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"Thief Tartar," Song Yuanqiao hatefully said, "Do you think you can escape alive by covering your face with fur? Who killed Wudang Pai's Mo Qixia? Quickly tell us! If you lie even for half a word, I am going to cut your Tartar dog's flesh a thousand slashes, ten thousand pieces; open up your belly and split open your chest."
Actually, Song Yuanqiao was a calm and composed man, but seeing how Mo Shenggu died in such a wretched way, he could not bear not to use such hateful language; which did not happen too often in the last dozen of years.
Zhao Min sighed and said, "General Yalupuwa, things have come this far, you can just tell them!" And then she whispered in a low voice, "Use the martial art from the Sheng Huo Ling."
Zhang Wuji did not want to fight his four martial uncles, but looking at their current state, he truly did not have any other way to escape this awkward situation. Thereupon he gritted his teeth and rolled on the ground, while tossing Zhao Min toward Yin Liting. He shouted and grunted in a hoarse voice while leaping to the air, somersaulting, and stretched out his arm to grab Zhang Songxi. Yin Liting caught Zhao Min without any trouble. He hesitated for a moment before sealing her acupoint and put her down to the ground.
In this very short period of time, Zhang Wuji had unleashed the strange martial art from the Sheng Huo Ling; his fist struck Song Yuanqiao, while his leg kicked Yu Lianzhou. At the same time his head hammered toward Zhang Songxi, while his hand reached backward to snatch the sword in Yin Liting's hand. His movements were as swift as a falcon catching a rabbit, very fast and very strange.
The Four Heroes of Wudang's martial arts were refined and strong, they could be considered as first class fighters of the Wulin world; but facing these successive seven, eight strange attacks, they were thrown into confusion and were forced to defend themselves with difficulty. On the Lingshe Island, although Zhang Wuji's martial art skill was high, he could not hold up against the Persian's Liuyun, three emissaries' martial art from the Sheng Huo Ling. By this moment, he had already mastered the martial art from all six Sheng Huo Ling tablets; his skill was several levels higher compared to the Liuyun, three emissaries, how could the Four Heroes hold up against him?
Actually, the martial arts contained in the Sheng Huo Ling were not the most profound or even intricate martial art techniques, only, they was very strange and unpredictable. If they were fighting one on one under normal circumstance, it would not be a match for Wudang Pai's orthodox martial art based on strong inner power. But Zhang Wuji was using the Jiu Yang Shen Gong as his foundation, Qian Kun Da Nuo Yi as the general scheme of his movements, on top of that he possessed a profound knowledge of Wudang Pai's martial art; stance by stance, form by form, he attacked the weakest point on Four Heroes' defense.
After about twenty stances or so, the Sheng Huo Ling's martial art was getting more and more fantastical. Lying down on the snowy ground, Zhao Min called out, "General Yalupuwa, these Han people are always proud of their own ability; they did not know we, the Mongolians, have inherited this divine wrestling technique, let them taste it today!"
"Use Taiji fist technique for self defense!" Zhang Songxi called out, "This Tartar's fist technique is very strange." Immediately the four people's fist technique changed; they all used the Taiji fist technique to create a watertight defense.
Suddenly Zhang Wuji dropped down and sat on the ground, both of his fists fiercely pounding his own chest. During their entire lifetime, the Four Hero of Wudang had fought countless powerful enemies, and they had encountered countless strange stances. Zhang Wuji's Qian Kun Da Nuo Yi could be regarded as the pinnacle of martial art study, yet not only they had never seen something like this Tartar sitting down on the ground and beating his own chest, they had never heard about it as well.
The Four Heroes were using swords to form a tight defense line with the Taiji Fist technique. This time, with a sudden movement the three swords of Song Yuanqiao, Yu Lianzhou and Zhang Songxi were thrust into Zhang Wuji's torso. Yin Liting's sword was snatched by Zhang Wuji earlier, but he had Mo Shenggu's thin saber on his side, which he pulled out and thrust toward Zhang Wuji. Suddenly Zhang Wuji's leg swept horizontally, scattering the snow on the ground toward the Four Heroes.
