Chapter 135: Fight

Guo Jing's palm strike was like a flying mountain, it was the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, a unique martial arts skill.

Feng Yi's moves suddenly changed from grabbing to fingers, and flicked towards the Laogong acupoint on the palm of his hand, which was the magical power of flicking fingers.

Guo Jing was slightly shocked: "I haven't seen him for a few months, and he has mastered the finger-snapping magic to this level."

The Dragon Subduing Palm and the Finger Magical Skill were originally both good at their own battles and were equally famous in the world. There was no distinction between the superior and the inferior, but the more powerful the palm was, the better. However, the finger method was more advantageous in terms of agility and change, and going straight to the vital points. This was the natural law.

Guo Jing circled his right arm and chopped out with his left palm. Feng Yi moved his fingers slightly and hit the vital point on Guo Jing's wrist.

Guo Jing always managed to turn his palm to the right position and make the appropriate attack, as if he had anticipated the enemy's moves. However, Feng Yi's fingers trembled and pointed directly at the place where Guo Jing's palm was coming.

The two men attacked as fast as lightning, changing several moves in an instant, without their palms or fingers making contact, and the onlookers could not feel any strong wind.

To the layman, the two men's palms and fingers moved back and forth, just like a game of drinking and guessing. However, experts knew that the two men were very close at this moment, and their techniques were all extremely sophisticated.

However, all the strength of both men was concentrated in their fingers and palms, without leaking out even a little bit. But if their attacks landed on the body, it would either result in death or injury. It was truly a fight rarely seen in the martial arts world.

Feng Yi and Guo Jing had been frank with each other last time, telling each other everything they had learned, so they knew each other's methods clearly, and now in the confrontation, they all saw insight into the initiative and actual combat performance.

Feng Yi moved as fast as the wind and used the "Shadowless Divine Fist", which was as fast as a meteor and hard to predict. However, he did not expect that when he was fighting with Master Jinlun, Guo Jing was watching and had studied this style of boxing in depth afterwards.

Guo Jing practiced the Quanzhen Sect's superior internal skills, and also practiced the Nine Yin Magic Art for twenty years. His internal strength was truly unrivaled in the world, and after repeated study, he understood most of the mysteries of boxing.

At this moment, he saw Feng Yi using this boxing style, and thought to himself: "He is determined to fight against the Mongols, but the territory of Mongolia and the Song Dynasty is already intertwined. If he creates a plague as he wants, it will surely cause great suffering to the people. How can millions of people live in peace?"

Even though he was afraid of being blamed by him later, he showed no mercy in his attack, and his internal force surged like thunder and lightning.

The "Shadowless Divine Fist" is known for its swiftness and elegance, but when it comes to the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, Feng Yi feels restrained everywhere, his strength is sluggish and every time he wants to exert force, he feels that the force is like a mountain, and his own strength is blocked and cannot move forward, making it difficult to go deeper.

Guo Jing shouted, "Be careful." He struck out with his left palm. Feng Yi did not dare to take it head-on, so he used his wrist to bypass the palm and wrap around his wrist, twisting like a snake. Guo Jing retracted his left palm and struck out with his right palm.

Feng Yi had a strange smile on his face, and his arms transformed into six arms, as fast as flying lights. This scene was extremely strange. But the strength was lingering, so that Guo Jing could not let go and perform it. It was the martial arts from the Blood Sword Sutra.

Although the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms is known for its strength and power, Guo Jing has been practicing the "Nine Yin Scriptures" diligently for the past twenty years. The power of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms is sometimes strong and sometimes weak, sometimes swallowed and sometimes exhaled, creating the wonderful effect of producing the most soft from the most hard. Although it is a magnificent move, its power is also strange. Feng Yi knows the moves, but cannot figure out the direction of his power.

More than 2,000 people inside and outside the hall were all staring at the two men fighting. The two men, one clever and the other clumsy, formed a sharp contrast. Those with weaker martial arts were of course stunned and speechless, but even first-class masters such as Hong Qigong, Huang Rong, Li Mochou, Zhu Ziliu, etc. were all fascinated and impressed.

