Flower Stealing Master Chapter 2000: The mutual generation and mutual restraint

"Amitabha Buddha," the drinking monk sighed, "Since the time of Emperor Taizong, our family has been blessed by the emperor. Although I have escaped into the empty door, I still have to pay back the cause and effect of the past. Protect the official family well."

Wang Chongyang laughed loudly and said: "The last time we gambled in the pavilion, we also had unfinished cause and effect, and we will continue the front today." As soon as the voice fell, he pierced it with a sword.

With his cultivation base, he basically doesn't need to use a sword to confront the enemy, but this time the opponent is not an ordinary enemy, he dared not hold big, so he drew the old saber as soon as he came up.

"Guardian!" The guards with the imperial weapon on the side hurriedly drew their swords to guard Zhao Gou, although the opponent's sword was not directed at the official house, but the opponent's martial arts reached such a realm, who knows if it will Temporary change? When will they have time to react?

Li Yanshi’s throat is a bit dry. He usually looks at the rivers and lakes to himself. He is also a top master. His identity as an imperial weapon makes him have a detached look down on the people in the rivers and lakes. But now the other party shoots at will, he Just standing far away, there is a feeling of unbearable, if this sword is directed at me, can I stop it?

Looking at the brewing monk with some worry, wondering if he can accept this sword. Although both sides are masters of the same level, the sword in Wang Chongyang's hand is cold and sharp, and it is not a common grade at first sight. The alcoholic fighting monk with his bare hands, I am afraid that he will suffer innately in this regard.

I saw the alcoholic fighting monk slowly raised his hand, and a pair of sleeves suddenly bulged, and quickly held the opponent's shocking sword.

Wang Chongyang laughed: "Shaolin's universe in the sleeves can only be regarded as ordinary in the seventy-two stunts, I did not expect to be played by you."

"Brother Chongyang joked, Quanzhen Swordsmanship made the power of Quanzhen Sect disciples even in the hands of those disciples of Quanzhen Sect, and in your hands it also turned decay into magic." The alcoholic fighting monk replied while resolving his offensive.

"It was me who took the picture." Wang Chongyang put away his smile, his swordsmanship became more and more sharp, others could no longer see his moves, and could only vaguely see his hand waving Group silver light.

Looking at the battle in the field intently, Zhao Gou couldn't help asking the imperial equipment beside him: "Which one do you think will win or lose?"

Li Yanshi replied: "Back to the official house, the alcoholic fighting monk's internal strength may have reached the level of shocking the ancient and the present. The Jiuyang magical skill was originally good at defending. The distance of the ruler, the stalemate continues, Wang Chongyang's strength is slightly weak, it is when the master counterattacks."

Hearing these remarks, Zhao Gou finally showed a smile on his gloomy face.

Ding Dian on the side also nodded secretly. Although Li Yanshi's remarks are indispensable to comfort the officials, they also have some truth. The martial arts of the drunk monk is good at defense. If the difference between the strengths of the two sides is not large, the defense is the original attack. It will take a lot of advantage. If Wang Chongyang doesn't have a late move, he will probably lose this time.

As soon as his thoughts arose, Wang Chongyang suddenly took his sword and jumped out of the circle, looking at the alcoholic fighting monk and said helplessly: "You look like an old tortoise. You really have nowhere to talk."

The wine monk smiled slightly: "I haven't seen you for many years, Brother Chongyang, your swordsmanship has improved a lot."

"Stop these polite remarks," Wang Chongyang snorted, "Are you secretly proud in your heart, I will never be able to break your defense."

"Don't dare, don't dare." Although Dou Jiu Seng's mouth is humble, his eyes are still a little bit glamorous. No matter how Wang Chongyang is said to be number one in the world by many people in the world, he has no victory over others. Negative, it's still hard to hold on to him.

