"Who do you think will win if they can drink a thousand cups without getting drunk?" Ming Suxin and Zhou Yi stood together in the ancient tomb, looking through the window and watching from afar this shocking duel at the door of the tomb!
Zhou Yi: “Ah! This…” Zhou Yi didn’t expect Ming Suxin to ask him, and he couldn’t give a clear answer for a while.
But before Zhou Yi could speak, Ming Suxin continued, "From what the Purple-Robed Marquis just said, it is clear that this man has extremely profound internal strength. I think he is quite capable, but his opponent is a Crescent Moon Scimitar! I think Night Demon still has a better chance of winning!"
At this moment, the two people who had been confronting each other for a long time finally moved!
Zi Yi Hou slowly took out a pair of gold-thread gloves from his arms and put them on his hands, smiling and saying: "Xiao Lou Yi Ye Ting Chun Yu is a divine weapon, I dare not take it with my hands!"
The Night Demon nodded and stretched out his hand in a gesture of invitation.
The Purple-Robed Marquis smiled without saying anything, and approached the Night Demon with his toes pointed. His movements were brisk and graceful, which was quite amazing. The Night Demon drew his scimitar, and it instantly turned into three crescent blade lights, which were much more powerful than when he defeated Ouyang Feng just now.
The Purple-Robed Marquis was not in a hurry. He turned his body and twisted rapidly in the air like a loach. He dodged two sword lights in succession. With the last Shaolin Fist, he blasted out and dispersed the last sword light. Not only did he resolve the crisis in an instant, but he also approached the side of the Night Demon.
The Night Demon simply glanced at the Purple Robe Marquis indifferently, with no expression on his face, and slashed at him with his sword again.
Facing the cold sword light, Marquis Zi Yi still had a relaxed smile on his face. He used his left hand to perform the Wudang soft palm, which just happened to knock off the scimitar of the Night Demon. He turned around and changed his right hand into a claw, and a blood-condensing claw hit the Night Demon in the face.
Just like that, the two figures flashed, fists and swords clashed, and in just a few moments they had broken up dozens of moves. The Night Demon naturally used his world-famous Crescent Moon Scimitar to fight from beginning to end. Not only was the sword light sharp, but the angles and techniques were also extremely tricky and strange, making it difficult to understand.
On the other hand, the Purple-Robed Marquis was just the opposite. From the time they fought until now, he had mastered no less than dozens of martial arts, including fists, palms, claws, fingers, wrestling... They were all unpredictable in his hands. Every time he was suppressed by the Night Devil's scimitar, he could always use just the right amount of kung fu to turn the tables and attack the Night Devil back.
"Shaolin Fist, Wudang Mian Zhang, Mandarin Duck Continuous Kick, One Finger Zen, Tongbi Fist, Taizu Changquan, Huashan Ten Section Brocade, Emei Golden Summit Mian Zhang... Oh my God! How many kinds of martial arts does he know?" Zhou Yi kept counting the martial arts used by the Purple Robe Marquis and exclaimed in surprise.
"I underestimated this Purple-Robed Marquis. I never thought there would be such a person in the martial arts world." Ming Suxin frowned and said seriously, "He wants to rely on his inner strength to drag Night Demon to death!"
"What?" Zhou Yi said in confusion, "Do you think these messed up martial arts can really defeat the Night Demon's Crescent Moon Scimitar?"
"No matter how clever a move is, there are always flaws and solutions. And no matter how the Night Demon's sword changes, this Purple-Robed Marquis can always find a move to break his sword technique. His erudition is truly terrifying!"
Ming Suxin paused for a moment, looked at Purple-Robed Marquis's moves more carefully, and said, "That's right, Purple-Robed Marquis's moves are not exquisite, nor are they incredibly fast, nor are they so strong that you can't block them. His moves have actually completely broken the continuity of the existing moves and created his own style! He does it effortlessly and naturally."
"You said he has created his own martial arts?" Zhou Yi asked.
"It may not be that level, but it's the same principle. Once you are familiar with the moves, and then transform them into your own style, you can make the changes in the moves as smooth as flowing water, and impeccable. Guo Nuan also said something similar!"
Zhou Yi was inspired when he heard this. He silently recalled the Wudang martial arts he had learned in his mind, and suddenly he had some understanding.
"Look, the Night Demon's internal energy is running out, it's time to decide the winner!"
After hearing Ming Suxin's words, Zhou Yi quickly turned his attention back to the duel between Marquis Zi Yi and Night Demon.
The Night Demon moved first, and he took the initiative with the crescent-shaped scimitar in his hand. With a perfect arc, a strange angle, and lightning speed, he rushed directly towards the Purple-Robed Marquis. He had already gambled all his internal strength to achieve the desired result in one strike!
At this moment, the smile on Marquis Zi Yi's face suddenly disappeared. He kept retreating, but human movement could not be faster than the unparalleled magic sword. When he had no way to retreat, Marquis Zi Yi finally fought back. His fists and palms flew, and countless fist shadows danced in the sky like a hundred flowers blooming, interweaving to block the Night Demon's earth-shattering sword.