The two men exchanged more than a hundred moves, and still fought evenly, with no clear winner.

Guo Fu was naturally fond of martial arts. Seeing Feng Yi's awkward and ugly appearance, she wondered, "Mom, what martial arts did Feng Yi use? Why couldn't Dad's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms defeat him?"

Huang Rong stared at the fighting arena without answering. She knew that Feng Yi was extremely skilled in martial arts and was afraid that Guo Jing would lose in public and be embarrassed, so he resorted to force as a last resort. Yet her silly daughter still wanted to ask about this.

Seeing her mother not saying anything and seeing Hong Qigong looking very happy and drinking non-stop, Guo Fu immediately asked, "Eunuch, what kind of martial arts does Feng Yi use? Why don't I recognize it?"

Hong Qigong laughed and said, "Feng the boy uses the teachings of the Tantric school. How can you recognize it when you stay on Peach Blossom Island every day?"

Guo Fu asked, "Then, eunuch, who do you think has a better chance of winning?"

Hong Qigong naturally knew that the two were equally matched, but he was a bystander and could see things more clearly. If he wanted to give some advice to one side, that side would naturally have a much better chance of winning. But he also knew that the two were not fighting to the death, but just had different philosophies, so he could only drink a lot.

"Strange!" Huang Rong said, "Master, how come Feng Yi's martial arts are quite similar to West Poison's martial arts?"

"Well, that's not surprising!" Hong Qigong put down his wine bowl and said, "If my eyes are not blurry, Feng's martial arts come from Tantric Buddhism, and Tantric martial arts come from Indian yoga. The old poisonous creature has dominated the Western Regions for many years. Although his martial arts of twisting Ruyi are like snakes, they are similar to Indian yoga."

Huang Rong suddenly realized.

When Guo Fu heard that this was a Western Tantric martial art, she stared at Feng Yi, thinking it was very interesting and wanted to memorize his moves.

But she didn't know that the Blood Knife Scripture was a strange martial art, with strange moves and funny appearances, which were meant to confuse people. She only learned two moves, and her mind became confused, and she walked towards the center of the hall step by step.

Huang Rong was shocked and reached out to grab her. At this time, Guo Fu was already in control of her mind and tried hard to shake her mother off.

Huang Rong grabbed her wrist and pulled her back, turning her face away so that she could not see the fight between the two.

Guo Fu struggled for a few times, but her pulse was held and she could not move. Her head became dizzy and she fell asleep in her mother's arms.

The two exchanged more than a hundred moves. Feng Yi clenched his palm like a knife and chopped towards Guo Jing's throat. Guo Jing immediately raised his arm to block it, but he did not expect that the Blood Knife Sutra's martial arts of "hit left and look right" and "upside down" were the basics, and he could not judge by common sense. Feng Yi turned around, and his right hand was like a snake shadow, grabbing Guo Jing's wrist.

There were already very few people in the world who could dodge this grab, and Feng Yi took advantage of Guo Jing's palm strike to miss. The opponent's wrist was suddenly held tightly.

Huang Rong was shocked. Feng Yi just pulled on Guo Jing's wrist, but before he could release the strength, he felt his hand slip. Guo Jing's wrist slipped out like a greasy fish.

After Feng Yi's magical power was perfected, nothing he got had ever escaped him. He was slightly startled. Guo Jing changed his moves incredibly quickly. With a flip of his wrist, his right palm had already escaped from his grip, and he slapped out, hitting Feng Yi's shoulder directly.

This is exactly the "Seeing the Dragon in the Field" in the Dragon Subduing Palm, which is a brilliant move of taking advantage of the situation to counterattack. This flip and spit combines offense with defense and is extremely powerful.

Feng Yi only felt a huge force coming from nowhere, as powerful as a raging wave. He couldn't turn his right hand around in time, so his left hand was placed across his chest.

The two palms met with a thud, and there was a loud bang like thunder. The room was filled with strong winds, and a tremendous force surged in all directions. The onlookers felt a strong wind blowing into their faces, mouths and noses. They could not make a sound, and could not even stand steadily.

