Reborn Tianlong: I practice martial arts for immortality

The front half hit Jiang Weichen's chest, then bounced back and slashed across Deng Baichuan's face, leaving a long cut.

The long sword broke, and Deng Baichuan, holding the remaining half of the sword, couldn't control the forward force and rushed towards Jiang Weichen.

Jiang Weichen finally stretched out his hands from behind his back and slapped out with a palm.

boom! !

Deng Baichuan flew in a parabola like a human cannonball and landed on the square below the steps.

Jiang Weichen did not kill him, but used gentle palm power to only knock him away without hurting him.

"Brother, how come you lost in just one move?" Bao Bu Tong hurriedly ran forward to help Deng Baichuan up, and even forgot to say his catchphrase 'No, no'.

Deng Baichuan didn't seem to have suffered any internal injuries. Thinking of the boast he made before the fight, his face flushed as he said, "Alas, I underestimated him. I couldn't break his defense."

Bao Bu Tong immediately said, "That's not right, Brother Deng. The sword moves with such a light agility that you couldn't break his defense. It's the weapon's fault, not the person's. I'll do it this time."

After Bao Bu Tong finished speaking, he immediately took seven or eight steps and ran towards Jiang Weichen.

Deng Baichuan knew Bao Bu Tong was just trying to comfort himself. Seeing his third brother rushing forward, he quickly called out, "Third brother, only by attacking his weak spot can we have a chance of breaking through his defense."

Bao Bu Tong replied, "No, no, how would I know where his weakness is? I'll just chop at his eyes."

After saying this, Bao Bu Tong was already within ten feet of Jiang Weichen. He immediately drew his sword from its sheath, and the blade gleamed faintly, like the morning sun. Then he held the sword with both hands and slashed forward.

The blade was heading straight for Jiang Weichen's eyes, which was still a weak point in the defense.

Jiang Weichen leaned back, and the long knife passed by his forehead an inch. Jiang Weichen flicked the knife with his finger.

clang! !

The originally straight-edged long sword suddenly changed direction with the help of the true energy and physical strength, and went straight towards Bao Bu Tong's face.

Bao Bu Tong tried his best to control it, but in the end, there was still a snapping sound.

The blade hit his head directly, and the front half of the blade kept shaking back and forth, hitting him several times in a row.

Bao Bu Tong couldn't control his long sword, and not only did he not hit the enemy, but he also hurt himself.

Fortunately, it was just the blade. If it was the edge of a knife, wouldn’t his head have been split open by now?

Bao Bu Tong was terrified. He kept saying "No, no, no" to calm himself down before shouting, "No, no, no, aren't you going to test your defenses and let us break through them?"

Jiang Weichen didn't reply and looked at Bao Bu Tong as if he was a fool.

Bao Bu Tong knew that he was being unreasonable. How could he remain indifferent when attacking someone's defensive weaknesses? But he snorted coldly, "Come again."

Bao Bu Tong knew from the snap of his fingers just now that Jiang Weichen's strength was far above his.

It was already impossible for him to break through his defense through the weak point, but he still wanted to test how strong Jiang Weichen's defense was.

So this time he did not attack the weak point, but retreated three feet, then adjusted his breath and took a running start in an instant.

When he was about ten feet away, he stomped his feet on the ground, and his body leaped up like a roc spreading its wings. He held the long sword in both hands and chopped it hard at Jiang Weichen's shoulder.

Bao Bu Tong, who was in mid-air, shouted at a very fast speed: "Don't dodge my sword if you dare. If you can block it, I will admit that you are powerful."

He had nowhere to gain leverage in mid-air, and if Jiang Weichen took the opportunity to attack, his move would be ineffective.

Moreover, if Jiang Weichen wanted to kill him, now would be the best time, so he provoked him with such words.

Chunhua looked at Bao Bu Tong's powerful and heavy knife and felt a little worried. Seeing that his elder brother was still standing there without dodging, he couldn't help but shout, "Brother, don't fall for his provocation."

Jiang Weichen's eyes were slightly solemn, and he circulated his true energy to slightly increase the defense of his left shoulder.

He was not showing off, nor was he provoked by someone else.

Bao Bu Tong's realm was just at the late stage of the innate realm, similar to his own. Jiang Weichen wanted to test whether Bao Bu Tong's extraordinary sword strike could break through the defense of his Golden Bell Cover.

If the defense cannot even defend against attacks from people of the same realm, then what is the point of practicing?

Jiang Weichen watched Bao Bu Tong leap to a height of ten feet, then he gripped the long sword tightly and poured his true energy into his hands.

Jiang Weichen stared intently at the heavy and sharp blade that slowly fell.

The long hair on her shoulders and the clothes on her body were all blown back by the wind from the sword.

The dust on the ground around his body flew towards his back.

Dust was flying behind me, but the area in front of me became extremely clean.

Jiang Weichen seemed to be frightened and stood there motionless.

Bao Bu Tong in the air admired Jiang Weichen's courage for daring to take his blow with his body, and immediately shouted, "Good man."

But he didn't hold back his strength at all, instead he shouted, "Kill!"

A loud shout not only disturbs the other person's mind, but also enhances one's own momentum.

Then Bao Bu Tong, who was about to fall to the ground, swung his hands violently. This knife gathered all his strength, true energy, and gravity. It was definitely a blow that far exceeded his own strength.

Chunhua's pretty face turned pale and she closed her eyes in fear.

