Wulin martial arts hegemony record

Chapter 15: One Enemy Three
"Chivalrous and courageous? Modesty and politeness? A role model for a warrior?" The man in the brocade robe laughed, and then he spat: "What a fucking fart! I can scold as I want, I don't need to explain to anyone!"

This rude behavior came from this elegant and handsome man in a brocade robe, it was really shocking.

"As for the three of you, you have followed me secretly for two days, do you think I don't know!" The brocade robed man's face darkened: "Bright guys, let me see how confident you are to follow me!"

"Senior Tang——" Song Youcheng still wanted to explain, but the young Taoist shouted impatiently: "Brother, why are you being polite to him, let's fight him with all our strength, and we must not lose the prestige of our master!" The long sword at the waist.

"Senior Brother Guo is right, let's go shoulder to shoulder!" The girl also drew out her sword, with a look of eagerness to try.

Seeing that the matter had come to an end, Song Youcheng drew out his long sword, and whispered to the two solemnly, "Follow the old rules. Although Tang Fangzhuo didn't bring a bow and arrow, we must be careful of his hidden weapons!"

The two nodded in understanding.

"Song Youcheng of the Qingcheng sect, please enlighten me, senior!"

"Qingcheng sent Guo Youxin to ask for advice!"

"Yang Xiuling of the Emei sect, please enlighten me, senior!"

Accompanied by three greetings, the young Taoist named Guo Youxin stepped on the wooden table with his right foot, his body soared into the air, and the long sword in his hand was like the sharp claws of a goshawk, piercing the brocade robed man's head; while Song Youcheng and Yang Xiuling Quickly flashed across the gap between the wooden tables, and pierced the brocade robed man's ribs.

"Stand back." The brocade-robed man took the umbrella from the boy's hand calmly, his knees slightly bent, then straightened again, and his whole body rose straight from the ground.The umbrella held above the head just met Guo Youxin's volleying sword, there was a muffled "flutter", and the sharp sword with the sound of whistling wind failed to split the open beautiful umbrella.

The rising momentum of the brocade robed man continued, and the umbrella in his hand continued to point towards Guo Youxin who was in midair.

Guo Youxin took a deep breath, and with the help of the rebounding force of the umbrella and the long sword, he stopped his falling figure, performed the Yunlong Nine Appearance Technique, and forcibly turned over in the air, barely avoiding the passing umbrella.

At the same time, the brocade-robed man who was in mid-air kicked the other two who failed to swing their swords.

Song Youcheng and Yang Xiuling swung their swords at the same time.

The man in the brocade robe didn't close his legs. The long sword pierced the sole of his boot, making a crisp sound of gold and iron, which surprised Xue Chang who was watching. He immediately understood: the leather boots of the man in the brocade robe were either made of special , or a sharp weapon built into the sole.

The brocade robed man suddenly fell sharply, trying to trample his opponent's long sword under his feet.

Song Youcheng and Yang Xiuling hurriedly drew their swords and retreated.

The brocade robed man was about to step forward to attack, when Guo Youxin, who had not landed on the ground, yelled and stabbed with his sword vigorously.

The brocade robed man quickly raised his umbrella, not only knocking away Guo Youxin's long sword, but also knocked Guo Youxin's body off balance due to the powerful force coming out.It's a pity that the brocade robed man couldn't seize this golden opportunity, because the other two attacked again...

The few caravan guards saw the two sides fighting, and soon their faces turned pale. The martial arts of the brocade robed man was beyond their imagination. Remembering the rude words to him before, they slipped out of the wooden house in a hurry for fear of retaliation.

The young man who followed the brocade robed man focused on the fight in front of him without taking his eyes off it.

The other guests in the house also realized the danger and fled outside the wooden house one after another. Only the shopkeeper and the shopkeeper hid in the corner, trembling. Hearing the broken tables and stools from time to time, the shopkeeper was so painful that he almost shed tears. Come, but dare not say a word of dissuasion.

Xue Chang, who was standing outside the house, was delighted to see it. It was the first time he came to this world to see other people fighting, and he lived up to his expectations: the man in the brocade robe was calm and calm, and only used an umbrella to block the three of them from joining forces. Attack, and relying on his profound skills, every time the umbrella sword collides, the opponent will suffer a small loss.Although the three of them were far from being opponents in the situation of fighting alone, they cooperated tacitly and gave full play to their strengths.

Song Youcheng's swordsmanship is long and steady, and his internal strength is stronger than the other two. He is like a strong pine that is not afraid of strong winds. The main force; Yang Xiuling's lightness kung fu is dexterous and elegant, but her swordsmanship is weird and changeable, like catkins falling in the wind, restraining a lot of energy of the man in brocade robe.The three of them advanced and retreated from time to time, attacking or defending, always maintaining pressure on the man in the brocade robe, making it impossible for him to attack one of them with all his strength.

