Xuanxia

Chapter 25: First Battle in Wuqiao Realm

When enemies meet, there is no more nonsense and they start fighting in an instant.

Of course Fu Qingzhou brought a bow and arrows. He had expected a battle today, so how could he not prepare his weapons? The quiver was full, with who knows how many arrows were stuffed in it.

In many novels and games, archers are agile and nimble, and once someone gets close to them, they are doomed. However, those who are truly interested in martial arts have more or less heard of this saying:

Since ancient times, archers have been mostly dead.

It’s not that those who practice archery are necessarily strong, but there were no compound bows or pulley bows in ancient times. If you want to shoot arrows far and accurately, you must have enough strength, and that strength must be far beyond that of ordinary people.

Moreover, it is impossible for archers to not practice close combat, and the same is true for hunters. Otherwise, if a tiger or a blind bear gets close to them in the mountains, can they just sit there and wait for death? Therefore, archers are never afraid of face-to-face duels.

Fu Qingzhou raised his hand and shot out a series of feather arrows, hitting several vital points on Meng Zhugang's body.

The third level of Wuqiao gave him powerful dynamic vision and arm strength. The sound of the bowstring was like the vibration of a guitar string. The feather arrow made a sound of breaking through the air and pierced straight forward!

"Suffer death!"

Meng Zhugang showed no intention of stopping. He drew arcs with his two swords and swept away the feather arrows. The murderous intent in his eyes was even stronger: "You are not from the imperial court at all!"

With a whoosh, Fu Qingzhou bent down and squatted, and just as the opponent came in front of him, he shot another arrow.

The arrow missed.

Meng Zhugang reacted very quickly, doing a somersault and jumping over Fu Qingzhou's head and coming behind him.

As soon as they started fighting, the strength and speed displayed by the two were actually equally matched.

Meng Zhugang is at the fourth level of Wuqiao, one level higher than Fu Qingzhou today.

The fundamental difference between the fourth realm and the third realm lies in whether the inner breath is generated - but the difference between this inner breath and the inner breath is also extremely great.

According to what Smoker said before, the effects brought about by different techniques are very different. There will be obvious manifestations when practicing for the first time. After reaching the sixth level of martial arts, the internal energy is transformed into true energy, and the performance of each technique will become more extreme.

For example, the skill of the Ten Thousand Poisons Mountain...

Before, the two of them had sniped each other from a distance at the foot of the mountain. Fu Qingzhou's poisoned arrow clearly hit Meng Zhugang, but it did not have any effect on him. This was the effect of the Ten Thousand Poison Mountain technique.

You know, before this, those charlatans who had not yet opened their martial arts acumen would die just by touching this poison!
To use the words from the game in the previous life, the skills of Wan Du Mountain are focused on increasing poison resistance. Only specific and extremely powerful poisons can affect them, such as the "Green-faced Beast"... and as the realm of the practitioner increases, their poison resistance will become incredibly strong.

But at the same time, this technique must be relatively weak in other aspects, such as strength, speed...

Before this, Fu Qingzhou, who had not yet opened his martial arts, was naturally no match for him. But now that his Ren meridians were open and his pupils were opened, it could be said that he had finally added some attribute points, and was not actually at a disadvantage.

Ding!
The sound of metal clashing was heard, and the two men took several steps back at the same time. Fu Qingzhou had a dagger in his hand without anyone noticing.

"The third level of martial arts..." A layer of black mist seemed to float on Meng Zhugang's face: "How is this possible?"

Fu Qingzhou smiled and said, "Leave this question for the King of Hell!"

He put the hilt of the dagger between his lips, strode forward, and shot as he walked. The continuous stream of arrows was like a torrential rain. Even though Meng Zhu had swung his two swords so hard that no water could penetrate, he was still forced to retreat step by step.

But at this moment, a hint of success flashed in Meng Zhugang's eyes.

As Fu Qingzhou got closer, he suddenly opened his mouth and exhaled a puff of white smoke.

At this time, Fu Qingzhou was only two steps away from him. The white smoke came extremely fast and was unavoidable, and it sprayed onto his face.

