I'm the best catcher in martial arts

"Stupid stupid stupid! Why are you so stupid!"

The ancient sword spirit scolded Duan Fei angrily.

Although a genius warrior like him knew that there were many fools in the world, he never thought that someone could be so stupid. Duan Fei was simply stupid.

Duan Fei scratched the back of his head in embarrassment.

Not only did he not feel sad and lost, but he regained the feeling of learning martial arts when he was a child. Liu Zhongyuan also scolded him like this at the beginning, but he hasn't scolded him since he was sixteen.

It was not to protect Duan Fei's self-esteem, but Liu Zhongyuan was completely disappointed and refused to do meaningless things.

The Ancient Sword Spirit angrily scolded him, and he picked up a wicker branch and beat him severely. Duan Fei didn't care, but comforted the Ancient Sword Spirit to relax, and then continued to practice hard.

"Practice! Practice like shit! I'm really..."

Before the ancient sword soul could vent its anger, a melodious voice came from afar: "If Senior Evil God thinks that Duan Fei cannot be carved out of rotten wood, why not pass on the secret book of the Tathagata Palm to the younger generation, and the younger generation will surely give you generous gifts."

"Who the hell do you think you are? I have nothing to do with you if I teach my own son a lesson!"

The ancient sword soul was furious and struck the direction of the sound with a backhand palm. With the sound of explosions, dozens of figures in white clothes and white robes suddenly appeared.

The Seven Shamen Killer.

Qishamen is divided into five levels.

Sect masters, stewards, first-class killers, medium killers and third-class killers. Sect masters and stewards have special combined attack moves that can greatly improve their attack and defense. Therefore, they are more arrogant, while ordinary killers are more cautious.

During the previous escort robbery, the manager dared to threaten Shen Lian for this reason. If he were a top-level assassin, he would run away immediately when he saw Shen Lian.

After returning home and spending a lot of money to hire the Qisha Sect, coupled with the temptation of the Tathagata Divine Palm, the master of the Qisha Sect decided to take action himself, hoping to grab the Tathagata Divine Palm.

No one knows that the notorious leader of the Seven Evils Sect is actually Feng Zhen, the son of Feng Dao, the hero of the world. He resents Feng Dao for not paying much attention to him, and establishes the Seven Evils Sect out of anger.

Feng Zhen's family has passed down the "Three Unique Palm Techniques", and he has quite a lot of attainments in palm techniques. If he can get the Tathagata Palm, he will be able to achieve something very quickly based on Feng Zhen's foundation.

"Killer... siege..."

The ancient sword spirit's recent teachings to Duan Fei were not in vain. During the teaching process, he inevitably recalled the Tathagata's palm technique and aroused the Tathagata's supreme power.

In terms of pure offensive power, Tathagata's supreme power is not as good as Tiancan's defying power. Therefore, in the original plot, when Tiancanji and Tathagata's Palm compete, Tiancanji always has the upper hand and seems to be able to restrain Tathagata's palm. .

In fact, they just have different emphasis.

Tathagata's Supreme Power can not only be used for attack, but also for defense, body tempering, healing, and life-saving.

The ancient sword soul was besieged many times, but in the end he was able to survive the injury because the Tathagata Supreme Power protected his life. However, he was seriously injured, and the blood congestion clogged his brain, causing him to go crazy mentally.

When teaching Duan Fei, the ancient sword soul recalled the mental method of Tathagata Divine Palm and subconsciously used his skills to heal his injuries.

Although his injuries were far from recovered, a lot of blood congestion in his body had been eliminated, and he had regained 30% of his consciousness.

The moment the forceful move was launched, the ancient sword spirit regained its ambition and arrogance to fight against the heavens and the earth, and regained the fighting instinct that had troubled the world in the past. Without waiting for the killers of the Qishamen to surround it, it quickly formed seals with its hands, and the golden Buddha light enveloped dozens of feet.

