Ah Da and Ah Er were both shocked and angry. Although they were not brothers, they had been servants of the Ruyang Palace for many years, so their relationship was even deeper than that of ordinary brothers. Seeing that Ah San was killed by Xuan Cheng, their eyes immediately turned red and they rushed over to take revenge.
Ah Da and Dong Bai were famous for their fast swordplay. Although they only had one hand now, the speed of their swordplay did not decrease at all. They were the first to reach Xuan Cheng. Xuan Cheng was expressionless. His left hand turned into a claw and pointed at the tip of the sword.
Ah Da was stunned. He thought that even if Xuan Cheng had learned the Vajra Finger, there was no way he could fight a sharp sword head-on. Therefore, although he felt that Xuan Cheng's fingers were as white as jade with a faint layer of crystal flowing, he did not care too much. With a hideous smile, he circulated all the power in his body, thinking that he could cut off half of Xuan Cheng's palm with this sword.
The tip of the sword and the fingertip collided, but the imagined blood and flesh splattered did not appear. Ah Da felt a great force coming from the sword and could not move forward anymore. Ah Da furrowed his brows and pushed the sword forward with all his might. The blade of the sword soon curved in an exaggerated way.
Xuan Cheng shouted and pushed forward with his fingertip. The sword broke inch by inch like it was made of paper. Ah Da turned pale with fright, but he was still a first rate master. He quickly took the opportunity to retreat several feet. Looking at the bare sword hilt in his hand, he suddenly thought of a legendary supreme skill of the Shaolin Temple. He could not help but cry out, "One Finger Zen!"
The One Finger Zen of the Shaolin Temple was an extremely profound martial art. Ordinary monks would not be able to grasp it without decades of practice. Since the founding of the Shaolin Temple, the number of people who had mastered this skill could be counted on one's fingers. It was said that after mastering it, the finger would be invincible and could take acupoints from a distance. Its power was even greater than the Duan Style of Dali's Solitary Yang Finger. However, because too few people had mastered it, it was not as famous in Jianghu as the Solitary Yang Finger.
All of this happened in a flash. Ah Er had already used the Vajra Palm to attack Xuan Cheng's right chest. Ah Er, Ah San, and Gang Tong were the masters of the Vajra Sect in the western region. In the past, Zhao Min used a trick and had Gang Tong plot against Zhang Sanfeng. Even with Zhang Sanfeng's Divine Creation Realm cultivation base, he was still hit by Gang Tong's Vajra Prajna Palm and was severely injured. It almost caused the Wudang Sect to be destroyed by Zhao Min and her party.
Ah Er had mastered the external Vajra Sect to the peak, then from the outside to the inside. He had comprehended the superior internal energy that the Vajra Sect did not have. Gang Xiang's Qi and Gang. He did not believe that Er 'Er's power was more powerful than Gang. San and Gang. Wu Cheng could not. and Er. Da. Er, Er did not have Er. He and Gang and Xiang were not. Gang.
Xuan Cheng had just forced Ah Da back. Sure enough, it was too late for him to dodge. He could only raise his palm to meet the attack. It was the Prajna Palm that he had used against Song Qingshu.
The two palms collided, but it was not the internal energy that he had imagined. Ah 'er only felt that the power of his palm was like a clay ox entering the sea, as if it had been turned into nothingness. Before he had time to be shocked, he felt a tremendous force coming from Xuan Cheng's palm. Ah' er screamed and staggered back in a sorry state. With every step he took, the limestone slabs were all shattered. When he finally stopped, he could not help but kneel on the ground, and with a 'wa' sound, he spat out a large mouthful of blood.
"First turning the opponent's power into nothingness, then taking advantage of the opportunity to push forward. The Prajna Palm is really mysterious." Song Qingshu was speechless. He thought that even his Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms was trying his best to avoid a head-on collision with the opponent. Ah Er's Vajra Palm was strong and fierce. He wanted to go head-on with the Prajna Palm. He was really overestimating himself.