It was one of weird martial art stances recorded on the Sheng Huo Ling, which originated from the Old Man of the Mountain, Hassan-i-Sabah. Before founding his Hashhashin Sect, he used to rob and plunder merchants traveling along the Persian desert. Whenever he saw a caravan from the distant, he would sit on the ground and beat his on chest, while crying out to the Heaven. The passing caravan would then stop to inquire. Hassan would suddenly kick the sand toward their eyes, and immediately his long saber would kill dozens of merchants, spilling their blood on the yellow sand, scattering their corpses on the great desert. It was a truly malicious technique.
This time Zhang Wuji kicked the snow, but the efficiency was the same as if he was kicking sand. The Four Heroes of Wudang suddenly felt snow flying into their faces, rendering them blind for an instant. Four people reacted fast by leaping back immediately, but Zhang Wuji moved even faster; he rolled around and grabbed Yu Lianzhou's legs. His hand reached out and sealed three major acupoints on his legs. After that he somersaulted and while his body was still mid-air, his right knee knocked the top of Yin Liting's head, unexpectedly hitting the 'wu chu' [lit. five spots] and 'cheng guang' [lit. light receiver] acupoints on the top of his head. Yin Liting was dazed and fell to the ground.
Song Yuanqiao flew to the rescue, but Zhang Wuji stepped backward and bumped into his chest. Song Yuanqiao could not use his sword, his left hand withdrew the sword and his right palm struck out, but before his palm reached its target, his chest had already been numbed, as both of Zhang Wuji's elbows hit his acupoint.
Zhang Songxi was shocked; in a blink of an eye, from four people, he was the only one still standing. He realized he was not this man's match, but his martial brothers were in distress, he determined not to escape alone. Raising his sword straight up, 'swish, swish, swish' he thrust it toward Zhang Wuji three times. Zhang Wuji noticed that although he was facing a difficult situation, his steps were unflustered, the sword stance was not in the least chaotic; these three attacks came swiftly and fiercely, but each stance strictly followed Wudang principle.
Zhang Wuji secretly acclaimed, "If I have not learned this strange martial art, resisting four martial uncles' converging attack would have been not an easy matter at all."
Suddenly Zhang Wuji moved his head randomly, swaying back and forth, and making circles. But Zhang Songxi remained unmoved; he was not affected by Zhang Wuji's attempt to distract his attention. With a 'chi' noise his sword was splitting the air, straight toward Zhang Wuji's chest.
Zhang Wuji lowered his head, aiming his skull toward the tip of the incoming sword. Suddenly he dropped to the ground and pounced forward; all acupoints on Zhang Songxi's lower abdomen and left leg were sealed and he fell down to the ground. The acupoints Zhang Wuji sealed could disable only the lower part of Zhang Songxi's limbs; he was about to reach the 'zhongshu' [lit. center or hub] acupoint on Zhang Songzi's back when suddenly Zhang Songxi cried out miserably, his eyes turned white and his upper body convulsed, and then he dropped down stiffly.
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"Thief Tartar," Song Yuanqiao hatefully said, "Do you think you can escape alive by covering your face with fur? Who killed Wudang Pai's Mo Qixia? Quickly tell us! If you lie even for half a word, I am going to cut your Tartar dog's flesh a thousand slashes, ten thousand pieces; open up your belly and split open your chest."
Actually, Song Yuanqiao was a calm and composed man, but seeing how Mo Shenggu died in such a wretched way, he could not bear not to use such hateful language; which did not happen too often in the last dozen of years.
Zhao Min sighed and said, "General Yalupuwa, things have come this far, you can just tell them!" And then she whispered in a low voice, "Use the martial art from the Sheng Huo Ling."
Zhang Wuji did not want to fight his four martial uncles, but looking at their current state, he truly did not have any other way to escape this awkward situation. Thereupon he gritted his teeth and rolled on the ground, while tossing Zhao Min toward Yin Liting. He shouted and grunted in a hoarse voice while leaping to the air, somersaulting, and stretched out his arm to grab Zhang Songxi. Yin Liting caught Zhao Min without any trouble. He hesitated for a moment before sealing her acupoint and put her down to the ground.
In this very short period of time, Zhang Wuji had unleashed the strange martial art from the Sheng Huo Ling; his fist struck Song Yuanqiao, while his leg kicked Yu Lianzhou. At the same time his head hammered toward Zhang Songxi, while his hand reached backward to snatch the sword in Yin Liting's hand. His movements were as swift as a falcon catching a rabbit, very fast and very strange.
