As the saying goes: "An inch is long and an inch is strong, and an inch is short and an inch is dangerous."
Lu Bing's Xiuchun knife was a bit shorter and lighter than Wei Zhentian's broad knife. It was really not suitable for head-to-head.
Lu Bing knew that at this time, he had to take the dangerous path that was one inch short and one inch short.
Thinking of this, Lu Bingdao, like a dragon, slammed into Wei Zhentian, trying to push Wei Zhentian close.
As a well-known master in the world, Wei Zhentian naturally understands the same reason.
One inch long and one inch strong, Wei Zhentian knew that his sword was long and heavier, so naturally it was more advantageous to compete with Lu Bing.
Therefore, Wei Zhentian kept the sword dance's dripping water tight, and forced Lu Bing five feet away from his body.
Both of them are good at using knives.
The people present only felt that the courtyard was no more than three feet in radius, like lightning and thunder, Lu Bing and Wei Zhentian instantly fought for more than a dozen rounds.
The two of you come and I go, vying for each other, they are evenly matched, each doing their best.
At this moment, the Flower Wild Boar standing beside him couldn't hold back anymore, he ignored the bleeding gums, and leaped on with a nine-ring sword.
The wild boars fight to the death, plus the tricks are all taught by Wei Zhentian, and they have a tacit understanding with Wei Zhentian. When the two cooperated, Lu Bing's pressure immediately increased.
Lu Bing also went through a bloody storm. Facing the joint attack of Huayezhu and Wei Zhentian, although he found it tricky, he was calm.
The three of them fought together, and Lu Bing did his best, but after more than a dozen rounds, he was finally unable to support himself with one punch and four hands, and he gradually fell into a disadvantage.
"Go hard! He can't do it anymore!" Wei Zhentian yelled.
When the wild boar heard it, he opened his blood pot and barked, using the strength of suckling, he made a single blow.
Huayebo's nine-ring thick-backed broadsword and Wei Zhentian's machete are both heavy weapons, while Lu Bing's Xiuchun knife is only three feet, and it has been chopped like a saw tooth in the process of knocking the weapon.
At this time, the wild boar yelled again and slashed with a sharp knife. Lu Bing raised his sword to resist. Never thought that the wild boar was slicing against the embroidered spring knife in Lu Bing's hand. A relatively large gap, Lu Bing's embroidered spring knife." With a bang, it broke into two pieces!
"Okay!" Wei Zhentian was overjoyed, holding a knife in both hands, and swept towards Lu Bing.
Lu Bing was also shocked by the broken sword. He just twisted around and avoided the nine-ring sword that the flowering wild boar continued to fall. But with Wei Zhentian's sword, he couldn't dodge it anyway...
At this critical juncture, a "stop" came!
Immediately afterwards, Wei Zhentian only felt the strong wind on the right side!
Wei Zhentian is worthy of being one of the top masters in the world.
A fist hit Wei Zhentian's side of the knife.
Just listen to the blade as if hit by a big mallet, buzzing!
Wei Zhentian snorted and took a step back.
Only then can I see that it turned out to be a thick middle-aged monk in gray robe, lunging and punching, hitting his knife!
The middle-aged gray-robed monk had fists like a bowl, with violent veins and thick joints. At first glance, he was a practitioner of foreign kung fu, and he was able to beat his body seriously, and his strength was good.
When the monk saw Wei Zhentian retreat, he stood up, folded his hands together, and said, "Amitabha."
Lu Bing hurriedly replied: "Thank you for your help, Master!"
"Humph!" Wei Zhentian snorted, and said in the urn: "Monk, I am impatient to live! Dare to take action against Lao Tzu!"
The monk was outstanding, but he had an honest face, folded his hands, bowed his head and said nothing, and stood sideways.
Lu Bing saw the guard monk who ran to the backyard just now. He was supporting Master Xiude of the Qingliang Temple, and he followed the steps. It was Master Xiude that was just called "Stop".
When Lu Bingchu came, he met Master Xiude with the recommendation of Huang Duxian.
Master Xiude is now over sixty years old and is one of Huang Duxian's friends in his early years.
Although the age of Master Xiude is not much different from Huang Duxian, from the face of it, he is much older than Huang Duxian. This is because Master Xiude’s early fame stunts were foreign skills, fighting the body, and hurting the body. After getting old, aging faster, if it hadn't been for the past ten years of meditation to the Buddha and conditioning the body, I am afraid it would have passed away.
Now Master Xiude has wrinkles on his face, and he no longer sees his former majesty.
Huang Duxian and Master Xiu De have not seen each other for many years. They sent Lu Bing here on that day. I was so embarrassed when I met an old friend. This is also Master Xiu De, who only teaches some martial arts for the monks in the monastery, and refuses to recruit disciples s reason.
Lu Bing had also seen the grey-robed monk. He was called Jie An, and he was always by the side of the Great God Xiu De, but he was very quiet. Although Lu Bing saw that he had practiced martial arts, he did not expect to be so extraordinary.
Jie An is the only closed disciple of Master Xiu De, aiming to pass on this skill.
Even if he is the only disciple, Master Xiu De dare not let Jie Hai copy his own practice method when he was young. Instead, he has practiced this practice after the insights of these years of Buddhist practice and the experience of immersing himself in this practice for a lifetime. Some amendments allow this practice to be practiced both internally and externally, and will not hurt the body so much.
However, this also caused that although Jihai was also a first-rate master, it could not be compared with Lu Bing and Wei Zhentian.
The punch just now, if it is not a good time, I am afraid it will be difficult to achieve its merits.
When Huang Duxian left, he once said to Lu Bing with emotion that the skill of Ji Ya is not as good as the third level of Master Ji Ya when he was young.
Lu Bing originally thought that when Huang Duxian said this, he meant that there was no master in Qingliang Temple.
At this time, when I saw Jihai's shot, I realized that I was wrong, and at the same time, I was at a loss. When he was young, in martial arts, this master Xiu De was how to stand up!
Master Xiude approached, and eleven salutes to Lu Bing, saying: "Amitabha, Master Lu is fine, right?"
"Thank you, Master, if I were not a master, I am afraid I would have lost my life in Huangquan." Lu Bing hurriedly thanked him.
At this time, Huayezhu pointed at Xiude and barked vaguely.
Wei Zhentian understood, and opened his mouth: "Old monk! You are the one who bullied my brother!"
"Amitabha Buddha." Master Xiude whispered softly: "Zhu benefactors used to be ruthless and harassed the monks in my temple, so Lao Na only punishes and punishes the monks in my temple. How can this be called bullying?"
Wei Zhentian sneered and said, "Say more unintentional. If you don't come out, I won't bother looking for you. Since you want to get ahead, then I have to ask for an explanation for my brother."
"Huh." Lu Bing also sneered: "Want to explain? Then I will first ask for an explanation for my brother!"
"You are defeated, you can't escape today." Wei Zhentian arrogantly said: "Old monk, if you are nosy today, I will take Lu Bing's head and leave. We will talk about the affairs between us later. If you are stronger, I'll kill you Qingliang Temple chickens and dogs not to stay."