The heavens begin from practicing swords in the palace

Zhao Qiu and the other three walked to the edge of the cliff and looked around at the surrounding terrain. It turned out that they were in the middle of a mountain.

The three of them looked into the distance and saw several people lying on the northwest hillside, motionless, as if they were dead.

Zhang Wuji said: "Let's go and have a look."

After finishing speaking, he took Xiao Zhao's hand and galloped towards the hillside.At this time, the true energy of the Nine Suns in his body was flowing smoothly, and he had practiced the Great Move of the Universe to the seventh level. Raising his hands and feet seemed impossible to others. Although he was carrying Xiao Zhao, he was still as light as Yan.

Zhao Qiuxin said: "At this moment, I'm going to take away Zhang Wuji's luck! The luck that is settled every time the Martial Order is performed is closely related to the status of the host in the crossing world! The position of the master of Mingjiao cannot be given up to him. him!"

He intends to seize the master of the Ming Cult. With his current martial arts and some tricks, it is not impossible.

His inner strength is unrivaled in the world, and his lightness skill is also mysterious and unfathomable. In an instant, he passed the bodies of Zhang Wuji and Xiao Zhao, and flew forward.

Even at this moment, Zhang Wuji was startled when he saw the figure flying past, and sighed: "Senior Brother Song's internal strength and lightness kung fu, I can't match it!"

Not long after, when they got closer, they saw two people died in the snow, blood splashed in the white snow, and four people had sword wounds on their bodies.Three of them were wearing Mingjiao costumes, and the other was a monk who seemed to be a disciple of the Shaolin School.

Zhao Qiu kept walking, turned a corner, and saw the corpses of five Ming Cultists hanging on the branches, all hanging upside down from their heads and feet, their faces were bloody and bloody, as if they had been scratched by some sharp claws.

Along the way, I saw a mess of corpses, most of them were members of the Ming Cult, but there were also quite a few disciples of the six major sects.

Zhao Qiu expected that during the day and night when he was in the middle of the mountain, the six major factions launched a fierce attack.

Yang Xiao, Wei Yixiao and other important leaders of the Ming Cult were all seriously injured, and there was no one to command them, so they lost. However, despite being at a disadvantage, the members of the Ming Cult fought hard and unyieldingly, so both sides suffered heavy casualties.

Zhao Qiu was about to reach the top of the mountain, when he suddenly heard the sound of swords clashing, and the "ping, ping, pong, pong" fight was extremely fierce.He turned around and looked at Zhang Wuji and Xiao Zhao, who were still hundreds of meters behind him.

Suddenly there was a whistling wind, and two steel darts were thrown from behind, followed by someone shouting: "Who is it? Stop!"

These two steel darts struck extremely quickly and accurately, directly targeting the vital acupuncture points on his back.

Zhao Qiu snorted coldly, flicked the sleeve of his right hand lightly, and the two steel darts flew back immediately, only to hear a scream of "ah", followed by a sound of "bang", someone fell to the ground.

I saw a gray-robed monk lying on the ground, with the two steel darts, one was nailed between his eyebrows and the other was nailed to his chest.

Zhao Qiu snorted coldly, and said: "You are a monk, but you are so vicious! Worshiping Buddha for the first time, you have no heart of mercy, but it is hard to keep you!"

At this moment, three muffled groans were heard from within the enclosure, Zhao Qiu started his footwork and sneaked in through the gate without a sound.

Passing through the two halls, there is a huge square in front of you.

On the square, there were dense crowds of people standing, and the number of people in the west was relatively small. Nine out of ten people were dripping with blood, sitting or lying down, and they belonged to the Mingjiao side.

The number of people in Dongshou was several times larger, and they were divided into six piles. It seemed that all six factions had arrived.These six groups of people are implicitly encircling Mingjiao.

Zhao Qiu took a quick glance and saw Yang Xiao, Wei Yixiao, Monk Peng, and others all sitting in the Mingjiao crowd, and it was still difficult to move, and Yang Buhui was sitting beside her father.

Originally, Wei Yixiao possessed nine yin and nine yang true qi, and he was most likely to recover within a short period of time.It's a pity that although Cheng Kun's last palm didn't take his life, it was really cruel.Therefore, he was also seriously injured.

At this time, in the center of the square, there were two people fighting, and everyone watched the battle intently.

I saw that both sides of the fight were empty-handed, but seeing the wind blowing in the palms, the power was as far as several feet, obviously both of them were extremely masters.

