"Amitabha." The Drunkard Monk sighed. "Since the time of Taizong, our family has received the favor of the emperor. Although I have become a monk now, I still have to repay the karma of the past. This time, I will protect the emperor."
Wang Chongyang laughed loudly. "We have unfinished karma from the wagered fight in the pavilion. Let's continue today." As he spoke, he stabbed.
With his cultivation, he didn't need to use a sword against an enemy. But this time, his opponent was not an ordinary enemy. He didn't dare to be careless and pulled out his old sword.
"Protect the emperor!" The guards on the side quickly pulled out their swords and stood guard around Zhao Gou. Even though the other's sword wasn't aimed at the emperor, with his level of martial arts, who knew if he would change his move at the last moment? If that happened, would they have time to react?
Li Yanshi's throat was a little dry. He usually thought that he was also a top expert in Jianghu. His identity as the one with the Imperial Armament made him look down on the people in Jianghu. But now, he only stood far away from the opponent's casual sword, and he already felt that it was difficult to block it. If this sword was aimed at him, would he be able to block it?
He looked worriedly at the Drunkard Monk, unsure if he could block this attack. While they were both masters of the same level, the sword in Wang Chongyang's hand shone with cold light and was sharp. It was not an ordinary weapon. The Drunkard Monk was unarmed and would be at a disadvantage in this aspect.
The Drunkard Monk slowly raised his hand. His sleeves suddenly bulged and he quickly blocked the other's sword.
Wang Chongyang laughed. "Shaolin's World in the Sleeve is only average among the seventy-two ultimate techniques. I didn't expect you to use it so well."
"Brother Chongyang, you must be joking. The Quanzhen Sword Technique is mediocre in the hands of the Quanzhen Sect's disciples, but in your hands, it can be turned into magic." The Drunkard Monk answered as he blocked his attack.
"I was too naive." Wang Chongyang stopped smiling. His sword technique became even sharper. The others couldn't see his moves clearly. They could only faintly see a ball of silver light in his hand.
Staring at the battle in the field, Zhao Gou could not help but ask the people beside him, "Who do you think will win?"
Li Yanshi replied, "Reporting to Sir, I am afraid Doujiu Seng's internal energy has reached a level that can shake the ancients and dazzle the contemporaries. The Jiu Yang Shen Gong is good at defense. Although Wang Chongyang's attack is swift and violent, Doujiu Seng has been strictly guarding the three feet radius around him. If the stalemate continues and Wang Chongyang's strength is slightly depleted, Dashi will counterattack."
Hearing this, Zhao Gou's gloomy face finally showed a hint of a smile.
Ding Dian also nodded secretly. Although Li Yanshi's words were meant to comfort the emperor, they also made some sense. The Drunkard Monk's kung fu was good at defense. If the difference in strength between the two sides was not big, he would have an advantage by using defense instead of offense. If Wang Chongyang did not have a follow-up move, he would probably lose this time.
As soon as he thought of this, Wang Chongyang suddenly withdrew his sword and jumped out of the battle. He looked at the Drunkard Monk and said helplessly, "You're guarding like an old tortoise. It's really hard to find a place to attack."
The Drunkard Monk smiled slightly. "We haven't seen each other for many years. Brother Chongyang, your swordsmanship has improved a lot."
"Don't say such polite words." Wang Chongyang huffed in annoyance. "Are you secretly proud that I can't break through your defense?"
"I don't dare, I don't dare." Although the Drunkard Monk spoke modestly, there was still some pride in his eyes. No matter what, Wang Chongyang was the number one in the world. He did not have any desire to win or lose against others. It was still difficult for him to control himself against Wang Chongyang.
Wang Chongyang naturally saw through his thoughts and was not angry.
He smiled slightly and said, "Big monk, don't be too proud too early. The next move is the essence of my life's kung fu. It was originally used to deal with you old farts. It's a pity that it was broken by a young man last time."
"Huh?" The Drunkard Monk was extremely shocked. "What young man in this world can break your ultimate move?"