Feng Yi took three steps back, then stood still, his face flushed, his chest tight and his heart racing. He was shocked and regretful: "Guo Jing actually knows how to play tricks! If things go wrong today, I'll be humiliated!"

He realized that Guo Jing had been preparing for this move for a long time, so he grabbed his wrist. He had expected that when the real intention would be revealed, he attacked with precise timing and fierce palm power. Feng Yi hastily raised his defense and his palm power was not as strong as the opponent's.

Hong Qigong laughed and said, "Good fellow, you dare to take this move?"

When masters compete, if both have reached the level of perfection in martial arts, it is often difficult to tell who is better even after fighting for days. The only chance of winning lies in the slightest mistake made by both sides. Feng Yi made a wrong move, and Guo Jing took the opportunity to counterattack. Naturally, he suffered a loss as Feng Yi took the opportunity to counterattack.

Feng Yi laughed and said, "If I don't take this palm strike, I will regret it for the rest of my life!"

Hong Qigong laughed: "For what you said, this old beggar will toast you a bowl of wine!" As he said that, he pushed out his palm, and a large bowl full of fine wine flew towards Feng Yi.

Feng Yi smiled and said, "Then I'll be honored to refuse it!" He stretched out his hand to take it, drank it all in one gulp, and then dropped the bowl with a bang.

Guo Futon was awakened, confused, and saw Feng Yi and his father standing still, so he asked, "Who won?"

Wu Xiuwen quickly responded: "Master wins."

Guo Fu shouted, "Feng Yi, you still don't admit defeat?"

"Fuer!" Guo Jing exhaled and spoke.

Guo Fu shuddered in response, and suddenly heard Guo Jing sigh and say, "Brother Feng, let's stop!"

He knew very well that although he had the upper hand in that move just now, he could not be said to have won.

Feng Yi was silent for a moment, then sighed, "The Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms is indeed an unbeatable martial art. I cannot defeat you in a fistfight with you!"

He reached into his waist and took out a piece of white paper. He shook it in the wind, and a humming sound was heard. Everyone looked carefully and found that the piece of paper was actually a Burmese sword with a clear blade.

Everyone immediately understood his intention.

Guo Jing is the world's leading martial arts master. His boxing and kicking skills had reached the pinnacle twenty years ago. He has been practicing hard over the years and his kung fu has become more and more refined. Feng Yi is young after all, and no matter how many adventures he has, it is impossible for him to win with his boxing and kicking.

Comparing internal strength is too dangerous! If you are not careful, both sides will suffer losses! If you want to win, you can only use weapons. Of course, this also indirectly shows that weapons are Feng Yi's best means.

Feng Yi shook his Burmese sword and said in a stern voice: "Master Guo, if we fight with fists and feet, maybe thousands of moves won't determine the winner. Please show us your weapon!"

Guo Jing saw that he looked very serious, which was different from his usual expression. He pursed his lips and kept silent for a while, then said, "I am not good at using weapons, so I will use my bare hands to learn your sword skills."

When masters compete, there is not much difference between those with weapons in hand and those with none. What matters is only one's proficiency. Feng Yi said, "Okay!" Before he finished speaking, a ray of sword light appeared across the sky.

Guo Jing suddenly lowered his horse stance, circled his right palm, and struck out with his left palm.

Feng Yi's sword seemed to be made of white jade. With a "chi" sound, it was as powerful as a crossbow arrow that was fully charged. It directly pierced through Guo Jing's invisible palm power and fell towards his throat.

Guo Jing took advantage of the situation and thrust his right hand forward, as fast as lightning, hitting the blade right in the middle. With a "clang" sound, his finger and blade intersected, and a buzzing sound went straight into his ears. His left palm was as fast as lightning and struck Feng Yi in the chest.

Before the palm force arrived, a strong wind made Feng Yi feel suffocated.

Feng Yi swung his sword in a flower pattern, and in a flash, he cut off the palm force into nothingness, then raised his sword and attacked again.

