because of fear.
It was because after crossing this wall, he saw the person who blasted him away before, that guard!
And the sword style that the sick young man guarded and pointed at the palm of Senior Ghost Face!
“Ten-segment sword fingers…”
Feng Xiao had a ghostly expression, “How could you know the full version of ten-segment sword fingers?!”
In Yougui Pavilion, passers-by on Changjie all had wonderful expressions.
People in Zhongyu may have no feelings for the new Seventh Sword Immortal, but they are familiar with the Eighth Sword Immortal.
The ten-segment sword finger is exactly the famous stunt of the eight masters.
It itself is not very strong, what is strong is the user’s understanding of the way of the sword, and the concept of making moves in this style.
It is rumored that those who have mastered the ten-level sword finger have a chance to realize the foundation of the second-generation Chu Shen Nian Jian Nian.
This is naturally crazy!
But after the “fall” of the Eighth Sword Immortal, the world couldn’t find the full version of the ten-stage sword finger, because the eighth sword fairy didn’t bother to teach his disciples at all.
Now, in Yougui Pavilion, someone has used the full version of the ten-segment sword finger?
“Who!”
“There was a fight inside?”
“Hey, it’s a coincidence to catch up with the market! Yougui Pavilion usually has no money to enter, so the gate opened to welcome me today, so I can have a good look at it… Damn, ghosts and gods “
“Hurry up, hurry up!”
In the middle of the battle, the ghost-faced old man ignored the onlookers, only terrified by the pain in his palms and the chill on his back.
It’s unbelievable that people can still be hurt after turning on the fluctlight.
Such a finger, such a “point of the way”, must be a masterpiece, this ancient sword repair guard is not comparable to Feng Xiao’s half-baked level!
“Ten sections of sword fingers…”
“This Xu Gusheng comes from the Jianjian Tomb in the Eastern Region, which belongs to Wen Ting. Wen Ting and Ba Zun are friends…” The
ghost-faced old man was surprised that he bumped into a real ancient The heir of the sword cultivator was still just a guard, but when the battle started, he had no intention of retreating.
“Kaiyang!”
He shouted again, the top of the ghost-faced old man exploded, blood flowed rapidly from his body, his half body covered in scars was like a boiling pot, burning red.
When the body of the treasure is glowing, it can be vaguely seen that the acupuncture points all over its body are like golden needles, bursting out with dazzling light.
Amidst the sound of crackling bones and clenching, the ghost-faced old man issued a rolling thunder sound from his throat, and his body’s energy and blood surged, turning into the cry of a dragon and an elephant.
“Give it to me!”
After exhausting his palm, he actually took root in Wuming, regenerated his strength, and knocked back the sick young man’s guard three steps with a bang.
“Tat-tat-tat.”
The ghost-faced old man slapped the opponent back with his palm, and he himself was pushed back half a step by the sword finger. After he regained his composure, surprise remained in his eyes.
Is this also the power of ten sword fingers?
It actually contains some anti-shock methods of physical skills… Those eight masters really deserve their reputation!
“Second real body, was shot back?”
On the other side, Xu Xiaoshou looked back at the two girls in surprise, as if looking at a monster.
This is the second real body, the strength of the Holy Emperor Lv. 0, which is equivalent to half of the deity blessed by various treasures, objects, and powers.
Even if you don’t use your strength to push it, it has always been the case of knocking others away, but now you will be forced to retreat.
Doesn’t this mean that the ghost-faced old man’s physical strength is terrifyingly strong?
“God is also…”
“The gate of ghosts, the gods are called gods…”
“The gang of ghosts and gods, the second leader, the ghost face…”
Xu Xiaoshou was thoughtful.
He had inquired about Taishu before, and after finding no results, he found an opportunity to ask Bazun about it.
The physical skills of the eight gods who once said that they are also gods are not like him, only have “body” and no “skill”.
What he majors in is a method of opening acupuncture points, which is called “ancient martial arts”.
Ancient martial arts, for ancient sword repair.
The latter is purely based on the talent of enlightenment, if you can’t understand it, you can’t understand it; the former directly depends on your physical aptitude, if you don’t practice it, you will die.
As a result, it is less circulated, and its inheritance is almost cut off. It is rarer than dragons and phoenixes, and there are not many to be found throughout the entire continent.
Even what the Eight Masters understand, those who study ancient martial arts, apart from the gods, only know that there is one of the six parts of the Holy Spirit Hall.
But the inheritance of the body part is even more severe, because the gods are also valued because they have succeeded, which is naturally different from the fierce man who calls the gods behind the gate of hell.
Right now, the ghost-faced old man, it is obvious that he has really followed the gods for a long time, and he has practiced real ancient martial arts, that is, the method of opening acupuncture points and the “skill” of physical skills!
“Your Excellency is good at swordsmanship, I don’t know what to call it?”
