The heavens start with letting the bullets fly

Chapter 76

This chain of three swords was extremely fierce, each move was extremely fierce, and the chain of three swords was extremely powerful. Seeing this, the four of Linghu Chong couldn't help but yelled out "ah".

However, Chen Zhao said: "The power of this 'Three Immortal Swords' is very powerful. Back then, the disciples of the Sword Sect used this move in the Grand Competition on the Yunv Peak to connect several disciples of the Murderous Qi Sect. Just come to the door."

After saying this, he waved his hand casually, and the long sword flew into the sky. Everyone looked up, but saw the sharp sword falling from the sky, with the tip of the sword facing down, like lightning, and it hit a big stone next to it.

There was a loud "boom".

The stone, which weighed several kilograms, suddenly seemed to be shaken violently. It was instantly covered with patterns, and then hundreds of stones flew out in an instant, stirring up bursts of smoke and dust.

When the smoke cleared away, he saw that the tip of the sword was stuck on the innermost small stone, the sword body was outside, and the hilt was still shaking.

"What?" From Ning Zhongze down, everyone was stunned and shocked.

The long sword that was thrown into the sky, fell down with the tip of the sword facing down, and naturally martial arts practitioners can do it.

But the internal force attached to the sword smashed a huge stone of several thousand catties, and the long sword was not destroyed at all.

Not many people can do this!

What kind of power control is this?
What kind of magical power?
What accomplishments!

With such a sword strike, others always have ever-changing moves, how can they resist it?

The power of one style is so terrifying!
The disciples were astonished, but Ning Zhong looked at her husband with admiration and admiration.

Chen Zhao looked at Linghu Chong, and said lightly, "Chong'er, you can say whatever comes to your mind."

Linghu Chong's face turned pale and red for a while, but more of it was admiration, and finally he knelt down on the ground and said: "Master, Mistress, this disciple has something important to report."

"Oh?"

So Linghu Chong told what he had seen and heard in the cave.

It turned out that four months ago, when Linghu Chong was practicing Zixia's magical skills, he accidentally discovered that there was a cave inside the cave, and the cave outside was only separated by a few inches thick stone wall.

Inside the cave, there were naturally the skeletons of ten masters, and the stone walls were engraved with sword moves of the Five Sacred Sword School, and each move and style had been deciphered by these ten masters.

So Chen Zhao led everyone into the cave.

Holding up torches, everyone stared at the densely packed moves on the stone wall, and was stunned for a while.

It took a long time before Ning Zhongze breathed a sigh of relief and sighed: "Senior brother, if I hadn't seen you performing magical skills just now, I would have doubted my school's martial arts after seeing these sword moves. No wonder Chong'er went astray."

Chen Zhao nodded and said: "When there is a natural disaster, there is no food at home, and you can still wear hundreds or thousands of brocade clothes to go out and show off, and maybe you can cheat for a bite. But if others are not cheated, no matter how many silks Silk and satin will starve to death sooner or later."

Ning Zhong nodded in agreement.

Chen Zhao thought about it for a while, and then said: "But it is silk and satin after all. If there is food in the family, it can be used to complement the family's wealth. Fa'er and Dayou, you two will work together with your senior brother to spend a month. Kung fu, copy down all these sword moves and classify them into categories, my Huashan School Zhongxing, these sword moves may be of great use."

Then he said: "If the disciples of the Sword Sect see these moves, they will immediately feel that the Huashan School's martial arts have already surpassed Shaolin's Wudang! Let's go!"

He and his wife went out of the cave first, followed by the rest of the disciples.

As soon as he got out of the cave, Chen Zhao's mind suddenly moved, and he shouted, "Who is it?"

While talking, he strode out of the big cave.

Everyone was startled and rushed out.

But he saw a tall and thin man standing about Zhang Xu outside the entrance of the cave, wearing a green robe.

It was already afternoon at this time, the man was leaning against the sun, his face was covered with a green cloth, only a pair of eyes were exposed, he had never seen this figure before.

