Martial Arts: Invite the Moon to send me undercover Jin Yiwei

However, his chest was still a little stuffy, but it was the internal force of the 'one stick to subdue the devil' that finally penetrated the iron shirt and blasted into his acupoints.

I'm afraid I won't be able to use force again in a short time.

"Go and rest first."

Lin Wuyou glanced at Dong Tianbao without any blame.

The purpose of humiliation was achieved, but the injury was not light.

Dong Tianbao smiled, a little embarrassed, and retreated.

He just felt that the breath was blocked in his heart, and it was difficult to spit it out.

I just want to be reckless and take down the opponent head-on.

Let the world know that he, Dong Tianbao, will be brighter and brighter after leaving Shaolin.

But Shaolin is a place where evil people and practices are hidden!

Lin Wuyou looked at Ke Fang, and saw that his eyes were dim, and most of the fighting spirit in his heart had dissipated.

The belief in Shaolin in my heart is afraid that it will be severely impacted, and my mind is not stable.

If no one enlightens, the rest of my life will probably be like this.

But he didn't care about this person anymore, the two parties were not on the same level.

"Since the opening is over, it's our turn now. I wonder who of the three will be the first to enlighten me?"

Lin Wuyou looked around at Lian Chengbi and the other three.

Seeing the two Shaolin masters fighting, Lian Chengbi and the others also felt the fighting spirit rising.

Hearing Lin Wuyou's invitation to fight, everyone's eyes fell on Lian Chengbi, Song Qingshu, and Shi Feixuan.

"Song, come first!"

Song Qingshu, who knew that his martial arts level was the lowest, replied at this moment, leaped forward, and flew in front of Lin Wuyou.

With a click, the long sword was unsheathed, very chic.

"Please!"

Lin Wuyou nodded at him, without using a weapon.

Seeing Lin Wuyou like this, Song Qingshu frowned, a little displeased.

No weapons?The other party actually looked down on him so much.

"You don't need a knife?"

Song Qingshu asked.

He didn't want to take advantage of it and let others say that he relied on weapons.

"Song Shaoxia doesn't need to be polite, and his skills are not bad."

Lin Wuyou smiled.

The current Song Qingshu is still passable, and he is not very annoying.

Hearing this, Song Qingshu became even more dissatisfied.

That day in the martial arts competition at the Shenjia Village in the south of the Yangtze River, Lin Wuyou used all the killer moves of the saber technique, but now he actually said that his skills are not bad, this is obviously looking down on him.

"Since this is the case, I don't need weapons, and my Wudang boxing skills can't be underestimated!"

Song Qingshu put the sword back into its sheath, stuck the sword on the ground, then moved his feet, his hands formed the momentum of Hunyuan, and attacked Lin Wuyou.

Seeing him like this, Lin Wuyou also wanted to learn Wudang's martial arts.

'Catching the Wind' and 'Catching the Shadow' two-style chain, the flame dragon claws covered his palms and stretched forward.

The shadows of the claws were dense but domineering, and the force of fire rushed towards him, which surprised Song Qingshu a little.

He didn't dare to fight recklessly, his figure flickered, like a yellow crane spreading its wings, and suddenly retreated more than a foot to avoid the claw shadow.

"This is... the Dragon Claw Hand?"

Song Qingshu could naturally recognize the claw kung fu routine in front of Lin Wuyou's eyes, it was Shaolin's Dragon Claw Hand.

How can everyone use Shaolin's dragon claw hands?

Behind him, many Jianghu people also looked at Ke Fang, and they seemed to be asking questions in their eyes.

Why is your Shaolin martial arts so bad?

"Exactly, don't underestimate Song Shaoxia!"

Lin Wuyou nodded in response, and then unleashed his movement skills, attacking Song Qingshu again.

Song Qingshu calmed down a little when he heard the words, and quickly responded with Wudang cotton palm.

The cotton palm has a long stamina, and the more you fight, the more dominant it becomes.

But Lin Wuyou's claw technique was too domineering, and the scorching heat attached to his internal force was even more unbearable. .

The two sides fought only three or four moves, and Song Qingshu couldn't stand it anymore.

He only felt that his palms were scorching hot, and the opponent's fire energy seemed to be invading his meridians.

"I'm learning pure yang kung fu, why is this person's internal energy so much stronger than mine, and this fire power is difficult to suppress with pure yang internal energy, and his dragon claw hand has also been mastered, and the cotton palm is not easy to deal with , you must hit his wrist with the Thirteen Swords of Shenmen to have a chance of winning!"

The thoughts in his mind changed sharply, and soon Song Qingshu made up his mind. At this time, he shouted 'offended', and slapped out with a palm force, and he used his strength to retreat.

The body fell to the position of the long sword before, and the palm of the hand was on the hilt.

锵

The long sword came out of its sheath with a blue light.

But Lin Wuyou, at this time, has already taken advantage of the opportunity of the other party to draw his sword, and bullied him to get closer.

"Wind-catching style", "shadow-catching style", "playing the piano style"... "Shouqiu style" is a series of eight styles, which are quickly grasped and released.

For a while, the sky was filled with flaming dragon claws, and the arena was blazing with flames.

The heat brought by the fire energy diffused out, and many heroes of the world began to retreat, unable to bear the scorching fire energy that hit.

And Song Qingshu in the field also retreated 260 repeatedly, not daring to fight.