The people of the Supreme Alliance around them saw that the knife had not yet reached them, but dust was flying in the field, which showed the power of the knife.

They didn't understand why the leader didn't dodge? Why did he insist on taking the blow?

clang! !

A loud crashing sound was heard, echoing clearly on the mountainside.

Jiang Weichen felt a buzzing in his left ear and a slight pain in his shoulder.

Click! !

The long sword in Bao Bu Tong's hand was instantly broken by the recoil force.

The front half of the blade was repelled into the air.

Hiss! !

The back half of the blade directly cut through Jiang Weichen's clothes along his left shoulder.

Bao Bu Tong half-knelt in front of Jiang Weichen.

Bang! !

Half of the knife handle fell to the ground in an instant. Bao Bu Tong looked at his hands with skin torn and flesh exposed, his face full of surprise and shock.

The greater the force with which the knife falls, the greater the recoil force.

Under this recoil force, he tried his best to control the sword, but the sword broke instantly.

The handle of the knife kept vibrating. The harder he gripped it, the stronger the tearing sensation became, and eventually the skin on his hand holding the knife was torn.

Chapter 190: Playing the Pig to Eat the Tiger?

Hearing the sound, Chunhua opened one eye worriedly, and when he saw that his elder brother was fine, he breathed a sigh of relief.

The others all gasped and stood still. No one else could break through their defense. How powerful was the leader?

Some were delighted, while others were terrified and quickly suppressed their dissatisfaction.

Niu Chang asked in confusion: "Dad, why doesn't the leader hide?"

Niu Gui, who already had white hair, replied enviously, "You don't understand. We who practice horizontal external skills have endured countless hardships and sufferings along the way.

If I don't see any results, wouldn't all those decades of daily training have been in vain? "

Niu Chang was very confused and asked, "So, to practice horizontal external martial arts, you have to stand there and let others hit you? Isn't that masochism?"

Niu Gui said angrily: "What do you know? You watch others fight until they are exhausted, but you can't get hurt at all.

Seeing that the opponent dislikes me but can't do anything to me, that sense of accomplishment is a recognition of my decades of practice.

This isn't torture, but enjoyment, the satisfaction of finally achieving something after decades of practice."

Niu Chang still couldn't understand this feeling, but when he thought about his father who was also practicing external skills, he immediately said:

"Dad, then go back and stand still and let me attack you. I will satisfy you."

Niu Gui turned around and said angrily, "Get lost, you unfilial son! I exchanged my contribution for a sword for you, and you want to use this sword against me?"

His iron shirt did not have any internal energy training, and without the blessing of internal energy, it was purely a membrane defense, which could defend against ordinary weapons, but not against sharp swords.

Niu Chang was puzzled and then shouted in dissatisfaction: "Didn't you say it was enjoyment and satisfaction? I asked you to enjoy yourself, how is that unfilial?"

Niu Gui said angrily, "How can I compete with the leader? The leader can just stand there and let others chop him down, but I can't do that."

Murong Fu, who was in the audience, closed his folding fan and said in shock, "How is this possible? The seventh level of the Golden Bell Cover? Or the eighth level? With the energy flowing through his body, he could break the sword's blade with just the force of the recoil?"

When Deng Baichuan used his sword just now, Murong Fu did not see clearly what kind of external skills Jiang Weichen was practicing.

But at this time, Jiang Weichen's clothes were cut in half by the long knife, and he saw that his skin membrane looked like golden light.

This is the effect of the Golden Bell Cover's true energy flowing through the membranes of the entire body.

Bao Bu Tong heard the Master's words and, without a doubt, exclaimed in surprise, "Golden Bell Cover? The eighth level? Master Xuanming, the head monk of Shaolin Arhat Hall, practices the Golden Bell Cover, but Xuanming has only reached the seventh level."

Deng Baichuan also exclaimed: "How is this possible? He is not a Shaolin disciple, how could he have inherited the Golden Bell Cover?"

You should know that the Golden Bell Cover is Shaolin's top martial art. Without a certain status in Shaolin, it is impossible to learn the Golden Bell Cover.

Moreover, even if one has status, few people are willing to practice because it is too difficult.

Currently, the one in Shaolin who has practiced the Golden Bell Cover to the highest level is Xuanming, and he is only at the seventh level.

Jiang Weichen frowned slightly when he heard what the three people said. He was just testing his defense.

But Murong Fu was well-read and had read many martial arts secrets, which revealed the fact that he knew the Golden Bell Cover.

So many people at the scene heard it, and Murong Fu would not keep it a secret for him. It seemed like there would be trouble in the future.

But he is not too worried. Since the Sweeping Monk will not take action, Jiang Weichen is not so afraid of the other monks now.

Jiang Weichen looked at Bao Bu Tong in front of him and said, "Back off. Your sword strike didn't break my defense, so further attacks will be useless."

Bao Bu Tong was quite frank and said with a bow, "My skills are inferior to yours, so I apologize for my poor performance."

Then he picked up the half of the knife handle on the ground, looked at the half of the blade that fell in the distance, and went over to pick it up.

After walking up to Murong Fu, he bowed his hands in shame and said, "Master, I have embarrassed you."

Murong Fu nodded calmly and replied, "Don't blame Third Brother Bao, the Golden Bell Cover's initial attack on the body is not surprising at this point.

However, after cultivating true Qi, he focused on cultivating the power of recoil. The defense became stronger and stronger, and even strong people of the same level were often unable to break it.