The ghost-faced old man stopped his attack for a while, looked at the burnt blood hole in his palm, and looked at the sick young man’s guard with startled eyes.
The power in his body was still burning, his face was flushed, his forehead was bruised, it was curiosity that suppressed his desire to fight.
The sick young man’s guard remained silent.
The sick young man knocked on the back of his guard’s head impolitely with a folding fan, “He is famous.”
The ghost-faced old man’s eyes narrowed, and his tone was not kind: “Mr. Xu, is this how you treat your subordinates?
” With such astonishing attainments in ancient swordsmanship, human brothers can still compete for the title of the new Seven Sword Immortals, how can they be willing to be inferior to others?” At this
moment, the ghost-faced old man clearly saw the puppet-like bodies of the human brothers in battle uniforms. Trembling, he raised his head, his eyes shimmering.
This look is so familiar!
Longing, longing, longing for the future and light… When I was young, didn’t I also have this light in my eyes?
But with a light pat from the sick young man, the folding fan knocked Jinren’s head down, taking away his light along the way.
“A guard is a guard, and a servant is a servant.”
“With this level of strength, what are you talking about about the New Seven Swords Immortals? You are as generous as that Feng Xiao?”
Swiping, everyone’s eyes glanced outside Yougui Pavilion, even the brothers of the ghosts and gods gang. Can’t help but look over.
Feng Xiao’s face was flushed, he covered his ears, and almost buried his head in his chest.
“Brothers!”
He suddenly raised his head again, regained his spirit, strode into the pavilion, and said as he walked, “
I can’t do it anymore.”
“But you are the true biography of the Jianjianzhong, and you have cultivated ten sword fingers, and you can even hurt Senior Guiqian , With such a cultivation level, how can you live under others?”
“Sword cultivators of my generation should go forward bravely and fight for the name… You have the appearance of a seven-sword fairy!
” “You are defeated, is there a place for you to talk here?”
“I will not be defeated by you!” Feng Xiao glared and shouted, not wanting to talk to this useless son, but then looked at the guards, “You…”
” Needless to say, my guards will not leave me… right? All of them.”
“Yes!” The second avatar turned around helplessly and nodded cooperatively.
The ghost-faced old man was very angry when he saw this.
Such a sword cultivator was actually broken in the hands of a sick and weak young man, what reason did he have for falling into his hands?
If the Guild of Ghosts and Gods can accept this person…
He rolled his eyes, Feng Xiao received it, strode forward, and said seriously: “Brother Jinren, I didn’t say it…” “
If you didn’t say it, then don’t say it! “
Xu Gusheng, shut up! What do you know about ancient sword repair?” Feng Xiao was really angry now.
“Oh, then you know the ancient sword cultivator very well?” The sick young man came over without hesitation, shaking his
fan, and said with a sneer, “It’s your sword, Twilight, who can’t even protect you, that made you, let you understand I am an ancient swordsman.”
“Or is it your kendo cultivation that is so unmatched that you dare to talk loudly in front of my son, the heir of the buried sword?”
Feng Xiao’s momentum froze, his face turning pale.
Thinking of his sword being broken by the guards instructed by this person, he became furious and wanted to speak out.
The sick boy snorted coldly, Feng Xiao’s words got stuck in his throat for no reason, and he couldn’t get out.
Yougui Pavilion, passers-by outside the street, and all the onlookers gathered their eyes.
Even the ghost-faced old man looked at the sick young man in silence, watching him come with his aura and climb steadily.
“My lord, I don’t know how people in the Central Region think of Gu Jianxiu, how you imitate Gu Jianxiu, how you imitate how to learn to walk, and how you wear Meng’s clothes.” “
But the Gu Jianxiu I met in the Eastern Region can protect a sword. , and fight for the whole family!”
“Even if it fails, even if you die, even if one or two members of the family die… the real ancient sword cultivator has never given up the way in her heart.
” Feng Xiao, whose face turned pale and whose figure was wobbly, sneered and said,
“You are the throne of swordsmanship!”
“I don’t believe it, you just fought a battle, and you have no ability to protect a sword.” “
It’s just that in your heart, Although people are much stronger than you, if you go too far, if you are abrupt, if you resist, you will die.” “
Your life is higher than a sword, and I can only howl… Just a person like you, who calls himself an ancient sword cultivator, insults you.” How dare you talk about swords in front of me after meeting too many people?”
The paper fan lightly hit Feng Xiao’s trembling face, and he slowly raised his chin.
With a sound of “poof”, Feng Xiao’s body shook violently, his heart turned against the blood, his eyes became slack on the spot, and blood spewed out from his mouth.
The sick young man turned sideways in time, and with a flick of the folding fan, half of his face was pinned.
“Changing the road, you are not worthy to carry a sword!”
(End of this chapter)
