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The corner of Wang Mocheng's eyes twitched. He had never seen such a fighting style. Not only did he put on a stance of exchanging his life for Wang Mocheng's, but more importantly, as a swordsman, he actually abandoned his sword at the beginning of the fight. How could there be such a swordsman in the world? But no matter what, the long sword that came across the sky was real. If Wang Mocheng did not withdraw his saber to protect himself, he would be seriously injured even if he did not die.
"Ding!"
With the sound of metal colliding, Wang Mocheng's long saber pulled back, and the blade pushed the long sword far away. It was impossible for Wang Yan to take back his sword, and Wang Yan did not want to take back his sword. Through the previous fight, Wang Yan was very clear about Wang Mocheng's strength. He knew that it was impossible for him to compete with Wang Mocheng with the Yuanying Swordsmanship and the Sword Stepping Steps that he had just learned. The only thing he could rely on was the Blood Sword Finger and the self-created Eight Trigrams Roaming Steps that he had learned from the old man of the Sword Scripture Pavilion. He knew that he had to get close to Wang Mocheng to find a chance of winning.
Therefore, Wang Yan took advantage of the moment when Wang Mocheng was sheathing his blade to leap forward. In an instant, he was already a meter or so in front of Wang Mocheng. Just as Wang Mocheng's sword was knocked away, Wang Yan's right hand moved like a sword and swiftly pointed at Wang Mocheng's wrist that was holding the blade.
"Humph!"
Seeing this, Wang Mocheng snorted coldly. Then he took a step back with his right foot and sidestepped. With the momentum of his body turning, his left hand punched straight at Wang Yan's ribs. Wang Mocheng did not care about Wang Yan's sword finger. This was a move of giving Wang Mocheng a taste of his own medicine. Just now, Wang Yan risked his life to force him to change his move. Now he planned to exchange injury for injury. More importantly, Wang Yan pointed at his wrist, but he attacked Wang Yan's ribs from the side. If they really fought head-on, he would only have a small injury on his hand, but Wang Yan's heart would likely be injured.
However, something that Wang Mocheng did not expect happened. Just as he punched out, Wang Yan's feet moved and his body moved to the right, as if he was sliding along the ground. At the same time, his sword fingers pointed downwards, and before Wang Mocheng could react, Wang Yan's fingertips quickly tapped on Wang Mocheng's right hip.
Silently, this finger was launched and withdrawn in a hurry. It was not strong, and it seemed to have no effect. But Wang Mocheng felt that the Qi and blood in his body were stagnant.
"So your real Kung Fu is the Acupoint Finger Technique!"
Wang Mocheng's eyes narrowed. He felt that he had figured out Wang Yan's Kung Fu. Wang Yan would not explain. The second and third moves of the Blood Sword Finger both had the method of breaking meridians and hitting acupoints. Those who did not know the whole technique would not be able to tell the real foundation of this set of finger technique.
And the move that Wang Yan used just now was a variation of the third move of the Blood Sword Finger, 'Blood Severing Flow'. Under such variation, the finger technique was more agile and fast. Although the strength was not enough, the moment it hit the target, it would spit out traces of finger force. Perhaps the effect was not obvious at the beginning, but if it was successful continuously, there was a possibility of closing the acupoints and sealing the meridians.
Without waiting for Wang Mocheng's words to fade, Wang Yan once again stomped on the ground. His figure flickered as he jabbed out a few more times. Wang Mocheng found it difficult to deal with this kind of finger technique. In less than a dozen breaths, he had been jabbed six or seven times, causing him to involuntarily become angry.
It was no wonder that Wang Mocheng was like this. He himself used a horse-slaying broadsword that was half the length of a person. His knife skills were also big and wide. With his martial arts and weapons, he was good at fighting in formations, but he was slightly weaker in close combat. Now that Wang Yan was in front of him, he could not use his knife. The horse-chopping broadsword was not as fast as the Blood Sword Finger. And it was not easy for him to force Wang Yan back and open up the distance to use his knife. It was probably because his Qinggong was not as exquisite as Wang Yan's.
Between the two, Wang Yan used his own agility and speed to avoid a head-on clash with Wang Mocheng. This kind of fighting method was the perfect counter to a swordsman like Wang Mocheng.
Clatter.
After being hit by Wang Yan's finger on his right arm again, Wang Mocheng flew into a rage out of humiliation. He stabbed the horse-chopping broadsword in his hand into the ground. Then, his feet shook and his hands turned into knives, facing Wang Yan bare-handed. Seeing this situation, Wang Yan could not help but show a sneer on his face. In the next moment, his feet moved quickly. As his body moved, his Blood Sword Finger struck out again. Wang Mocheng moved as well. His left palm returned to protect in front of his body, and his right palm struck the air towards Wang Yan's right shoulder.
"Good move!"
Wang Yan shouted. He stopped in his tracks and with a shake of his right arm, the sword finger that he had sent out was like a wave, while the sword finger on his left hand was like a venomous snake that had been lying dormant for a long time, heading straight for Wang Mocheng's right palm.
Clatter.
A soft sound was heard. It was the tip of Wang Yan's left hand's sword finger that had already swiftly pressed against Wang Mocheng's palm. Without waiting for the force in Wang Mocheng's palm to erupt, the sword finger swiftly withdrew. Such a light finger should have no effect on Wang Mocheng's extremely powerful palm, but a strange scene happened. Before Wang Yan could completely retract his left hand, Wang Mocheng's entire right hand hung in the air as if it was frozen. In the blink of an eye, his right hand stiffened like a stone and fell down involuntarily.
The reason for this situation was that Wang Yan's previous acupuncture points had taken effect. Every finger he made was very particular. From beginning to end, he was hitting one meridian. This meridian started from the Huantiao acupoint on the hip and ended at the Zhongzhu acupoint on the palm. Although it was not one of the twelve meridians, it ran through half of the body. After Wang Yan hit the acupoints on this meridian one by one, the entire meridian was sealed. In a short period of time, half of the body would be paralyzed. Even if he used his inner force to break through the acupoints, it would take more than ten breaths to recover. But in a battle of life and death, how could there be more than ten breaths?
Pa.
Wang Yan did not give Wang Mocheng a moment to catch his breath. Without waiting for his right hand to fall completely, the sword finger on his right hand suddenly changed. Just as Wang Mocheng was surprised by the change in his body, Wang Yan's sword finger on his right hand was like a heavenly treasure sword, heading straight for Wang Mocheng's throat.
Murderous intent!
If this move hit, would Wang Mocheng still be alive? After all, this person was a person who had fought in blood and fire. At this moment of life and death, he stomped his feet. As he circulated his energy, he shrugged his shoulders and shrank his neck. Then, he dragged half of his numb body and headbutted towards Wang Yan.
This change of move to seek survival in the midst of death could be said to be excellent. Shrugging his shoulders and shrinking his neck avoided the vital parts, making Wang Yan's sure-kill finger unable to succeed. More importantly, his headbutt was heading straight down with great momentum. If Wang Yan did not dodge, his sternum would probably be smashed! This was really a change of life and death. Even in his dreams, Wang Mocheng did not expect that Wang Yan would force him to this point.
At this critical moment, Wang Yan also decided to go all out. The distance between the two of them was too close, and he was unable to dodge in time. Therefore, he only saw his legs tremble as he retracted his sword-fingers. Without waiting for Wang Mocheng's headbutt to land, he combined his sword-fingers and pointed at Wang Mocheng's headbutt.
"Pa!"
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