The Heavens: Starting from the Monk of the Tang Dynasty

Chapter 381 One Sword Breaks the Divine Monk
Seeing this, the monk of emptiness transformed the empty claw of his left hand, hitting Luo Qingyang's temple with a bead grabbing style.

Although his speed was a bit slower, once he hit the opponent's temple, Luo Qingyang would be seriously injured if he didn't die.

For those who practice martial arts, the temple is a fatal spot. If you don't pay attention, you will die.

The monk of Kongxing wanted to use this to force Luo Qingyang to return to defense.

He agreed to make three moves, but he also threw them out of the blue, and he didn't remember them at all.

The disciples of the third generation of Wudang in front of him are not easy to deal with even if their internal strength is not as good as his.

This son has definitely reached the level of a first-class master, and is slightly weaker than the Wudang Seven Heroes.

"Shu~"

Luo Qingyang soared into the air from his feet, and turned over in the air, but the pure yin brush point hand was firmly stuck to the wrist of the emptiness monk.

He not only avoided the dragon's claws attacking his temples from the emptiness monk, but also brushed the acupoint on the elbow of the emptiness monk.

"Bang~"

Seeing this, the monk of Kongxing hastily activated the body protection magic art, shaking Luo Qingyang out.

In terms of internal strength, Luo Qingyang was at a considerable disadvantage, no matter how superb his methods were, he couldn't hurt him.

Luo Qingyang was shaken several feet, turned over in the air, and landed on the ground deftly.

At this time, the monk of emptiness put his right hand behind his back, acting like a peerless master.

Only he himself knew that the Waiguan acupoint hit by the pure yin force was faintly numb.

Even if it doesn't affect his ability to use Shaolin Dragon Claws, he will feel embarrassed if he is injured by a Wudang junior.

"It's such a profound Qinggong, the Wudang School has a profound foundation."

Seeing Luo Qingyang's lightness kung fu, the monk of emptiness didn't lose the slightest bit when dealing with him. He was obviously weaker in internal kung fu, so he was not at a disadvantage.

Even if Luo Qingyang didn't hurt him when he hit him, and the monk of Kongxing didn't hit Luo Qingyang, he would be at a disadvantage in the first round of the fight.

"Spiritual Monk Kongxing, Qingshu still has a punch, please enlighten me."

Luo Qingyang didn't take it seriously, he immediately floated away like a breeze, and rushed straight to the monk of emptiness.

One hand of Chunyang Fist is wide open and closed, and only by going forward indomitably can it exert its greatest power.

"Okay, the old monk will have a good competition with you today."

The monk of emptiness dare not be careless.

Today's Luo Qingyang has not used any of Wudang's martial arts, so he obviously has reservations, this son can fight him.

The monk of Kongxing performed the cloud-taking pose, but he didn't lock the acupoints on Luo Qingyang's body, and grabbed his fist directly.

He wanted to fight Luo Qingyang directly and let the other party know about the old man, but it was not that easy to deal with.

On the other hand, the people watching the battle all showed surprised expressions.

No one expected that a disciple of the third generation of Wudang would have such strength that he could fight against the three monks of Shaolin.

"Master, is Junior Brother Song's martial arts also from Wudang?"

Ding Minjun looked at Luo Qingyang in amazement, this young man who was about ten years younger than her.

At first, Miejue Shitai told her that she might marry Wudang and choose one of her or Nangongxue.

In terms of appearance, she was indeed a little worse than Nangong Xue, but in terms of strength, Nangong Xue was dumped several blocks by her.

Originally, she wanted to refuse, but when she heard that the marriage partner was Song Qingshu from Wudang Mountain, she temporarily suppressed it.

After she came to Wudang Mountain, she had been observing Luo Qingyang.

Although the man is lazy, his appearance and family background are excellent, and the strength he has shown now makes Ding Minjun admire him very much.

A 16-year-old boy can actually face off against the three monks of Shaolin. Looking at the entire Jianghu, it must be unique.

Regardless of appearance, family background, and martial arts are top-notch, such a person is definitely a good person.

