Xuan Shuang sneered, "Why should I admit defeat before the outcome is decided?" He brushed his palm across the spear, causing blood to splatter. Fang Wei squinted his eyes and dodged to the side. Xuan Shuang took the opportunity to land on the ground. He put his hands in front of his body and resumed his stance. Everyone could see that he was panting slightly. The blood at the corner of his mouth had just been wiped away, but it gushed out again. It was obvious that he was seriously injured. If he continued to fight, he would most likely die.
Li Yijie finally couldn't take it anymore and shouted, "Hey, Seven Demons, why don't you take care of your disciple? Do you really want to watch him die?" Jiang Liechen glanced at him disdainfully and said, "What? Why are you pretending to be righteous and meddling in other people's business? Who are you to care about my disciple? "
Li Yijie was so angry that he wanted to rush forward and argue, but Nangong Xue gently pulled him back and shook his head. He looked at Xuan Shuang with worry in his eyes. When he was alone in the Blood Evil Sect, Xuan Shuang had been loyal to him. Now, he could only watch as Xuan Shuang was besieged by righteous experts. Due to his status, he couldn't help him.
Xuan Shuang clenched his fists and changed his stance several times. He put one hand on his waist and crooked his finger. Fang Wei turned his pitchfork and hesitated for a moment. When he saw that Xuan Shuang was covered in blood and had little fighting power, he didn't doubt him and stabbed out. Xuan Shuang followed the direction of the pitchfork and turned his heel. His palms rose and fell repeatedly as he used a set of internal palm techniques. He moved up and down, blocking the attack from the outside. He even used his internal energy to turn the situation around.
The onlookers were shocked. Fang Wei thought that victory was in his hands and didn't care about Xuan Shuang's "dying counterattack" at all. He wasn't in a hurry to take Xuan Shuang's life. Instead, he wanted to show off.
Xuan Shuang coughed up blood again and again, with his arms folded in front of his body, he took the full brunt of the iron pitchfork's attack. He tumbled backward, his body could not stop trembling. He gasped for breath. Sweat mixed with the blood at the corner of his mouth dripped down his cheeks, over his shoulders, and onto the ground. His entire body was on the verge of collapse. It was as if an external force could cause him to fall to the ground and never get up again. Fang Wei laughed heartily as he placed the pitchfork by his side and sneered, "What? You don't have a chance to use those two broken wheels of yours this time?"
Xuan Shuang's breathing suddenly stopped. He slowly raised his head, and his eyes flashed with a sly light as he said, "I've already used it."
Fang Wei was stunned, and the crowd was also confused. After a long while, the wind blew and the grass moved, but everything was still normal. Fang Wei couldn't help but laugh loudly, "What a cunning little brat, you only know how to fool people! Do you think I'll fall for your trick when I've traveled all over the world? Ha … haha … "
His laughter came to an abrupt stop as if someone had broken his waist. His head and neck were lowered inch by inch, as if there was a stiff wooden board stuck on both sides. The crowd followed his gaze and saw that a wound had split open on his abdomen. Blood was seeping out, and the wound was gradually expanding.
Fang Wei turned pale with fright. He hurriedly sealed several acupoints to stop the bleeding. While he was in a flurry, a white light flashed in front of his eyes. The Moonlight Wheel pierced his chest, and when it fell to the ground, it smashed the pitchfork into two pieces. The momentum of the wheel was like a living thing. It turned in a circle and returned to Xuan Shuang's hands. Fang Wei's eyes widened, and he slowly knelt down. His face was full of disbelief, as if he didn't know when he had died.