As the head disciple, Linghu Chong was half in charge of dealing with outsiders, so he immediately took a few steps forward and shouted: "Who is your Excellency and why are you here?"

The man didn't answer, he stretched out his right hand, and suddenly pointed forward to the right, looking at the posture of Yun Jin, the sword was moving, it seemed to be Ning Zhongze's move "Wu Shuang Wu Du, Ning's sword".

Linghu Chong was amazed, most of the hostility disappeared immediately, and asked: "Is your Excellency a senior of our school?"

Suddenly, a gust of wind bypassed Linghu Chong and rushed straight in front of Chen Zhao, attacking him by the throat. It was the move "Wu Shuang Wu Du, Ning's Sword" again.

Chen Zhao smiled freely, and struck straight away with his palm. The wind in his palm was violent, the old man's figure flashed sharply, but his fingers changed suddenly, and he pointed directly at the "Laogong acupoint" in Chen Zhao's palm.

"boom"

There was a soft sound, palms and fingers intersected, Chen Zhao didn't move, but the old man took a few steps back.

"Dugu Nine Swords is not bad at all, but my uncle doesn't have a sword in his hand, so he can't beat me with finger strength alone."

Chen Zhao opened his mouth lightly, but bowed his hands again: "Yue Buqun, the head of Huashan Mountain, pays his respects to Master Feng, the senior of our sect. I don't know what Uncle Feng told me, but was he ever convinced?"

Just as the old man was about to speak, there was a chi-chi sound, and there seemed to be dozens of blue butterflies flying up and down in front of him.

Everyone was shocked, even the old man was stunned.

But it turned out that the blue cloth used to cover the old man's face was torn apart by Chen Zhao's internal force, revealing a face.

I saw him with a white beard, a gloomy expression, and a face like gold paper, as if he hadn't seen the sun for many years.

It turned out that even though Chen Zhao held the opponent's finger with his palm just now, his inner strength was unrivaled. Not only was he not damaged at all, but he counterattacked with his inner strength and tore the green cloth on the opponent's face.

He seemed to think that if he used his internal strength to attack the enemy, even three masters of Feng Qingyang's internal strength would be able to defeat him. At this time, he just tore up his green cloth, and he was just showing mercy.

"Hmph! You're right, the old man has no sword in his hand, so he really can't win against you."

The old man spoke slowly.

"Brother, who is he?" Ning Zhongze was shocked and couldn't help but ask.

"Junior Sister, this is a master of our Huashan School of Sword Sect. Uncle Feng Qing Yangfeng, Chong'er, Fa'er, why don't you come here to pay a visit to Grand Master Feng. Uncle Feng Tai is a senior of my Huashan Sword Sect, but he is full of martial arts. I have already left the Huashan Sword Sect's fence, and I tried my best to persuade the two sides to eliminate their differences, but they were not tolerated by both sides, so they could only retire sadly. After so many years, I thought my uncle had passed away long ago."

Chen Zhao introduced it to several disciples.

Linghu Chong remembered the words "Feng Qingyang" written on the stone wall of the cave, and also remembered what his master had asked him, and suddenly realized it, and hurriedly led his brothers and sisters to meet him.

"Disciple pays respects to Uncle Feng Tai."

"That's all!" Feng Qingyang waved his hands and looked at Chen Zhao: "If the old man had a long sword in his hand, wouldn't he be able to deal with you, a junior?"

Chen Zhao shook his head: "As the head of the sect, the younger generation has practiced Huashan internal skills hard for 30 years. A year ago, he reviewed the past and learned the new, and made it to a higher level. The younger generation has Qizong martial arts and has reached the peak of the Huashan sect. Uncle Feng's Dugu Although Nine Swords surpasses the barriers of Huashan School martial arts and is the best swordsmanship in the world, but its internal strength is insufficient, even if it has a deep understanding of Po Qi Style, it can't restrain me!"

"Really? The old man needs to learn something!" Feng Qingyang snorted coldly.

(End of this chapter)