But he retreated again and again, he almost retreated to the side of Shen Feiyun, he couldn't hold back his face after all.

Feeling ruthless in his heart, the Shenmen Thirteen Swords were unleashed, and blue lights flashed on the long sword, trying to forcibly break the move.

All of a sudden, the sound of 'jingling' sounded like iron being struck, and the cyan sword lights struck together with the flaming dragon claws.

The Thirteen Swords of Shenmen are really incomparably exquisite, worthy of being created by Zhang Sanfeng.

But Lin Wuyou shot too quickly, Song Qingshu wanted to attack the opponent's wrist, but he couldn't find a chance.

But soon, at the moment after Lin Wuyou's 36-style dragon claw hand was fully used, he finally saw the flaw, his eyes lit up, and without the slightest hesitation, his internal power was concentrated in the sword.

The thirteen swords gathered into one sword, and the long sword in his hand bent lightly, like a spirit snake spitting out a letter, attacking the Shenmen acupoint on Lin Wuyou's hand.

But at this moment, Lin Wuyou suddenly stopped, looked at him with a smile, stepped on his feet, a layer of faint golden light naturally appeared on his body, and turned into an illusory fiery red golden clock that rotated continuously.

All the sword energy from the Thirteen Swords of Shenmen hit the golden bell, and the tinkling sound resounded again, but there were no waves.

"Golden Bell Jar!"

Song Qingshu stopped his sword, his gaze narrowed slightly.

Dacheng's Admiralty.

Even the others behind him were astonished.

Chapter 3 Seventy [Horizontal training aptitude reaches 100, trigger talent promotion task! 】

"Golden bell cover! This Lin Wuyou's golden bell cover is actually big."

"He is a Jinyiwei with thousands of households, how can he know how to cover the golden bell?"

"Maybe it's the martial arts collected by Jin Yiwei, or people from the imperial court. Even if you learn these martial arts from various sects, you'll be fine!"

Everyone sighed intentionally or unintentionally.

But Fang was listening, and felt a mouthful of reversed blood rushed to his heart, and finally couldn't hold it back, another mouthful of blood spurted out, and he fell backwards.

Lian Chengbi stood beside him, stepped forward to support him, and then told the people beside him to take care of him.

In the audience, Song Qingshu's sword light was swaying, and the weak sword energy flickered on his long sword, which almost merged with the sword, trying to break the golden bell cover.

But as Lin Wuyou's internal energy surged out, the golden bell became more solid, and when the sword pierced it, there were only "dangdang" sounds.

Like a golden bell ringing, it cannot be broken at all.

After attacking several swords again, Song Qingshu was exhausted.

Seeing the opportunity, Lin Wuyou suddenly removed the golden bell cover, then rushed forward and patted it down with one palm.

砰

Returning the sword to block, and hitting the blade with palm strength, Song Qingshu took three steps back.

Then his wrist trembled, and the long sword came out of his hand and stuck three feet in front of him, the blade was still shaking slightly.

"I lost!"

Seeing that the long sword was dropped, Song Qingshu admitted defeat a little lonely, then stepped forward to take the sword back, and stepped aside with an ugly expression on his face.

【Achievement Mission: Become Famous Again】

[Defeat Song Qingshu, award aptitude +5!Please choose a qualification! 】

A light blue light curtain popped up, and the mission rewards were flickering.

Lin Wuyou glanced at it, and directly chose to add it to the horizontal training qualification, and his horizontal training qualification suddenly became 96 points.

For a moment, he only felt that his comprehension of the golden bell jar was a little easier. If he used the golden bell jar again, it would definitely be smoother and smoother.

"Lin Qianhu is really good, I'm here to ask for advice!"

As Song Qingshu retreated, Lian Chengbi's voice sounded, and the long sword came out of its sheath and stepped forward.

The aura of the whole body also moved forward with the pace, becoming stronger and stronger.

"please!"

Lin Wuyou nodded, but touched his lower back with his hand.

'Clang'

The full moon scimitar suddenly came out of its sheath.

It was really like a crescent moon, held in Lin Wuyou's hand, exuding a faint cold light.

"Is this his knife?"

Behind Lian Chengbi, Shi Feixuan glanced at the round moon scimitar and whispered something.

That day in the Jiangnan Martial Arts League competition, Lin Wuyou never used his own sword, but borrowed the heavenly sword used by Song Que's daughter, and now he saw his weapon!

Shen Feiyun also looked over, with some surprise in his eyes, this knife looked like a sharp weapon.

And many heroes of the world were a little curious when they saw Lin Wuyou take out such a scimitar.

Because scimitars are generally used by women, there is the willow-leaf scimitar, which is light and flexible.

But Lin Wuyou's knife was bent too far, just like the crescent moon in the sky.

In the arena, Lian Chengbi became vigilant when he saw the scimitar.

"Please enlighten me!"

Lian Chengbi let out a soft cry, and at this time, the movement method was deployed, and the speed was so fast that it almost turned into a white figure and rushed forward.

He tapped the long sword in his hand repeatedly, and more than a dozen sword lights in front of him rushed towards Lin Wuyou like a gust of wind and rain.

"What a fast sword!"

Xiao Shishilang looked at this sword technique, his pupils shrank.

Lian Chengbi's sword is even faster!

But Lin Wuyou was not afraid at all, he moved his feet, and rushed into the sword light like a storm.