"Mr. Lu, Mr. Crane, go and help them." Zhao Min had just seen the battle between Xuan Cheng and Song Qingshu. It seemed to be nothing special. She did not expect that her subordinate would be defeated so miserably in a fight with Xuan Cheng. She complained in her heart.
The two Xuan Ming Elders saw Xuan Cheng wounding the Divine Arrow Eight Heroes, killing A 'San, forcing back A' Da, and heavily injuring A 'Er with just a wave of his hand, they couldn't help but feel somewhat terrified. But since their Master had spoken, the two of them looked at each other, and had no choice but to brace themselves and go forward.
Learning from their previous mistakes, Xuan Ming Elders naturally did not dare to be as arrogant as before. They did not want to use the Xuan Ming Palm to defeat the opponent quickly. They both took out their own special weapons.
The two of them were the world's top masters. They had been brothers for decades and were very good at joint attacks. In this way, Xuan Cheng could not do anything to them in a short time.
The three of them quickly fought. The wind within a radius of several feet was like a knife. Xuan Cheng was bare-handed, but he did not show any fear. On the contrary, Xuan Ming Elders' expression gradually became serious. Their figures also became somewhat obscure.
"I ask the Imperial Teacher to help us." Zhao Min saw that the Xuan Ming Elders were gradually falling into a disadvantageous position. Although their moves were going back and forth, she knew in her heart that the two were just struggling. She quickly looked at Jinlun Fawang for help.
"Princess, this …" Jinlun Fawang showed hesitation. He was the dignified Mongolian Imperial Teacher. If he joined forces with others to fight the enemy, even if he won, he would lose face. What's more, with the skill shown by Xuan Cheng, Jinlun Fawang was not sure if he could win alone, so he fell into a dilemma.
According to Jinlun Fawang's original idea, although the Xuan Ming Elders could not defeat Xuan Cheng, if Xuan Cheng wanted to win against the two elders, he would have to pay a certain price. At that time, if he fought against the injured Xuan Cheng, his chances of winning would greatly increase. In this way, he would be able to defeat the first person in the Shaolin Temple in two hundred years. His reputation in the world would be unprecedented, and he could also faintly suppress the Nalanda Temple's Ba Siba. So why not?
"Imperial Teacher, I know that you respect your identity, but our mission this time is very important. If anything happens, I'm afraid it will be hard to explain to the Great Khan." Princess Huazheng also persuaded. She only thought that Jinlun Fawang was worried about his reputation, but she did not know that he had so many calculations in his heart.
Even Princess Huazheng also spoke up. Jinlun Fawang could no longer refuse, so he nodded his head and got up to say to Xuan Cheng, "This old monk is the Mongolian Imperial Teacher, Jinlun Fawang. Today, I came to meet you. Be careful." As soon as his voice fell, three wheels flew out of his hands and spun rapidly towards Xuan Cheng.
Although Jinlun Fawang was good at scheming against others, he was after all a Grandmaster. In a situation where there were many of them, he naturally would not sneak attack. So before he made a move, he first warned.
"Imperial Teacher, I'll leave this to you." Hearing the whizzing wheels, the Xuan Ming Elders temporarily forced Xuan Cheng back and immediately jumped out of the battle circle.
Seeing the two burn the bridge after crossing the river, Jinlun Fawang couldn't help but curse in his heart. But the arrow was already nocked on the bow, so he could only continue to attack with a gloomy face. With the two wheels in his hands, he coordinated with the three wheels in the sky and continued to attack.
The five wheels were of different weights and sizes. Jinlun Fawang caught and threw them as he pleased. When the wheels came out, they were sometimes straight and sometimes crooked. The five wheels spun as if they were flying. Xuan Cheng had never met such a strange weapon before. For a moment, he was forced into a fluster by the wheels that were attacking him from all directions.
