As soon as the young scribe made a move, he used all his strength without any hesitation. As his palms danced, an incomparable surge of energy shook the entire lake near the boat several feet high.

"Splitting Air Palm!"

Wu Shizhong, who was originally planning to help, changed his face when he saw this scene. The person who can use this kind of kung fu is at least several times more powerful than him.

Ji Boyi sighed, and Feng Heng on the side once again felt the soft energy pushing her away. Then, the splashing water around seemed to be attracted by the invisible power, forming clear and transparent lines between Ji Boyi's palms.

A curtain of water blocked the space between the two of them.

Amidst the sound of "bang bang bang", the force of the splitting palm broke through the five water curtains and then dissipated powerlessly. The clear water droplets scattered in all directions, Ji Boyi's wrist shook, and the remaining four water curtains were like waves.

Layers of people rushed towards the young scribe in front of them.

Ever since the life-and-death duel with Peng Wanhai, Ji Boyi felt that there were something more in his mind. Several sets of exquisite swordsmanship, as well as some excellent boxing and kicking skills. It seemed that they were all things he already knew, and he used them with ease as soon as he made a move.

Be free and realize the true meaning.

What we are using now is the Kung Fu called "Mian Zhang". Based on the purpose of "the best is as good as water", we have evolved from it a set of palm techniques that combine hardness and softness, and combine yin and yang.

"Because it does not fight, no one in the world can fight with it. This is to imitate the virtue of water. Water is almost like the Tao. The Tao is everywhere, and water is harmful to everything. If you avoid heights and go downwards, you will not go against it. It is a good place. The empty place is clear.

Quiet and unfathomable."

After several consecutive blows of the air-splitting palm and Ji Boyi's soft palm, the young scribe immediately saw the significance of this set of palm techniques. He immediately changed his offensive, waved his big sleeve, and stretched out his five fingers. Five round and fine stones were placed on his palm.

The concentrated zhenqi was like the sharpest sword energy, breaking through the seemingly endless water curtain and stabbing five vital points on Ji Boyi's body.

However, the power of Mianzhang was beyond his expectation. Facing the fine stone sword energy, Ji Boyi's left hand gently brushed it as softly as if it were boneless, as if the water flow followed the direction of the square. It was soft and quiet, and the sword energy was eliminated.

"What kind of kungfu is this!"

At this moment, the young scribe's arrogant expression changed, and he asked for the first time. Ji Boyi smiled slightly, let go of his left hand, and a handful of pink ash drifted away with the breeze. After all, stones are mortal objects and cannot be endured for a long time.

True Qi. If it weren't for the exquisite and mysterious "magic power of a snap of the fingers", the stone would have shattered the moment it came into contact with the true Qi.

"This is cotton palm, a small technique for protecting yourself."

"Hey, my 'Air Splitting Palm' and 'Finger Snap Magical Power' are not even as good as your little skills."

Ji Boyi frowned and shook his head, but didn't say anything more. Sometimes, the more he explained, the more confused he became, not to mention the eccentric and unsociable madman in front of him.

"Sir, you have misunderstood. The Taoist priest did not mean this!"

On the contrary, Feng Heng was anxious on the sidelines and explained first, which made the young scribe even more disgusted, thinking that this woman was speaking for his opponent. The scene of helping her kill someone just now, but retching in front of him emerged, and he was unhappy in his heart.

Speaking impulsively: "I hooked up so quickly, and I can't wait to help my little lover. It's a pity that this Taoist priest is a monk and may not necessarily like you!"

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, Feng Heng burst into tears before Ji Boyi could say them in a hurry. She just didn't want the two benefactors to fight, but she didn't expect the young scribe to be so extreme.

Two traces of tears streaked across his white cheeks and wetted his clothes. The pitiful look on his face made the young scribe feel a flash of regret. However, he had an arrogant temperament and could not say a word of apology. He could only put on a face and pretend.

Be indifferent.

"Brother, this has been said."

Ji Boyi said a few words in the spirit of humanity, but as soon as he opened his mouth, the young scholar found a reason to take out the jade flute inserted in his waist and vent all his grievances on his opponent.

"The warm-up is over, let's compete in swordsmanship!"

When Ji Boyi came over this time, he was holding a gorgeously decorated long sword in his hand. Just now, he had inserted the scabbard into the wooden board to compete with his fists and feet. Now facing his opponent's jade flute, which was holding a green light, he did not hold it up and held it up with his fingers.

At one point, the sharp sword soared into the sky, and the cold light was like the stars in the dark night, bright and dazzling.

"What a sword!"

Even the young scribe with such an arrogant character couldn't help but say something when the sword was unsheathed.

"This sword was originally nameless, but a general named it 'Fengtian'. It was a gift from the Holy One."

Yue Fei is so famous because, in addition to his own charisma, he is also willing to give rewards. This gorgeously decorated long sword was given to him by Emperor Gaozong. If others would have given this gift, he would have given it to him.

He gave it to Ji Boyi just because he heard that his sword was bent during the duel with Peng Wanhai.

Originally, Ji Boyi wanted to reject it because the gorgeous decoration of the sword did not match his style, but he could not resist Yue Fei's enthusiasm, and due to some considerations, he accepted it.

Hearing the origin of this sword, the young scribe's face changed slightly. Even with his arrogance, he still had a sense of awe for the "Emperor". For the first time, he felt a trace of regret for today's action.

