Wudang sweeps the tunnel, awakens full-level comprehension at the beginning

Chapter 176 Congenital First Battle, Lingxu Fights Yang Guo
Such an event.

Let the blood of all the big players in the rivers and lakes boil.

It's another battle of innate masters.

It's not as simple as an ordinary martial arts appointment, it involves the dispute between Xixia and Song Dynasty.

The three monks of Nirvana Temple looked at each other, and were shocked by the masters brought by Lu Heng.

Fortunately, Lu Heng was not offended, otherwise the grass on the grave would be three feet high now.

Song Zhezong is not from the rivers and lakes.

Where do you understand these Taoisms, you are still as majestic as a clown.

"We promised!"

Lu Heng's words, before Sunflower Patriarch had spoken, Song Zhezong naturally spoke and made a decision.

"Official, this."

"Why, Patriarch Sunflower, you don't think it's appropriate. Since the Emperor of Song Dynasty accepts it, then sign the certificate of life and death."

Lu Heng just clapped his hands.

Immediately someone sent a pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Now Patriarch Sunflower can be said to be riding a tiger, how dare he tell the little emperor about his shortcomings.

Can only bite the bullet.

But Song Zhezong is not an idiot, and he can see the uneasiness in Sunflower's eyes.

For an excuse, he was pulled into the Shaolin Temple camp, and asked: "Look at your face, it's very strange, is it possible that we will lose this time?"

lose?
It's fine if you just lose, I'm afraid you will die this time.

Sunflower hesitated for a while, turned into a sigh, and said: "I thought we could win this time, but God knows that Lu Heng brought so many innate talents. I'm afraid he came prepared after the news leaked. With such high-end power, Not to mention a Shaolin Temple, even with an army of [-], this group of innate talents can kill them in an instant."

"Scared? Patriarch Sunflower, don't scare me."

"Officials, how dare this old slave scare you, not to mention the sword demon just now, it gives me a feeling that it is difficult to deal with, if he makes a move, this old slave will definitely die."

"If there is no mistake, the other party is at least a strong person in the Ninth Level of Innate Realm. From the point of view of the Great Song Wulin, it is the Murong Longcheng of the Yan Kingdom, Xiaoyaozi, the founder of the Xiaoyao Sect, Xuancheng of Shaolin, and Duan Siping, the founding emperor of Dali. The Taizu of this dynasty can be compared with him."

It's not Sunflower who puts gold on her face.

Innate Ninth Level Realm, appearing in the world of low martial arts, it is like releasing a big satellite at the beginning.

"Then what to do, why didn't you say it earlier."

A look of panic appeared on Song Zhezong's face.

Sunflower forced a smile and said, "I've lived long enough. After this time, I'm afraid I won't be able to serve the government anymore, but even if I die, I won't let anyone touch you."

Be timid before fighting.

The group of priests looked at each other, moved by Sunflower Ancestor's attitude towards death, and his aura increased.

The five old monks of Shaolin Temple looked at each other, Lingxu walked over and saluted.

"Amitabha, the old monk would like to thank you for your help in the battle. How about letting the old monk start the first battle?"

"Little monk, you have to be careful. The opponents bring you the best of the best. They are comparable to ordinary warriors. Let's have a Tian Ji horse race."

Sunflower Patriarch rolled his eyes, but then he became a little frustrated.

Because even the weakest women of the opponent are not the existence of their own ability to fight.

"Senior Sunflower, don't worry, this old monk has practiced the Shaolin Boy Kungfu hard, and the Vajra is not broken. Even if the opponent's internal strength is stronger than mine, I can't do anything to this old monk."

Don't talk about others.

Lu Heng said casually: "You guys, whoever is going to solve it, can draw lots. Remember not to keep your hands. No matter who fights, I will wipe them all out."

"Suzaku, you must not make a move."

"The others decide as they please."

Lu Heng returned to the sedan chair and sat swaggeringly.

That kind of domineering contempt for the world can no longer be concealed.

The layman looks at the excitement and the insider looks at the doorway.

If they are not innate, how can they understand how fierce this kind of battle is beyond their vision.

It is a matter of life and death.