When he moves, his speed is astonishingly fast.

There are many kinds of martial arts in the world, but when it comes to light martial arts, none can surpass the "Heavenly Net Style" of the Ancient Tomb School, especially in a hall, where it is like a fish in water.

His body was seen moving up and down, east and west, sometimes like a dragonfly skimming the water, sometimes like a flying crane. His sword was flashing like lightning, and each blow was aimed at the vital point. He used the blood sword to the fullest extent!

However, Guo Jing's palms flew, and his strength became round, covering his whole body with palm power. This defense was flawless, and Feng Yi's blood knife was extremely sharp, and his moves were magical, but it was difficult to attack him within three steps.

When Guo Jing attacked, the fierce and incomparable power of his palm was like an invisible air blade, sweeping straight to a distance of ten feet away. Before the previous force dissipated, the subsequent force came again, overlapping and encompassing the heaven and earth.

Even though Feng Yi's cultivation was superb, he could not gain the slightest advantage against the "Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Subduing", the strongest and strongest weapon in the world. But he was not surprised but happy.

Feng Yi has fought countless masters since he mastered his martial arts. However, as his martial arts skills became more and more advanced, the ones he met were either those who only had martial arts skills but were very poor in actual combat, or those who had sufficient martial arts skills but were old and weak, making it difficult for him to move freely. He felt that it was difficult to find an opponent and he felt lonely and embarrassed.

Now that he has met a strong and top-notch master like Guo Jing, he is truly overjoyed.

Feng Yi's body movements were unleashed, galloping in all directions, wishing he could use the entire hall as a battlefield, the edge of his bloody knife suddenly grew, cutting power into momentum, fighting with all his strength. For a moment, no one knew how many Feng Yis were circling around.

The heroes had never seen such a fight before. Those with lesser martial arts skills felt dizzy, nauseous and wanted to vomit.

Even if you don't look, you can feel the palm power and sword energy flying all around, as if countless thunder and strong winds are colliding with each other, and the circle covered by the power is getting bigger and bigger.

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The onlookers retreated again, not until they were about sixty or seventy feet away, before they were able to stand still.

Guo Fu had been very confident in her father, but now that Feng Yi had used a knife, she knew that even if she was hit by one of his moves, she would at least have her limbs cut off. She turned pale with fear and said to Huang Rong, "Mom, please ask Dad to stop. They don't have any deep hatred!"

Huang Rong said coldly: "What do you know?"

Guo Fu saw that her mother looked calm and spoke coldly, but she didn't notice that beads of sweat had already seeped out of her nose. How could she know the turmoil in her heart? She pouted and said, "They just have different ideas. Do they have to fight to the death?"

"Silly child." Huang Rong seemed to have some regrets and sighed softly: "Since ancient times, because of different philosophies, there have been more than just life and death struggles. Countless people have died for this. In ancient times, there was Qin Shihuang burning books and burying scholars, and Emperor Wu of Han abolishing all schools of thought..."

At this point, she paused and said, "More recently, our dynasty's Yue Wumu had unparalleled military strategy, not inferior to any famous general in ancient and modern times. However, he was unjustly killed in Fengbo Pavilion because he insisted on conquering the north and went against Song Gaozong's wish for peace. And our Huang family's ancestors also had different ideas from those in power and were tragically exiled!"

Guo Fu had heard the story Huang Rong told, but she knew nothing about the Huang family. After thinking for a while, she said, "Feng Yi and my father are not the ones in power. Even if they have different ideas, everyone can just do their own thing!"

Huang Rong snorted coldly and said, "What Feng Yi wants to do will never be accomplished without the support of the world's largest gang. Your father doesn't want him to go astray and cause great suffering to the people..."

She became excited, her internal energy was affected, and she coughed violently. It was not until Hong Qigong passed a stream of true energy to her back that she recovered and sighed, "Master, who do you think will win?"

Hong Qigong stroked his beard and said, "Feng Yi and Jing'er are both experienced masters. What they are competing for now is not their martial arts, but their respective beliefs!"

