The First Sword of the Universe

Chapter 200: Xie Xun vs. Cheng Kun, fight to the death! Fight to the death!

Guangmingding is halfway up the mountain.

At the entrance to the hidden secret passage, a tall and majestic figure and a monk were confronting each other. The atmosphere on the scene was tense and frenzied.

Xie Xun asked: "Master, have you switched to practicing Shaolin Nine Yang Kung?"

Cheng Kun twitched his lips and said in surprise: "You actually know about Shaolin Nine Yang Kung Fu? Oh, I forgot that you once lived on a deserted island overseas with Zhang Wuxia from the Wudang Sect for ten years. It must be Zhang Cuishan who told you about the Nine Yang Kung Fu?!"

Xie Xun's smile was ferocious and meaningful: "Yes, I not only know the Shaolin Nine Yang Kung, I also know the Wudang Nine Yang Kung and the Emei Nine Yang Kung. Hehehehehahahahaha. Master, are you ready? I'm here to beat you to death!"

"Wait a minute!" Cheng Kun stretched out his hand to stop Xie Xun who was about to take action, and said seriously: "Before you take action, tell me first, what is the secret of the Dragon Slaying Sword? Is it a secret manual of divine power?"

"Hahahaha, Master, you are about to die, and you still care about these things? Don't worry, when you take your last breath, I will tell you what the secret of the Dragon Slaying Sword is."

Xie Xun's wild laughter was mixed with a strong sense of sadness. The next moment, he pounced forward, as agile as a lion and as fast as lightning.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang
In a flash, the two figures were entangled together, and similar white true energy lingered around their bodies, rising and jumping like flames.

White energy lingered on the fists of the two men, and in the fierce collision, a series of muffled sounds erupted.

In this battle that entered a peak showdown from the beginning, Cheng Kun's voice echoed over the battlefield: "My good disciple, if you want to kill me, it will not be an easy task"

"Perhaps, your master wanted to kill you so that your family can be reunited in the underworld."

Soon, Cheng Kun's voice turned to surprise: "Hey, your true qi. You actually also learned the Nine Yang Kung?"

"Tell me, my good disciple, which school of Nine Yang Kung did you learn? Is it the Wudang school's Nine Yang Kung? After all, it can't be the Shaolin Nine Yang Kung or the Emei Nine Yang Kung, right?!"

While they were talking, two figures appeared from the cave entrance into the woods ahead.

Everywhere you go.
The big trees that were held in arms exploded into flying wood and debris.
The leaves that had fallen off the branches were like a green whirlwind, swirling around the two of them like a green veil.
Occasionally, during an attack, a large number of green leaves would shoot out. Under the influence of the Qi, they were like extremely sharp hidden darts, piercing into the trees in the distance and drilling into the soil on the ground.
The nearby rocks suffered the same disaster. Amid the sound of explosions, they shattered into countless pieces of gravel, bouncing around and splashing everywhere, making the surrounding leaves crackle.

Wherever the two men went, the surrounding trees and rocks were destroyed.

However, the more Cheng Kun fought, the more frightened he became. He had thought that his martial arts were far superior to those of his disciple, but the reality gave him a hard slap in the face, making him dizzy and disoriented.

In this battle, Xie Xun just attacked, attacked, and attacked, leaving his body completely defenseless and using all his strength to attack.

This kind of crazy attack method really made Cheng Kun a little flustered at the beginning.

But he was an extraordinary martial arts master after all, and as the battle went on, he gradually adapted to this terrible fighting style.

Afterwards, he was shocked to find that the development of things had reached a bottleneck and it was difficult to move forward.

He could only adapt to this crazy attacking style but was unable to launch a counterattack.

There's no way to fight back.
The cruel reality was that he was constantly suppressed and beaten by his good disciple, and he had no chance to fight back except to defend himself. He even had no chance to escape or dodge.

Therefore, his voice was full of surprise.

Xie Xun was like a mad lion. His two strong arms turned into eight afterimages, punching the air with puffs and attacking with all his strength.

Under the impetus of the Nine Yang True Qi, each Seven Injury Fist was like a dancing spirit snake, constantly trying to climb up Cheng Kun's body and penetrate into his seven orifices.

"Hahahaha, Master, over the years, I have been thinking about seeking revenge on you all the time, so I dare not slack off in my cultivation!"

"Master, I have made great progress over the years. Do I still live up to your expectations?"

"Hahahaha, Master, please resist a little harder. Otherwise, I will be very disappointed if you are easily beaten to death by me."

"Also, Master, I did practice the Nine Yang Kung Fu, but it's not the Wudang Sect's Nine Yang Kung Fu."

"Hahahaha, guess which school of Nine Yang Kung my disciple is practicing?"

Xie Xun was laughing and talking incoherently, but the speed and force of his attacks were becoming more and more fierce and crazy.

Bang bang bang bang!
Eight consecutive punches collided with Cheng Kun's palms. Fifty-six punches were like dancing snakes, densely wrapping around Cheng Kun's arms and trying to penetrate into his seven orifices.

Cheng Kun groaned, and the inner energy in his body surged like flames, destroying the power of those punches one by one.

While dealing with more Seven Injury Fists from Xie Xun, he said in amazement: "Even if you are not practicing Wudang Nine Yang Gong, then it can only be Emei Nine Yang Gong."

