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

At the top of Mount Huashan, three sword fights were held. At this time, people from the martial arts world could be seen walking back and forth everywhere on the mountainside and at the foot of the mountain, all waiting to see who would become the number one in the world.

At the top, Zhou Botong and Guo Jing competed in boxing, and Hong Qigong and Zhao Zhijing competed in weapons.

Hong Qigong seldom displayed the Beggar Gang's unique skill, the Dog Beating Stick Technique, in front of others, but he believed that he knew Zhao Zhijing's internal strength well, so he did not use the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, but took out the Dog Beating Stick, wanting to compete in moves first.

In fact, for masters like the Five Greatest Masters of the World, there is not much difference between using weapons or not during a fight. It's just that Hong Qigong's attack is fierce, and he consumes a lot of internal energy right from the start. So no matter who wins or loses this round, both will suffer in the next decisive battle.

Zhao Zhijing drew his sword and waited attentively. He had seen Huang Rong use this stick technique before and remembered the exquisite moves clearly.

When they faced each other again, they had the additional skill of the Dugu Nine Swords, which could be used for offense as well as defense, combined with the Tai Chi sword technique of defense as offense. Even though Hong Qigong was experienced in stick skills, he couldn't gain any advantage at the very beginning of the fight.

"Good boy!"

When Hong Qigong saw this kind of swordsmanship for the first time, he felt as if he was in the universe. The only people who had ever seen using swordsmanship as good as Huang Yaoshi's Yuxiao swordsmanship and Wang Chongyang's Quanzhen swordsmanship were incomparable in terms of sword intent alone.

Huang Yaoshi and Master Yideng on the side were equally amazed. With their experience, they couldn't even figure out the details of this sword technique, which meant that it could only be Zhao Zhijing's own creation.

"Well done, well done. Taoist Zhao is a genius. Just based on this set of swordsmanship, he already has the aura of a master."

Huang Yaoshi did not say anything. It was indeed extremely rare for Zhao Zhijing to create such a sword technique at his age.

But the Dog Beating Stick Technique is also extremely exquisite, and has been perfected by successive leaders of the Beggars' Sect. It is bound to be more profound than Zhao Zhijing's sword technique, which has been created for who knows how long.

"I couldn't defeat that fool Guo Jing with 300 moves back then, and now it seems I can't defeat Zhao Zhijing either. I'm getting old!"

Although Hong Qigong sighed in his heart, his competitive spirit was still strong. After all, the Thirty-Six Moves of the Dog Beating Stick Technique were full of mysteries, especially the last move "No Dog in the World", which was both offensive and defensive, unparalleled and unmatched, and had reached the pinnacle of martial arts.

The shadows of the sticks were like dragons, and the swords were like meteors. The two of them fought back and forth, stirring up a whirlpool in the open space of two meters square. It was like waves without wind, and even the strong wind from the top of the mountain couldn't blow in a bit.

Suddenly, the sound of sword rang out like a phoenix's cry in the sky. The cold light turned into a torrential rain. Seven swords were struck out in succession. The Dog Beating Stick faced forward. In an instant, green shadows and cold stars intertwined into one. The two forces intersected and suddenly a loud noise was heard.

"No more fighting! No more fighting!"

Over there, the Old Boy was originally fighting with Guo Jing, but Guo Jing had no new moves except the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms and the Kongming Fist. Even the Nine Yin Scriptures were not surprising in Zhou Botong's eyes.

Seeing Hong Qigong and Zhao Zhijing fighting so vigorously, he could not suppress his curiosity. He shouted and jumped out of the circle, leaving Guo Jing behind, and instead stared at the competition with wide eyes.

"You are such a dishonest little idiot. You didn't even tell me that you have such a powerful sword technique. How despicable!"

"Silence, old naughty boy."

Huang Yaoshi rebuked him in a low voice. Although Hong Qigong and the other two would not risk their lives, a fight between two masters would not tolerate the slightest negligence, so he did not allow the Old Boy to disturb them.

"Boy, you also take this move from me!"

Seeing that Zhou Botong had stopped, Hong Qigong was unwilling to continue fighting. Although there were many variations of the Dog Beating Stick Technique, they all remained essentially the same and there was no need to use all of them.