The Four Heroes of Wudang's martial arts were refined and strong, they could be considered as first class fighters of the Wulin world; but facing these successive seven, eight strange attacks, they were thrown into confusion and were forced to defend themselves with difficulty. On the Lingshe Island, although Zhang Wuji's martial art skill was high, he could not hold up against the Persian's Liuyun, three emissaries' martial art from the Sheng Huo Ling. By this moment, he had already mastered the martial art from all six Sheng Huo Ling tablets; his skill was several levels higher compared to the Liuyun, three emissaries, how could the Four Heroes hold up against him?
Actually, the martial arts contained in the Sheng Huo Ling were not the most profound or even intricate martial art techniques, only, they was very strange and unpredictable. If they were fighting one on one under normal circumstance, it would not be a match for Wudang Pai's orthodox martial art based on strong inner power. But Zhang Wuji was using the Jiu Yang Shen Gong as his foundation, Qian Kun Da Nuo Yi as the general scheme of his movements, on top of that he possessed a profound knowledge of Wudang Pai's martial art; stance by stance, form by form, he attacked the weakest point on Four Heroes' defense.
After about twenty stances or so, the Sheng Huo Ling's martial art was getting more and more fantastical. Lying down on the snowy ground, Zhao Min called out, "General Yalupuwa, these Han people are always proud of their own ability; they did not know we, the Mongolians, have inherited this divine wrestling technique, let them taste it today!"
"Use Taiji fist technique for self defense!" Zhang Songxi called out, "This Tartar's fist technique is very strange." Immediately the four people's fist technique changed; they all used the Taiji fist technique to create a watertight defense.
Suddenly Zhang Wuji dropped down and sat on the ground, both of his fists fiercely pounding his own chest. During their entire lifetime, the Four Hero of Wudang had fought countless powerful enemies, and they had encountered countless strange stances. Zhang Wuji's Qian Kun Da Nuo Yi could be regarded as the pinnacle of martial art study, yet not only they had never seen something like this Tartar sitting down on the ground and beating his own chest, they had never heard about it as well.
The Four Heroes were using swords to form a tight defense line with the Taiji Fist technique. This time, with a sudden movement the three swords of Song Yuanqiao, Yu Lianzhou and Zhang Songxi were thrust into Zhang Wuji's torso. Yin Liting's sword was snatched by Zhang Wuji earlier, but he had Mo Shenggu's thin saber on his side, which he pulled out and thrust toward Zhang Wuji. Suddenly Zhang Wuji's leg swept horizontally, scattering the snow on the ground toward the Four Heroes.
It was one of weird martial art stances recorded on the Sheng Huo Ling, which originated from the Old Man of the Mountain, Hassan-i-Sabah. Before founding his Hashhashin Sect, he used to rob and plunder merchants traveling along the Persian desert. Whenever he saw a caravan from the distant, he would sit on the ground and beat his on chest, while crying out to the Heaven. The passing caravan would then stop to inquire. Hassan would suddenly kick the sand toward their eyes, and immediately his long saber would kill dozens of merchants, spilling their blood on the yellow sand, scattering their corpses on the great desert. It was a truly malicious technique.
This time Zhang Wuji kicked the snow, but the efficiency was the same as if he was kicking sand. The Four Heroes of Wudang suddenly felt snow flying into their faces, rendering them blind for an instant. Four people reacted fast by leaping back immediately, but Zhang Wuji moved even faster; he rolled around and grabbed Yu Lianzhou's legs. His hand reached out and sealed three major acupoints on his legs. After that he somersaulted and while his body was still mid-air, his right knee knocked the top of Yin Liting's head, unexpectedly hitting the 'wu chu' [lit. five spots] and 'cheng guang' [lit. light receiver] acupoints on the top of his head. Yin Liting was dazed and fell to the ground.
Song Yuanqiao flew to the rescue, but Zhang Wuji stepped backward and bumped into his chest. Song Yuanqiao could not use his sword, his left hand withdrew the sword and his right palm struck out, but before his palm reached its target, his chest had already been numbed, as both of Zhang Wuji's elbows hit his acupoint.
