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Chapter 422: The Bloody Martial Arts Conference
The soft sword was like a poisonous dragon. While it released thousands of sword shadows, it also emitted invisible sword energy tainted with poison.

The broadsword was like a golden shield, emitting a thousand-foot-long golden light while also emitting golden light waves that contained the power of [healing].

The evil sword and the golden knife collide!

The sword energy collides with the light shield!
In the bamboo house, Wuyazi held a feather fan and explained, "The Divine Sword Shadowless Curse, rather than the sword energy hiding the poison, it is better to say that the poison has transformed into the sword energy."

"This poison is brewed by the jealousy, resentment and unwillingness of the human heart."

"The spell of quick healing is more about the inspiration of enlightenment than compassion."

"Because of letting go of the painful past life, it can remove the poison in people's hearts and release the sharpness of the poisonous sword."

"But Zhan Mu's life is too perfect. His healing spell is just a manifestation of his perfect life. I'm afraid——"

As soon as Wuyazi finished speaking, Zhan Mu's broadsword was knocked away and he fell from the stage.

His wife, Li Li, jumped onto the protruding part of the ring and caught her husband.

The smile on Xi Fuzi's face, which was originally showing his big white teeth, instantly faded, and he fell to the other side of the ring in a daze.

"Zhan Mu lost the competition, but won life."

Wuyazi was inspired to write this.

Li Lin, also known as Bagir, was also very impressed. The Shadowless Strike and Rapid Healing were both invented by Snape.

The former is the antidote to the latter.

Wuyazi's comments not only commented on the nature of the spell, but also seemed to comment on the two stages of Snape's life.

The outspokenness in youth and the disappointment in love.

The despair in middle age and the partial relief from past life.

Perhaps when Snape's sharp sword cut off George's ear, it was not because his hand was shaking, but because the spell itself sensed his enemy (George took the Polyjuice Potion and was in Harry's appearance).

The word "Against Enemies" was marked on the back of the potions textbook where Shenfeng Wuying was born - naturally it was James Potter.

The spell that was created because of James Potter eventually found its way to the ears of someone who looked like him.

Wuyazi is worthy of being the author of the "Mantra Sutra". He clearly only knew three mantras (before writing them), but he could easily grasp the information of each mantra and even understood their essence.

Snape himself must have been extremely impressed after listening to Wuyazi's explanation.

Of course, it's only in the mind. As for the external expression, it would probably be pulling out the magic wand and connecting an Avada.

The subsequent competitions were not as exciting as the one between Zhan Mu and Xi Fuzi.

After all, Zhan Mu and Xi Fuzi are people who have a wonderful connection with the creator of the spell, so they can exert the power of the spell to such an extent.

Most martial artists use their martial arts to control spells.

Even the beggar dynasty and the Buddhist country are no exception.

And because Qiao Feng, an outstanding graduate from both Shaolin and Beggars' Sect training schools, was present.

People from the Beggar Dynasty and the Buddhist Kingdom should not go too far and most of them would stop at the right time.

It was called a competition, but the actual performance was more like a martial arts display.

There were almost no collisions between some dangerous spells.

Most of the martial artists in the audience also noticed this.

If this was the era before spells became popular, this kind of 'you take one move, I take one move' display of moves would be enough to justify the price of the ticket.

But nowadays, when everyone knows how to cast spells, and all trump cards and martial arts are centered around spells, this is a bit boring.

So what if every move is dangerous and can kill you? There are many doctors in the audience who can cast healing spells. It is obvious that they are just being lazy and just pretending to be skilled.

No matter how exquisite your martial arts skills are, can you withstand my being torn into pieces and eat my Avada?

You are an expert swordsman, how will you respond if I use a disarming spell?

So, when Feng Bo'e shouted, "What a woman's trick, get off the stage," many martial artists expressed their agreement.

There are also some who remain silent, mostly because of the power of the Qi Dynasty and the Buddhist Kingdom, and because they themselves have cooperative and in-law relations with these two forces.

On the high platform.

Qiao Feng's brows furrowed. He was very happy to see the trend of only using martial arts in competitions.

He would be unhappy if anything happened to either the Beggars' Sect or Shaolin.

Emperor Song glanced at Feng Boye quietly, and asked his attendants with his eyes whether he was their man. When he received a negative answer, he almost laughed out loud.

Xuan Ci sighed, but he was not merciful.

But once the spell is used, there will be damage.

There will also be people from Shaolin among them.

Some injuries caused by spells cannot be cured by ordinary healing spells.

But the hidden dangers that Emperor Song had laid before were not in vain.

The expressions of the Beggars' Sect and Shaolin monks in the audience were eager to try.

Yan Jun Tangmu patted his bald head and said, "Finally. It's finally about to begin!"

What the Emperor of Song did might not be noticed by the martial artists such as Qichao or Foguo who used to hang out in the underworld.

But as for the rebel forces (excluding Murong Fu, who couldn't see it either) and foreign forces, they knew it clearly.

They were just waiting for this to happen.

