Martial Arts Assassin Master

Chapter 147

Zhao Fanxing nodded: "Okay, Abbot Daotian, the younger generation will be ready."

The enemies he had dealt with before were already strong enough, but when he faced a master like Abbot Daotian, he still felt a little uneasy.

After thinking wildly for a while, Zhao Fanxing walked to a table in Yueyang Tower, picked up the teapot, poured himself a cup of tea, and drank it all in one gulp.

This pot of tea is "Tieguanyin" and it tastes pretty good.

Zhao Fanxing had been fighting continuously just now, and was sweating and very hot.

Now, with the cool breeze blowing and enjoying cups of hot tea, I feel better involuntarily.

At this moment, Nangong Feiyan also came over, and asked with concern: "Brother Zhao, are you sure you can defeat Abbot Daotian?"

Zhao Fanxing was stunned for a moment, then said, "I'm not sure, I can only say that I will do my best."

Nangong Feiyan showed a bright smile and looked at him affectionately.

Moments later, the fight started again.

Both of them walked to the center of the clearing.

Abbot Daotian clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, I'm not welcome."

"Dragon Claw Technique!" He stepped forward, his hands turned into dragon claws, and continuously attacked Zhao Fanxing's chest, lower abdomen and top of his head.

Master Daotian's attack speed was extremely fast, and he played a series of moves.

"Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms!" Zhao Fanxing also waved his palms to block the opponent's attack.

For a while, the two of them were going back and forth, fighting together.

With the blessing of the "Yi Jin Jing", Abbot Daotian's martial arts exerted extremely powerful power, and Zhao Fanxing defended with all his strength for every blow.

Fortunately, the "Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms" did not lose the slightest in its moves, and the enemy did not find any flaws.

The disciples of the top ten sects saw it and shouted loudly.

Zhao Fanxing also carefully observed the opponent's moves after continuous defense, trying to find flaws in them.

Although Master Daotian's "Dragon Claw Technique" is very powerful, it cannot break his palm technique.

The two are temporarily in a state of evenly matched strength.

"Thousand-leaf hands of Tathagata!" But at this moment, Master Daotian suddenly changed his moves, waved his palms, and attacked him continuously. Every time he made a move, it seemed like thousands of palms were coming.

"King Kong is not bad!" Facing the enemy's offensive, Zhao Fanxing also stimulated his internal strength to turn his skin golden.

"Dang, clang, clang!" Master Daotian's palms hit him, and there was only a series of crisp sounds, which were useless.

Zhao Fanxing also took advantage of this opportunity to launch a counterattack.

"Hung Chien Yu Lu!" He waved his palms, releasing hundreds of golden dragons, flying towards the enemy in a circle.

Master Daotian calmly used the internal strength of "Yi Jin Jing", waved his palms, and released countless palm winds to meet the attack.

"Boom, boom, boom!" The golden dragon and the palm wind collided, canceling each other out.

Zhao Fanxing also secretly admired him: "This guy's internal strength is really powerful. He can actually block my attack."

"It came out of nowhere!" He jumped over without stopping his attack, and slapped Master Daotian's chest with both palms.

Master Daotian had been prepared for a long time, and waved his backhand to block his moves.

"Lingbo Weibu!" Zhao Fanxing also used Qinggong at this time, running sideways close to the ground and walking around the opponent.

"Six Meridians Sword Formation!" He used the "Six Meridians Divine Sword", waved his fingers, surrounded the opponent with six invisible sword qi, hacked and stabbed from different directions, forming a sword formation.

Master Daotian was in it, calm and unhurried, sweeping his palms continuously, releasing a series of palm winds to resist his attack.

"Dragon roars to the nine heavens!" Zhao Fanxing soared into the sky at this moment, using the "Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms", waving his palms, releasing nine golden dragons, which swooped down from the sky.

"Boom, boom, boom!" Master Daotian was busy dealing with the invisible sword energy and could not dodge at all. He could only use the "Yi Jin Jing" to create an air wall above his head to resist the attack.

"Boom!" The golden dragon shattered the air wall, shattered Master Daotian's body-protecting true energy, and blasted it away.

Master Daotian lay sideways on the ground, his chest was full of energy and blood, his throat was sweet, and he spat out a mouthful of blood with a "wow".

The Shaolin disciples hurriedly came over and helped him up: "Abbott, are you okay?"

Master Daotian didn't say much, but with a kind smile, he waved his hand to signal the Shaolin disciples to retreat.

Then, he sat up cross-legged and used the internal energy of the "Yi Jin Jing". The true energy in his body was so strong that it revolved around him.

Master Daotian also quickly recovered his vitality, intact as before.

He stood up slowly, clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, Zhao Shaoxia's miraculous skills are world-class, and I admire him."

Zhao Fanxing smiled: "Master Abbot is polite, this junior is also lucky to win."

The disciples of the ten major sects let out deafening shouts.

Abbot Daotian also turned around and left.

After a while, the next master appeared on the stage, and it was Mo Wuyou, the number one master of the Wudang School.

There was a tolerant smile in the old man's eyes: "Boy, I haven't thanked you enough for helping me with the Wudang Clan before."

Zhao Fanxing cupped his hands and said, "Senior Mo, you're too polite."

Mo Wuyou nodded: "Boy, you have to take a good look at my swordsmanship."

"Shenwu swordsmanship!" With a movement of his body, he had already reached the top of Zhao Fanxing's head, and the long sword was also slashed from top to bottom, releasing an extremely powerful sword energy.

Zhao Fanxing immediately jumped sideways to avoid it.

"Bang!" The sword energy hit the ground, creating a sword mark several meters long.

Mo Wuyou completed one blow, landed in the air, swung his long sword, and slashed continuously.

Although his sword moves were not fast and the moves were not complicated, each move carried terrifying strength, and the timing of the attack was just right, making it difficult for Zhao Fanxing to dodge.

"Broken Sword Style!" He drew his sword out of its sheath and used "Dugu Nine Swords" to confront the enemy.

At this time, Zhao Fanxing was like a spirit snake, nimbly jumping sideways to avoid the enemy's attack, and the long sword also slashed diagonally to attack the opponent's flaws in his moves.

His moves didn't even have sword energy, but Mo Wuyou showed fear and had to block them.

The Wudang sect master also praised: "It seems that you know my Wudang sect's sword moves like the back of your hand."

For a moment, the two fought close to each other.

"Clang, clang, clang!" The two swords intersected, and sparks flew everywhere.

Mo Wuyou has experienced many battles, he is not limited to sword moves, but uses them freely.

Zhao Fanxing's "Dugu Nine Swords" is designed to attack the opponent's flaws, and it is also extremely flexible.

The sword light flashes, reaching everywhere.

The disciples of the ten major sects were stunned and even forgot to applaud.

In a short while, the two also made hundreds of moves.

Zhao Fanxing also figured out the opponent's attack habits, and the offensive became more and more fierce.

At this moment, Mo Wuyou suddenly changed his moves, swung his sword with his backhand, and released a series of powerful sword energy, attacking his chest and lower abdomen from bottom to top.

Zhao Fanxing had been prepared for a long time, put his sword back into its sheath, used "Lingbo Weibu", and walked sideways to the ground to avoid the opponent's sword energy.

"Lingxi Finger!" Then, he stretched out his right hand's two fingers and clamped the tip of Mo Wuyou's sword firmly.

(End of this chapter)