The melodious Sanskrit sounds came from outside the sky, as if they were attracting the Buddha's light from the Lingshan Mountain and turning it into the shocking palm power.

Feng Zhen looked at the Ancient Sword Soul with horror, thinking that the Ancient Sword Soul had clearly become a madman and a fool, how could his martial arts be so unpredictable? Is he really crazy?

The ancient sword spirit didn't care about Feng Zhen's thoughts. When the palm power was concentrated to the limit, the Buddha's palm fell from the sky, dozens of palm prints crashed down, and the earth shook in an instant.

Palm of Tathagata·Buddha moves mountains and rivers!

Feng Zhen shouted angrily: "Form up a formation!"

The steward of the Qisha Sect flew up through the air, and the white robe on his body turned into a giant white net like a dragnet, and then turned into a huge curtain, and the curtain finally turned into a white robe.

——A white robe two feet in size.

The masters of Qishamen actually "fused" into a two-foot-tall white-clothed giant, and slapped the ancient sword soul overwhelmingly, crushing the ancient sword soul into pulp.

Most of the joint attack methods in Jianghu are to connect the qi of several or even dozens of people into one, and the number of people will not change. This unique fusion opened Duan Fei's eyes and felt like he had seen a monster.

It's certainly not a monster.

To a certain extent, this is similar to Xiaoyao Hou's Leech Kung Fu, which belongs to the category of illusion.

There is a mechanism inside the white robe, which is like a common zipper in later generations. It can be opened and closed freely. The masters inside are stacked up, similar to the shape of "many".

This combined attack technique could be hidden from Duan Fei, but not from the Ancient Sword Soul. The Ancient Sword Soul snorted coldly, quickly formed seals with his hands, and blasted towards the white giant with surging palm power.

Palm of the Tathagata·Dharma is boundless!

The Buddha's light was like a thousand-foot waterfall, overwhelming the sky and the earth, and like a mountain falling apart, bursting out with unimaginable power. The white giant exploded, transformed into several figures again, and fell to the ground wailing.

Feng Zhen had relatively strong skills and relied on other stewards as shields to barely save his life. Knowing that he could no longer participate in this battle, he turned around and ran away.

Before the ancient sword soul could recover, the forces that coveted the Tathagata's palm began to attack the ancient sword soul.

Seeing the master flying towards him, the ancient sword soul became more and more angry. The extreme anger hit his mind, mixed with the Tathagata's supreme power, and turned into a torrent.

"Who am I? Who am I?"

"What is the Evil God? Is my name the Evil God? This name is very familiar!"

"Why are they sieging me? Why do I hate sieges so much? Why am I so excited?"

"why why why?"

The ancient sword soul roared crazily, dark and smelly blood spilled out of the corner of his mouth, and every cell in his body was telling of excitement and fighting spirit. He moved his palms like wind, killing the masters who were rushing towards him mercilessly.

The more you kill, the more excited you become.

The more excited you are, the faster your Qi moves.

The ancient sword soul only felt that something was blocking him. Originally, he was seriously injured and was unable to break through the obstacle. Now that he has gradually regained his strength, it is natural for him to attack forcefully.

This is the advantage of Tathagata Palm.

If one uses the Tiancan's heaven-defying power to attack the blood congestion, it will only aggravate the injury and lose ten lives.

Tathagata's supreme power can not only break up congestion, but also disperse congestion out of the body. Broken meridians and blood vessels are healed by the Buddha's light. The greater the impact, the stronger the strength.

If that's the case, then... kill him!

Gu Jianhun grabbed a knife with his left hand and pulled a steel whip with his right hand. He rushed left and right, killing wantonly.

The Ancient Sword Spirit was a troublemaker in the world, and was often besieged by masters from various factions. The experience of dealing with the siege can be said to be extremely rich, and it even formed a physical instinct.

Like a mad tiger, like a lion, like a vicious wolf, like a blood-soaked Shura bred from the eighteenth level of hell, he cuts and kills indiscriminately from east to west. No matter which sect the masters come from, no matter what the purpose of the person coming, they will show no mercy. of chopping.

