Chapter 150 The flying dragon enters the battle (4k)
Yuan Tianwang and Li Chunyang were walking on the road. The latter seemed to be worried, and he just frowned along the way.
Seeing this, Yuan Tianwang turned around and said, "Why, are you dissatisfied with my handling?"
"Master Yuan, if you and I, plus the dozen or so masters we have ambushed nearby, attack together, Nangong Baixing may not be able to withstand it."
"Hmph, naive!"
Yuan Tianwang rolled his eyes at him, "Do you think that old man only knows how to draw charms to catch ghosts? Even if he only knows how to draw some charms, he is definitely not as simple as you think."
Yuan Tianwang's hands clacked in his sleeves, and he suppressed his anger.
"Moreover, if you kill Nangong Baixing, not to mention the Taoist sects in Hong Kong Island, but also the Taoist priests in the entire south, do you think those people will let you and me go? You are talking about a loose sand, but look at it if you really move it. A hair from the Heavenly Master, what will they do?"
"He is the face of the entire Maoshan Daomen. Will those hidden in the dark let face be stained with a drop of blood or a grain of ashes?"
Li Chunyang nodded silently, Yuan Tianwang was right, every sentence hit the point.
He couldn't help but feel lucky now. If the gentleman's agreement between Qin Tianjian and Maoshan Sect was broken by the two of them, their lives would not be enough to compensate.
This world is already chaotic enough.
After a pause, he sighed again and glanced in the direction of the Kowloon boxing ring through the concrete jungle.
"I just hope he doesn't discover the secret."
"I see, these two people from Qintian Prison are too dishonest."
On the roof of the industrial building, Nangong Baixing's sleeves were bulging, his beard and hair were flying, his eyes were filled with golden light, and there seemed to be wind and thunder rolling when his palms moved.
Behind him, I don't know when, two more shadows appeared, both wearing black heavy armor, with no trace of skin from head to toe.
These two phantoms, one holding an umbrella and the other holding a sword, both stand upright, looking like generals and protectors.
Nangong Baixing took out another copper coin sword from his sleeve. The copper coins connected to this sword were of mixed colors, which could be called "colorful". It was obviously produced in different dynasties and had a huge historical span.
He bit his finger and smeared the blood on the copper coin sword, and the copper coins connected with red threads all glowed with golden light.
"The sky and the earth are infinite, the universe borrows the law, thunder!"
Nangong Baixing opened his hands, and the two shadows behind him also opened their hands like him.
While a handful of copper coins floated in his hand, behind Nangong Baixing, the long swords and umbrellas in the hands of the two phantoms also floated in their respective hands. There seemed to be some resonance between the three.
The copper coin sword flashed, and thunder patterns circulated and rose on the sword. The strands of plasma seemed to tear apart the space together.
Nangong Baixing glanced down at the lightning in his hand, then looked up at the Kowloon boxing ring with a determined expression.
All living beings in the world are afraid of thunder and lightning, especially those evil sycophants who practice evil methods.
No matter what kind of monsters and creatures they are, if they want to achieve enlightenment, they will definitely be struck by lightning. There is no one in a hundred who can survive the thunderstorm.
This is not only a punishment from God, but also an experience. Those who cannot withstand the thunder tribulation will have their bodies and bodies destroyed and disappear into thin air.
Those who have endured thunder tribulations can refine their muscles and bones and become immortals.
After Nangong Baixing learned the thunder method, he realized that he himself could not withstand the lightning strike, but as long as he ensured that the lightning hit someone else, that would be fine.
"Your Majesty, Supreme Thunder Star Lord! Your Majesty!"
Nangong Baixing shouted loudly, and the copper coin sword in his hand quickly flew out and shot straight into the sky.
After a few breaths, behind him, the two shadows quickly dissipated, and even the magic weapon in his hand disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared.
At this moment, wind and clouds surged in the sky, and a bright light broke through the layers of dark clouds.
In that light, the moon and stars were clearly visible.
At the same time, there are two people who look like god generals looming in the clouds. Their huge figures are projected on the clouds, like two mountain peaks.
One holds a sword and the other holds an umbrella.
Nangong Baixing's sleeves moved automatically without wind, and started to stir wildly, with stars shining in his eyes.
As he shouted again, a bolt of thunder and lightning streaked across the night sky among the clouds, almost from the left to the right of the horizon, with no beginning or end visible.