The heroes retreated a few hundred meters and made a circle.

He saw an old monk wearing cassock walking out from the side of Shaolin Temple.

Many Jianghu people don't know this person, and whisper to each other.

Xuanci opened his mouth and said: "This battle will be fought by my uncle Lingxu Divine Monk!"

"I don't know your faction, who will end up!"

Yang Guo shook his head, threw away the short lottery and walked out.

"Tianzun Palace, Yang Guo, the Five Protectors, please enlighten me!"

Not one-armed, but a carving hero with sound hands in his peak period.

Seeing the black iron epee on his back, everyone was at a loss.

Neither side has heard of it.

One is a monk of the Lingzi generation in Shaolin Temple.

One is a young master who looks only in his thirties.

The age difference between the two parties is tens of years, the heroes are not optimistic about Yang Guo, but the Shaolin Temple group are all nervous.

Because I listened to the meaning of Sunflower Patriarch.

The opponent's master realm seems to be very flat.

Regardless of the fact that there are two veiled women, it is even more mysterious.

"It turned out to be Layman Yang, I have admired him for a long time!"

"It's a joke. It's my first appearance. Do you still know me? Sure enough, Shaolin Temple is hypocritical. Let's make a move. I'm afraid you won't have a chance to use the second move."

Lingxu choked on these words.

He took out the weapon casually, but it turned out to be a crescent shovel for subduing demons.

"The old monk used to use the demon-repelling shovel, and this shovel weighs 36 catties!"

"The dark iron epee weighs ninety-nine and eighty-one catties, old monk, you have to be careful."

Yang Guo was too lazy to talk nonsense, he drew out the black iron sword behind his back, when he saw the unopened blade, everyone stared at it with wide eyes.

Only Lu Heng and Dugu Qiubai seemed to be smiling.

The black iron sword technique was born out of the Dugu Nine Swords, not to mention the absolute weight, the density of the black iron is also stronger than ordinary weapons.

Not to mention that this weight is twice that of the opponent.

"Lifting the weight as if it were light, Layman Yang is clever, but you have to be careful."

As soon as the old monk made a move, it was a killer move.

Yang Guo held the black iron epee, instead of fighting, within ten moves, he only heard a crackling sound.

The demon-subduing crescent shovel was actually broken in two.

Lu Heng's eyes were sharp, but he was very satisfied in his heart.

[You watch the martial arts competition carefully, inspire your full-level comprehension, comprehend the black iron sword technique, and automatically deduce it to perfection! 】

[You have to compete carefully to watch carefully, inspire full-level comprehension, comprehend the magic shoveling method, and automatically deduce to perfection! 】

Double the joy.

A long weapon like a crescent shovel is not his specialty.

This method of subduing demons and shoveling is naturally deleted and not learned.

However, the black iron sword technique is wide open and closed, but it is quite suitable for masters with extraordinary arm strength. No matter what moves, they can break them with strength.

"Uncle, be careful!"

Seeing this, Xuanci's heart tightened.

Just when he thought that Yang Guo would kill the killer, Yang Guo stopped and directly stuck his sword in the mountain gate square.

"I'm not taking advantage of you. Since the weapon is broken, I'll play fist and kick with you. Old monk, you have to be careful."

"Yang Jushi is indeed a righteous person, chivalry is the first, the old monk admires, why don't you abandon the dark and turn to the light, it will be easier..."

The words are not finished yet.

I saw that when Yang Guo made a move, it was his famous stunt, the palm of his heart was ecstasy.

And it used [-]% of its power.

That sense of sadness infected the surroundings.

Lu Heng watched for a while, and suddenly became happy.

"What a artistic conception of martial arts, Yang Guo really practiced the artistic conception, the spirit is finished."

The voice just fell.

But he saw that Lingxu's body was suddenly torn apart, and with such a palm force, he destroyed the vajra indestructible body.

Yang Guo said coldly: "You are not qualified to recruit me, so you are dead, so it is no fault of me."

"Uncle Master!"

"Amitabha! How dare you kill me!"

"Competition in martial arts, isn't your Tianzun Palace afraid that we will kill us too!"

(To be continued)
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