Wang Chongyang naturally saw through his thoughts, and didn't feel annoyed. He smiled slightly and said, "Great monk, don't get too proud of you too early. The next trick is the essence of martial arts in my life. It was originally used to deal with you. It’s not dead, but unfortunately it was broken by a young man last time."

"Huh?" The wine fighting monk was extremely surprised, "Is there any young man in this world who can defeat your trick?"

Wang Chongyang glanced at him with a smile but a smile: "The monk, are you laughing in your heart now? Don't worry, that person is a wicked evildoer. Although he can break it, it doesn't mean you can break it, let alone. I have learned from the previous experience and have improved the formation. Even if I meet him again, he may not be broken."

Thinking of the young man’s magical moves in the Chongyang Palace battle last time, Wang Chongyang sighed secretly. If the other party had agreed to his three conditions at the beginning, the action this time would have been ten to nine. It seems that there are only five to five. The number.

Wang Chongyang was not a very human being. He quickly put this regret behind him. He stepped on the seven stars and turned around the brewing monk at an extremely mysterious pace. The people in the small courtyard only felt that there was something in front of him. Hua suddenly found him in the form of seven figures, faintly surrounding the wine-drinking monk in the middle.

"Tiangang Beidou Formation!" The look of the wine fighting monk changed. The last time he gambling with Wang Chongyang in the pavilion, the two sides only tasted the other side's housekeeping skills, but he traveled the world and his experience was extraordinary. In an instant, I saw the shadow of the Tiangang Beidou Formation of the Seventh Son of Quanzhen, but it was made by the seven people who cooperated with each other, and Wang Chongyang unexpectedly made it by himself.

He admired and admired him in his heart, but he soon lost the energy to admire him. At the same time, facing the attack of seven great masters of the same level, no matter how good his defense was, he instantly fell into a state of embarrassment.

"This...how is this possible." Li Yanshi, Ding Dian and others opened their mouths not far away, as if the Three Views had been greatly subverted, and the scene before them was beyond their imagination.

Seven Wang Chongyang teamed up, who else is the opponent in the world?

The brewing monk in the center of the storm has the deepest experience. Wang Chongyang appeared in the positions of "Tianquan" and "Yuheng" a moment ago and used the ultimate move in the true swordsmanship. He just resolved it, and at the same time, Wang Chongyang appeared again At the "Tianji" and "Open Yang" positions on both sides, they attacked with the three flowers gathered on top of their palms.

The wine-fighting monk has turned the Nine Suns to the extreme, and barely blocked the palms on both sides. But the two Wang Chongyang figures who appeared in the position of "Shaking Light" and "Tian Xuan" in the back were unstoppable, so he could only transport the Nine Yang Qi in a hurry to protect the vital points, and then he was instantly caught by Wang Chongyang. Fist, one palm, one finger hit.

Wow, the wine-fighting monk spit out a mouthful of blood, and opened his mouth: "OM, M, Ne, Ba, Mi, Hum!"

The six-character mantra mantra is sound wave power, and the sound is transmitted in all directions. To a certain extent, it can be regarded as an indiscriminate killing. The seven figures of Wang Chongyang can't escape the sound no matter how fast, so they can only step back a little. Its edge.

The alcoholic fighting monk took advantage of this opportunity to rush to heal his injuries. The punch and the palm just fell. That finger should be a positive finger running with the innate qi. When he was pricked by a finger, he suddenly felt that half of his body was full. Some are tingling.

Thanks to Wang Chongyang’s share of seven, the power of his shot has been relatively weakened. Otherwise, Wang Chongyang’s normal state will be pricked with a yang finger. Even if he has a body of nine yang magical powers, he will probably be instantly sealed. Stay in the acupuncture points, then the outcome will be determined.

Wang Chongyang saw that the wine monk had just vomited blood, and his skills returned to normal as soon as he turned, he couldn’t help but exclaimed: “The Nine-Yang Magical Art is really unique in treating internal injuries. You are like a okay person."

