Chapter 471

When the Taoist priest heard Wang Yong's words, he couldn't help frowning.

He is a bit overbearing, which is also due to his sword skill. He developed a set of powerful and fierce sword techniques from Wudang sword techniques, which is called wind thunder sword technique.

Once this kind of sword technique is launched, it will be like thunder and lightning. It is majestic and contains great power. Practice more, naturally also developed this kind of aggressive and domineering style.

Like the last time he came to Guoan, it was similar. A national security guard suspected that he was a spy and was very rude to him. He wanted to take out a little punishment, who knows or to play the guard into a serious injury.

I didn't expect to have the same conflict with Wang Yong. The only difference is that Wang Yong's Kung Fu is good. It seems that he doesn't have to worry about seriously injuring him.

Without any scruples in his heart, the Taoist robe man raised his head and said, "I'm born domineering. It has nothing to do with master Jinglin. You don't have to say this kind of words. If you want me to be soft and win, I'll say it again! "

As soon as Wang Yong turned his mouth, he was really embarrassed by the words of this Taoist priest.

I thought that there were many wild men in the army who were unreasonable. It seems that they are not uncommon in the wild. For example, this guy in front of him is clearly wearing a robe, but he has no moral character.

"Unfortunately, we are similar in character. I usually beat that person up before I make him soft. It seems that we are quite congenial. In that case, do you mind if I beat you a little bit? " Wang Yong asked seriously.

"No, as long as you can." The Daopao man replied solemnly.

It's clearly the part of pulling hatred and giving cruel words, but they are very polite. It's just that there's a sense of killing in the politeness. It's obvious that neither of them is ready to be really polite.

Bang, Wang Yong takes the lead.

The Taoist robed man had a sword in his hand, and he was also a disciple of Li Jinglin. Wang Yong didn't dare to let him pull out his sword, otherwise it must be Wang Yong who will suffer at that time.

It is said that in his later years, Li Jinglin could use only one chopstick to make a sword, forcing several big men to get close to him. Chopsticks move, poke a hole in the wall, just like eating vegetables.

But he went to the opposite extremes with Li Shuwen. Li Shuwen's shooting skills were as light as a weight. The head of the big gun poked at the fly, and the fly died without breaking the wall.

Wang Yong kicked the scabbard flying to the Daopao great man with one foot, which mainly prevented the Daopao great man from drawing his sword.

The real killing move is still in the hand. As soon as his body shakes, his hand knife draws a strange arc and pokes at the ribs of the Taoist robe man.

It's very powerful. Once you hit it, you have to break several ribs of the Taoist robe man.

"Tough boy There was a flash of anger in the eyes of the Taoist priest.

In an instant, his wrist trembled, and his broad Taoist robe was buzzing. It was like a fan made of metal, patting at Wang Yong's wrist.

Wang Yong heart a Lin, immediately change move to avoid.

This is the iron sleeve Kung Fu of Taoism, which is very similar to the water sleeve in Beijing opera. However, the power is much higher. Wang Yong once saw a man play with a specially made clothes, and the sleeves can break the solid wood tabletop into pieces.

The Taoist robe master was obviously much more powerful than that man. With a move of his sleeve, he could hear the sound of explosion. If you really hit Wang Yong on the wrist, Wang Yong's hand will be useless.

"You are not so kind!" Wang Yong retorted, dodged the iron sleeve of the Taoist robe and turned into a short man like Wu Dalang.

The right foot is hidden in the low body shape, suddenly kicked a foot.

This foot is strange and sudden, the posture is not elegant, but the actual effect is very powerful.

Just listening to the wind, Wang Yong's toes collapsed into a straight line. Like a dagger on his shoes, he kicked at the Taoist robe of the Great Han Dantian.

The anger between the eyebrows of the Taoist robed man became more and more serious. Because he thinks that Wang Yong's attack is too vicious. If he kicks him, it will definitely destroy him. His kung fu is at least half backward.

However, a great man only thinks about others' evils and can't see his own. The crow fell on the back of the pig, only said that the pig was black, and didn't realize that he was also very black.

With a click, the big man's sword arm trembled like a python, and instantly it bounced to Wang Yong's tibia.

The sword didn't come out completely. It just popped out a little. But this small section already has quite terrible lethality.

The cold light leaking out is frightening. It can be imagined that when the blade cuts Wang Yong's leg, it will directly cut Wang Yong's tibia.

In a hurry, Wang Yong's body swayed on the ground, like a water lotus swaying with the wind, which made him infinitely shy. Petals suddenly closed, countless leg shadow scattered, straight kick Daopao big man key parts.

"Insidious!" The Taoist robed man swore.

You can only change the direction of the scabbard to prevent harm.

Just listen to the sound of Dang, Wang Yong kicks his toes on the scabbard and makes a sound of metal crowing.

This move is obviously equal, but the Taoist robe man seems to have suffered a loss. His face is red and his anger is growing.