Xuan Shuang's entire body was soaked in sweat, as if he had been soaked in a lake. During the battle, Jiang Liechen had been watching coldly from the sidelines. At this time, he opened his mouth and said, "The outcome of the battle has been decided. Great Master Tong Zhi, I've troubled you to make an extra trip and return empty-handed. If you've offended me, I'd like to apologize. Please take your people and descend the mountain as soon as possible. Huashan Sect's business has nothing to do with you from now on. "
Tong Zhi sighed inwardly and said, "Jiang Shengjun, please wait. This old monk still wants to have a match with you. It has nothing to do with the bet. This old monk has always been a martial arts fanatic. If I can't exchange pointers with a master of the present age, I really can't wait. Please forgive this old monk for overestimating his abilities. Jiang Shengjun, please enlighten me. "
Jiang Liechen raised his eyebrows, and said neither coldly nor warmly, "Oh? Reverend is too polite. I'm afraid this old monk won't be able to counter you. However, your conditions are so broad. If I don't agree, it will seem as if this old monk is not giving face to the Abbot of Shaolin. On top of the Wulin's public anger, this old monk will have to add another stroke. Then why not … "He paused for a moment, deliberately making everyone's hearts jump to their throats. Then he said indifferently," The previous bet was made by Reverend and my disciple. According to the rules of Jianghu, we can't give up halfway. Please have another match with Shuang Jin. What do you think? "
Xuan Shuang was startled. His arms were still supporting his knees, and his face instantly turned cold. His eyes were fixed on Tong Zhi, and his face was filled with unwillingness and resentment. He was complaining about how his master treated him as an all-purpose shield.
Tong Zhi looked at Xuan Shuang's condition. From top to bottom, there wasn't a single part of his body that was unharmed. Shaolin's martial arts were known for their strength and ferocity. Tong Zhi was afraid that Shaolin wouldn't even be able to block one of Tong Zhi's moves. Shaolin would vomit blood and die on the spot. He hesitated and said, "This … your esteemed disciple has already fought two matches in a row. His martial arts are extraordinary. But right now, I'm afraid it's inconvenient … "Jiang Liechen said impatiently," You can be at ease. It's true that he is seriously injured, but this old monk dares to say that even you are not his match. "
These words were extremely disrespectful to Tong Zhi, and the crowd was furious. Li Yijie was the first to be unable to restrain himself and shouted, "What nonsense are you spouting? He is your direct disciple. Just because the outcome of the next match doesn't matter, you want to disregard his life? Do you have any conscience? "Jiang Liechen laughed coldly and said," You should take care of yourself as soon as possible. Then everything will be fine. Shuang Jin is only worthy of being my disciple if he can win every match and bring me the greatest benefits. Otherwise, his death will not be regretted. "
Li Yijie's anger soared to the heavens. He still wanted to argue, but Xuan Shuang forced himself to straighten his body and said, "It's fine. Throughout history, when practicing martial arts, Shaolin's martial arts is the beginning of all, the foundation of all techniques. Not long after I started my martial arts career, I have the opportunity to compete with the Tai Shan and Big Dipper of the Wulin world. Please enlighten me, Grandmaster. "
When Tong Zhi saw how insistent he was, he couldn't help but feel sympathy for him even though he had a bad temper. He said, "You must think carefully. Once we start fighting, Old Monk will not show mercy. If benefactor is injured … "Xuan Shuang interrupted," Life and death are up to fate. There is no general who can always win on the battlefield. I understand. "
Tong Zhi chanted the name of Buddha. His kasaya fluttered without any wind. His entire body was enveloped in a layer of battle aura that was as turbulent as the waves of the ocean. A layer of energy flowed along his arm and spread to the center of his palm. He moved his feet, and even the air around him followed his movements. In the midst of the silence, his palm chopped out with a "whoosh" sound. It was aimed squarely at Xuan Shuang's face.
Xuan Shuang only stood in place for a moment. Before the wind from Tong Zhi's palm could reach his body, his body swayed and he immediately dodged to the side. Afterwards, he continuously dodged and circled around Tong Zhi, intentionally or unintentionally, without stopping for even a moment. Everyone only saw his astonishing speed, but he didn't attack Tong Zhi even once.
This was the Devil Sect's shallow martial art. Its purpose was to use constantly swaying movements to confuse the enemy's eyes and then invade their mind, making the enemy not know where to attack. At the same time, the enemy had to be constantly on guard against attacks from unknown directions. The enemy was in the open, while he was in the dark. This was the perfect time to attack.
