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

Chapter 20 How is this possible? Impossible!
Fists and palms collided.

Different from the previous competitive battles.

Whether it was the extremely angry Song Qingshu, or the extremely eager to fight Mo Yu.

The two of them spontaneously used their internal energy to evolve qi and bombarded each other with their most powerful strength!

The soil on the ground was lifted two or three meters high by the aftermath of the internal energy, and the clothes of many disciples from both factions were blown up by the strong wind.

Zhou Zhiruo, who was too close to the battlefield, was protected by Song Qingshu behind her, and soon Bei Jinyi, the eldest disciple of Emei, came to rescue her.

But even though Song Qingshu used some of his strength to protect Zhou Zhiruo, he was not at a disadvantage when he collided with Mo Yu's internal energy with one palm.

After their strength was exhausted, their fists and palms separated.

Mo Yu lowered his eyes and savored the power lingering on the tip of his right fist.

This is the power formed by the soft palm force evolved from the Wudang Nine Yang Gong, which is better than the power evolved from his basic internal strength!
Song Qingshu turned sideways to look back at Zhou Zhiruo's situation. Seeing that Bei Jinyi protected her and used his internal energy to treat her internal injuries, he breathed a sigh of relief.

But looking at Zhou Zhiruo's pale face, the anger that had slightly subsided after a palm strike reached its peak again!

"You beast, you deserve to die!"

The only remaining trace of rationality prevented Song Qingshu from roaring out his anger, but he did not hold back at all when he struck.

"Very good, that's it, face me head-on!"

The sense of impending death made Mo Yu's scalp tingle.

But it also stimulated his fighting talent to the maximum extent.

If the duel against Zhou Zhiruo was about Mo Yu suppressing his own internal strength so that the opponent's basic attributes were slightly higher than his own, it was a competition between two martial arts geniuses who pushed their skills to the limit during the duel.

Then, when facing Song Qingshu, Mo Yu would be facing a stronger enemy who would try to cripple him without holding back!
Under such heavy pressure, what is improved is not just skills, but all-round combat effectiveness!
Both of them tried their best and fought for their lives. In the blink of an eye, dozens of moves were exchanged.

The blue dragon emerges from the water! *2
Looking for snakes in the grass! *2
Snakes and birds fighting for food! *2
Sweep away the demons! *2
Thunder and Fire Refining Palace! *2
Same palm technique, similar strength.

On this side is the war-minded Ling Xiao Wu Kuang Mo, and on the other side is the furious Yu Shura.

Fists and palms come to grab the tendons and pulses!
The combination of knees and legs crushes the internal organs and breaks bones!

The two of them focused their absolute attention on their opponents, using all their internal energy to fight them.

He moved swiftly and nimbly, and with just one step he could cover a distance of more than ten meters.

The hundred-meter-square arena was simply not big enough for two people to fight, and soon the fight spread into the crowd of onlookers.

Song Qingshu suddenly turned around and used a move to dodge and punch his ears, and his azure internal energy was almost solid.

Mo Yu reacted quickly and used a palm strike to seal his hands, sink his abdomen and crush his ribs. A green light surged within his red arms.

Song Qingshu's Piercing Ear Hammer was pressed down by Mo Yu's two palms. Neither of them gave in, and their internal energies collided.

boom!
Invisible energy swept around.

An Emei female disciple with relatively little skill was affected by the Qi force and spat out blood and flew backwards on the spot.

"Cuck!"

Mo Yu let out a strange roar and exerted all his strength to mobilize his energy and blood to the extreme, his face flushed red.

The internal strength in the palm is three times stronger, and the opponent's fists are buried in the stomach.

"Ah!"

Song Qingshu unwillingly used his internal energy to try to hold it open, his eyes bloodshot.

The stronger and more domineering internal forces collided again.
boom! !

Two intertwined internal forces swept across.

This time, not only the Emei female disciples with weaker foundations, but even some Wudang brothers with profound skills felt some pressure.

"Quick, everyone disperse!"

"At least retreat a hundred feet away!"

Bei Jinyi supported Zhou Zhiruo and shouted loudly in the crowd.

Soon, with the help of many senior brothers and sisters, the disciples with weak skills quickly moved away from the two people who were engaged in a fierce battle.

Looking back at the battlefield, the hand hammer was still locked tightly under his belly. Then, it was a move that all Wudang disciples were familiar with. Mo Yu slapped Song Qingshu's abdomen with both palms.

Rib-breaking palm!
"Pfft~"

Song Qingshu looked up and spat out a large amount of blood mist.

Even though he was protected by the internal energy of Wudang Nine Yang Gong, the free rib structure was inherently fragile and was still fractured by Mo Yu's palm power.

However, he was unwilling to admit defeat. He used his palms under his belly to grab Mo Yu's wrists with a twisting force, and kicked his opponent's knee silently with a knee-breaking kick.

Mo Yu instantly noticed Song Qingshu's movements, raised his knee to block and counterattack his opponent, and his palms were entangled with Song Qingshu.

