Chapter 422: The Bloody Martial Arts Conference

The soft sword is like a poisonous dragon, exuding thousands of sword shadows while swallowing invisible sword energy stained with [poison].

The broadsword is like a golden shield, releasing thousands of feet of golden light while also stained with golden light waves that hide the power of [healing].

The evil sword and the golden sword meet!

The sword energy and the light shield collide!

In the bamboo house, Wuyazi explained with a feather fan in his hand, "The spell of the shadowless sword is not so much the sword energy hiding the poison as the poison turning into the sword energy."

"This poison is brewed by the jealousy and resentment of the human heart."

"The spell of quick healing is not so much the result of compassion as the result of sudden enlightenment."

"Because of letting go of the painful life in the past, it can relieve the poison in the human heart and release the sharpness of the poisonous sword."

"But Zhan Mu's life is too perfect, and his healing spell is just the embodiment of his perfect life. I'm afraid--"

As soon as Wuyazi finished speaking, Zhan Mu's broadsword was knocked away, and he fell from the ring.

His wife, Li Li, leaped and jumped on the protruding part of the ring and caught her husband.

The smile on Xi Fuzi's face, which was originally smiling with white teeth, instantly faded, and he fell from the other side of the ring in a daze.

"Zhan Mu lost the competition, but won life."

Wuyazi was moved.

Li Lin, also known as Bajir, was also very emotional. The magic sword and the quick healing were both invented by Snape.

The former is the solution to the latter.

Wuyazi's comments not only commented on the nature of the spell, but also seemed to comment on the two stages of Snape's life.

The sharpness in his youth and the frustration in love.

The dead heart in middle age and the partial relief of his past life.

Maybe Snape's magic sword cut off George's ear not because of his shaking hands, but because the spell itself sensed his enemy (George took the polyjuice potion and looked like Harry).

The potion textbook where Shen Feng Wu Ying was born was marked with [towards the enemy] at the back - naturally James Potter.

The spell born from James Potter eventually found the ears of people with similar appearances.

Wuyazi is worthy of being the author of the "Mantra Sutra". He only knows three spells (referring to before writing), but he can easily grasp the information of each spell and even understand its essence.

Snape himself was probably very impressed after listening to Wuyazi's explanation.

Of course, it was only in his heart. If it was expressed externally, he would probably pull out his wand and connect an Avada.

The subsequent duels were not as exciting as those between Zhan Mu and Xi Fuzi.

After all, Zhan Mu and Xi Fuzi were people who had a wonderful fate with the creator of the spell, so they could exert the power of the spell to such an extent.

Most martial artists use martial arts to control the spell.

Even those from the Beggar Dynasty and the Buddha Kingdom are no exception.

And because Qiao Feng, a double-excellent graduate from the Shaolin and Beggars' Training School, was present.

The people of Qi Dynasty and Buddha Kingdom were not good at going too far, and most of them stopped at the right time.

It was called a duel, but the actual performance was more like a martial arts display.

There were almost no collisions between some dangerous spells.

Most of the martial artists in the audience also noticed this.

If it was an era when spells had not yet flourished, this kind of "you have one move and I have one move" show of moves would be enough to pay the price.

But now that everyone knows spells, killer moves, and martial arts are centered on spells, it's a bit boring.

So what if every move is dangerous and deadly? There are many doctors in the audience who can heal spells. It's obviously lazy and pretending to be good.

No matter how exquisite your martial arts moves are, can you resist my tearing into pieces and eating my Avatar?

You are a master swordsman, how can you deal with my disarming spell?

So when Feng Bo'e shouted, "What a woman's trick, get off the stage", many martial artists agreed.

There were also some who were silent, mostly because of the power of the Beggars' Dynasty and the Buddhist Kingdom, and because they themselves had cooperation and marriage relations with these two forces.

On the high platform.

Qiao Feng's eyebrows were stern. He was very happy to see the trend of using only martial arts in the competition.

He would be unhappy if something happened to either the Beggars' Sect or Shaolin.

Emperor Song glanced at Feng Boye quietly, and asked the attendant with his eyes whether it was their people. After receiving a negative answer, he almost laughed out loud.

Xuan Ci sighed. He was not merciful.

But once the spell was used, there would be damage.

There would also be people from Shaolin.

Some injuries caused by spells could not be cured by ordinary healing spells.

But the hidden mines buried by Emperor Song before were not in vain.

The expressions of the Beggars' Sect and Shaolin monks under the stage were eager to try.

Yan Jun Tangmu patted his bald head, "Finally. It's finally about to start!"

The Song Emperor's actions may not be seen by the martial artists in the Qi Dynasty or the Buddhist Kingdom.

But for the rebel forces (excluding Murong Fu, he couldn't see it either) and foreign forces, they knew it clearly.

They were just waiting for this scene to happen.