Xuan Shuang's training could be considered top-notch. If it were someone else, they would have unknowingly fallen into his trap. However, Tong Zhi was a Buddhist monk. His attainments were extraordinary. When he used the "Immovable Divine Skill", his mind was clear and he was completely unaffected by external disturbances.
No matter how fast Xuan Shuang's movements were, in his eyes, it was no more than a fly or mosquito flapping its wings. Even the buzzing sound it made was negligible. In fact, when one's internal energy reached a certain level, they could even sense the enemy's next move and attack first.
Tong Zhi was silent for half a day. He had already figured out the pattern of Xuan Shuang's movements. Listening to the sound in his ears, before he even took a step forward, his sleeve, wrapped in powerful internal energy, suddenly chopped toward the left. His prediction was correct. Xuan Shuang's foot stepped in and met the wind from his palm. His body was knocked several feet to the side and he slid a few steps before he managed to stabilize himself.
Li Yijie didn't care about his own safety. His concern was written all over his face. He only wanted to step forward and stop him. Nangong Xue saw that. She knew that he loved her because of her. He didn't care about Xuan Shuang. He cared about Shen Shiyun.
No matter how magnanimous a woman was, when it came to the man she loved, she couldn't help but be a little narrow-minded. She advised, "Shixiong, Xuan Shuang's child is very stubborn. Since he volunteered to fight, if you rashly stop him, not only will you not be able to persuade him, you will also make him hate you. Why don't we wait and see for now? Growing up, his life has been too smooth, so he's arrogant. Letting him suffer a little might not be a bad thing. I believe that Reverend Tong Zhi knows how to act appropriately and won't lower himself to the same level as a child. If the situation is really critical, it won't be too late for you to make your move. "
Li Yijie had no other choice. He couldn't openly reject Nangong Xue's intention. He could only endure it and keep his eyes on the two men.
Tong Zhi shook his sleeves and rushed forward to attack. Every move could be described as a fierce attack, but at the last moment he held back and didn't attack Tong Zhi's vital points. It was as if he could make Xuan Shuang throw away his sword and admit defeat at any time if he wanted to. However, he maintained his status and gave Tong Zhi some leeway.
Those who recognized this move couldn't put any strength into their hands, so they started to talk all at once. One of them said, "This is Shaolin Pai's' Great Mercy Subduing Devil Fist '!" "When Damo Ancestor created this set of fist techniques, he was deeply moved after facing the wall for many years. He hoped that his disciples would always have a compassionate heart and would not use martial arts as a tool to show off their evil deeds. At the same time, he believed that human nature is good and that all people should be forgiven. Even those who are thoroughly evil should be given a chance to start anew. Therefore, although each move of this set of fist techniques is fierce, it doesn't have any killing moves and won't take the opponent's life. "" If you ask me, it's because Reverend Tong Zhi's heart is too good. Don't you think it's obvious what kind of person this little devil is? Let's not talk about him being the last disciple of the Seven Demons. Just look at his young age, he's already slaughtered dozens of manors, big and small. His hands are stained with blood. When he grows up, he'll be even more terrible. How can we expect such a vicious person to repent on his own? "
Tong Zhi's actions were clear even to the onlookers. How could the Xuan Shuang not know? However, he had a strong sense of self-esteem and was not happy to be treated like a benefactor. Taking advantage of an opening, he shook his arm and suddenly turned into thousands of lights and shadows. It was as if hundreds of hands appeared out of thin air and greeted Tong Zhi's body at the same time.
Upon seeing this, Tong Zhi was startled. The onlookers were also puzzled. After a while, they cried out, "This is Shaolin's' Thousand Hands Buddha Palm '! Other than our own disciples, it's not taught to outsiders. You little devil secretly learned other sects' martial arts. Pei, shameless! "
The Xuan Shuang was focused on the battle and had no time to pay attention to them. A Blood Fiend disciple came to speak up for the Vice Hierarch and cried out, "Who said this is Shaolin's martial arts? At that time, we don't know who secretly learned from whom. This is recorded in our sect's ancestral scripture, the 'Seven Demons True Formula'. At that time, not to mention you old monks, even his master's master hadn't been born yet! "
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