Volume 1: Wild Beasts, Changes Begin Chapter 16: This Road Turns (Part 2)
Wudang is world-famous for its Tai Chi swordsmanship and long-lasting internal strength. However, as a martial arts master that can be ranked alongside Shaolin in the world today, it is naturally impossible that Wudang has only two or three unique skills.
The Tiger Claw is an advanced martial art that is not well-known in the martial arts world. Few people know that Taoist Qingyun's best skill is this fierce and ferocious claw technique.
Facing the pounce from Taoist Qingyun, Fan Changan had no time to capture Zhao Dapeng, so he had to change his left hand's hold to a push, pushing Zhao Dapeng seven feet away. With a burst of hidden force, he paralyzed half of his body, making it difficult for him to recover for a while.
At this time, a gust of strong wind brought by the tiger claw hand had already rushed to his face . Fan Changan raised his hands to receive it, but Taoist Qingyun's hands suddenly shook, as if the tip of a green bamboo pole shook out a half circle, and moved from the face to the waist with incredible speed.
The reason why the Tiger Claw Hand has the words "annihilate the whole family" in it is said that it is because one of the moves was created by the second generation ancestor Yu Lianzhou, and it is too cruel, so the ancestor Sanfeng deliberately added these two words to warn the later generations that this move can easily kill people by grabbing the waist, taking out the kidneys, and should not be used carelessly.
Taoist Qingyun had never used this move on a living person before, but he once used it to make a big hole in the kidney area of a wooden man made of elm. The painted wooden man, which was as hard as stone, became like a pile of crispy pancakes under his five fingers, with broken pieces falling off.
Fan Changan didn't dare to use his body to withstand the grab. He snorted through his nose and raised his body. His whole body seemed to suddenly turn into a wisp of green smoke and a phantom. It twisted in the air and suddenly disappeared from Taoist Qingyun's sight, leaving him with nothing.
Taoist Qingyun was keeping his eyes on all directions, but with his peripheral vision he saw black shadows flashing backwards on both sides at the same time, and he could not tell whether the other party was moving left or right.
His martial arts skills have reached such a level that he is just like the ghost in folk legends.
Unable to distinguish left from right, Taoist Qingyun simply attacked backwards. He performed an iron bridge, bent his upper body backwards, and patted the scabbard that was sticking out from the left side of his waist with his left hand. He drew the sword with his right hand and swept it horizontally, without distinguishing left from right, covering the entire back in a fan-like arc of sword light.
With the length of his upper body plus his arm and sword, the entire fan-shaped area with a radius of six feet from where Taoist Qingyun stood was within the range that he could attack at will. The range that could be harmed increased several times wherever the sword wind blew.
No matter how fast Fan Chang'an moved, he could not match the time it took Taoist Qingyun to bend down and draw his sword. He would definitely not be able to escape from this area.
But who would have thought that as soon as Taoist Qingyun leaned back, Fan Changan's voice sounded again in front of him, as if the man had never changed his position.
"The Tiger Claw was once able to rival the Nine Yin Bone Claw, but can that shortcut claw technique compare to my refined and pure, authentic Taoist Nine Yin Crushing Divine Claw?"
When Taoist Qingyun heard the first word, he knew something was wrong. He bent his legs like a bow and shot out straight up, his whole body almost parallel to the ground.
But Fan Chang'an followed him like a shadow, never missing a step. A hand as white as jade stretched out from his sleeve, bent into a sharp claw, and struck Taoist Qingyun on the chest.
Taoist Qingyun lay on his back, swung his sword, and held his left hand in front of his chest to block, while his heels pounded the ground, trying to find a fulcrum on the ground.
Fan Chang'an also used both hands. His left hand met the long sword, and his right claw touched the left hand of Taoist Qingyun. The ten fingers were intertwined and twisted. Taoist Qingyun groaned, and all the five fingers were dislocated. At the same time, the long sword in his right hand was light, and the blade was directly broken by Fan Chang'an, leaving only the hilt in his hand.
With a huge force pressing down on his chest, although Taoist Qingyun's feet had touched the ground again, he still couldn't withstand it, and his back hit the loess road. He felt a fishy and sweet taste in his throat, and Fan Changan's body leaned forward. The white jade-like claws had pierced through the front of his Taoist robe, cutting his skin and flesh.
The dignified Taoist Qingyun, who had been famous in the martial arts world for decades, was defeated in just two moves and was about to have his heart pulled out. How horrifying is that?
In fact, this was also because Taoist Qingyun had never seen such a strange and strange light skill, and he was at a loss for what to do. If he had used sword and claws at the beginning, and fought steadily and cautiously, without easily choosing moves that would make his body lose balance, it would take at least dozens of moves to determine the winner.
Unfortunately, it’s too late to regret!
Taoist Qingyun closed his eyes, but felt the sharp claw that had pierced his heart was suddenly pulled away.
Blood spurted out, but the heart was saved. Taoist Qingyun suddenly opened his eyes, sealed the acupoints to stop the bleeding, turned over, a trace of pain flashed between his brows, and looked up. Twenty steps away, Fan Changan was like a projected black flag, cutting into the battlefield between Tie Bodhi and Zen Master Fakong.
