Volume 1: Wild Beasts, Changes Begin Chapter 24 Who says you have to use your hands to hurt someone?
Feng Qingyang flew across the street with a sword in hand, his momentum was like a rainbow, and Yang Pinting's left hand trembled the sword, and in an instant it had cut horizontally and vertically, and the sword blade changed five or six movements in succession, completely neutralizing the momentum of Feng Qingyang's sword.
When Feng Qingyang landed on the roof, he saw a white shadow move, like the afterglow of osmanthus, and quickly disappeared from his eyes.
But it was Yang Pinting who seemed to have wings growing out of her ribs. She drew an arc in the air, bypassed Feng Qingyang, and went straight to the second floor of the restaurant opposite.
On the second floor, in addition to Feng Qingyang and his friends, there were a large number of martial artists. However, after listening to their conversation and seeing the momentum of their fight, they knew to avoid them.
From the perspective of those lying on the street, at the same moment when the white shadow flashed into the restaurant from the west, seven or eight figures climbed over the railings and escaped from the east, south and north sides.
The scene was like a huge, withered flower of a different color, which was hit by wind and frost and suddenly opened on the second floor of the restaurant.
Apart from Yang Pinting, the only people left on the second floor of the restaurant were Mo Taichong, Yu Longzi and Robert Kuok.
Yu Longzi was leaning against the railing, bearing the brunt of the attack. However, he was not in a hurry, holding the long sword in his right hand horizontally, and the five fingers of his left hand were already calculating.
This is a superb sword technique of the Taishan School, named "Dai Zong How". When fighting, the opponent's body movements are regarded as different numbers, and the opponent's next movement and the flaws when the movements are connected are calculated by the method of calculation.
Because this set of sword techniques requires extremely high attainments in numerology, Yu Longzi is the only one in Taishan Sect today, or even in previous generations, who has mastered it.
Ever since he mastered this set of sword skills, except for the unique moves he used against Feng Qingyang, he always had a superior mentality towards other people's sword skills.
However, today, he used this sword technique to fight against Yang Pinting. Even though he calculated it well, he felt overwhelmed and out of breath because of the five sword collisions within a breath.
Yu Longzi's calculation was correct, but the speed and strength of his swordplay were inevitably affected during the fight with Yang Pinting, and he gradually fell into a situation where he was willing but unable to do anything.
Mo Taichong realized something was wrong and didn't care about the rules of fighting alone. He suddenly held a bunch of flowers from nowhere in his hands and handed them out, as if he wanted to give them to Yang Pinting.
Anyone who saw this strange behavior during the fight would be a little suspicious and their movements would slow down.
But the bouquet of flowers suddenly disappeared, leaving only a thin sword sticking out.
The contrast between the size of dozens of flowers and the dim, slender sword is so huge that ordinary people's vision may not even be able to capture the existence of the sword at the first time due to the abrupt gap.
But at this moment, Yang Pinting swung her free right hand and used a sword move as cold as a white moon breaking through the clouds, skillfully cutting the tip of the rapier.
A spark flew out, illuminating the fleeting look of surprise on Mo Taichong's face.
The thin sword bent, and suddenly the hilt left his hand and bounced into Mo Taichong's sleeve. He waved his green sleeves in both hands, and a cloud of smoke exploded on the spot, and his figure disappeared in the smoke.
When he appeared again, his clothes were all dark, and he was lying on a bench behind Yang Pinting. In a posture almost like lying down, he stabbed more than ten vital points on Yang Pinting's back with a rapier.
Who has ever heard of a martial art that can generate power while lying prone? But even though Mo Taichong was lying prone with his sword, the thin sword was as fast as a flash of lightning in the mist of Hengshan Mountain.
There was a hint of surprise on Yang Pinting's face, as if she had eyes behind her head. She swung the sword in her right hand and blocked the attack from behind with a hair's breadth.
She had heard a long time ago that the Five Mountains Sword Sect had been thriving in recent years, and had produced several new talents that were better than their predecessors had always dismissed them as nothing, but upon seeing them today, she realized that they were indeed extraordinary.
Yu Longzi's swordsmanship was as precise as calculation. He could defend perfectly and still find opportunities to counterattack.
Mo Taichong used strange moves one after another, combining magic tricks with the Hengshan School's Thirteen Forms of Clouds and Mists. Smoke rose up on the second floor, flowers bloomed and withered, green clothes and red cloth swirled around, and the attacks and defenses were even more thrilling.
