I am Zhao Zhijing, a poor Taoist priest, and I have disciples all over the world.

Chapter 131 Both sides suffer losses
Huang Rong saw that she failed to use the opponent's force, and her mind raced. When fighting with others, she never relied only on her martial arts skills, but also on her own calculations and strategies, which were also of great help.

It turned out that this move of "flattening the dog's back" was not very effective. Huang Rong had already twisted her waist and turned around, causing the bamboo stick to rise. This time it was not a move of the dog-beating stick, but the Jade Flute Sword Technique of Peach Blossom Island, which went straight to pierce Zhao Zhijing's left arm.

When using a bamboo stick to perform sword techniques, although the tip of the stick cannot hurt people like the tip of a sword, it is easy to control the acupoints as long as the internal force is transmitted through the body of the stick.

"Huang Rong's martial arts skills are already quite good, and her ability to respond to emergencies is first-rate. Even if my martial arts skills are two or three points higher than hers, I cannot guarantee that I will be able to defeat her."

Zhao Zhijing held the sword in his right hand. If he used his left arm to block the stick directly, he would not have to worry about breaking his arm even if his acupoints were blocked, and he would have the upper hand. However, it would be a bit cheating to deal with it in this way.

This thought flashed through his mind, and Zhao Zhijing still chose to turn his sword circle, but the sword body stabbed out in an arc, blocking the attack at an angle.

The stick and sword collided with a loud bang. Although Zhao Zhijing used his sword moves to dissipate a lot of the force, the long sword was still vibrating and buzzing under such a shock.

Huang Rong knew that she must not be entangled by the soft power of the opponent's sword. When this attack failed, she immediately stopped and switched from sword to stick techniques, relying on the eight techniques of "tripping, chopping, entanglement, poking, picking, leading, blocking, and turning" to deal with the long sword.

Judging from the moves alone, Zhao Zhijing really couldn't break it for the time being, but as the saying goes, only by not contending can no one in the world contend with him, he took this as the key to never deviating from the essence of things, and he became open-minded.

The emerald green bamboo sticks formed a shadow when waved, and the onlookers only felt the strong wind blowing on their faces in the pine trees of the forest.

Zhao Zhijing remained unmoved, swirling his sword in a circle, guarding his position perfectly.

Every move was like drawing a thin line, which was initially submerged in the forest wind, but every time it was about to collapse, more continuous thin lines would fill in.

These thin lines are entangled and intertwined with each other, gradually forming an airtight curtain. No matter how loud the wind is, it will eventually return to calm.

Huang Rong only felt that the originally light bamboo stick in her hand was becoming heavier and heavier. Occasionally, when she swung the stick, if she did not use enough internal strength, she would be swayed by the opponent's sword, making it difficult for her to fully display the original magical effect.

"Forget it. If we continue to fight, it will not end well. Taoist Zhao has such martial arts skills. Whether we deal with the Fairness Sect or resist the Mongolian army in the future, it will be a great help to my husband and me."

"Let's just stick to the original plan and lose this battle!"

Huang Rong knew clearly that she should switch from offense to defense, but her attack became more fierce, and her stick technique was no longer as smooth and fluent as before, and the flaw in her right shoulder was exposed.

Although Zhao Zhijing saw this flaw, he remembered that Huang Rong did not act according to the plan, and he was unsure in his heart, and the flaw disappeared in an instant.

"Master Zhao, it's not easy to do it. It seems I have to hint more obviously."

Huang Rong used the same trick again, deliberately exposing her right shoulder between moves.

Zhao Zhijing was sure of it now, and before he could draw his sword, he shouted, "Come on!"

The sword was as swift as a meteor, piercing through the sky full of stick shadows and hitting Huang Rong's right shoulder.

Such a sudden change left everyone present with no time to react, until Huang Rong took two steps back, covered her right shoulder tightly with her left hand, and looked like she couldn't even hold the dog-beating stick in her hand steadily, then exclamations rang out one after another.