Guo Jing's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms has been practiced to perfection, and when he swings his palms, the power changes freely and freely, sometimes inhaling and sometimes exhaling, sometimes sweeping horizontally, sometimes pushing straight forward, sometimes swinging diagonally, and sometimes circling.

Not only is his strength indestructible, but his changes are even more mysterious and capable of countless changes. Not only is there no flaw at all between attack and defense, but he can also constantly unblock Feng Yi's sword power and launch a counterattack.

When counterattacking, the palm force and the palm are in different directions. It seems to hit the abdomen, but it hits the face. Sometimes it is squeezed like a stone wall, and sometimes it is stabbed like a weapon.

Fortunately, Feng Yi's knowledge was profound, and he was proficient in both the good and evil ways, as well as the top martial arts from both the Central Plains and the Western Regions. He was well aware of the principles of the changes of this invisible true power.

While guarding the gate and looking for opportunities to counterattack, he not only did not lose the upper hand, but his moves became more and more exquisite. At first, it looked like the "Blood Sword Sutra", but later it had broken away from the "Blood Sword Sutra". It was like the Liancheng Sword Technique or the Nine Yin Manual. He moved at will, without considering what martial arts it was, and there was only white light as fast as lightning and as agile as starlight.

The crowd saw two men fighting each other from a distance, palm winds whistling, sword energy flying. One was as powerful as the abyss, the other was free and unrestrained. Their defense was as solid as Mount Tai, and their attack was as violent as the collapse of the sky and the earth.

At first, Guo Jing's palm power seemed to overwhelm Feng Yi with the force of thunder, but Feng Yi's sword energy rushed east and west, and as long as there was a slight gap in his palm power, it would immediately bounce back, like a rolling galaxy, covering Guo Jing's vitals.

The two fought for another hundred moves, and the power of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms became more and more powerful, like layers of raging waves in the sea, covering Feng Yi's body.

Although the power of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms is heavy and solid, Feng Yi's sword energy is as shocking as a long rainbow, unpredictable, sharp and fierce, and no matter how strong the palm power is, it cannot hurt him.

However, no matter how agile and graceful Feng Yi's sword power was, it was not as strong and powerful as the Dragon Subduing Palm. It was impossible for him to hit Guo Jing.

This is the unchangeable principle of all things. Although Guo Jing and Feng Yi have both reached the highest level of martial arts, it is still difficult to surpass it. Therefore, neither of them can defeat the other.

Even though Feng Yi had mastered the "Shen Zhao Jing" to perfection and his mind was clear, he was helpless in the face of such ever-changing palm power and immediately slowed down his moves.

The robe on Feng Yi's arm holding the knife bulged high, and the blade vibrated slightly, emitting a cold and sharp luster.

Seeing this scene, Hong Qigong's eyes lit up and he shouted, "Quickly put away all the delicious food!" Then he picked up the table in front of him and flew back.

Guo Jing also understood that the sheen on Feng Yi's sword, like the ripples of water, must contain extremely terrifying power, and shouted, "Everyone retreat!"

Feng Yi's movements slowed down, but in the eyes of the experts, they were much more thrilling than his previous quick moves.

You should know that the quick attack is just a matter of reaction speed, but slowing down the attack may be to observe the enemy's weakness or to accumulate strength. Therefore, once the attack is launched, it must be a killer with great power! As soon as Guo Jing finished speaking, Feng Yi's true energy was running to the extreme, and he slashed with the blood knife, but there was a loud noise, and a seemingly invisible but extremely sharp force lifted up the blue bricks in front of Feng Yi, which were more than ten feet wide and more than ten feet long, and rushed towards Guo Jing like flying.

There were hundreds of bricks, like a green wall pressing down. The bricks suddenly exploded halfway, with a deafening bang. The broken bricks had sharp edges and an alarming force. Everyone was terrified and retreated one after another. If these bricks hit them, they would either die or be injured.

Unexpectedly, when Guo Jing waved his hand and watched, all the broken pieces of blue bricks were attracted by his palm wind and gathered together to form a blue and white vortex in front of him, just like a tornado out of nowhere.