So after blocking Zhao Zhijing's seven consecutive swords that were stabbed out according to the Tiangang Big Dipper, the shadows of the sticks in the sky suddenly dissipated like the wind stopping and the rain stopping, and a moment later they turned into three heads and six arms, roaring and attacking from all directions.

This move is the sixth change of There Is No Dog in the World, and is also the final trick of the Dog Beating Stick Technique. It combines the real and the fake, and yin and yang. It is the culmination of all martial arts moves in the world today. Huang Rong did not use it during their last fight.

Zhao Zhijing was prepared, knowing that even someone as strong as Ouyang Feng would need a whole night to break this move, so he held the scabbard in his hand, waiting for this moment.

Zhao Zhijing's left hand trembled, and the scabbard broke into pieces, and then turned into a rain of flowers that met the impenetrable shadow of the stick. Although it collapsed at the touch, it also revealed the weak points that were difficult to distinguish. "The young are formidable."

Huang Yaoshi sighed softly, and the long sword in Zhao Zhijing's right hand turned into a flying rainbow, hitting the flaws in the stick techniques at all times. The sword energy and the stick wind collided with each other, directly blasting the gravel and soil under the feet of the two into powder.

"It's no use being a beggar. After all, the world belongs to your generation!"

Judging from the moves alone, this attack actually ended in a draw. However, in Hong Qigong's opinion, with Zhao Zhijing's comprehension, since he had seen the entire set of Dog Beating Stick Technique, it would only be a matter of time before he could crack it.

"Seventh Lord, you are so humbled. I am ashamed of you."

Since Hong Qigong had not lost, it would have been reasonable for him to use the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms in the competition again, but he simply withdrew from the competition to avoid suspicion. His magnanimity and broad-mindedness are worthy of a master.

"Alright, alright, you two little ones, hurry up and fight. After you're done, get down the mountain and eat!"

Guo Jing and Zhou Botong also ended in a draw, but since the latter voluntarily withdrew, it was natural for Guo Jing to enter the final battle.

Zhou Botong watched the two of them go to the field, and suddenly remembered something, and reminded them: "Use whatever skills you have, otherwise I won't recognize you as the old naughty boy!"

Except for Zhao Zhijing, everyone else present had learned the Nine Yin Scriptures. Guo Jing's Kongming Fist was inherited from Zhou Botong, and Zhao Zhijing's One Yang Finger was taught by Master Yideng.

If the two of them were to be restrained by their own prejudices and were unwilling to use all they had learned, the excitement of the performance would definitely be greatly reduced.

"Brother Guo, let's fight with all our strength!"

"Brother Zhao, you and I don't have to hold back!"

Zhao Zhijing and Guo Jing admired each other, and started calling each other brothers, and couldn't help but smile at each other.

Guo Jing took the lead in attacking, using the Dragon Subduing Palm with his right hand and the Kongming Fist with his left hand, combining hardness and softness, cleverness and clumsiness, and really giving it his all.

Zhao Zhijing also fought back with the Left and Right Fighting Technique, using Tai Chi against the Dragon Subduing Palm and the Dugu Nine Swords against the Kongming Fist.

The two men knew each other's martial arts inside out, so now they were competing to see who could show as few flaws as possible and have the most profound skills. Although the scene was not as exciting as before, it was far more intense. The energy of both sides was everywhere, directly blowing away the fierce gale.

"After two consecutive battles, these two guys are even stronger!"

Huang Yaoshi and others were watching the fight. They saw the grass and trees on the top of the mountain flying around, gradually forming a yin-yang diagram around the two people in the field. The boundary was clear and no one could advance even a bit.

"Be careful!"

Seeing that he could not win, Guo Jing suddenly thrust out with both palms, using the move "Kang Long You Hui" and pushed out like a tidal wave.

Zhao Zhijing only felt the air around him stagnate, and then a tsunami rushed towards him. The sword technique was difficult to break, so he simply threw the sword out and drew a circle with both hands at the same time, taking the move head-on.

Guo Jing's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms was extremely powerful, and Zhao Zhijing's internal strength was unparalleled in the world. The Yin-Yang diagram suddenly merged into one, and the clouds above seemed to stop for a moment.

"Buzz!"

A muffled sound spread straight to the mountainside, and even people as strong as Huang Yaoshi had to use their internal energy to resist it. The two people in the field each retreated several steps, but were still evenly matched.

"My skills have stopped here. Brother Zhao, please help me!" (End of this chapter)