The two people turned around and beat extremely fast. Suddenly, their palms intersected, and they immediately stuck together. In just a split second, they changed from a strangely fast jump to a complete stillness. The onlookers couldn't help screaming. With a loud voice: "Okay!"

Among the two people who were fighting fiercely, one of them was tall and bald, with long eyebrows and snowy eyebrows, the corners of his eyes were drooping, his nose was hooked, and his mouth was like an eagle's mouth. He was quite old.

The other was a middle-aged man with a short stature and a vigorous face.Song Qingshu, the original owner of Zhao Qiu's body, is very familiar with this person, and this middle-aged man is none other than Zhang Songxi.

At this time, someone from the Huashan School suddenly heard shouting: "Old man Baimei, give up quickly, how can you be the opponent of Zhang Sixia of Wudang?"

Zhao Qiuxin said: "It turns out that this old man is indeed Yin Tianzheng, the eagle king with white eyebrows!"

But seeing Yin Tianzheng's and Zhang Songxi's heads emitting a trace of heat, the two of them have already cultivated their inner strength.

One is the leader of Tianying Sect, one of the four guardians of the Ming Sect, and the other is Zhang Sanfeng's proud disciple, the world-shaking Wudang Seven Heroes.

Both the Mingjiao and the Six Great Factions held their breaths, worried about their own people, they all knew that this competition was not only due to the prestige of the Mingjiao and Wudang, but also the fact that the masters decided to win with their true strength, and the loser would most likely have their lives in danger.I saw that the two of them were still like two stone statues, not even the hair and the corners of their clothes fluttered in the slightest.

Yin Tianzheng looked majestic, his eyes sparkled like lightning.

However, Zhang Songxi sticks to the gist of "waiting for work with ease and restraining with tranquility" in Wudang's heart law, and guards it closely.

He knew that Yin Tianzheng was more than 20 years older than himself, and his internal strength had been cultivated for more than [-] years, but he was in his prime, with abundant energy, and the opponent was aging, so after a long time, he would have a chance to win.

Unexpectedly, Yin Tianzheng is a strange person born in the martial arts world, although he is old, his energy is not inferior to that of a young man, his internal energy is like a tide, like one wave after another, he hit Zhang Songxi from his palms.

Suddenly Yin Tianzheng and Zhang Songxi shouted in unison, exerting force with their four palms, each retreated six or seven steps.

Zhang Songxi said: "Senior Yin's miraculous skills are outstanding, I admire him!"

Yin Tianzheng said in a loud voice, "Brother Zhang's internal cultivation is extraordinary and holy, I am ashamed of myself. Your Excellency is my son-in-law's brother-in-law. Is it true that we must win today?"

Zhang Songxi said: "The junior took one more step back just now, half the move has been lost." With a bow and a bow, he retreated calmly.

Suddenly, a man from the Wudang sect snatched up a man, pointed at Yin Tianzheng and said, "Old man Yin, it's fine if you don't mention me, Fifth Brother Zhang! It's so annoying to mention it today. I, Third Brother Yu, and Fifth Brother Zhang People, all wounds are in the hands of your Tianying Sect, if you don't avenge this revenge, I, Mo Shenggu, will be called the Seven Heroes of Wudang in vain."

With a clang, the long sword was drawn out of its sheath, and the sword shone brightly under the sun, posing a gesture of Wan Yue Chaozong.

This is the starting move of Wudang disciples and elders. Although Mo Shenggu is very angry, he is already a very respectable master in the martial arts at this time, under the watchful eyes of everyone, he must not lose his courtesy in every move.

Yin Tianzheng sighed, a look of sadness flashed across his face, and he said slowly: "The old man is unwilling to use a sword since the death of his little girl. But if he fights empty-handed with the Wudang heroes, it would be disrespectful." Looking at a believer holding an iron rod, he said, "Let me borrow your iron rod."

The Ming Cult disciple held the eyebrow-level iron rod with both hands horizontally, walked up to Yin Tianzheng, and bowed respectfully to present it.Yin Tianzheng took the iron rod, bent his hands, and with a slap, the iron rod broke in two.

The onlookers let out an "oh", they didn't expect this old man to still have such amazing power after a long battle.Mo Shenggu knew that he would not make a move first, so with his long sword, he made a move of hundreds of birds facing the phoenix, but seeing the tip of the sword trembling wildly, it turned into dozens of sword tips in an instant, covering the enemy's middle, this move Although powerful, but still polite swordsmanship.