The thunder light illuminated the earth, and all the creatures were either afraid or looking up, their expressions filled with unspeakable awe.
The thunder and lightning moved from left to right, and when it turned back again, it had turned into a bright thunder dragon, with teeth and claws spread, passing through the steel shoal formed by high-rise buildings, cruising and flying.
Nangong Baixing's two fingers turned into sword techniques, and lightning overflowed from his fingertips. As he turned his hand into a sword, the lightning flew toward the Kowloon boxing ring under his guidance.
"No, still no..."
Liu Banxian anxiously looked at the album in his hand again and again. The traces of the dragon were still very plain, as if they did not exist on the paper at all.
"Don't the ancestors of my Liu family stop protecting me?"
He sighed and sat on the ground dejectedly.
Next to him, there was still the heavy five-element compass, but in the current situation where the feng shui clouds were blocked by evil spirits, it was of no use.
At this moment, the battle in the ring has become fierce. Yin Xiu and Uncle Ming have almost exhausted all their strength, and there is a possibility that they will be killed by Tiekou Li at any time.
"Is there no other way?"
Da Ming and Chuan Bao both sighed at the same time.
They also had a few more wounds on their bodies at this time. They were swept away by the strong wind caused by Tiekou Li's moves when they were trying to support Yin Xiu and the others.
A few of the longest marks almost hit vital points and killed them.
Wong Fei-hung of Tuen Mun looked here and there, feeling very dissatisfied with the atmosphere here.
With a snap, he hit his palm with a fist and said loudly: "Everyone, now is not the time to give up or surrender!
You see, the idols are still fighting the devil. We here just gave up on our own just watching, so what does that mean?Isn't this more shameful than running away without a fight? "
Several people were given a heads-up by such an "outsider", and their original low mood slowly recovered, but they still had no clue.
What can an injured Taoist priest, a feng shui master with no political power, and two bad guys who get beaten worse than beat others accomplish?
Now they couldn't even find a gun.
"Don't worry, as the old saying goes, you have faith!"
Huang Feihong of Tuen Mun held his chin and thought for a long time. At this moment, he looked like a strategist and a , he looked up at Liu Banxian and said, "There is a way, maybe you can try it."
"you say!"
Liu Banxian and Ah Fa raised their heads almost at the same time, their eyes shining, looking at Wong Fei Hung of Tuen Mun.
Although he knew that he was not a member of the Xuanmen, no matter who proposed the method at the moment, everyone was treating him like a dead horse and could only give it a try.
After clearing his throat, under the urging of the two people, Tuenmen Huang Feihong slowly spoke.
"This is not some martial arts method, technique or move. It doesn't even have anything to do with martial arts. It's something I read in a comic book."
"comics?"
Although it sounded outrageous, several people in Tuen Mun recognized Wong Fei Hung's knowledge and knowledge, so no one raised any objections and just continued to listen to him.
"That's a comic about gambling. It tells the story of a young man who relies on his special powers to play cards. Not only did he win in Hong Kong, but even people in America admired him and called him a god. No. Do you know if you have seen it?"
"I am a Taoist priest and I don't gamble." Afa shook his head.
"I only read swimsuit magazines..."
"Okay, I see."
Tuen Mun Wong Fei-hung nodded helplessly.
"It doesn't matter if you haven't heard of it. The main reason is that the protagonist in it has a trick that doesn't require any special functions. He can change it at will. No matter what the value of the card in his hand was before, it will turn into a spade as soon as he throws it on the table. three."
Liu Banxian was originally full of hope, but now he went crazy after hearing what he said.
"Dude, we're not playing baccarat now. What's the point of turning into a three of spades?"
"Don't worry!"
Tuen Mun Huang Feihong raised his hand to signal Liu Banxian to calm down. Then he took off the sunglasses on his face, and also took off Liu Banxian's sunglasses, and the two looked at each other.
"Brother, I don't mean to ask you to turn out the three of spades. I mean, as long as you believe, you can create miracles."
"Do I believe? I can create miracles?"
"That's right! You don't need any special powers or those skills that are available or missing. As long as you believe you can do it, then you can!"
Liu Banxian was still dubious, but when he saw the firm and confident look in the other person's eyes, he was faintly touched and began to believe him.
"Did you know? When martial artists compete, the technical body is only secondary. The most important thing is the mentality. If you don't believe you can win, then how can you dare to use the sword against your opponent?"