Fu Qingzhou hurriedly held his breath and stepped back, but it was too late. His face quickly became red and swollen, and his throat seemed to be blocked by something, making it difficult for him to breathe. "Hahahaha!"

Meng Zhugang laughed cruelly: "You fought with my disciples from the Ten Thousand Poison Mountain, but you didn't guard against our poison skills? You really don't have any experience in the martial arts world!"

After saying that, he rushed over without hesitation with his sword in hand, holding both swords high and slashing down fiercely.

But at this moment, he saw Fu Qingzhou suddenly raise his eyes.

The look in his eyes was exactly the same as when he had spewed out poisonous smoke before!
"Umbra, Vigilium, Reinaskirumen!"

Fu Qingzhou took out the dagger from his mouth, lipped, and quickly recited something that no one could understand. Then he stood up, pulled out an arrow, and stabbed it at the chest and abdomen of Meng Zhugang who was coming towards him with his body wide open!
"Damn it!" The Smoker yelled in his mind, "When did you learn this thing?! Don't use it recklessly!"

But just when the attack was about to succeed, Fu Qingzhou felt a slight numbness in the palm and philtrum of his hand, his body stiffened, and the action of stabbing Meng Zhugang also paused slightly. The arrow only scratched the opponent's clothes and scraped off a thin layer of flesh and blood on his chest and abdomen.

Meng Zhugang was shocked and frightened. He barely pulled back and looked at his strange opponent in doubt.

"call……"

Fu Qingzhou blinked, and after a moment of stiffness, his body quickly returned to normal. The effects of the poisonous smoke also gradually faded away, which showed that the spell worked.

"Isn't this your antidote spell?"

He asked in his mind: "What happened just now?"

“I…I…I…” The smoker hesitated for a few seconds before cursing, “Do you know that you need to open your spiritual orifice to use magic? You haven’t opened your spiritual orifice at all, and if you use spells indiscriminately, you might kill yourself!”

Fu Qingzhou touched his face. Within just one or two breaths, the redness and swelling had completely subsided, and the blockage in his throat was almost gone.

"But it worked." He was a little dazed.

The Smoker got even angrier: "That's because you just opened up the first level of the spiritual acupoint! Damn it, how did you do that?!"

Fu Qingzhou was even more confused. What? There is such a thing? This is completely different from the feeling of opening the martial acupoints. It feels like being bitten by a big mosquito. It's opened just like that?
But he didn't have more time to think about these things right now, because Meng Zhugang was still there.

"Your poison has been cured?!"

Meng Zhugang's eyes widened: "This is impossible... You just cast a spell? But you are a warrior!"

Fu Qingzhou smiled but didn't answer. He looked particularly cruel as he bit the dagger.

He raised his hand and drew his bow, shooting arrow after arrow!
Meng Zhu was greatly disturbed when he saw that the poisonous smoke he had hidden in his bottom box was broken so easily. In addition, he was a wounded man who had difficulty walking a few days ago. This time, he was severely suppressed by Fu Qingzhou, and the fight became more and more difficult.

But a person's counterattack when facing danger is still terrifying, not to mention that this is a middle-aged man who has been stuck in the fourth level of martial arts for countless years. In order to seek a breakthrough, he has thought of countless ways, which naturally includes studying sword techniques.

Amid the sound of clanging, he was hit by several arrows, but he still managed to cut a path through the rain of arrows and arrived in front of Fu Qingzhou.

Fu Qingzhou did not protest at all and simply stopped shooting arrows. He fought back and forth with Meng Zhugang with a longbow in one hand and a short knife in the other.

In the blink of an eye, Fu Qingzhou's body was covered with several knife marks. The blood flowing from the knife marks was even black. Needless to say, the knife was obviously poisoned.

But he didn't care, he kept shouting spells and hitting harder and harder.

What's this little injury? When I was young, I faced wolves and tigers in the mountains, swindlers and charlatans. The gap was much bigger than it is now, and the danger was much scarier than it is now!
With a "swish", the scimitar pressed into Fu Qingzhou's shoulder, and blood spurted out.

At the same time, he stabbed a knife into Meng Zhugang's throat with an expressionless face, and did not forget to twist it twice.

There will be three more chapters tomorrow for National Day. I wish you all a happy National Day~
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