After the Qi Dynasty and the Buddhist Kingdom lost their manpower, they would start their own plan.

"I'll do it!" The one who jumped out of the crowd was an eight-bag disciple of the Beggar Gang.

The bags on the Beggar Gang members also represent their status. Nine bags means elders, which shows how high the status of this disciple is in the Beggar Gang.

"Let me do it." The monk on the Shaolin side is named Huijian.

In this generation, the seniority of the Shaolin monks is arranged according to [Xuanhui Xukong].

Abbot, the heads of each courtyard are mostly of the Kong generation, while the Hui generation is the backbone of Shaolin Temple.

Seeing these two people coming out, Emperor Song on the stage kept saying "harmony is the most important" and "Qiao Feng and Xuan Ci are both my loyal ministers", but he was very happy in his heart.

Huijian slashed with one arm, although he was bare-handed, he used the [Burning Wood Sword Technique].

After practicing this sword technique, when you chop a dry wood quickly for 9981 times, the blade cannot damage the wood at all, but the heat from the sword will ignite the wood and make a fire.

Xuanku should be the only one who has this skill in the entire Shaolin Temple.

But Huijian's basic spell happened to be the flame spell. When the [Burning Wood Sword Technique] activated by the flame spell was used, the heat of the sword energy made the ring under his feet have a crackling sound of burning.

The two monks responsible for maintaining the ring hurriedly approached and cast the water and fire invulnerability spell and the repair spell on the ring.

This eight-bag disciple is a direct disciple of Elder Wu of the Beggars' Sect. He is also good at using the inverted-tooth iron mace. The iron mace has many changes. In addition to striking, sweeping and stabbing, there is also a strange method of locking the enemy's weapon.

But facing the scorching knife energy in front of him, he is a little helpless.

His basic spell is the flying spell. When fighting against the enemy, he likes to use his iron mace to absorb the enemy's weapons and hidden weapons, and then use the iron mace to take down the unarmed enemy.

But now, the enemy is unarmed.

Using the flying spell to absorb the enemy's clothes and pull the person together may not be useful. The thousand-pound weight and light body lifting technique are the basic skills of martial arts.

Jianghu wanderers may not be able to do it, but the disciples of the martial arts sects are almost impossible.

So, the eight-bag disciple can only focus his internal force on the iron mace.

But the knife energy penetrates the iron mace and hits the eight-bag disciple heavily.

All this happened in a flash, and no one thought that the Eight Bags disciple would be defeated so quickly.

It was Qiao Feng who waved his hand in time and a dragon shadow came out to catch him, otherwise his life would be in danger.

Wuyazi waved his feather fan, "If this monk is good at using weapons - Zen sticks, prayer beads, this Beggar Gang disciple still has a chance to win. Or he can comprehend the method of reversing the Flying Curse."

"Reversal method?" Wang Yuyan was curious.

Wuyazi replied: "This can only be done if the power of the spell is fully comprehended in the heart. Even I can only reverse the power of the Super Memory Curse into the Forgetting Curse."

"If my Animagi Curse can be fully comprehended in the heart, its reversal method should be the Transformation Curse. From self-transformation to external. Or it can be the Ending Curse, the Restoration Curse, which is opposite to the Transformation Curse."

Unlike Wuyazi and other spectators.

The Beggar Gang members were filled with anger.

They thought that the Shaolin monks were deliberately targeting him because that disciple was the first to go on the field, so they sent someone who didn't use weapons to target him.

Fang Buping, the leader of the Dayong branch, pulled out his steel staff, waved his palm towards the ground, and flew onto the high platform with several leaps.

Before the Beggars' Sect was called the Beggars' Dynasty, there were only six branches, namely Daren, Dayi, Dali, Dazhi, Daxin, and Dayong.

It was only after the advent of the era of spells that there were branches with city names such as Suzhou.

Therefore, the leaders of these six original branches have the longest qualifications and practice more advanced martial arts.

Fang Buping was even taught the Six-style Dragon Subduing Palm, and with the additional martial arts learned from Elder Xi, a master of the Beggars' Sect, he was also ranked at the top among the leaders.

But in the eyes of the monks of Shaolin Temple, this was suspected of bullying the weak.

For a leader, the opponent should at least be a high monk of the Xuan generation.

Huijian thought the same, and he smiled disdainfully, "Why, you can't stand losing?"

"You——" Although Fang Buping attacked in anger, his moves were not disordered.

He handed out the steel staff and pointed it at Huijian.

This weapon was originally very heavy, but he lifted it as if it were light, and his moves were agile, just like a long sword.

There was also a faint red light at the tip of the staff.

Huijian did not dare to be careless, he knew what spell was hidden in it - the crushing spell, one of the three major breaking spells.

The spell that can turn the solid obstacles in front into powder has the power to split mountains and rocks.

If the flesh and blood body encounters it, it will be as described in the spell [smashed to pieces].