Tuen Mun Huang Feihong stretched out his hand and pinched Liu Banxian's shoulder gently, "There's nothing to lose anyway, why not give it a try?"
Somehow, there seemed to be a warm current in the hands of Huang Feihong in Tuen Mun, which caused Liu Banxian's body, which had become cold due to fear and nervousness, to slightly regain consciousness and temperature.
Although Afa didn't know what the two people were doing, one was crazy and said nonsense, and the other was so frightened that he still believed it, but there was really no other way at the moment.
If Liu Banxian couldn't use his Kanyu skills that could defeat Tiekou Li, no one would be able to walk out of the ring alive tonight.
Therefore, he also stepped forward and said softly: "Although I don't know what this man is talking about for a long time, but you try it, brothers are supporting you."
Da Sang and Chuan Bao also said, "Master, those moves of yours are still very strong. Even if you can't use them this time, we won't boo you."
Seeing everyone saying this, Liu Banxian's confidence was strengthened again, and he shouted: "Okay, since everyone has said this, then I will give it a try, and I will die!"
Liu Banxian held his breath and concentrated, gathered the scroll in his hand and turned it into a scroll again. Then he took several deep breaths and closed his eyes.
Everyone couldn't help but be like him. They were so nervous that they didn't dare to take a breath and just stared at him.
Liu Banxian tried his best to adjust his breathing, not to be affected by the surrounding situation. For a moment, he seemed to have forgotten where he was. He just watched the lifelike blue dragon in his mind with his eyes and nose, nose and heart.
I don't know how long it took, but after feeling that his spirit and strength had reached their peak, Liu Banxian shouted loudly.
"Dear viewers, "The Picture of the Crouching Dragon Conquering the Demon", please take part!"
With a clap of his hand, the scroll that had been rolled into a ball instantly opened and spread out in the air. Everyone nervously stared at the flying drawings, looking for traces of the blue dragon.
But they only saw a white screen, and there was still nothing on the scroll.
Just when Liu Banxian himself felt that he had to do it all over again, a bolt of lightning illuminated the Kowloon boxing ring, stabbing everyone so hard that they couldn't open their eyes.
Then there was a thunderous explosion, and everyone's bodies shook involuntarily, feeling like someone had hit them hard with a sledgehammer.
Liu Banxian shook a little, his vision blurred, and he saw a black dragon suddenly appearing on the blank scroll on the white paper.
"Come on, "The Picture of Crouching Dragon Conquering Demons"!"
Liu Banxian slapped the scroll on the ground. As soon as it was placed on the ground, everyone heard the sound of dragons roaring and tigers roaring in their ears, which almost shattered their eardrums.
In line with the thunder outside the window, two dragons, one black and one white, soared, swam, howled and collided with each other in the Kowloon boxing ring.
Then they flew through the ceiling and into the night sky.
Tiekou Li seemed to be frightened by the two flying dragons. He stopped moving for a moment and stared at the scene in silence.
Boom!
There was a loud noise, and all the evil clouds that had gathered on the Jiulong boxing ring were shaken away, as if there was some violent explosion.
With the Kowloon boxing ring as the center, the night sky is bright, like a very beautiful crystal wall, with stars and the moon shining and twinkling inside.
"It's raining……"
I don't know who blurted it out, and everyone realized that the originally fluttering snowflakes had been replaced by large raindrops, dripping on their shoulders and heads.
Yin Xiu was confused and looked up. Sure enough, the huge vault of the Kowloon boxing ring had been torn open by two flying dragons in the previous wave of impact.
At this moment, the wind and rain outside couldn't stop pouring in, and the hot summer night also made people feel cold to the bone.
Tiekou Li's clothes and hair were wet from the night rain, and he looked a little depressed, but at the same time he seemed to have regained some sense.
He looked at Liu Banxian, who had collapsed on the ground in the audience, exhausted, and sneered: "What a trick. I didn't expect that I lost to a little guy who read palms at the entrance of the temple and cheated people out of money in Feng Shui Kanyu." Role."
Liu Banxian felt angry when he heard what he said, but he didn't have the strength to refute.
He could only think secretly in his heart: "When did I become so powerful and able to control thunder? Could it be that the ancestors of the Liu family really showed up, but that is Taoism after all, and our family has never heard of it. What kind of heavenly master is there in our ancestors?"
While he was wondering, Yin Xiu and Uncle Ming had already rushed forward and fought with Tiekou Li again! (End of this chapter)