He even wanted to give up. But in just a moment, this thought was cut off by him.

"I, Huang Yaoshi, have deviated from the orthodoxy, so what if I'm a mere emperor? I was unhappy, so I went to Lin'an to kill him."

It must be said that his thoughts are very strong, and his skills are even more ferocious. The whole body is green, like a flawless emerald made of a cave flute. Under the stimulation of his true energy, it is not inferior to any magical weapon in the world.

The sword moves are subtle and mysterious, and the sword style is free and elegant. This is the sword technique that was developed from the jade flute.

Ji Boyi did not retreat at all. With the "Fengtian Sword" in his hand, his right wrist shook slightly, and the Zixia Qi in his body turned into Wuzhu Sword Qi and surged out. A perfect sword circle appeared on his chest, and Huang

The pharmacist's jade flute sword energy was incorporated into it, eliminating the invisible.

Seeing that the "Jade Flute Sword Technique" was useless, Huang Yaoshi, who had countless unique skills, changed his sword moves, and a set of "Jade Flute Sword Technique" came out. The sword edge formed an arc and struck sideways. It seemed that the move was not in a hurry, but the sword

The area covered by the sharp tip is extremely wide, and after avoiding the sword circle in front of him, it points toward the numerous large acupuncture points on Ji Boyi's chest.

Unexpectedly, at the same time, Ji Boyi flicked his wrist again, and three purple sword circles formed a triangle to protect his chest, and the jade-leafing silver sword energy was eliminated again.

Frowning, Huang Yaoshi's right hand holding the flute had veins popping out. He had obviously pushed his true energy to the limit. The green jade flute was like a lush tree. Under his shaking, the green leaves and purple flowers all fell.

. Just like the scene when autumn comes and the prosperity is gone. This is the "Falling Flower Divine Sword", the green light is surging, the sword flowers are dotted, and it is like falling flowers, colorful, purple and red, scattered in all directions.

The sword energy of this move emerged from all directions, leaving Ji Boyi with nowhere to hide. It happened to be the nemesis of Tai Chi Sword that he had not yet used in Dacheng. If he had a hundred sword circles, it would be enough to cover him up completely.

It's a pity that Huang Yaoshi has a long-term knowledge. He only saw the secret of this set of swordsmanship after fighting for a while, and he did not hesitate to use a lot of strength to use the "Luoying Divine Sword" for group attack.

"Brother, I have a good eye. I just saw through the 'Tai Chi Sword' routine in just a moment, so I will try this 'Dugu Nine Swords' routine next."

Although the sword technique has not been broken yet, Ji Game is not doing useless work. The sword circle explodes and pushes away the Luoying sword energy around him. A group attack means low damage.

"This move is called the 'Broken Sword Style'!"

Although Huang Yaoshi was using a jade flute, it was a sword move. Ji Boyi did not hold back any of his moves. Purple energy rose above his head, and there was a faint purple light on the cold light-filled blade of the "Fengtian Sword" in his hand.

The flow of energy seemed to communicate with the dragon energy of the whole world invisibly. At this moment, Ji Boyi felt that the fullness of his heart merged with the accumulated sword intention of the long sword in his hand, stimulating the deepest idea hidden in the "Fengtian Sword".

As soon as the sword came out, Huang Yaoshi felt that the whole sky was suppressed. He seemed to be fighting against all the people of the world. He was a devil and a villain. Tens of millions of people were spitting at him. At this moment, Ji

Game's own thoughts communicated perfectly with the Fengtian Sword, and he fired a sword that surprised even himself.

This sword was not only his personal power, but also the thoughts of all the people in the world, and the prayers of all the people of the Song Dynasty.

This sword acts on behalf of Heaven and brings God's will. Even if Liu Haichan comes, he can only run away, let alone Huang Yaoshi, a demon who has just entered the innate world.

"impossible!"

In his disbelieving eyes, the Fengtian sword cut the jade flute in his hand into two pieces like tofu, unstoppably breaking through his body-protecting energy and stabbing his heart.

"My life is at an end!"

Just as Huang Yaoshi was thinking this and closed his eyes in regret, the tip of the sword cut open his clothes and stopped the moment it touched his skin.

"No!"

At this time, Feng Heng's voice also sounded in surprise.

Ji Boyi had no intention of killing him in the first place. After touching the tip of the sword, he sheathed the sword. Even he himself was immersed in the artistic conception of this sword, that kind of majestic sword intention with God's will in hand and invincibility.

.It's a pity that after sheathing the sword, he also retreated from this artistic conception and could no longer ponder it.

Holding back the sigh in his heart, Ji Boyi saluted Huang Yaoshi, who looked stunned, and then returned to his ship.

When he and Huang Yaoshi were fighting, Wu Shizhong had already led his elite soldiers to kill all the remaining water thieves. These thieves who only knew how to bully the common people could not compare with the elite Yue family army who had experienced hundreds of battles.

"My name is Huang Yaoshi, please remember it!"

When Ji Boyi ordered the soldiers to sail the ship, Huang Yaoshi finally woke up from the shock of the sword and announced his name to him.

"The poor Taoist Wang Zhongfu, the family teacher Liu Haichan!"

Ji Boyi just said his name again, and at the same time revealed his true identity. After the previous confrontation, it was confirmed that Huang Yaoshi was the descendant of the Donghai Sanren.

"So you are... Hahaha, what is the purpose of studying hard for twenty years? Is it just to lose?"
Chapter completed!