The monks in the audience could not help but ignite anger.

This is basically to kill Huijian.

He knows how to bully monks who can't defend against spells. If you have the ability, change to Huikong, he is not afraid of his protection spell.

Even Xujian can do it, his basic spell is the same as that of Master Turtle, which is also the Iron Armor Spell.

Qiao Feng noticed the movement in Shaolin Temple.

He knew the power of Fang Buping's Crushing Mantra, and could foresee that the monk named Huijian would only die.

Just as the red light became more obvious and the Crushing Mantra was about to shoot out the steel rod, he used his eyes to hint to Xuanci to admit defeat on his behalf, but Xuanci chanted the Buddha's name and turned a blind eye.

Duan Yu, who had already reunited with his father, was surrounded by a group of sisters, and faced his father and a group of concubines, did not care about his worries and chanted the Buddha's name, "Amitabha~"

The power of the disarming mantra in the Buddha's name spread throughout the Shaoshi Mountain.

The sound of the weapons falling to the ground was heard everywhere.

Fang Buping, who was targeted, also dropped the steel rod.

"It's just a duel, why hurt lives?"

The heroes looked in the direction where the voice came from, "Miaoyin Buddhist!" "It must be him!" "Only he can use the disarming spell to such an extent!".

Xiao Yuanshan breathed a sigh of relief, and was glad that he didn't arrange his men to be monks, otherwise if a bunch of hidden weapons were dropped, anyone who saw it would be suspicious.

Murong Fu, also known as ‘Xu Zhu’, quickly picked up the sharp sword that he had turned into a rosary.

In the carriage, Tang Mu, who had thrown the hidden weapon onto the carpet, had a gloomy face, “Mind your own business!”

The same was true for Fang Buping on the stage.

His fundamental spell was the Shattering Spell, one of the three major breaking spells.

The power of this spell was too strong. If he wanted to use it in his palm power and drive it with his own flesh and blood, his cultivation was far from enough.

He could only use the fine steel rod he carried with him to drive it.

And now, if he wanted to pick up the steel rod, Hui Jian’s [Burning Wood Sword Technique] would come flying at him.

With martial arts alone, even with the Dragon Subduing Palm Technique, he could not compete with the [Burning Wood Sword Qi] combined with the Fire Spell.

Just as he was hesitating, he suddenly heard a voice from the opposite side.

“The little monk lost.”

Hui Jian put aside his competitive spirit and used his lightness skills to leave the ring.

Fang Ping’s face turned green and red, and he picked up the steel rod and also left the ring.

Some members of the Beggars' Sect realized that the Shaolin monks were not hypocrites.

Some Shaolin monks also suddenly discovered that the Beggars' Sect guys were not so hateful.

So, the competition returned to the original rhythm.

The Emperor Song and those conspirators on the stage almost simultaneously stabbed Duan Yu in their hearts, hoping that he would die immediately and not be reborn after death.

'There is still a chance.' The Emperor Song glanced coldly in the direction of the Dali royal family, 'The desire to compete for strength and bravery can be extinguished, but what about hatred?'

It seemed that the seven-bag disciple of the Beggars' Sect on the stage heard the voice of the Emperor Song. He immediately untied the bag and threw out the poisonous substance that contained the power of his gut-pulling curse.

His method of shaking the sack and throwing out the poisonous substance had the power of the thirteen-style soft whip in the Dabie Mountains, and also had the sheath of the Hubei Ruan family's eighty-first three-section staff. It was the unique martial arts of Elder Chen of the Beggars' Sect, which was sinister and treacherous and hard to defend against.

The monk on the opposite side was covered with poisonous creatures such as scorpions, spiders, and venomous snakes.

Then blood spurted out. Although his body was not broken, his internal organs were gushing out.

This monk was dead.

The crowd in the audience: "This is too cruel!" "What kind of spell is this?" "Wait for me to look through the spell book.".

Wuyazi clenched his folding fan, "This is the intestinal removal spell, which can be used to clean the toxins and waste in the internal organs. But it can also be used to remove the internal organs from the body."

Tang Mu in the carriage waved his fist, "That's how it should be, haha, let's see how you can play house now that you're dead!"

The members of the Beggar Gang looked at the seven-bag disciple with surprised eyes.

The monks of Shaolin were so angry that they wanted the Beggar Gang to kill people and pay for their lives.

On the high platform, Qiao Feng had a look of disbelief on his face, and at the same time, he was full of anger.

Hearing the cracking sound from the jar behind him, Xuanci turned pale. He knew that someone might die in the competition, but he didn't expect it to be so tragic.

The Song Emperor looked reluctant, but he was extremely happy in his heart.

The same was true for 'Xu Zhu' not far away. He noticed the anger of the monks around him. Perhaps he didn't need to wait any longer. He could stop Qiao Feng now and give others a chance to kill the Song Emperor.