Chapter 136 Xue Ling VS Jingjue

Xue Ling practiced a left-handed sword, and his moves are different from ordinary people. Jingjue also adapted to a bunch of incense before he began to touch some routines. Xue Ling has been able to start to fight back while attacking, and his right arm is like a moving barrier. No matter how Xue Ling attacks, he will be blocked. Every counterattack must bring a sound of wind and layers of hot air in the air.

With a "bang", Xue Ling's pine-patterned ancient sword collided with Jingjue's "Optimous Arm" and retreated several feet away. Xue Ling wiped her sweat and a mysterious smile appeared on the corners of her mouth: "It seems that you can only use real kung fu. Master will not blame himself for this."

Xue Ling suddenly changed the way he held the sword, with the hilt facing up and the tip of the sword facing backwards. The footsteps slipped back slightly in an "S" shape, and his toes tiptoed. His waist is slightly bent, like a wild wolf waiting for an opportunity to move. It is very different from the previous move, and everyone is puzzled. In one place in the crowd, Nagusd's eyes suddenly moved: "This move can't be wrong."

The bald old man Horqin next to him said, "Don't admit your mistake. Look carefully later."

There was a trace of doubt in Xiao Ran's eyes. This strange posture did not seem to use a sword at all, and some of them seemed to be using short weapons such as daggers. Liu Hao said in a low voice, "Brother is going to start to do it."

In the field, Xue Ling's toes were a little, as fast as Li Xuan's arrow, and rushed to the anyway. The figure flashed a few times faster than before. When everyone came to realize, it was only that it was not far away from Jingjue. With the length of the weapon, it has entered the attack range. Xue Ling jumped up and leaned up in the direction of the pine-patterned ancient sword: "The magic moon has no trace!"

A half-moon-shaped "sword spirit" came out three-dimensionally, but the sword suddenly turned down and stabbed. The speed of change is unexpected. Who would have thought that this teenager, who was not favored by everyone, could reach the point where his sword spirit was separated from his body and condensed. Mo Aichen and Jiang Xue happened to see this scene when they arrived, and they were slightly stunned.

Mo Aichen smiled and said, "This boy is hidden deep enough."

Jingju shouted loudly, and his right arm wrapped in golden beads suddenly hit the ground and shouted, "Break!"

There was a loud bang, and even people outside the venue felt the shaking of the ground. How much strength does this need! Blood loss flew in the field and shot in all directions. Crack the sword and lift the front of the arm. With a sound, Xue Ling arched her waist and slid back three or four feet away. The tip of the sword dragged out a long mark on the ground. Before her body was stable, her toes suddenly exerted strength and rushed to Jingjue again. Never give the other party time to breathe.

"The earth moves the sky sword!" The last word fell and the sword move was sent out at the same time, and the fitness shook. In a buzz, the sword body staggered from the top of the head and stretched forward with the help of the strength of the elbow. Jingjue was blocked by the "Optimus Arm" again. The field has not stopped since this moment, and there has been continuous fighting. Zhuge Yi vaguely felt that something was wrong and couldn't say it for a moment. Looking at the half-pillar incense time, I finally found that although Xue Ling has been attacking, he did rotate the two moves of "the earth moving sword" and "phantom moon without trace".

Xia Ruoyan said, "Brother Xiao, won't you let the other party see and figure out the rules and crack their moves?"

Xiao Ran smiled and said, "Naturally, my second brother did this. I didn't expect that his skills were higher than I thought."

The monk's sweat became more and more, so that the sweat was mixed with cold rain and slid down his face. Every time the arm is blocked, it also consumes extra energy. After shaking Xue Ling back 75 times, Xue Ling finally stopped, and both of them gasped.

"Rejoic, happy."

Xue Ling said, "Master Jingjue's Optimus arm is really solid. Be careful with this next blow."

The monk Jingjue looked solemn: "Come on."

Xue Ling made a puzzling move again and squatted down to lift his trousers, as if he was solving something. Liu Hao said, "Ah" and said, "I know. My brother has always been strict and has a sandbag for practicing martial arts on his feet."

Mo Xianyun's eyes almost burst out of fire, waiting for Liu Hao to say, "Didn't you say it was gone?"

