Simultaneous travel: I am a talented person in all the worlds

Chapter 19 The anger of a licking dog!

Wudang Mountain, the arena.

After fighting for dozens of moves in a short period of time, the man and the woman opened up several spaces between them again.

Mo Yu's arms hung naturally, so red that they seemed to be dripping with blood.

But his overall posture did not lose its balance at all, his eyes were still fierce, fixed on his opponent who was actively widening the distance again.

Zhou Zhiruo was breathing heavily, her white dress was soaked with sweat, and her already well-developed curves rose and fell with her breathing.

Even with her strong character, she couldn't help but feel a lingering fear when she looked at Mo Yu.

Compared to others, the martial arts talents of these two are ridiculously high. After fierce clashes with each other, their combat experience has been rising one after another!
"Go on, fight!"

After just three short breaths of breathing time, Mo Yu tore off his tattered sleeves and launched another attack with his bare arms.

"Gudu."

Zhou Zhiruo swallowed her saliva, endured the increasingly sore muscles all over her body, and forced herself to use her internal energy.

"Junior Sister Zhou, don't force it!"

Song Qingshu, who was watching from the sidelines, could see that Zhou Zhiruo's condition was nearing its limit, and couldn't help but offer some advice.

Zhou Zhiruo glanced at him coldly from the side, her internal energy running through her meridians which were slightly tingling, and without even turning her head, she charged into Mo Yu.

boom! boom! boom!
In an instant, three palms collided with each other.

Each punch is faster than the last, and each palm is heavier than the last!
Start with a head-on punch!
A palm strike that pierces the heart!
Turn around and strike with a slanting palm!
It is both hard and soft, with infinite changes. Wherever the mind moves, the energy will go!
Zhou Zhiruo then pushed the Emei Golden Summit Palm to its extreme, adding the support of her internal energy.

With three palm strikes, Mo Yu was injured, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Hurt! He's hurt!

Zhou Zhiruo was cheered up.

Yes, without internal strength, people are just flesh and blood after all.

How could one withstand a fight of this level!
Even though Mo Yu's Wudang Mian Zhang has reached the realm of perfection, the yin and yang follow each other without rigidity or stagnation, and can adapt to any shape and overcome hardness with softness.

However, due to the difference in basic numerical values, he was ultimately unable to completely remove the power.

The remaining force is enough to cause him harm!

Can win!
Will win!
"Senior Brother Mo Yu, you must be defeated!!"

Zhou Zhiruo saw the chance of victory, and her fighting spirit instantly reached its peak. She immediately summoned all the remaining strength in her body.

The last power!
The state of perfection!

Golden Top Palm, Wipe Eyebrows, Whip and Chop Fist!
"Hahahahahahahaha, exciting, exciting!"

Mo Yu smiled.

A wild smile appeared on his face, which had always been expressionless.

The body trembles, using the shaking force to eliminate internal injuries and allow the qi and blood to flow smoothly.

Immediately afterwards, Mo Yu began to circulate his qi and blood.

Qi and blood push!

Full strength!

Wudang Mian Zhang·Qing Long Emerges from Water with Bright Claws!
Both sides attacked almost at the same time, and Zhou Zhiruo's attack speed was even faster.

Song Qingshu in the audience suddenly started cursing.

"Mo Yu, you vile, shameless, despicable bastard!"

A bystander sees things more clearly. Zhou Zhiruo, who was in a state of rage, suddenly reacted after hearing Song Qingshu's curse.

Previously, because of the length of her arms, she was almost defeated by Mo Yu in one move.

Mo Yu's heart-piercing palm strike went straight to his heart, although his movements were faster and stronger.

But Zhou Zhiruo glanced down and saw the bulge at the tip of her shoe blocked from view.

Mo Yu's arm length advantage plus Zhou Zhiruo's body curves.

Even if she attacked faster, Mo Yu would definitely hit her target first in the end!
For the first time, Zhou Zhiruo was troubled by her body shape, but she had to change her tactics temporarily, switching from chopping fists to grappling.