Like a seal! *2
The distance between the two was almost face to face, and time seemed to freeze at this moment.

Fists and legs collide.

Mo Yu could clearly feel that there was a pure internal force flowing through the broken soft spot in the opponent's body, which was erasing his remaining strength.

Song Qingshu could also clearly feel the boiling blood coursing through his opponent's body gradually cooling. It was this very energy that had suddenly burst forth and suppressed him during the previous clash. Both sides were clearly aware of their opponents and were using this brief respite to rapidly recover their fighting strength.

Eyes facing each other.

Anger and fighting spirit reached their peak again.

"Kill!"*2
Two powerful voices blended together.

The punches were as powerful as thunder, the palms as swift as lightning, and in the blink of an eye there were dozens of attacks.

His steps were ever-changing, as he blocked the opponent's hidden kicks while trying to use his legs to destroy the opponent's stance.

Hundreds of moves were over in a flash!
The two are still evenly matched.

Song Qingshu suddenly drew out the sword from behind him and stabbed it towards Mo Yu's eyebrows.

"Brother Mo Yu, be careful!"
Zhou Zhiruo and Bei Jinyi, who were watching from a distance, shouted out almost at the same time.

The veins on Song Qingshu's forehead twitched, and the sword in his hand became three times more fierce.

Mo Yu noticed it before Zhou Bei and the others opened their mouths, and dodged quickly.

The sword edge brushed against the forehead and cut off the crown of hair.

The waterfall-like black hair danced wildly in the wind, and hot blood flowed down the temples.

In the original fighting arena, the long sword with its sheath stuck in the mud was humming.

Song Qingshu continued his attack, tiptoed to close the distance, and swung the sword in his hand.

"Here comes the sword!"

Mo Yu dodged sideways and grabbed out of thin air with his right hand.

Keng!
The two long swords collided.

Mo Yu held the sword in one hand and blocked Song Qingshu's third sword move.

"Big Brother, are you so impatient to test my sword? Then watch me carefully!"

With a sweep of the sword, Song Qingshu was forced to dodge and retreat.

Eyes slightly closed.

A figure with white hair and beard holding a sword appeared in Mo Yu's mind. Thunder rumbled faintly in his ears and lightning flashed across his eyes.

'Instantly, a violent storm erupted into heavy rain. Lightning struck and thunder clashed, and the sky cracked.'

Mo Yu's left hand also grasped the hilt of the sword. Holding the sword with both hands, his whole aura suddenly changed.

Like a small insect startled by a thunderstorm and running through the forest, it uses all its strength to wield the giant axe to fight for its life against the sky!
Song Qingshu suppressed his uneasiness, changed his pace, and attacked first with a sword attack on the three stars.

Mo Yu stood there blankly, seemingly clueless.

The pale sword shadow in his eyes suddenly raised his sword, and Mo Yu also raised his sword. The two figures, one old and one young, overlapped with each other.

Clang!
All the fake moves were seen through, and Song Qingshu's sword was suppressed by Mo Yu who crouched down and pressed the sword.

"What? How is this possible? Impossible teeth!"

Song Qingshu was shocked.

In Mo Yu, he actually saw some of the shadow of his most respected and feared master Zhang Sanfeng.

how can that be!

Mo Yu's eyes were blank, the essence of the Sword Enlightenment Chapter echoed in his mind, and he had completely entrusted his heart and mind to the pale sword shadow.

Chop the rain and fog to cut through obstacles—step forward and strike!
Three sword strikes were thrown out in succession, and the sword light merged into one like water.

Song Qingshu fought hard to resist, but the sword light still tore his Taoist robe on his chest.

Fast, too fast!
"Impossible?! Your internal energy is obviously inferior to mine, how could you be so fast?!"

Song Qingshu roared in disbelief, completely dispelling the fear in his heart.

He completely abandoned the soft sword technique and attacked with a more brutal sword move.

"The Thirteen Swords of the Divine Gate!"

Yin Liting, one of the Six Heroes of Wudang, who was watching the battle from a distance, slammed the table and stood up.

He was the most proficient in this sword technique among the Seven Masters of Wudang, and he knew clearly that once this sword was swung, it would definitely be aimed at severing the tendons of the hand and crippling the wrist.

Just as he was about to help, he saw Mo Yu's perfect movements and deftly dissolve Song Qingshu's Thirteen Swords of the Divine Gate.

"Good swordsmanship!" Yin Liting couldn't help but praise.

He is the person in Wudang Sect who knows the Thirteen Swords of Divine Gate best except Zhang Sanfeng, and he can best see the ingenuity of Mo Yu's sword move.

It is not only about the cleverness of the moves, but also about the grasp of timing and the use of internal strength.

Even as a bystander.

Yin Liting could also sense some subtle artistic conception from Mo Yu, and thus deduced that this sword technique must have been created by a sword saint!
(End of this chapter)