The Ancient Sword Spirit is famous all over the world for its Tathagata Palm, but if you think that he only knows Tathagata Palm and is not proficient in other martial arts, that would be a big mistake.

First of all, after cultivating the Tathagata Supreme Strength, no matter what martial arts you learn, you will get twice the result with half the effort. Even the most ordinary slashing with a sword can explode with great power.

Secondly, Gu Jianhun was obsessed with martial arts. His favorite thing in his life was martial arts, and he had learned martial arts from various sects.

Finally, the ancient sword spirit has experienced hundreds of battles, and he can learn strange tricks in every battle. Those strange tricks are burned into his bones. He is usually silent, but in fierce battles, he will burst out at the right time.

Even if you don't use any magic tricks, even if your mind is often clear and sometimes blurry, you can easily kill strong enemies with just strong strength and quick speed.

Bones, flesh, and blood rained down in the mountain road, and the ancient sword spirit roared and charged wildly, and its beard and hair were covered with blood.

There were hundreds of masters besieging them. Their moves were fast, fierce, ruthless, and subtle. However, in the blink of an eye, they were easily killed by the Ancient Sword Spirit with even faster, more ferocious, ruthless, and more subtle moves.

Most of these people are worshipers of big families such as the Guijia, Ge, and You families. They usually act domineeringly and act like they are invincible in the world. They think they are brave and fearless.

Today's battle lasted less than half a stick of incense, and he was killed by the ancient sword spirit. He was running around like a wolf, crying for his father and mother. He only hated his parents for having two legs, and ran away rolling and crawling.

"Don't kill me...I surrender..."

"Ancient Sword Soul, please spare my life..."

"Grandpa, I am your grandnephew. I really am your grandnephew. Grandpa, please don't kill me!"

"Grandpa, please spare me. I recognize you as the ancestor of our family. You are the ancestor of our family!"

How could the ancient sword spirit care about this?

No matter how these people begged for mercy, whether they called them grandpa or ancestor, they would all be killed with a sword.

"Go back to Wan Lei to ask for advice from the evil god!"

Hui Wanlei is Hui Baiying's uncle. When he returned home, he wanted to expand his power to Jinling. Hui Wanlei led the elite to fight against Liufenbantang. Although the people he brought with him were all wiped out, Hui Wanlei himself came back alive. .

Hui Wan Lei seems to be immortal.

He had been struck on the back by thunder, had been hit on the top of the door by thunderous sky, had been penetrated by a sword through the chest and abdomen, and had suffered at least seventeen or eight fatal injuries.

From a distance, Hui Wanlei, who is tall and skinny, looks like a rotten old pine.

No matter the wind blows, rain hits, lightning strikes or fire, even if it is scarred by the bomb, it still lives tenaciously.

"laugh!"

The ancient sword spirit shot out the steel whip in his hand with his backhand.

Hui Wan Lei waved his palm and struck it away, and when he was about to fight back, he found the spirit of the ancient sword rushing towards him, and all the murderous energy, blood, anger and fire he had accumulated since the fierce battle merged into his palm.

Buddha has anger, Vajra has angry eyes.

Palm of Tathagata, golden-topped Buddha lamp.

The Buddha's palm bombarded Hui Wan Lei's top door, as if lighting a wick. Hui Wan Lei's body was like an oil lamp, which was quickly ignited by the force of the palm, and then exploded into a fireball.

The ancient sword spirit stretched out his hand to catch the fireball and quickly threw it towards the crowd. The flames were so intense that they gnawed at the bones. As long as they touched the body even slightly, they could immediately penetrate into the heart and lungs.

As the Buddha's fire burned blazingly, the ancient sword soul finally regained its past memories. Although he was seriously injured, his fighting spirit could no longer be suppressed and he wanted to kill.