For a moment, the sword light flickered in the wooden house, and the sound of gold and iron resounded non-stop.

After about [-] rounds, the brocade robed man swung his umbrella to repel Guo Youxin, and suddenly yelled: "Little bastards, the warm-up is over, it's time to get real!"

He wiped his left hand on his chest, and then shook his wrist at Yang Xiuling who was behind him.

Song Youcheng, standing in front of him and seeing clearly, shouted eagerly: "Junior Sister Yang, be careful!"

Yang Xiuling caught a glimpse of two bright lights flying towards her quickly, she hurriedly retracted her sword, and heard a crisp sound of "clang", a small colored bead was knocked flying, and Yang Xiuling felt her right hand holding the sword trembling numb.She gritted her silver teeth secretly, swiped her sword again and knocked another colorful bead into the air, but the forceful force coming from it made her unable to hold the long sword tightly anymore, and she dropped it.

Song Youcheng and Guo Youxin rushed to attack with their swords, trying to restrain the man in the brocade robe and give Yang Xiuling a chance to breathe.

Unexpectedly, the man in brocade robe stretched out his finger and flicked, two bright lights shot at the two of them, forcing them to defend.At the same time, he held an open umbrella and bumped into Yang Xiuling who was behind him.

Yang Xiuling didn't have time to pick up the long sword on the ground, so she swayed and dodged to the side.

The flower umbrella was suddenly put away, and what appeared in front of Yang Xiuling's eyes was the left leg swept out by the man in brocade robe.

Yang Xiuling, who had lost her chance, could only hastily stretch out her arms to block, but was kicked straight by the man in brocade robe, she let out a coquettish cry, and her whole body involuntarily flew back towards the door.

Xue Chang, who was standing at the door, stretched out his right arm without hesitation, trying to block Yang Xiuling who was about to fall to the ground, but he obviously underestimated the strength of the man in brocade robe's leg, and a strong force came from the girl's body, He immediately staggered two steps back and hit the door frame.

Immediately, the girl's delicate body also crashed into her arms, Xue Chang was hit hard again, and suddenly fell to the ground in fatigue.

Most of the force Yang Xiuling endured was on Xue Chang's body, but she didn't suffer too much damage. Seeing Xue Chang lying on the ground coughing repeatedly, she asked guiltily, "Are...are you alright?"

Xue Chang was speechless for a moment, and could only wave his hands repeatedly.

Worried about her teammates, Yang Xiuling hurriedly took out a small bottle from her bosom and put it on the ground: "This is my teacher's elixir for internal injuries, two or three pills should be fine." After speaking, she stood up and held back her body Unwell, ready to join the battle group again.

But at this time the situation on the field changed again.

After the brocade robed man kicked Yang Xiuling away, the flower umbrella in his hand stabbed at Song Youcheng.

Song Youcheng swung his sword to block it.

The man in brocade robe flicked his left index finger, and a bright light shot directly at the long sword in Song Youcheng's hand.At the same time, he flicked his left hand again, and another light shot directly at Guo Youxin's face, who was about to volley down, making him unable to rescue him.

Song Youcheng's moves are old, and it's too late to dodge. He uses his skills and is ready to block hard.

With a sound of "铛", Song Youcheng's long sword was knocked crookedly by the small colored beads, revealing the empty door.

The umbrella of the brocade robed man pierced straight in, and the tip of the umbrella hit the Jianjing point on Song Youcheng's right shoulder.

Song Youcheng's right hand was numb and weak, and he couldn't hold the long sword, so it fell to the ground.

The man in brocade robe flicked his right wrist again, and the umbrella quickly hit Song Youcheng's Tanzhong acupoint.

Song Youcheng's whole body went limp all of a sudden, and he sat down on the ground.

"Senior brother!" Guo Youxin was shocked, and attacked with his sword recklessly.

Yang Xiuling also picked up the long sword on the ground and rushed forward to rescue.

Originally, the three of them were barely able to withstand the attack of the man in brocade robe, but now one of them was knocked down, and the other was injured internally, so it didn't take long for the two of them to be hit on acupuncture points and collapsed to the ground.

The man in the brocade robe put away the flower umbrella, walked to a wooden table that was still in good condition and sat down, turned around and shouted: "Make a pot of good tea!"

The shopkeeper stood up from the corner and stammered, "Okay...okay..."

The brocade robed man glanced at him, took out a silver ingot from his pocket, and threw it back casually.

The ingot of silver fell slowly on the counter as if someone was supporting it, without a single sound.

(End of this chapter)