Robert Kuok also recovered. He exerted his strength with both palms. His skin became as white as iron and he pressed down on Yang Pinting with his palm force through the air.
“The Yangtze River’s waves chase after the waves ahead, but the cliffs on earth are hard to climb. How many people have ever reached the top ?”
Yang Pinting was surrounded by three people and in the smoke-filled environment, but she was still at ease. She chanted a few words and changed the sword styles of both hands at the same time. The sword in her left hand was full of Taoist spirit, and the sword in her right hand was as clear as jade.
It was actually a combination of two swords. The sword techniques were varied and scattered, and as they rose and fell, they suddenly suppressed all three people.
In general two-handed sword techniques, the two swords are a whole, just like chopping vegetables with two kitchen knives, advancing and retreating as one, with a clear order, which is normal.
However, Yang Pinting's two-handed sword technique involves using each hand to perform a different sword move, just like using one hand to carve patterns on a radish while using the other hand to paint on rice paper. She is doing two things at once, and both are brilliant and colorful.
The difficulty of these two types of dual sword usage is incomparable, and their value performance is of course also very different.
It was as leisurely as playing the piano and the flute, sweeping the snow and brewing tea, and the two sword techniques playing chess under the pine trees, when combined together, were like a dragnet that gradually took shape. Mo Taichong had almost no time to perform his magic tricks.
The kerosene and blades in the soles of his shoes, the flowers and iron beads in his sleeves, the broken bowl in his bag, the nine-linked rings on his wrists, the pink cloth in his collar, whenever they were about to be used, they were cut open, swept away, and broken by the sword energy.
Yang Pinting's pair of sword blades were weaving closely in the smoke. The space in which Robert Kuok and Yu Longzi moved their hands and feet and operated became tighter and tighter. From time to time, blood flowers like winter plum blossoms bloomed on the bodies of the three people from the Five Mountains Sword Sect.
Suddenly, there was a clear whistle like a crane's cry.
Feng Qingyang spoke out a warning first to show that he was being fair and honest, then he walked into the restaurant again with his sword. The tip of the sword swept through the air, like a mark on the snow, and the smoke was directly cut through.
He watched for a moment before he struck with his sword. The blade of his sword was trembling as it meandered between Yang Pinting's two swords and cut towards her snow-white wrist.
Yang Pinting quickly retracted her sword net and pushed the hilt forward, knocking away Feng Qingyang's blade.
With Feng Qingyang joining in, the situation suddenly changed drastically. He stepped on the positions of the sixty-four hexagrams of the Book of Changes, and moved between Yu Longzi and the other three. He would not attack easily, but when he did, it would be with a sword that could break the opponent's moves.
Yang Pinting thought that her Jade Girl Pure Heart Sword Technique, combined with the left and right sword skills, was perfect. However, today, she was always found to have flaws by the Huashan Sect disciple using a natural and sudden sword move. She became a little impatient and used her sword more cautiously.
After all, Feng Qingyang was young, and his internal strength was still insufficient compared to Yang Pinting. As a result, every time at a critical moment, Yang Pinting relied on her deep internal strength to forcibly sweep away the sword.
The four of them fought endlessly, and it was difficult to tell who would win.
There are flashes of swords and shadows of sabers on the upper floors, and undercurrents surging under the bridge in the drizzle.
boom!
A column of water about four or five meters high exploded from under the bridge, and the water droplets hit the bridge, making crackling sounds.
The upper bodies of three figures rushed out of the water. Fang Yunhan punched the Black Dharma King in the left shoulder, knocking him like an overturned boat in the water, splashing through a large area of river water and crashing into the bluestone steps for washing clothes on the river bank.
At the same time, Murong Hongyu slapped Fang Yunhan on the back.
Although her palm hit him, a look of shock appeared on her face.
It was because Fang Yunhan opened his arms wide, and at this moment, he used his shoulder blades to squeeze together and tightly locked Murong Hongyu's right palm.
"Hey!"
The young man in black spat out blood and shouted angrily, and slapped the water surface with his palms using 100% of his strength. Amid the loud waves, the whole person flew up like a flag rocket.
His momentum was so fast that he was eight or nine meters above the water in an instant. His two shoulder blades locked Murong Hongyu's right palm. With such high speed, he lifted it up and actually tore Murong Hongyu's right arm off her shoulder while it was in the water.
"ah!!!"
With a scream, blood splattered into the sky.