Wang Chongyang looked at him with a smile that was not a smile. "Big monk, are you smiling from the bottom of your heart? Don't worry, that person is an evildoer. Although he can break it, it doesn't mean that you can. Not to mention that I have learned from last time and have improved the formation. Even if I fight him again, he may not be able to break it. "
Thinking of the mysterious move of the young man in the battle of Chongyang Palace, Wang Chongyang secretly sighed. If the other side had agreed to his three conditions, this operation would have been in the bag. Now, he only had a fifty-fifty chance of winning.
Wang Chongyang was not an ordinary person. He quickly put this regret to the back of his mind. His whole body moved in the Big Dipper Formation and with a very mysterious pace, he circled around the Drunkard Monk. The people in the small courtyard only saw a blur in front of their eyes. They suddenly found that he had turned into seven figures, faintly surrounding the Drunkard Monk.
"The Big Dipper Formation!" The Drunkard Monk's expression changed. Last time in the pavilion, he had gambled with Wang Chongyang. Both sides had only touched the surface, so he hadn't seen the other's special move. However, he had traveled the world and his knowledge was extraordinary. In an instant, he saw the shadow of the Big Dipper Formation of the Quanzhen Seven, but that formation was used by seven people working together. He didn't expect that Wang Chongyang would use it alone.
The Drunkard Monk admired and respected him in his heart, but soon he didn't have the energy to admire him. Facing the attack of seven Great Grandmasters of the same level at the same time, no matter how good his defense was, he instantly fell into a difficult situation.
"This … how is this possible?" Not far away, Li Yanshi, Ding Dian, and the others opened their mouths wide. For a moment, it was as if their view of the world had been greatly subverted. The scene in front of them was really beyond their imagination.
Seven Wang Chongyangs working together, who in the world could be a match for them?
The Drunkard Monk, who was in the center of the storm, had the deepest experience. Just a moment ago, Wang Chongyang had appeared at the positions of "Megrez" and "Alioth" and used the killing move of the Quanzhen Sword Technique. Just as he had blocked it, at the same time, Wang Chongyang had appeared at the positions of "Phecda" and "Mizar" and attacked him with the Three Flowers Converging Palm.
The Drunkard Monk operated the Nine Yang Divine Skill to the extreme to barely block the palm technique from both sides. However, the two figures of Wang Chongyang that appeared behind him at the "Alkaid" and "Merak" positions were something that he absolutely could not withstand. He could only hurriedly circulate his Nine Yang Genuine Qi to protect his vital parts. Then, he was instantly hit by Wang Chongyang's punch, palm, and finger.
The Drunkard Monk vomited a mouthful of blood and opened his mouth, "Om, Ma, Ni, Pad, Mi, Hum!"
The Mantra of Six Runes was a sound wave technique, and sound could be transmitted in all directions. To a certain extent, it could also be considered a kind of indiscriminate killing. No matter how fast Wang Chongyang's seven figures were, they couldn't escape the sound, so they could only retreat slightly to avoid the sharp edge.
The Drunkard Monk took this opportunity to quickly operate his internal energy to heal his injuries. The punch and palm just now were fine, but the finger should be the Single Yang Finger operated by the Innate Gang Qi. When he was hit by the finger, he immediately felt half of his body go numb.
It was also thanks to Wang Chongyang's seven parts that the power of his attack was relatively weaker. Otherwise, if he had been hit by Wang Chongyang's Single Yang Finger in his normal state, even if he had the protection of the Nine Yang Divine Skill, his acupoints would probably have been instantly sealed, and the outcome of the battle would have been decided.
When Wang Chongyang saw that the Drunkard Monk had recovered after vomiting blood, he couldn't help but click his tongue in wonder, "The Nine Yang Divine Skill is really unique in treating internal injuries. If other experts were hit by my three moves, even if they didn't die, they would be seriously injured. Big Monk, you seem to be completely fine."
As soon as he finished speaking, he once again used the Big Dipper Formation to attack.