Zhang Songxi was shocked; in a blink of an eye, from four people, he was the only one still standing. He realized he was not this man's match, but his martial brothers were in distress, he determined not to escape alone. Raising his sword straight up, 'swish, swish, swish' he thrust it toward Zhang Wuji three times. Zhang Wuji noticed that although he was facing a difficult situation, his steps were unflustered, the sword stance was not in the least chaotic; these three attacks came swiftly and fiercely, but each stance strictly followed Wudang principle.
Zhang Wuji secretly acclaimed, "If I have not learned this strange martial art, resisting four martial uncles' converging attack would have been not an easy matter at all."
Suddenly Zhang Wuji moved his head randomly, swaying back and forth, and making circles. But Zhang Songxi remained unmoved; he was not affected by Zhang Wuji's attempt to distract his attention. With a 'chi' noise his sword was splitting the air, straight toward Zhang Wuji's chest.
Zhang Wuji lowered his head, aiming his skull toward the tip of the incoming sword. Suddenly he dropped to the ground and pounced forward; all acupoints on Zhang Songxi's lower abdomen and left leg were sealed and he fell down to the ground. The acupoints Zhang Wuji sealed could disable only the lower part of Zhang Songxi's limbs; he was about to reach the 'zhongshu' [lit. center or hub] acupoint on Zhang Songzi's back when suddenly Zhang Songxi cried out miserably, his eyes turned white and his upper body convulsed, and then he dropped down stiffly.
"Thief Tartar," Song Yuanqiao hatefully said, "Do you think you can escape alive by covering your face with fur? Who killed Wudang Pai's Mo Qixia? Quickly tell us! If you lie even for half a word, I am going to cut your Tartar dog's flesh a thousand slashes, ten thousand pieces; open up your belly and split open your chest."Actually, Song Yuanqiao was a calm and composed man, but seeing how Mo Shenggu died in such a wretched way, he could not bear not to use such hateful language; which did not happen too often in the last dozen of years.Zhao Min sighed and said, "General Yalupuwa, things have come this far, you can just tell them!" And then she whispered in a low voice, "Use the martial art from the Sheng Huo Ling."Zhang Wuji did not want to fight his four martial uncles, but looking at their current state, he truly did not have any other way to escape this awkward situation. Thereupon he gritted his teeth and rolled on the ground, while tossing Zhao Min toward Yin Liting. He shouted and grunted in a hoarse voice while leaping to the air, somersaulting, and stretched out his arm to grab Zhang Songxi. Yin Liting caught Zhao Min without any trouble. He hesitated for a moment before sealing her acupoint and put her down to the ground.In this very short period of time, Zhang Wuji had unleashed the strange martial art from the Sheng Huo Ling; his fist struck Song Yuanqiao, while his leg kicked Yu Lianzhou. At the same time his head hammered toward Zhang Songxi, while his hand reached backward to snatch the sword in Yin Liting's hand. His movements were as swift as a falcon catching a rabbit, very fast and very strange.The Four Heroes of Wudang's martial arts were refined and strong, they could be considered as first class fighters of the Wulin world; but facing these successive seven, eight strange attacks, they were thrown into confusion and were forced to defend themselves with difficulty. On the Lingshe Island, although Zhang Wuji's martial art skill was high, he could not hold up against the Persian's Liuyun, three emissaries' martial art from the Sheng Huo Ling. By this moment, he had already mastered the martial art from all six Sheng Huo Ling tablets; his skill was several levels higher compared to the Liuyun, three emissaries, how could the Four Heroes hold up against him?Actually, the martial arts contained in the Sheng Huo Ling were not the most profound or even intricate martial art techniques, only, they was very strange and unpredictable. If they were fighting one on one under normal circumstance, it would not be a match for Wudang Pai's orthodox martial art based on strong inner power. But Zhang Wuji was using the Jiu Yang Shen Gong as his foundation, Qian Kun Da Nuo Yi as the general scheme of his movements, on top of that he possessed a profound knowledge of Wudang Pai's martial art; stance by stance, form by form, he attacked the weakest point on Four Heroes' defense.After about twenty stances or so, the Sheng Huo Ling's martial art was getting more and more fantastical. Lying down on the snowy ground, Zhao Min