The disordered flowers could not block the cold light of the sword. The unparalleled sword force was approaching Marquis Zi Yi little by little. It seemed that death was at hand. Suddenly, an incomparably domineering purple energy emanated violently from Marquis Zi Yi's body!
With Purple-Robed Marquis as the center, a surging and fluctuating purple energy was generated, just like the space constantly expanding outward, and in an instant, layers of energy nets were spread outside the enemy Purple-Robed Marquis' body.
Marquis Zi Yi raised his head, looked at the Night Demon who was running towards him, and shouted, "I have just learned the Purple Qi Tianluo, and I hope Brother Night Demon, the world's number one sword, will teach me!"
Bang!!!
The noise fades away, the smoke clears!
The two figures switched positions, the Night Demon was holding the knife, standing intact, while the Purple-Robed Marquis had a faint knife scar on his handsome face like the rising sun!
Marquis Zi Yi was defeated
Just when everyone was puzzled, Ye Mo slowly put away his knife and walked alone towards the foot of Zhongnan Mountain. After a long while, he said from a distance: "I... lost!"
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The Night Demon was defeated, and the seriously injured Purple Marquis also left quickly. It seemed that this sunny boy didn't care about Ming Suxin, the most beautiful woman in the world. The other second-rate players, after seeing the shocking duel just now, knew that they had no chance of entering the ancient tomb, and soon they all dispersed. Zhou Yi also left the ancient tomb soon after.
Zhou Yi walked along the mountain road of Mount Zhongnan for a long time without seeing anyone. The huge Mount Zhongnan seemed like a desolate wilderness.
This scene made Zhou Yi a little strange. Zhongnan Mountain was the territory of Quanzhen Sect. Logically, there should be many Quanzhen disciples here to level up. Why was it so deserted? But then he thought, he was really a dog catching a rat. With his reputation as a "scum of the world", it was better to have few people around.
After turning around two hills, there was a sudden flash of white light in front of his eyes, and he felt a pain in his shoulder. He was hit by a dart and Zhou Yi sat on the ground involuntarily, unable to muster any strength in his body.
"Who? Who attacked me?"
Zhou Yi turned his head and found two Quanzhen disciples rushing towards him. The two ignored Zhou Yi and swung their swords to attack him aggressively.
Upon hearing this, Zhou Yi gave a helpless smile: this day would come sooner or later for a "scum of the martial arts world" like him. He then stood up, glanced around, and hurriedly used the Tiyunzong technique to prepare to escape. Unexpectedly, as soon as Zhou Yi stood up, two sword lights attacked him.
Zhou Yi had been working behind closed doors in Wudang before, and although he had some quick wits, he was somewhat unfamiliar with the fighting skills when it came to battle. In recent days, he learned a lot of experience in fighting with others in "Jianghu" from Guo Nuan, and he also watched the battle between Ye Mo and Zi Yi Hou in the ancient tomb. He had made great progress. At this moment, seeing the Quanzhen swordsmanship of the two Quanzhen disciples coming at him aggressively, he was not in a hurry and took action to deal with them.
Quanzhen was founded by Wang Chongyang, who was a hero in his early years in fighting against the Jin Dynasty. After his defeat, he became a monk and founded Quanzhen in Mount Zhongnan. He enjoyed the reputation of "the authentic martial arts in the world" in the martial arts world. During the "Huashan Sword Contest", he defeated the four masters and won the title of "the best master in the world" and the highest martial arts treasure of Taoism, "Nine Yin Manual".
The Quanzhen Sect's martial arts follow the path of using force to overwhelm the opponent, using the pure Taoist inner strength to drive the palm and sword techniques, which once displayed are as unstoppable as the surging river.
Zhou Yi recalled what Guo Nuan had said before, and took another look. He saw that the two of them were using the "Goose-like Oblique Strike" style from the Quanzhen sword technique, attacking from the left and right, with very tricky angles!
Zhou Yi did not dodge or retreat, but went forward to meet the sword. With a clear sword sound like the roar of a dragon in the sky, the Third Young Master's sword was unsheathed, and the sword light was mighty and indestructible! Zhou Yi grabbed the magic weapon and went forward to meet the attack of the two men, and fought hard against the enemy!
When the swords collided, two crisp sounds were heard. How could the ordinary swords in the hands of the two Quanzhen disciples be a match for the magic weapon like the Third Young Master's sword? Moreover, their internal strength was not as good as Zhou Yi's, so the two swords broke into two pieces immediately, and the winner was decided immediately.
Seeing that they had no one to rely on, the two turned around and ran without hesitation. Zhou Yi looked at them from a distance, hesitated again and again, but still couldn't bring himself to kill them. Finally, he sighed and sheathed the sword of the Third Young Master. (To be continued)