Yin Tianzheng broke a stick in his left hand, and said: "You don't have to be polite, Mo Qixia." He smashed the stick in his right hand obliquely.

As soon as the tricks are completed, the crowd of onlookers are excited, but they can see that Mo Shenggu's sword is moving lightly, shining like a rainbow, and when the swallow leaves open and close, it is elegant and dignified, showing the demeanor of a famous master.

Yin Tianzheng's two broken iron rods are already heavy, and his moves are even more sluggish. Hitting one stick in the east and hitting the other in the west is really out of order. Has reached the extremely high state in martial arts.His footsteps were also extremely slow, but Mo Shenggu was up and down, running around and dodging, and in just one cup of tea, he had already attacked more than sixty savage killers one after another.

After dozens of fights, Mo Shenggu's sword moves became faster and faster.

The Kunlun and Emei sects are all good at swordsmanship, the disciples of these sects saw such a change in Mo Shenggu's long sword, they secretly admired it: "Wudang swordsmanship is indeed well-deserved, today is an eye-opener. "

But no matter how he maneuvered and stabbed, he still couldn't get into the gate strictly guarded by Yin Tianzheng's two iron rods.

Mo Shenggu suddenly let out a clear whistle, his sword technique changed suddenly, the long sword turned into a soft belt, softly twisted and erratic, it was exactly the Wudang School's 72 Strokes Surrounding Fingers Soft Sword.

When the onlookers saw No.12's three tricks, they couldn't help shouting in unison.At this time, Yin Tianzheng could no longer keep his clumsiness and control his dexterity, he walked around, and also started his lightness kung fu, fighting with him fast.

Suddenly Mo Shenggu's long sword pierced through the air and pierced Yin Tianzheng's chest. In the middle of the sword, the tip trembled slightly, and unexpectedly bent over and stabbed Yin Tianzheng's right shoulder obliquely.This way of turning fingers and soft sword is all about bending the blade with strong internal force, making the sword move flickering and unpredictable, and it is difficult for the enemy to block.

Yin Tianzheng had never seen this kind of sword technique before, so he hurriedly lowered his shoulders to avoid it, but unexpectedly, with a soft clang, the sword bounced back and pierced straight into his left upper arm.Yin Tianzheng stretched out his right arm, for some reason, it suddenly grew half a foot, flicked on Mo Shenggu's wrist, and took his long sword away with his hand, his left hand was already pressing on his shoulder acupoint.

The eagle claw grabbing hand of the White-browed Eagle King has been unique in the martial arts for more than a hundred years, and it is unparalleled in the world.Mo Shenggu's shoulder fell into his palm, he only needed to pinch his five fingers vigorously, Mo Shenggu's shoulder would be shattered into pieces and disabled for life.The Wudang heroes were startled, they were about to rush out to rescue them, but they were too late.

Yin Tianzheng sighed, and said, "What's the most important thing, what's the worst?"

He let go of his hand, retracted his right hand, drew out the long sword, and blood gushed out from the wound on his left arm.

He stared at the long sword for a long time, and said: "This old man has spent half his life, and he has never lost a single stance in moves. Good Zhang Sanfeng, good Zhang Zhenren!"

He praised Zhang Sanfeng because he admired the 72 strokes of the soft sword with [-] strokes around the fingers that he created in his hand.

Mo Shenggu stayed there, although he won a move first, but the other party deliberately did not kill him, so he did not hurt himself, he was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Senior Duo Meng, show mercy."

Yin Tianzheng returned the long sword to him without saying a word.

Mo Shenggu studied sword skills intensively, but in the end the weapon in his hand was taken away by the opponent, he felt ashamed, he didn't take the sword, and retreated.

Suddenly another person from the Wudang faction stepped out, with a black beard hanging down his chest, but it was Song Yuanqiao, the leader of the Wudang Seven Heroes, and said: "I will wrap up the old man's wound."

Song Yuanqiao took out the golden medicine from his bosom, applied it to Yin Tianzheng's wound, and then tied it with a handkerchief. The disciples of Tianying Sect and Ming Sect saw Song Yuanqiao's upright face, and expected him to be the leader of the Wudang Seven Heroes, Never openly poison and harm.

Yin Tianzheng said: "Thank you!" even more calmly.

Unexpectedly, after Song Yuanqiao wrapped up his wound, he took a step back, waved his long sleeves, and said: "Song has learned the old master's brilliant trick!"

"Leave me alone, come and learn Song Daxia's brilliant moves!"