After all the men from the Qi Dynasty and the Buddhist Kingdom were killed, they would then start making their own plans.

"I'll do it!" A Beggar Gang disciple with eight bags jumped out of the crowd.

The bags on the bodies of the Beggars' Gang members also represent their status. A disciple with nine bags means an elder, which shows how high the status of this disciple is in the Beggars' Gang.

"Let me take action." The monk from Shaolin is named Huijian.

In this generation, the seniority of Shaolin monks is arranged according to [Xuan Hui Xu Kong].

The abbot and the heads of each courtyard are mostly from the Kong generation, while the Hui generation is the backbone of Shaolin Temple.

Seeing that it was these two people who came out, although the Song Emperor on the stage kept saying "harmony is the most precious" and "Qiao Feng and Xuan Ci are both my trusted ministers", he was very happy in his heart.

Huijian slashed out with one arm. Although he was bare-handed, he was using the [Burning Wood Sword Technique].

After mastering this sword technique, one would chop a dry wood 9981 times quickly. The blade could not damage the wood at all, but the heat from the knife would ignite the wood and make a fire.

Xuan Ku was supposed to be the only one who knew this skill in the entire Shaolin Temple.

But Huijian's fundamental spell happened to be the fire spell. When the [Burning Wood Sword Technique] activated by the fire spell was performed, the heat from the sword energy made the arena under his feet emit crackling sounds as if it was burning.

The two monks in charge of maintaining the arena hurried over and cast a spell of immunity to water and fire and a spell of repair on the arena.

This eight-bag disciple is a direct disciple of Elder Wu of the Beggars' Sect. He is also good at using the inverted-tooth iron mace. The iron mace can be used in many complex ways. In addition to striking, sweeping and stabbing, he also has a unique way of locking the enemy's weapon.

But faced with the scorching blade energy coming towards him, he was at a loss as to what to do.

His basic spell is the Flying Spell. When he fights against the enemy, he likes to use his iron mace to absorb the enemy's weapons and hidden weapons, and then take down the unarmed enemy with the iron mace.

But at the moment, the enemy is unarmed.

Such a despicable method as using the Flying Spell to suck the enemy's clothes and pull the person over together may not be effective. The thousand-pound weight and light body lifting technique are the basic skills of martial arts.

A casual person in the martial arts world might not be able to do this, but it is almost impossible for disciples of major martial arts sects. Therefore, the eight-bag disciple can only focus his internal energy on the iron mace.

However, the sword energy penetrated the iron mace and knocked the eight-bag disciple away.

All this happened in a flash, and no one expected that the Eight Bags disciple would be defeated so quickly.

Fortunately, Qiao Feng waved his hand in time and a dragon shadow appeared to catch it, otherwise his life would have been in danger.

Wuyazi waved his feather fan and said, "If this monk is good at using weapons - Zen staff, rosary beads, this Beggar Gang disciple still has a chance to win. Or maybe he can figure out how to reverse the Flying Curse."

"The method of reversal?" Wang Yuyan was curious.

Wuyazi replied: "This can only be achieved if you fully comprehend the power of the spell. Even I can only reverse the power of the super memory spell into the forgetfulness spell."

"If my Animagi spell can be fully understood, the method to reverse it should be the Transfiguration Spell. From self-transfiguration to external transformation. Or it can be the ending spell that is opposite to the Transfiguration Spell, the Restoration Spell."

Different from spectators like Wuyazi.

The members of the Beggars' Sect were filled with anger.

They believed that the Shaolin monks were deliberately targeting him because the disciple was the first to go into battle and they sent someone to target him without using weapons.

Fang Buping, the helmsman of Dayong branch, pulled out a steel staff, swung a stream of energy towards the ground with his palm, and flew up to the platform with several leaps.

Before the Beggars' Sect was called the Beggars' Dynasty, it only had six branches, namely Great Benevolence, Great Righteousness, Great Courtesy, Great Wisdom, Great Faithfulness, and Great Courage.

It was only after the expansion of Age of Spell that the Suzhou branch and other branches with city names appeared.

Therefore, the leaders of these six original branches have the longest experience and have practiced more advanced martial arts.

Fang Buping was even taught the Six Styles of Dragon Subduing Palm, and combined with the additional martial arts he learned from Elder Xi, a master from the Beggars' Sect, he was ranked among the top among the helmsmen.

But in the eyes of the monks of Shaolin Temple, this was suspected of bullying the weak.

For a helmsman, his opponent should at least be a high-ranking monk of the Xuan generation.

Huijian thought the same thing. He sneered, "Why, you can't afford to lose?"

"You——" Although Fang Buping attacked in anger, his moves were not disordered.

The steel rod was handed out and pointed at Huijian.

The weapon was originally very heavy, but he lifted it as if it were light, and his moves were agile, just like a long sword.

There was a faint red light at the tip of the staff.

Huijian did not dare to be careless, he knew what spell was hidden in it - the Shattering Spell, one of the three great destructive spells.

A spell that can turn solid obstacles in front of you into powder, with the power to split mountains and rocks.