Guo Fu was obviously frightened for a moment, tears streaming down her face. Just as she was about to step forward, the evil Taoist priest had no intention of stopping and stabbed at her again with his sword.

"Leave someone!"

Guo Jing suddenly took a step forward, standing between Zhao Zhijing and his wife. He slightly bent his left leg, drew a circle in the air with his right palm, and then pushed out straight out. This was the "Arrogant Dragon Will Regret" move from the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.

As he stomped on the ground, dust rose up and rocks and earth flew everywhere. It was obvious that he was really angry.

It seemed that Zhao Zhijing was not prepared for Guo Jing's sudden attack. If he wanted to attack Huang Rong again, this palm would have to hit his vital point on the chest.

In desperation, he had to forcibly turn the sword around, holding the sword tightly with his left hand, and fought with no room for tricks.

"Kala La!" The long sword in Zhao Zhijing's hand broke into pieces. Even so, he took several steps back before he could stabilize his body. Then his throat moved, as if he had internal injuries and wanted to vomit blood, but he gritted his teeth and swallowed it hard.

"Master!"

Now even Zhao Zhijing's disciples were frightened and wanted to step forward to protect him in case Guo Jing attacked him again.

"return to!"

Zhao Zhijing scolded with a sullen face, threw the remaining hilt of the sword in his hand heavily to the ground, stepped forward and said: "It seems that I am still qualified to learn the unique skill of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms of Hero Guo!"

Guo Fu had already rushed to her mother's side and asked about her injuries with tears in her eyes, but Huang Rong kept covering her right shoulder and refused to speak.

Guo Jing glanced at his wife and said in a deep voice, "In a duel, we should stop when the time is right. Not only did you wield the sword to commit a violent act, but you are also going to do something vicious?"

Huang Rong's face was serious, but she still found it funny when she saw her husband's expression. "It's really a bit difficult for the honest brother Jing to act out such a big drama."

"But Taoist Zhao is indeed a wonderful person. If I hadn't known about it in advance, I'm afraid I would have kept it a secret too."

Like Huang Rong, Zhao Zhijing was also worried that something might go wrong with the honest man Guo Jing, so he thought it would be best to talk less and finish the fight quickly.

"If we talk about wielding a sword to commit a crime, that was the weapon that Gang Leader Huang used first!"

"There is no point in talking any more. I am here to learn from Master Guo's superior skills!"

Zhao Zhijing seemed to have lost his mind because of his injury. He flashed in front of Guo Jing and used his Frost-breaking Ice Palm to attack the other's chest acupoint.

Guo Jing also did not dodge or retreat, but used the move of "Seeing the Dragon in the Sky" to go straight forward.

"Oh!"

Both of them had extremely strong internal energy, and when they faced each other, their strength dispersed in all directions, causing the sleeves and hems of their robes to swing violently, making rustling sounds.

The gust of wind created by it spread in all directions, and the disciples with weaker internal strength felt their breathing stagnate.

Yang Guo was so frightened that his face turned pale. Master and Uncle Guo were the two people he respected the most in the world, and now they were actually using their most dangerous internal skills!

But among the people present, even if Huang Rong was not injured, it would be impossible for her to untie the two men with her internal strength. Now either one of them would be seriously injured, or both would be injured.

Everyone almost held their breath, when suddenly Guo Jing shouted and pushed Zhao Zhijing out.

"Let's stop here today, to avoid being accused of taking advantage of others!"

"If Taoist Zhao wants to get back at you in the future, I, Guo Jing, will be waiting for you in Xiangyang anytime!"

Zhao Zhijing looked at him resentfully. To outsiders, it was obvious that he was unable to speak due to the disordered internal breath. The disciples were afraid that Guo Jing would suddenly attack, or that the master would not let it go, so they simply stood in front of the master.

Guo Jing supported Huang Rong and took Guo Fu with him, and the three of them went down the mountain without looking back.

"Help the master return to the quiet room."

Zhao Zhijing saw Guo Jing and the others leave, then he spoke slowly, his steps staggering, as if he had suffered serious internal injuries.

(End of this chapter)