"But, considering the old witch Miejue's personality and temper, how could she teach you the Emei Nine Yang Kung?"

"Wrong! Wrong! Wrong!" Xie Xun roared, and his fists fired like a machine gun, fiercely and violently. At the same time, a sneer pierced through the heavy fist shadows and rang in Cheng Kun's ears.

"Master, I am practicing the Nine Yang Magic Skill"

"The real Nine Yang Divine Art!" "What?!" Even with Cheng Kun's calm mind, he couldn't help but be stunned when he heard the news.

Since he changed to Shaolin Nine Yang Kung Fu, he had imagined countless times that if one day he could combine the Nine Yang Kung Fu of Shaolin, Wudang, and Emei, what kind of realm would his martial arts reach? !

As for the real Nine Yang Divine Art, he also fantasized about it, but quickly put the idea behind him.

Even the three major sects have not been able to find any information about the Nine Yang Divine Art in their entire lives, so where can he look for it?

Now, when he suddenly heard that his disciple had actually learned the real Nine Yang Divine Art and achieved one of his long-cherished goals, his heart was inevitably deeply shaken.

Right now
Although his hands did not stop moving, the circulation of the true energy in his body slowed down slightly due to the shock of his mind.

The two people who were fighting fiercely noticed this slight change at the same time.

"Not good!" Cheng Kun cried out secretly, and quickly mobilized his true energy to try to make up for the slight gap.

Xie Xun had finally created such a rare loophole, how could he give up this opportunity to attack? !

His eyes gleamed like lightning, his fists suddenly turned into claws, and he concentrated all his energy, trying his best to break Cheng Kun's arms apart. His hands went straight in and grabbed Cheng Kun's neck like lightning.

Once he had a firm grip, Xie Xun's broad and powerful hands could twist Cheng Kun's head off his neck.

At the critical moment, Cheng Kun's neck suddenly retracted backwards, avoiding the two powerful hands. At the same time, he put his hands together like swords, and his Shaolin Nine Yang Skill was instantly transformed into the most yin and cold true qi.

A series of finger marks carrying iron-blue cold energy pierced into dozens of major acupoints on Xie Xun's chest like lightning, trying to force him to retreat.

This is Cheng Kun’s unique skill: Phantom Yin Finger!

Phantom Yin Finger is an extremely cold and vicious martial art. Once you are hit by it, the poison will possess your body and randomly roam around your limbs and bones. It is difficult to eradicate without pure Yang internal energy.

Its power is no less than that of the Ice Palm of the Green-Winged Bat King Wei Yixiao. It is another extremely cold and yin martial art that is completely different from the Mysterious Nether Divine Palm.

Cheng Kun is worthy of being Xie Xun's master. He can convert his energy back and forth between Shaolin Nine Yang Gong and Yin Han Qi. His martial arts talent is even better than Xie Xun.

Xie Xun's hands fell empty, and his five fingers sank and retracted, tightly grasping Cheng Kun's collar on both sides.

Puff puff puff puff puff.
He paid no attention to the dozen or so phantom fingers that Cheng Kun was poking at his chest. He used his arms to pull his body closer, looked down at Cheng Kun's face that was so close to him, and roared angrily.

Roar~~!

The lion's roar was like thunder from the ground, exploding in the woods.

The yellow hair behind Xie Xun's head fluttered wildly upwards, and he looked like an angry lion, about to lower his head to devour the enemy beneath him.

Powerful energy, deafening sound waves, and lightning struck Cheng Kun's old face, blowing his facial skin like a lake of spring water, creating ripples.

The iron-blue Qi covering his face was like a candle in the wind, swaying.

Although this lion's roar was not fully prepared, it was still extremely powerful when used against an opponent that was close at hand.

A life-or-death moment
Cheng Kun's eyes flashed with brilliance, and they met Xie Xun's fierce gaze. The two of them were confronting each other and neither would give in.

At the same time, he opened his mouth in anger and yelled, "Let me go! Let me go! Let me go!"

Every time he shouted "let go", he would use his hands to perform dozens of Phantom Yin Fingers, stabbing at Xie Xun's broad chest ferociously and brutally.

Muffled sounds of air explosions continuously rang out in Xie Xun's chest. The energy was surging, making the two men's clothes rustle and causing sand and rocks to fly all around.

"Ho~~!"

Xie Xun didn't care and grabbed Cheng Kun's collar tightly with both hands, roaring like a lion, like a surging river, endless.

Cheng Kun also glared at Xie Xun, continuously firing out cold and vicious phantom fingers.

In a very short period of time, the sound of the explosion between the two men reached a level of intensity that could not be exceeded.

Finally, the Phantom Yin Finger broke through Xie Xun's protective Qi, leaving bloody finger marks on his chest, deep enough to see the bones.

Blood spurted out like arrows, some of it was dispersed into a blood mist by the energy burst between the two people, and some of it splashed onto the clothes on their chests.

Faced with such a tragic situation, Xie Xun was not afraid or retreating at all. Instead, after the lion's roar died down, he burst into laughter.

The next moment, he used his strong and powerful arms to tightly hug Cheng Kun, who was dizzy from the Lion's Roar.

Boom!

The two of them fell to the ground together.
(End of this chapter)