As soon as the voice fell, he used the Tiangang Beidou formation to attack again. He knew how strong the Nine Suns' magical power was. If it was delayed for a while, the opponent's internal injury might be healed, and the advantage that was so hard to get was wasted. Up.

The brewing monk has a solemn expression, and he uses what he has learned in his life to guard the door of his body. If he can't hold it, he will use the six-character mantra curse to repel the enemy, so that he will no longer be hit by the opponent with few tricks like before. Middle body.

However, he knew in his heart that the six-character mantra is extremely energy-intensive, especially if you want to make a master like Wang Chongyang hesitate, he naturally has to use his full strength, and on the other hand, he has to deal with his attacks from all directions. It is the Jiuyang magical power recovery. The strength is amazing, and he also feels that his true energy is gradually being consumed. As the saying goes, he will lose if he keeps for a long time. If this goes on, he will probably lose, unless Wang Chongyang uses the seven-person formation alone, and his internal strength is exhausted first. .

Suddenly there was some regret in the battle wine monk. I knew that I had just dealt with Shi Potian and Huang Yaoshi. Although Shi Potian's internal strength is strong, his strength is also his internal strength. Huang Chang's Jiuyin Sutra is extremely capable of change. Regarding the matter, facing Wang Chongyang's Tiangang Beidou formation, he will never be as restrained as I am.

Of course, this is not to say that the wine-fighting monk is weaker than Huang Shang. You must know that the two of them competed. Nine-Yang Divine Art inherently restrained the internal force of Yin and cold, and the evil spirit of Jiu-Yin White Bone Claw was restrained to a certain extent by Buddhist martial arts, Huang Shang On the contrary, there are various disadvantages. It can only be said that the principle of mutual generation and mutual restraint is inevitable even in the realm of the great master.

Zhao Gou and others on the side also saw that the alcoholic fighting monk was in a disadvantaged position, and they were willing to send a guard to help, but the gap between the two sides was too big. The master played against each other, and the others had been scattered before they could help in the past. The aftermath of his strength was severely injured.

Even Huang Yaoshi's level of five musts can only be beaten and held on the side. Although everyone is a master with imperial equipment, none of them have reached the level of five musts.

Li Yanshi suddenly moved in his heart and looked at the slightly opened door to the side, and said to Zhao Gou: "Officials, since this is the site of Wudang Mountain, why don't we ask Zhenren Zhang to take action, as long as he is willing to help, the big deal will be settled. "

Zhao Gou frowned slightly. This time the Wudang faction was a little weird. As he initially expected, the Wudang faction should have something to do. Now it may not be Zhang Sanfeng in the wooden house.

However, this is the end of the matter. You can't catch it with your own hands. It's okay for someone to try.

Seeing his approval, Li Yanshi mobilized his internal force and said to the cabin: "Mr. Zhang, now the culprit is trying to conspiracy, but he hopes that the man will get out and kill demons and demons."

After shouting three times, it was still silent inside.

"Zhang Zhenren~IndoMTL.com~We sent someone in." Li Yanshi frowned and motioned for the two with imperial equipment to go in to find out. Now, he can't take care of that much.

"Yugui, Shousu, you are careful!" Li Yanshi reminded carefully, Zhang Yugui and Bai Shousu are also second only to himself and Ding Dian in the imperial equipment. I don't know how much they dare to spy on the forbidden palace these years. The two masters of the arena, the two take care of each other, even if there is Longtan Tiger's Den, they can protect themselves.

The two guards nodded, with swords in their hands, and walked in guarded step by step.

After the two turned the screen, the people outside could not see them. Seeing no movement for a long time, Li Yanshi couldn't help asking: "Yugui, Shousu, what's the situation inside?"

Boom! boom!

The answer to him was two muffled noises. Two black shadows shot out and hit the ground. Everyone looked intently, and their discoloration changed. It turned out that the two with imperial equipment had died in anger.

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While writing the chapter name, I suddenly discovered that there are already 2000 chapters unknowingly. It is not easy.