"Except for the inner strength that is Master Zhang's Pure Yang Wuji Kungfu, I have never seen the rest of the martial arts."

Miejue Shitai also shook his head.

All she could see was Luo Qingyang's internal strength, which was pure Yang Wuji.

In the whole world, only one old Taoist Zhang Sanfeng can practice this technique.

I heard that this martial art needs to maintain a childish body before breaking through the innate realm, so that the Seven Heroes of Wudang have not practiced it.

It never occurred to him that Luo Qingyang actually practiced the Pure Yang Wuji Kung Fu. It seems that this marriage may be a mess.

With Luo Qingyang's celestial appearance, he should be able to reach the innate realm. As for when he will reach it, it's hard to say.

Perhaps, today is just the time to see, with this kid's talent, when will he be able to enter the Xiantian?
"Really Zhang, is the martial art used by Nephew Song Xian a new creation by you?"

Miejue Shitai has seen Jiugong Baguazhang, Chunyangquan, Chunyinfu acupoint hand, and the mysterious lightness kung fu.

The first one, unlike Zhang Zhenren's creation, it is impossible for a generation of masters to create so many flawed palms.

The latter two doors are possible. Lightness kung fu brings dexterity to the extreme, similar to the extension of Ti Yunzong.

"Martial arts are all created by Qing Shu, and the old Taoist just occasionally mentions him a few words."

Zhang Sanfeng replied proudly.

A young man who can create these martial arts and has good strength means that talent and understanding are indispensable.

"What, it was created by Qing Shu?"

Song Yuanqiao was more surprised than the others. He thought Luo Qingyang had been playing with heresy tricks like the turtle's breath technique all day long.

Unexpectedly, his son has created so many martial arts, some of which are not weaker than Wudang's unique skills.

"The wave behind the Yangtze River pushes the wave ahead, nephew Song Xian is expected to break through to the innate realm before the age of 30!"

Master Miejue is really envious, he is indeed the reincarnation of a heaven and man, and the heavens are blessing him.

In more than ten years, the era of Luo Qingyang will be ushered in. The Wudang School at that time will definitely be a giant.

"Amitabha, nephew Song Xian's celestial presence is beyond my reach."

Master Kongwen praised.

Thinking back to when they were more than ten years old, they were just little novice monks, and their martial arts were only second-rate at most.

Not to mention creating so many martial arts, they are far inferior to Luo Qingyang in terms of cultivation alone.

On the other hand, Luo Qingyang had already collided with the monk of Kongxing.

The dragon claws of the Kongxing monk are sharp and fierce.

His fingers are as hard as steel, his iron fingers break bricks like mud, and his hands are like steel claws grabbing trees and tearing their skin. Once hit, he will definitely be seriously injured.

However, Luo Qingyang switches between pure yang boxing and pure yin brushing acupoints, and can always avoid a head-on collision with the emptiness monk at critical moments.

The Chunyang Fist opened wide and closed, and the Chunyin Fu Acupoint Hand was weird and dexterous. The two seamlessly connected, and they fought dozens of rounds with the Dragon Claw Hand of the Kongxing Divine Monk, and no one could do anything to the other.

"Senior Brother Song, your real martial arts sword."

At this moment, Qingfeng, who went to help Luo Qingyang get the real martial arts sword, finally returned to the main hall.

It was only then that everyone remembered that everyone in Wudang practiced swords, although their hands and feet were good, but with a long sword in hand, they were even more powerful.

"Master Zhang passed the True Martial Sword to him too?"

Among the crowd, some unknown people exclaimed.

As Zhang Sanfeng's sword when he was young, Zhenwu Sword is not only a peerless sword, but also a very famous sword.

"God monk, I'm going to be serious next time."

Luo Qingyang suddenly pushed out a cotton palm, and with the force of the counter-shock, it landed beside Qingfeng.

He pulled out the True Martial Sword casually. This sword is strange in style but unparalleled in sharpness. It is a precious sword that is not inferior to Yitian Sword.

In Zhang Sanfeng's middle age, he used it to sweep away evil spirits, and it shocked the world. In his later years, he rarely used it, and later passed it on to Luo Qingyang.