If a flesh and blood body were to come into contact with the other, it would be [shattered into pieces] just as described in the spell.

The monks in the audience couldn't help but become furious.

This is simply a fate that requires wisdom and insight.

You only know how to bully monks who can't defend against spells. If you have the guts, change it to Huikong. You won't be afraid of his protective spells at all.

Even Kyōken can do it. His fundamental spell is the same as Master Roshi's, which is the Iron Armor Curse.

Qiao Feng noticed the movement in Shaolin Temple.

He knew the power of Fang Buping's Crushing Curse, and could foresee that the monk named Huijian would most likely die.

Just as the red light became more obvious and the Crushing Spell was about to shoot out of the steel rod, he hinted with his eyes that Xuan Ci should admit defeat on his behalf, but Xuan Ci chanted Buddhist mantras and turned a blind eye.

Duan Yu, who had already reunited with his father, and had a group of sisters around him, and his father and a group of aunts opposite him, had no time to worry and chanted the Buddha's name, "Amitabha~"

The power of the disarming mantra in the Buddha's name spread throughout the entire Shaoshi Mountain.

There was a loud sound of weapons falling to the ground.

Fang Buping, who was the targeted person, also dropped his steel rod.

"It's just a duel, why bother hurting lives?"

The heroes looked in the direction where the voice came from, "Miaoyin Buddha!" ​​"It must be him!" "Only he can use the disarming spell to such an extent!"
Xiao Yuanshan breathed a sigh of relief, glad that he did not arrange his subordinates to be monks, otherwise if a bunch of hidden weapons dropped, anyone who saw them would be suspicious.

Murong Fu, also known as 'Xu Zhu', quickly picked up the sword that he had turned into a rosary.

Inside the carriage, Tang Mu, who had thrown the hidden weapon onto the carpet, had a gloomy expression on his face, "Mind your own business!"

The same is true for Fang Buping on the stage.

His fundamental spell is the Shattering Spell, one of the three great breaking spells.

The power of this spell is too strong. If he wants to use it in the palm of his hand and drive it with his own flesh and blood, his cultivation is far from enough.

It can only be driven by the fine steel rod that is carried with you.

And now, if he wanted to pick up the steel rod, Huijian's [Burning Wood Sword Technique] on the opposite side would chop him down from the air.

With martial arts alone, even the Dragon Subduing Palm, he could not compete with the [Burning Wood Sword Qi] combined with the Fire Curse.

Just as he was hesitating, he suddenly heard a voice coming from the other side.

"It is I who lost."

Huijian let go of his competitive spirit and used his lightness skills to leave the arena.

Fang Ping's face turned blue and red. He picked up the steel rod and left the ring as well.

Some members of the Beggars' Sect realized that the Shaolin monks were not hypocrites.

Some Shaolin monks suddenly discovered that the guys in the Beggars' Sect were not so hateful after all.

So, the competition returned to its original rhythm.

The Song Emperor and those conspirators on the stage almost simultaneously created a villain in their hearts for Duan Yu, hoping that he would die suddenly and never be reborn after death.

"There is still a chance." The Song Emperor glanced coldly in the direction of the Dali royal family. "The desire to be competitive and brave can be extinguished, but what about hatred?"

It was as if the seven-bag disciple of the Beggar Gang on the stage heard the voice of Emperor Song. He immediately opened the bag and threw out the poison inside that contained the power of his gut-ripping curse.

The way he shook open the sack and threw out the poison had the power of the Thirteen Styles of the Dabie Mountain Soft Whip, as well as the sheath of the Hubei Ruan family's Eighty-one Sectional Staff. It was the unique martial art of Elder Chen of the Beggars' Sect, which was vicious and cunning and hard to guard against.

The monk opposite had his body covered with poisonous creatures such as scorpions, spiders, and venomous snakes.

Then blood spurted out everywhere. Although the body was not broken, the internal organs burst out of the body.

It seemed as if the monk was no longer alive.

The crowd in the audience: "This is too cruel!" "What kind of spell is this?" "Wait for me to look through the spell book."
Wuyazi clenched his folding fan tightly. "This is the Intestine-Pulling Curse. It can be used to clear the toxins and waste in the internal organs. But it can also be used to pull the internal organs out of the body."

Tang Mu waved his fist in the carriage, "That's how it should be. Haha, now that we're dead, let's see how you guys can still play house!"

The members of the Beggars' Sect all looked at the seven-bag disciple with surprise.

The Shaolin monks were furious and wanted the Beggars' Gang to pay with their lives for their crimes.

On the high platform, Qiao Feng's face was full of disbelief, and at the same time, he was filled with anger.

Hearing the sound of the jar bursting behind him, Xuan Ci's face turned pale. He knew that someone might die in the competition, but he didn't expect it to be so tragic.

The Emperor of Song showed an expression of reluctance, but he was extremely happy in his heart.

The same thing happened to Xu Zhu who was not far away. He noticed the anger of the monks around him and thought that there was no need to wait any longer. He could stop Qiao Feng now and give others a chance to kill Emperor Song.

(End of this chapter)