"The scene of these five wheels flying together is quite similar to my Li Sword Technique." Song Qingshu watched for a while. Because he was not involved in the battle, he could vaguely feel the pattern of the five wheels flying.
The Li Sword Technique was a sword technique that Song Qingshu had researched before. Using Qi to control the sword, he could control the wooden sword to appear and disappear unpredictably within three feet of his body, attacking the enemy from all directions. Later on, he combined it with the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms. Even the Western Poison Ouyang Feng was forced into a difficult situation.
But because of Ouyang Feng's reminder, Song Qingshu realized the weakness in his character. Song Qingshu was suddenly enlightened. When he successfully completed his plan, his entire martial arts realm had a qualitative improvement. Now, he was more inclined to simplify the complex. A wooden sword was enough.
"Imperial Teacher is indeed the number one fighter in Mongolia. One on one, he has the upper hand." Hua Zheng said happily as she looked at the situation.
Zhao Min never lacked top fighters around her. So even though her martial arts were not that great, her knowledge was far greater than Hua Zheng's. She could see that Jinlun Fawang had caught Xuan Cheng off guard and had the upper hand. But Xuan Cheng was like a small boat in a raging sea. Even though it looked dangerous, he was able to avoid danger every time.
If Jinlun Fawang could not quickly turn his advantage into a victory, things would not look good for Xuan Cheng once he got used to it.
"Mr. Lu, Mr. Crane, go and help the Royal Advisor." Zhao Min was a pragmatist. She did not care about the rules of the martial arts world. She followed the principle of taking advantage of someone's weakness on the Mongolian plains. Now that the Xuanming Elders and Jinlun Fawang were working together, Xuan Cheng would not be able to escape.
"Your Highness, Imperial Teacher has the upper hand. If we get involved now, wouldn't we be looking down on Imperial Teacher?" Lu Zhangke laughed dryly. They naturally knew what Jinlun Fawang was planning. Now that the tables had turned, it was their turn to watch the fire from the other side.
Zhao Min's pretty face turned cold. She was about to use her status as a princess to give them orders when there was a change in the situation.
After dozens of rounds, Xuan Cheng already knew the power of the five flywheels. A confident smile appeared on his face and he no longer dodged. He took a deep breath and activated the Indestructible Body of Diamond. The red and yellow monk's robe swelled up again.
Bang, bang, bang!
Following a few ear-piercing noises, the flywheels bounced off Xuan Cheng's body. Jinlun Fawang turned pale with fright and quickly circulated his internal energy to gather the scattered flywheels in his hands. The five of them merged into one and stood in front of him to defend against Xuan Cheng's next attack.
Xuan Cheng waved his hand and the staff stuck in the wall flew into his hand. He said the name of Buddha to Jinlun Fawang, "Fawang, you are the Mongolian Imperial Teacher. I don't dare to fight you with my bare hands. I will use the Staff of Exorcism to test your Tantric techniques."
"Master's martial arts are so high that it is rarely seen. I was going to use the Dragon and Elephant Prajna Kung Fu to deal with Guo Jing. I hope Master can evaluate it." Jinlun Fawang held the golden wheel in one hand and slowly waved the other. The light behind him slowly twisted and seemed to form the image of a dragon and elephant.
"Legend has it that every level of power is twice the power of the previous level. I wonder what level Fawang is at?" Xuan Cheng's expression became serious.
"I am not talented, I have only reached the tenth level." Jinlun Fawang looked humble but he could not hide the pride in his heart.
When he saw that everyone in the inn had their attention on the two of them, Song Qingshu had an idea. He looked in the direction of Zhao Min and saw that under the sunlight, her face was flushed red and the skin on the back of her neck was as white as snow. Her figure was graceful and her waist was so thin and soft that it looked like it had no bones. He couldn't help but secretly praise her, "She really is the most beautiful woman in Mongolia. This is a once in a blue moon opportunity, kidnapping her is as easy as flipping my hand …"
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