called out, "General Yalupuwa, these Han people are always proud of their own ability; they did not know we, the Mongolians, have inherited this divine wrestling technique, let them taste it today!""Use Taiji fist technique for self defense!" Zhang Songxi called out, "This Tartar's fist technique is very strange." Immediately the four people's fist technique changed; they all used the Taiji fist technique to create a watertight defense.Suddenly Zhang Wuji dropped down and sat on the ground, both of his fists fiercely pounding his own chest. During their entire lifetime, the Four Hero of Wudang had fought countless powerful enemies, and they had encountered countless strange stances. Zhang Wuji's Qian Kun Da Nuo Yi could be regarded as the pinnacle of martial art study, yet not only they had never seen something like this Tartar sitting down on the ground and beating his own chest, they had never heard about it as well.The Four Heroes were using swords to form a tight defense line with the Taiji Fist technique. This time, with a sudden movement the three swords of Song Yuanqiao, Yu Lianzhou and Zhang Songxi were thrust into Zhang Wuji's torso. Yin Liting's sword was snatched by Zhang Wuji earlier, but he had Mo Shenggu's thin saber on his side, which he pulled out and thrust toward Zhang Wuji. Suddenly Zhang Wuji's leg swept horizontally, scattering the snow on the ground toward the Four Heroes.It was one of weird martial art stances recorded on the Sheng Huo Ling, which originated from the Old Man of the Mountain, Hassan-i-Sabah. Before founding his Hashhashin Sect, he used to rob and plunder merchants traveling along the Persian desert. Whenever he saw a caravan from the distant, he would sit on the ground and beat his on chest, while crying out to the Heaven. The passing caravan would then stop to inquire. Hassan would suddenly kick the sand toward their eyes, and immediately his long saber would kill dozens of merchants, spilling their blood on the yellow sand, scattering their corpses on the great desert. It was a truly malicious technique.This time Zhang Wuji kicked the snow, but the efficiency was the same as if he was kicking sand. The Four Heroes of Wudang suddenly felt snow flying into their faces, rendering them blind for an instant. Four people reacted fast by leaping back immediately, but Zhang Wuji moved even faster; he rolled around and grabbed Yu Lianzhou's legs. His hand reached out and sealed three major acupoints on his legs. After that he somersaulted and while his body was still mid-air, his right knee knocked the top of Yin Liting's head, unexpectedly hitting the 'wu chu' lit. five spots and 'cheng guang' lit. light receiver acupoints on the top of his head. Yin Liting was dazed and fell to the ground.Song Yuanqiao flew to the rescue, but Zhang Wuji stepped backward and bumped into his chest. Song Yuanqiao could not use his sword, his left hand withdrew the sword and his right palm struck out, but before his palm reached its target, his chest had already been numbed, as both of Zhang Wuji's elbows hit his acupoint.Zhang Songxi was shocked; in a blink of an eye, from four people, he was the only one still standing. He realized he was not this man's match, but his martial brothers were in distress, he determined not to escape alone. Raising his sword straight up, 'swish, swish, swish' he thrust it toward Zhang Wuji three times. Zhang Wuji noticed that although he was facing a difficult situation, his steps were unflustered, the sword stance was not in the least chaotic; these three attacks came swiftly and fiercely, but each stance strictly followed Wudang principle.Zhang Wuji secretly acclaimed, "If I have not learned this strange martial art, resisting four martial uncles' converging attack would have been not an easy matter at all."Suddenly Zhang Wuji moved his head randomly, swaying back and forth, and making circles. But Zhang Songxi remained unmoved; he was not affected by Zhang Wuji's attempt to distract his attention. With a 'chi' noise his sword was splitting the air, straight toward Zhang Wuji's chest.Zhang Wuji lowered his head, aiming his skull toward the tip of the incoming sword. Suddenly he dropped to the ground and pounced forward; all acupoints on Zhang Songxi's lower abdomen and left leg were sealed and he fell down to the ground. The acupoints Zhang Wuji sealed could disable only the lower part of Zhang Songxi's limbs; he was about to reach the 'zhongshu' lit. center or hub acupoint on Zhang Songzi's back when suddenly Zhang Songxi cried out miserably, his eyes turned white and his upper body convulsed, and then he dropped down stiffly.