At this moment, a cold voice came out.

The person who spoke was Zhao Qiu, and he walked slowly with his hands behind his back, his eyes gleamed with a strange charm.

After saying this, everyone's eyes shot at Zhao Qiu.

"This... this is... Song Qingshu of the Wudang sect!"

"Who is Song Qingshu?"

"It's Song Yuanqiao's only son!"

"Ah! What's going on with the Wudang faction? Is there a quarrel between father and son?"

Song Yuanqiao, who was originally a modest gentleman, had cold eyes and shouted: "Qingshu, all the fellows of the rivers and lakes are here, hurry up and step back!"

Zhao Qiu smiled, revealing an intoxicating smile, and said: "Hero Song doesn't know something. This Ming Cult is not heinous. What's more, to drive out the Tartars, we will have to rely on Ming Cult in the future. The six major factions besieged and attacked it, which is too much!"

Song Yuanqiao was furious and shouted: "Stinky boy, what nonsense are you talking about? Get back!"

"Who is this person?" Yang Xiao asked.

Monk Peng and the others didn't know each other, so they immediately shook their heads.

Suddenly Wei Yixiao coughed twice, and said: "I know this man, he cured my hidden disease! We are saved!"

Yang Xiao and the others asked doubtfully, "Is it saved?"

Wei Yixiao smiled wryly and said: "In this world, there is absolutely no one whose martial arts can surpass my young benefactor! Even Wudang Daoist Zhang!"

Everyone in the Ming Cult couldn't help being amazed. At this time, among the Ming Cult, Yang Xiao, Wei Yixiao, Peng Monk and others were paralyzed. Among the Tianying Sect, except for Yin Tianzheng, no one can resist Song Yuanqiao's fist and sword skills, but Yin Tianzheng has fought against five masters in a row, and his arm was seriously injured by a sword.

But seeing Zhao Qiu with a sword on his back, he said slowly: "The Ming Cult doesn't do much evil, so it's not worth it! I'll be a peacemaker from it, how about it?"

"absurd!"

"A mere kid, dare to boast!"

Yu Lianzhou yelled: "Qingshu! Step back!"

"I've made up my mind, please don't persuade me! Today, the grievances between the Mingjiao and the six sects are over!"

"Haha... this kid really made me laugh!"

A group of people from the six major factions waited, laughing endlessly.

Miejue Shitai stood up slowly, and said, "Are you giving orders to the Six Great Disciples?"

Zhao Qiu raised his eyebrows and said in a deep voice, "Why not?"

Juejue said coldly: "Do you think you are Wudang Master Zhang? Do you really think you are the supreme martial artist?"

With his hands behind his back, Zhao Qiu said solemnly: "How dare you refuse to accept?" His voice was stern.

Song Yuanqiao felt ashamed: "I have no way to teach my son! I will capture this rebellious son and go down the mountain!"

At this time, Zhao Qiu glanced sideways and saw Zhang Wuji and Xiao Zhao had come up the mountain.

Song Yuanqiao slapped Zhao Qiu's shoulder with his right palm like the wind.

Between him and the original owner, there is ultimately a father-son relationship, so he didn't kill him, but just patted Zhao Qiu on the shoulder, intending to capture him.

But Zhao Qiu was still holding his hands behind his back, moved his left and right feet slightly, and turned sideways slightly, avoiding Song Yuanqiao's iron palms.

Song Yuanqiao frowned, and then slapped ten more palms in succession.

I saw Zhao Qiu's body shaking slightly, and all the ten palms fell to nothing.

Song Yuanqiao secretly sighed in his heart: "This kid, when did Qinggong become so powerful!" In normal times, he must have been consoling, but it's a pity that "Song Qingshu" completely defended the Demon Cult in public and stood on the opposite side of the six major sects. But it made him feel cold.

Afterwards, Song Yuanqiao attacked dozens of palms one after another, but unfortunately, he didn't even touch Zhao Qiu's clothes.

Song Yuanqiao was still waiting to strike, but he heard Zhao Qiu say: "Song Daxia, you are a great disciple of the Wudang School, and you have a high status. Now you have scored 88 palms in a row. If you continue to attack, it will be meaningless. Why don't you retreat!"

Song Yuanqiao blushed, and said angrily: "I have no way to teach my son, and I have no face to face my colleagues, so I will leave!" After finishing speaking, he whispered a few words to Yu Lianzhou, then looked at Zhao Qiu, and finally walked away alone.