In the past, he knew how strong the Nine Yang Divine Skill's recovery ability was. If he delayed for a little longer, his opponent's internal injuries might be completely healed, and the advantage he had obtained with great difficulty would be wasted.
The Drunkard Monk's expression was solemn. He used all the skills he had learned in his life to guard his body. If he really couldn't defend, he would use the Mantra of Six Runes to retreat. In this way, he wouldn't be hit by his opponent after only a few moves like before.
However, he knew that the Mantra of Six Runes consumed a lot of internal energy, especially to make an expert like Wang Chongyang worry, so he naturally had to use all his strength. On the other hand, he had to deal with the attacks coming from all directions. Even with the amazing recovery ability of the Nine Yang Divine Skill, he still felt that his internal energy was gradually being consumed. As the saying goes, if you defend for a long time, you will definitely lose. If this continued, he would most likely lose, unless Wang Chongyang used the Big Dipper Formation all by himself.
The Drunkard Monk suddenly felt a little regretful. If he had known this would happen, he would have gone to deal with Shi Potian and Huang Yaoshi himself. Although Shi Potian's internal energy was strong, his own strength was also internal energy. Huang Chang's Nine Yin Manual was extremely versatile. If it was him facing Wang Chongyang's Big Dipper Formation, he definitely wouldn't be as helpless as he was.
Of course, this didn't mean that the Drunkard Monk was weaker than Huang Chang. It should be known that when the two of them fought, the Nine Yang Divine Skill innately restrained the cold internal energy, and the Nine Yin White Bone Claw's evil energy was restrained to a certain extent by the Buddhist martial arts. Huang Chang, on the other hand, was at a disadvantage. It could only be said that even at the level of a Great Grandmaster, the principle of mutual promotion and restraint was unavoidable.
Zhao Gou and the others at the side also saw that the Drunkard Monk was in a disadvantageous situation. They wanted to send their guards to help, but the difference between the two sides was just too big. In a fight between Great Grandmasters, before the others could even help, they were already seriously injured by the shockwaves of the scattered Qi.
Even Huang Yaoshi, who was at the level of one of the Five Ultimate Masters, could only stand at the side and help. Although everyone with the imperial equipment was a master, none of them had reached the level of one of the Five Ultimate Masters.
Li Yanshi suddenly had an idea. He looked at the slightly opened door and said to Zhao Gou, "Sir, since this is the territory of the Wu Dang Mountain, why don't we ask Master Zhang to help? As long as he is willing to help, everything will be settled."
Zhao Gou frowned slightly. This time, there was something strange about the Wu Dang Clan. In his initial expectations, something must have happened to the Wu Dang Clan, and the person in the wooden hut might not be Zhang SanFeng.
But now that things had come to this, they couldn't just give up. It would be good to let someone try.
Seeing that he agreed, Li Yanshi used his internal energy and said to the hut, "Master Zhang, now that the evildoers are trying to rebel, I hope that you will come out of seclusion and subdue the evil."
He shouted three times, but there was still no response.
"Master Zhang, we have sent someone in." Li Yanshi frowned and signaled for the two of them to bring their imperial equipment in to investigate. Now that things had come to this, he couldn't care too much.
"Yugui, Shousu, be careful!" Li Yanshi reminded them carefully. Among the imperial equipment, Zhang Yugui and Bai Shousu were second only to him and Ding Dian. All these years, they had killed who knew how many Jianghu masters who dared to spy on the Imperial House. The two of them looked out for each other. Even if it was a dangerous place, they would still have the ability to protect themselves.
The two of them nodded. With their swords and sabers in hand, they walked in step by step with full vigilance.
After the two of them passed through the screen, the people outside couldn't see their figures. Seeing that there was no movement after a long time, Li Yanshi couldn't help but ask, "Yugui, Shousu, what's going on inside?"
Bang! Bang!
What answered him were two muffled sounds. Two black shadows shot out and smashed into the ground. Everyone looked over and couldn't help but change their expressions. It turned out that the two guards with the imperial equipment were already dead.
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