Tie Bodhi was bleeding from his mouth and nose, and his cloak was cut with more than a dozen tears, with blood visible. It seemed as if the knuckles of his hands were cut by a sharp blade and the blood was flowing non-stop.
If Fan Changan had not suddenly appeared and intervened, the next wound would have cut Tie Bodhi's neck and taken the big head away from his neck.
In a flash, Fan Changan and Zen Master Fakong exchanged several moves. Then, with a muffled sound, the two figures suddenly separated.
Tie Bodhi tried to use his internal energy to move forward again, but Fan Changan blocked his way with his sleeve and signaled him to retreat.
"There are currently six generations of disciples in Shaolin: Yuan, Hui, Fa, Xiang, Zhuang, and Fang. The Yuan generation has only one centenarian monk, and the three Hui generations are all old and secluded monks. Master Fakong is of the same generation as the current Shaolin abbot, and is praised as the best Buddhist and martial arts master in Shaolin in the past forty years."
Fan Changan swung his sleeves and said, "Who could have thought that the so-called number one in Buddhism would actually have such a murderous nature?!"
The elegant leader of the cult, dressed in brocade robes, showed surprise for the first time on his face.
Master Fakong stroked the rosary on his right wrist with his left hand and said, "Buddhism is the law of the Buddha, but it is people who learn Buddhism. If you don't become a good person first, how can you talk about Buddha and Dharma?"
He untied the knot on the rosary on his right wrist, separated the beginning and the end, and the forty-eight beads fell to the ground in a straight line.
Zen Master Fakong closed his mouth and lowered his eyes, as if all his attention was focused on the string of rosary beads hanging from his palm.
Fan Changan clearly felt a strong gaze locking on him. His brows furrowed, and his fluttering robe and long hair slowly calmed down. His sleeves fell, and the hem of his robe gradually lowered, touching the dust on the road.
The leader of the Divine Religion had been talking freely since he showed up, and he seemed to particularly enjoy telling stories of the past during battles. However, when facing Zen Master Fakong, he naturally switched to a state of breathing as if he had not breathed, conserving his energy, and controlling his movements in moderation, making it almost impossible to detect the turning point.
It is true that his martial arts and speech have reached a level of perfect harmony.
But when he looked at the string of rosary beads hanging from the palm of Zen Master Fakong, his expression and the expression on his face and his hands under his sleeves gradually tensed up.
The forty-eight beads were tightly connected and could not be blown away by the wind. They were like a dark short stick, or a wound hanging under the palm of a Zen master.
A dark wound in mid-air.
In the distance, the fight between the leaders and disciples of the major sects and the followers of the Sun and Moon Sect seemed to be gradually fading away. Even the sound of the fight between the two injured people, Tie Bodhi and Taoist Qingyun, not far behind them, seemed unable to invade the area where Fan Changan and Zen Master Fakong were.
The aura they created together was like turning the space between them into a pure place of practice. Even the dust between them was suspended in the clouds under the moonlight, and each particle was clear .
Among the 72 Shaolin unique skills, there is a wood-burning sword technique. It is said that after mastering it, one can chop a dry wood 9981 times without damaging the wood at all. However, the heat generated by the sword can ignite the wood and make a fire, hence the name.
However, Zen Master Fakong's burning wood sword technique was different from that of his predecessors. When he was twenty years old, he had already mastered this sword technique to perfection. He abandoned the iron sword and used a wooden stick instead. When he was thirty years old, he practiced with a string of sandalwood beads in his hand. When he was forty years old, he forged forty-eight cold iron beads and strung them together with a thin rope made of gold and copper wire.
Once, a bandit broke into Shaolin to steal the Jade Buddha. On a moonlit night, he saw Zen Master Fakong practicing with the sword with the cold iron rosary. He was so obsessed and frightened that he suddenly repented and knelt outside the Shaolin Temple for three days before being ordained and entered the temple.
Since then, Fakong's fame spread beyond Shaolin.
However, there are always too many exaggerations in the legends of the martial arts world. Fan Changan only believes in his own information, the facts he learned he had seen in the past and the facts that were passed on from the spies of the sect.
So when he saw him today, Fan Changan was awakened by the shock.
I really underestimated this Zen Master Fakong before. He was famous all over the world at the age of forty, and now he is already sixty.
This skill, this momentum, and this murderous intent are far superior to Taoist Qingyun.
I'm afraid it's similar to the legendary Wudang leader who carried seven sharp swords and sat in seclusion for seven years without leaving the house.
After a brief confrontation that felt extremely long, but in reality was less than seven breaths.
The rosary knife that Zen Master Fakong was holding moved.
With a single swing, the wind blew, and the scorching blade energy cut through the moonlight dust.
Fan Chang'an shook his clothes and let out a long howl, the sound of which penetrated the entire forest. The howling of the evil wind from the ghost realm recorded in the Nine Yin Scriptures was like iron needles piercing the ears and crippling the five senses.
But mixed in with this cold and long howl were two words that couldn't be clearer.
"Do it."