"True martial sword!"

The face of the emptiness monk changed slightly.

He felt that the moment Luo Qingyang picked up the real martial arts sword, his whole body changed.

If we say that the previous Luo Qingyang was "a man from Moshang who is like jade, and a son who is unparalleled in the world", he is like a banished fairy.

Then, at this time, Luo Qingyang was a king holding a sword of killing, and in a fit of rage, he laid down millions of corpses.

That kind of strange coercion made all the sword masters feel greatly shocked.

This is like a commoner meeting the emperor in person.

"I have a sword, the name of the sword is Song Jian He Gui Ni, please taste it with the monk of emptiness."

Luo Qingyang's left hand was behind his back, his fingers twitched quickly under the long sleeve, and he used the astrology to calculate.

A little bit of six-petal starlight emanated from his forehead, flashing past, almost undetectable.

After a breath, he suddenly drew his sword.

The Zhenwu sword stabbed at the empty monk in front of him at an extremely strange angle.

On the other hand, the monk of Kongxing had a very solemn expression on his face, because he couldn't understand why Luo Qingyang stabbed such a strange sword at the moment, and he couldn't figure out his purpose.

The monk of Kongxing yelled and jumped up, his hands like a storm.

Catch the wind, catch shadows, play the qin, play the zither, criticize the strong, smash the virtual, embrace the disabled, defend the lack, eight consecutive moves, and attack quickly.

The eight chained dragon claw hands of the Kongxing monk are continuous, as if there are eight changes in one move, as fast as lightning.

When his dragon claw hand arrived in front of Luo Qingyang, it happened to change into the guarding posture and the hugging posture.

His hands were as heavy as Mount Tai, and he wanted to hit the blade of the Zhenwu sword and knock it down.

"Assigned."

Luo Qingyang's right hand shook slightly, and the body of the Zhenwu sword shifted by a few millimeters, causing the dragon claw hand of the monk of Kongxing to just pass by the blade of the Zhenwu sword.

The difference is a thousand miles away.

Just this small difference allowed the Zhenwu sword to break through the blockade of the dragon claw hand and reach the throat of the monk of empty nature.

The monk of Kongxing was stunned, his hands still clawed, stuck in mid-air.

After a long time, he clasped his hands together.

"Amitabha, nephew Song Xian is a great talent. I didn't expect the poor monk to be unable to survive even one move under the sword of my nephew."

The monk of emptiness said with a wry smile.

He was still able to gain the upper hand in the previous competition of boxing kung fu.

I never thought that the three dignified Shaolin monks would not catch a single move after Luo Qingyang drew his sword.

"It made the god monk laugh. The younger generation's Matsuma Crane Returning to the Nirvana really only has one move."

Luo Qingyang also saved some face for the monk of Kongxing.

There is indeed only one move for Song Jian He to return to the nest. The most powerful thing is the prediction of the prophet, otherwise the stab will not be accurate at all.

"What, just this trick?"

The monk of emptiness was suddenly at a loss.

What kind of swordsmanship is this? It only created one move, and didn't create it in the follow-up?
"Well, this sword has only one move, and even Grand Master can't break it."

Luo Qingyang spoke calmly.

Zhang Sanfeng really couldn't defeat his move, but he could directly use the body protection magic skill to send him flying.

It is almost impossible to stab Zhang Sanfeng, unless Luo Qingyang becomes a natural master.

"Amitabha!"

The monk of Kongxing was startled, Zhang Sanfeng couldn't defeat this kind of sword move, he himself was not wronged.

On the other side, everyone was shocked by Luo Qingyang's wild words.

If even Zhang Sanfeng couldn't break this sword, how could they be his opponents?
It is almost impossible to know Xie Xun's whereabouts, they simply don't have the strength.

"Amitabha, old Nakongwen, ask nephew Song Xian to make a move."

The monk Kongwen was thoughtful. He had been observing the appearance of Luo Qingyang, and now he had a conjecture that needed to be verified.

Next time, let him try it himself!

(End of this chapter)