Wang Yong really can't understand why he is so hot tempered because he is a monk. He is not as good as ordinary people.

"You have to force me to draw my sword by using three kinds of moves again and again." The Taoist priest asked in a cold voice.

It seems that once he draws his sword, Wang Yong will suffer.

Wang Yong stood still, glanced at the Taoist robe man and said, "do you think you are the only one who has a sword?"

The Taoist priest was stunned. He didn't expect that Wang Yong would answer like this. Subconsciously, he said, "do you have a sword, too?"

Wang Yong did not answer with a smile.

Seeing Wang Yong's appearance, the Taoist robed man didn't know why he was angry. He repressed his anger and said in a deep voice: "since you also have a sword, that's just right! Save others say I bully you empty handed! Take out your sword

But Wang Yong shook his head: "I'm afraid you won't fight me after you take it out."

"What?" The Taoist robe man's eyes were wide open and looked insulted“ You're making fun of me? I am a Wudang disciple. All my kung fu is on the three feet green front. How dare I fight you? That's ridiculous! You take it out. If I dare not fight you, I'm your grandson! "

"Even grandson, I'm not married. I don't want to have many cheap grandsons for no reason. How about a bet? " Wang Yong had a sly look in his eyes and said.

"What object?"

"You win. I can do anything. If I win, you will give me the real copy of Li Jinglin's Wudang sword technique. Remember, it's the real one, not the crappy Street stuff that's going around. " Wang Yongdao.

This is Wang Yong's real purpose.

After recognizing his identity, Wang Yong deliberately angered him, in order to cajole him into gambling with Wang Yong.

The thirteen forms of Wudang swordsmanship refer to the thirteen basic forms of Wudang swordsmanship handed down by Li Jinglin. It includes pumping, carrying, lifting, checking, striking, stabbing, pointing, disintegrating, stirring, pressing, splitting, cutting and washing.

Of course, these are the basic moves that are widely spread. Although the true secret is also included in the sword power of the thirteen moves, it can not be understood by outsiders only by speculation.

As a disciple of Li Jinglin, the Taoist robe master must know the real Wudang thirteen styles.

Looking at Wang Yong, the Taoist priest said coldly, "you have a big appetite. You want my master's final sword power. The world's swordsmanship can't be practiced without these thirteen moves. The master's Kung Fu in his later years is almost all included in these thirteen moves, and its value is immeasurable. Since you say it's a bet, what kind of value can you offer? "

Wang Yong scratched his head. The Taoist robed man really asked him.

Wang Yong just wanted to take Wudang thirteen moves temporarily. What's the preparation for that?

"If you don't have one, you can gamble with one life. My Wudang sword score is worth your life, and you earn it. " Daopao great man cold way.

As a matter of fact, the Daopao great man either really wanted Wang Yong to resist or deliberately stimulated him.

Unexpectedly, Wang Yong suddenly clapped his hands, as if he really thought it was a good idea. He nodded and said, "yes! Let's start. "

"Are you sure?" The Taoist priest asked.

"Sure. Can you be quick? I'm as wordy as a girl. I'll give you a happy word if you bet or not! "

"You are the girl! Gambling is not my life anyway. Why not gamble? " The Taoist robed man said and pulled out the sword engraved with the word "Jian Xian".

Although this sword has a great reputation, it is also made according to the real sword. The actual combat is absolutely not low, and the metal forging technology was quite mature during the Republic of China. The sword will never be less sharp.

Sure enough, as soon as the blade came out of the scabbard, I felt the chill coming on my face, and the dazzling light came into my eyes.

With the sword in hand, the whole person's momentum also changed. Originally, he was just a rough and unsophisticated man, but now he has become Zhong Kui.

All the ruggedness has evolved into a sharp sword, radiating out wantonly, squeezing Wang Yong's living space.

In Wang Yong's eyes, the Taoist robed man seems to have become a swordsman who is as fast as wind and as aggressive as fire. Different from swordsman and swordsman, swordsman's mission is to kill his opponent and win.

"Draw your sword!" The Taoist priest opened his eyes and yelled at Wang Yong.

But Wang Yong did not move. He said, "don't worry about me. My sword will appear when it should appear. Don't bother."

"To die!" The Taoist robe man gave a low rebuke and moved fiercely.

It's just a simple move, but it's enough to see the depth of the great man's skill.

The sword goes with it, and carries it with the body. In the form of spirit, the form is in harmony with the meaning, the meaning is in harmony with the Qi, and the Qi is in harmony with the spirit. In an instant, they were integrated, and they could no longer tell which was the big man and which was the sword.

Brush brush, Daopao big man sword edge shaking, from static to dynamic, natural. It's as quiet as a civet, catching rats, and walking like a dragon out of the water. During the movement, it's divided into yin and Yang, hidden in the body and stepping on the nine palaces.

In the twinkling of an eye, Wang Yong was enveloped in a cold light.

"Don't draw your sword yet!" In the eyes of the Taoist robe man, the intention of killing gradually rose, and he asked again.