Such palm power was beyond human imagination. The heroes could not help but cheer loudly, thinking: "Even with Feng Yi's skills, he couldn't do anything to Hero Guo. He deserves the title of the best in the world!"

However, before he finished thinking about it, Feng Yi's sword turned into a divine dragon and shot out of his hand, while his body leaped forward like a flying fish out of water, moving close to the ground.

This change happened suddenly, and the flying knife was as powerful as wind and rain, with a terrifying momentum. "Crash", the blood knife pierced through Guo Jing's palm wind. This invisible palm wind was pierced, and the blue brick fragments were out of control.

Those broken pieces, which were as sharp as spikes, all fell down and hit Feng Yi who was rushing towards him.

At the same time, with a hissing sound, a bloody knife broke through the air and attacked Guo Jing's throat.

Guo Jing swung out his left palm, and the broken bricks with overlapping spikes were all rolled out from Feng Yi's body. He put his index and middle fingers together with his right hand and grasped the tip of the bloody knife.

Seeing a figure flash by, Guo Jing wanted to fight back, but with a hissing sound, he felt a numbness on his Qihai point, his face was stained with blood, his steps were unsteady, his body swayed, and he suddenly felt a heat in his chest, and his whole body could not move.

Huang Rong was about to scream out in surprise, but just as the sound reached her throat, she was choked.

But seeing that Feng Yi did not make another move, he stretched out his hand to take the blood knife that fell from Guo Jing's hand, leaped freely, did a somersault, and the blood knife had already returned to his waist in the air. When his feet landed on the ground, he had reached the entrance of the hall.

With a "wuuuu" sound, bricks flew towards him from the ground. Guo Jing slapped the broken pieces away, and they flew several feet away. The remaining force was still there. If they fell on others, injuries were inevitable.

Feng Yi pressed his palms downwards, and he jumped up and down like a rabbit, extremely fast. Some people with weak martial arts skills had not even seen his move clearly before they heard a "crash" sound, and the fragments in the sky seemed to have spirits and all fell gently to the ground.

Some people couldn't help but cheer, thinking: "Feng Yi is indeed the best in the world!"

Cai Sheng had just finished drinking halfway when the clever man noticed Feng Yi standing still with a solemn expression on his face, showing no joy at all, and he did not look like he had won at all, so he quickly swallowed the rest of his words.

Suddenly, the hall was silent.

The dust and smoke in the hall dissipated, and the tornado that had just appeared seemed to have never happened. Guo Jing stood there like a statue.

Feng Yi also stood there silently.

The atmosphere on the field changed from dynamic to quiet. Some people were in a trance, while others showed great fear. However, Feng Yi secretly felt lucky.

Many of them didn't understand what was going on. Huang Rong rushed to Guo Jing, waved her hands and tapped to unblock his sealed acupuncture points, and asked, "Brother Jing, are you okay?"

Guo Jing was hit by Feng Yi's finger in the abdomen and chest. Although he was not injured, his meridians were shaken and his dantian was boiling. After all, the two of them had fought to such an extent that their power was all over their bodies. If Feng Yi didn't use heavy hands, how could he seal Guo Jing's acupuncture points? But there was no need to tell his wife about this part. She shook her head immediately.

Huang Rong nodded and stepped aside.

Guo Jing bowed to Feng Yi and said, "Brother Feng, your martial arts skills are so high and your intelligence is so sharp. I have never seen such a person before. I admire you! I admire you! I am defeated in this round!"

Everyone then understood that Feng Yi had hit acupuncture points on Guo Jing, and it was clear that the outcome was decided, as well as his life or death.

After all, Feng Yi had just swung his sword quickly, and Guo Jing would have been killed on the spot.

Feng Yi sighed, "I was just being cunning and taking advantage of the kindness of Mr. Guo. I was lucky enough to win by chance, but what does it matter?"

His words were sincere and everyone present heard them and immediately understood why Guo Jing was defeated!

(End of this chapter)