The snow-white arms were like two spirit snakes, instantly wrapping around Mo Yu's blood-red Qilin arms.

She used so much force that the tips of her ten fingers pierced deeply through Mo Yu's tough skin, and bright red blood stained Zhou Zhiruo's nails.

Mo Yu's fingertips were less than an inch away from Zhou Zhiruo's chest, but his arms were locked tightly by her, making it impossible for him to move an inch.

Zhou Zhiruo breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking up, she saw a slightly cunning and ferocious smile on the face of the Taoist named Mo Yu. She suddenly thought of something.

He put his claws together to form a palm, and pointed his fingertips at Zhou Zhiruo's heart.

'This posture, that move!'

She was shocked and grabbed Mo Yu's arm, trying to push his arm away.

However, it was too late -

Inch strength, open the mountain!
"Push the Qi and blood, break it for me!"

A roar hit Zhou Zhiruo's eardrums. This time, the iron fist did not stop and burst out with powerful force in an instant.

Ten scarlet scratches left only a few scraps of skin.

Under Song Qingshu's furious gaze, Mo Yu's iron fist fiercely hit the chest of Zhou Zhiruo, the goddess in his heart.

Pour the violent and violent strength into her heart without reservation!

"No! Zhiruo!!"

Song Qingshu couldn't bear it any longer, and he used his internal energy to rush onto the field in an instant.

He struck Mo Yu's right arm with a heavy palm, wanting to break, cut, and chop into pieces the dog's claw that was stuck in his goddess' chest!
On the other hand, Mo Yu.

Understand the propulsion of qi and blood, which is different from internal force, and defeat the enemy with one punch.

His fighting spirit broke through the shackles of limits.

A huge increase! A huge increase! A huge surge!
Fight, fight, fight, fight!
"Big Brother, let's fight again!"

With his internal strength and blood intertwined, Mo Yu pulled out his right arm that was stuck in Zhou Zhiruo's arms without any reluctance, and then rushed forward to meet Song Qingshu's heavy palm.

Among the young disciples of Wudang and Emei, Song Qingshu was the only one who had practiced advanced internal skills such as Wudang Nine Yang Gong in advance, as well as all the martial arts such as Wudang Changquan, Mian Zhang, Circling Finger Soft Sword Technique, Soft Cloud Sword Technique, etc., which were enough to constitute a school.

Only then will Mo Yu be qualified to fight with all his strength without any restrictions!

He felt Mo Yu's crazy fighting spirit, as well as Song Qingshu's murderous intent because the goddess was severely injured.

Song Yuanqiao, who was watching the fight, couldn't help but stand up, wanting to stop this battle that was about to turn from a competition into a life-and-death fight.

"Brother, calm down."

Yu Lianzhou spoke up to stop Song Yuanqiao's actions.

"After suppressing his internal energy for several fierce battles, Mo Yu suddenly released it, entering a state similar to enlightenment. This battle may allow him to raise his strength to a higher level."

Upon hearing this, Song Yuanqiao frowned and looked at the two people on the field. With his eyesight, how could he not see Mo Yu's current condition.

"However, both Qingshu and Moyu are the most outstanding disciples of our Wudang Sect. If two tigers fight, they might lose..."

Song Yuanqiao didn't say anything else, but everyone present understood what he meant.

As the acting leader of the Wudang Sect, Song Yuanqiao wanted to stop the fight, not just because he was worried about his son's safety, but more from the perspective of the sect's development.

As a result of this battle, no matter whether Song Qingshu or Mo Yu fell into a negative state, it would be a huge loss for the Wudang Sect.

"With us elders watching over us, there won't be any accidents, not to mention the old master himself."

Zhang Songxi also started to persuade them.

In his opinion, young eagles always have to face the wind and rain. No matter how critical today's competition is, it will never compare to the bloody storm in the martial arts world.

What's more, do you really think that Zhang Sanfeng completely lost control of Wudang by going into seclusion?

(End of this chapter)