"I have been sleeping for too long. I haven't been so awake for a long time. In return, you will see the most powerful palm technique in the world. This is your honor."

"That's not necessarily the case."

A big hand suddenly stretched out from behind the boulder, grabbed Duan Fei with a dull expression, and ran away.

The ancient sword spirit waved his hand and struck out with a palm. Unexpectedly, this person had unfathomable light skills and extremely mysterious body skills. He was actually proficient in Shaolin's Great Movement Movement and One Reed Crossing the River.

"Say! Who is the one who captured my son? If you don't tell me, I will kill you! Tell me and I will spare his life!"

The ancient sword spirit shouted angrily.

The master who caught Duan Fei was someone who took advantage from behind and had no communication with these people at all. Plus, he was masked in black and hid his identity. Who knows his origins?

He wanted to make up nonsense in exchange for his life, but looking at the lion-tiger face of the ancient sword soul, how could he dare to talk nonsense?

"Don't know? Then go die!"

The ancient sword spirit sneered and formed a seal, and a huge golden Buddha more than three feet high slowly rose behind him. The golden Buddha stretched out thousands of golden palms and struck down like a meteorite.

Tathagata Divine Palm·Ten Thousand Buddhas Chaozong!

——Send you scum to see the Buddha!

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"Hey~~Isn't this the head of the Qisha Sect? How did he become like this? It's really surprising!"

Shen Lian stood in front of Feng Zhen and looked at the seriously injured Feng Zhen with a sarcastic look on his face.

"Shen Lian, you... Shen Captou, I remember you once said that the Six Sects don't care about the competition between the rivers and lakes. The Seven Evil Sect has never offended you, so why do you want to kill me?"

"It's true that I don't care about the quarrel, but your supervisor threatened me and wanted to kill all my relatives and friends. For their safety, I can only wrong you."

Feng Zhen:!!!∑(Дノ)ノ

Are Shen Lian's relatives and friends easy to kill?

The Jin Yiwei commanded the generals, the fourth stall owner of the East Factory, the leader of the Jingxiang martial arts league, the number one scholar, the richest man in the world, the leader of the Beggar Gang, the wanderer of the rivers and lakes, the six gates to catch the gods...

"Don't blame the managers under your command. The main responsibility lies with you. It was you who failed to discipline them well. It was you who made them arrogant. All the responsibility lies with you."

Shen Lian walked towards Feng Zhen slowly: "I don't have time to say too much to you. Are you ready to die?"

"I can't forgive you even if I'm a ghost!"

Feng Zhen scolded Shen Lian angrily, then turned around and rushed towards Tantai Jingming who was beside Shen Lian. He was not a fool. He knew that there was no chance of survival if he resisted, so it was better to seize a hostage.

Feng Zhen inquired about it, and found out that Feng Shaomin was unfathomable, and he once played the piano to kill the poison king of the Tang clan. Zuo Shi had many powerful hidden weapons hidden in his body, and he raised his hand to use the Heavy Rain Pear Blossom Needle.

Tantai Jingming's record is quite good, but compared to Heavy Rain Pear Blossom Needle, the threat is much smaller.

Tantai Jingming pinched an orchid finger, and in Feng Zhen's desperate eyes, he pointed it at his chest. Then he grabbed his veins with his backhand and activated the Beiming Divine Art.

"boom!"

Feng Zhen's body was thrown to the ground.

He was still wearing the clothes of the Master of the Qisha Sect. No one cared about his identity, and no one tried to expose it.

Feng Suzhen said: "Brother, are we really not going to find the ancient sword spirit? The fight was too brutal."

Shen Lian shrugged: "Li Lingzhidun, even if I save their lives, they will not be grateful to me at all. Instead, they will blame me for meddling in their own business."

Tantai Jing Mingqi asked: "Where is Chu Xiangshuai? Didn't he go to find the ancient sword spirit? Why didn't he show up?"

"I was held back by someone."

"who?"

"People from the sacred mountain of Mount Wutai." (End of this chapter)