Liu Hao stepped back a few steps again. It was not until he was sure that it was no longer within the range of Mo Xianyun's attack. He looked alert and said, "I was scared to forget what I was going to say." I guess there is no injury, and it is already difficult to escape the violence.

With two muffled sounds, Xue Ling threw aside the sandbag that had been wearing on his legs from Youlan Valley. Without Mo Xianyun's question, Liu Hao has begun to explain what he has made up for: "These two killing bags have sewn ten catties of iron sand, which we usually bring when we practice. I didn't expect that my brother didn't come down. Without this sandbag, the speed of the senior brother can be increased by 20%.

It is difficult to improve martial arts to a certain extent. These two have changed a lot. Seeing Xue Ling show all his strength at this time, those who bet on Xue Lingsheng seemed to see a glimmer of hope. Perhaps the school age can really defeat the monk Jingjue, and they all shouted for Xue Ling. Everyone off the court can also see that I'm afraid that there will be a winner in these moves.

Jingzhong said, "Uncle, Jingjue seems to be extremely tired and consumes too much physical strength."

Master Yuanfeng nodded and said, "The victory or defeat is determined freely. Everything is up to fate and cannot be forced."

Xue Ling moved again, and the speed was faster last time. It is difficult for those with low skills to distinguish between reality and reality. There was a dull thunder in the air, and several temples crossed the sky. At this moment, Xue Ling jumped up. The body is like a spinning top across the front of the body in the air. The pine-patterned ancient sword is intertwined with a silver light around it, like a blooming anemone.

"Fantasy Lotus Nine" This is the strongest move Xue Ling can make so far.

The monk Jingjue said, "Buddha's light shines!" There is a clenched fist, and the blue veins burst. The sound of squeaking... squeaking..." With a bang, 72 golden beads were divided into four strands and suspended in front of Jingjue. Jing felt that his luck was true, and suddenly he took a horse with his right hand, as if he had not obeyed at all, as if he had lost his intuition. He could only push out his left palm and squatted his body to sweep his legs.

But this still can't stop Xue Ling's forward attack. Everyone doesn't understand why his right hand suddenly can't be used as if it were useless. At this critical moment, Jingjue suddenly rotated his body. With the help of the power of rotation, he punched a set of heavy fists with his right fist, and his left hand grasped Xue Ling's left wrist holding the loose ancient sword. Just as everyone sighed, Xue Ling punched him directly in the chest. A delicate dagger in his right hand has strangely touched Jingjue's neck.

"Who told you that a left-handed person has no sword in his right hand."

The final situation turned sharply again, as if the hearts of the onlookers outside the field also trembled. Although it was a set of twists and turns, Xue Ling finally won by a narrow margin. Full of stunned. Xiao Ran's eyes lit up, and the exquisite golden dagger in Xue Ling's hand was really a gift from Yang Fan, the eldest brother at the underground trade fair of Tianji Palace. I didn't expect it to be useful at this time. Maybe it's God's will.

Jingjue let go of his hand and said, "Amitabha, Xue Shizhu's exquisite swordsmanship poor monk is ashamed of himself. There is still one thing that is unclear. I hope the donor can solve the puzzles."

The horror is just a meditation, and everyone has doubts in their hearts: "Why the last key is to be alert at the monk's Optimus arm at all times, as if it were useless."

Jingjue was about to point to his arm to ask questions, but he didn't expect that his arm regained consciousness before he said: "What's the reason?"

Xue Ling spit out a mouthful of blood. The punch on the chest just now was not light. He brushed off the blood and said, "I happen to be involved in medicine. One of them mentioned that if people's muscles repeat the movement in two extreme directions, they will be tired for a short period of time, which makes their limbs disobedient. And among the two moves I used, "Fantasy Moon Without Trace" specializes in the next three roads, and "The Earth Sword" specializes in the three roads. There is no pause in the staggered attack, so that you can move the Optimus arm back and forth to block it. I have carefully calculated that with my full attack, it should make you tired during the period between 70 and 80 moves. I bet on this last blow."

When they heard the words, everyone suddenly realized. Jingjue said, "In this way, the poor monk is convinced to lose."