MEmu

Chapter 188 Tai Chi ([-])

Seeing the two fighting together, Jiang Yi was fascinated for a moment. The moves of the two were very exquisite, and there was a hint of martial arts charm in them, which was much more powerful than the superficial kung fu he had used before.

After watching it for a while, he couldn't help being amazed, "Tai Chi is really powerful, it is indeed a kung fu that has been passed down for hundreds of years!"

However, at this moment, Chen Muxin's face became a little ugly, and she fought for nearly a hundred moves. At this moment, she already understood in her heart that Yang Xintie's cultivation was beyond her own.

But can she give up?cannot!

Thinking of this, she gritted her teeth, her expression turned cold, and she decided to take a slant of the sword and win with odds.

She knows that although this is a bit risky, there is always a glimmer of hope of victory, which is better than wasting it like this.

Thinking of this, she bit her lips, and saw that Yang Xintie was still holding back a little when he made a move, and a small hole in the lower left rib was accidentally exposed, she immediately did not hesitate at all, and whispered, the long sword in her hand flashed blue , a sword flower flashed by, and this extremely sharp sword stabbed towards Yang Xintie's left rib.

With a puff, Yang Xintie's face was originally calm, but he didn't expect that Chen Muxin, who was fighting, suddenly changed his move. This move was as fast as lightning, and struck like a vicious poisonous snake. Xiuwei flashed to the right.

But his movements were still a bit slow, the long sword pierced the clothes on his left rib with traces of sharp sword aura, scratched his skin, and traces of bright red blood flowed down.

Seeing this situation, Yang Yi, Granny Ming, and the man in black beside him were all shocked when they were originally calm, but only Chen Changsheng showed a bit of worry in their eyes.

Chen Muxin succeeded in one blow, and kept moving, the long sword he stabbed out did not retract, but took advantage of the situation to slash to the right, slashing Yang Xintie's neck.

Yang Xintie snorted angrily, "Okay, junior sister, good swordsmanship!"

Before he finished speaking, he raised the iron fan in his hand and hit Chen Muxin's long sword with the fan.

Because Chen Muxin concentrated all her strength on this sword, she only felt her body fly to the side uncontrollably when she was surrounded by Yang Xintie's strength.

Her face was shocked, and she hurriedly circulated her true energy, trying to control her body, but at this moment, it was too late.

Yang Tiexin's face was cold, seeing that Chen Muxin's body was open, he slapped Chen Muxin's chest without hesitation. If this palm was carried out, Chen Muxin would be seriously injured even if he did not die.

"Stop!" Seeing this, Chen Changsheng shouted angrily, and with a flash of his figure, he rushed forward.

How could he watch his granddaughter get hurt, but the moment his figure moved, Yang Yi's figure also moved.

"Senior brother, it's not appropriate for you to fight against juniors, right?"

"Go away!" Chen Changsheng roared angrily, seeing Yang Yi standing in front of him, he gathered up his palm without hesitation, and slapped it out.

Yang Yi laughed contemptuously, he also raised his palm, and with a "bang", the two palms met, Chen Changsheng's body walked backwards, while Yang Yi only took two steps backwards.

At this moment, there was another bang, and it turned out that Yang Xintie's palm mercilessly slapped Chen Muxin's chest.

Her body immediately flew out like a kite with a broken thread, and it flew a full eight or nine meters before landing on the ground. Her face turned pale, and blood flowed from the corner of her mouth. It was obvious that this palm had seriously injured her.

"Junior Sister, don't blame me, you hurt me first!" Yang Xintie sneered a bit contemptuously.

"Mu Xin!..." Chen Changsheng's face became anxious, he glanced at Yang Yi in front of him, "Get out of the way!"

There was a slight smile on the corner of Yang Yi's mouth. He glanced at the dying Chen Muxin lying in the distance, and said to Chen Changsheng: "Brother, do you want to save your granddaughter? Hand over the Tai Chi Sutra!"

"..." Chen Changsheng looked angry. He stared at Yang Yi coldly, frowning tightly. He wanted to rush over to see that he was his granddaughter, but he knew that if Yang Yi stopped him, he would definitely not be able to make it through.

"Impossible!" After a while, Chen Changsheng gritted his teeth and said these three words bitterly.

"Okay, okay! Brother, you are really cruel!" Yang Yi sneered a few times, and suddenly said coldly, "Xin Tie, go, kill that chick!"

Yang Xintie was stunned, thought for a while, then nodded, he picked up the long sword that Chen Muxin had dropped on the ground, and slowly walked over to Chen Muxin who couldn't move at all.

"Junior Sister, originally, I wanted to give you a chance!" Yang Xintie looked at Chen Muxin expressionlessly, with regret flashing in the depths of his eyes. Destroy flowers with cruel hands!"

As he spoke, he slowly extended the long sword towards Chen Muxin's neck.

Although Chen Muxin's face was pale, she always had a stubborn look on her face. She looked up at Yang Xintie with some difficulty, "You...you'd better...kill me!..."

On the other side, Yang Yi glanced at his grandson, then looked at Chen Changsheng with a smile, "Brother, I want to see, Tai Chi Sutra or your granddaughter's life, which one would you choose?"

A look of hesitation appeared on Chen Changsheng's face. He glanced at his granddaughter over there, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes.

After a while, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Yang Yi. He sighed, and suddenly took out an ancient yellowed sheepskin book from his arms. On the ancient sheepskin book, three characters were written in seal script. , "Tai Chi Sutra".

Seeing this ancient book, Yang Yi's eyes suddenly showed a bit of greed, and he fixed his eyes on the book.

Chen Changsheng had a look of emotion on his face, "Master Patriarch, this disciple is incompetent and cannot protect your hard work!"

As he spoke, his voice was choked, with a sad look on his face.

"Brother, give it to me quickly, otherwise, your granddaughter will die!"

Chen Changsheng raised his head slowly, his eyes fixed on Yang Yi, and after a while, a hint of sarcasm suddenly appeared on his face, "My surname is Yang, I would rather destroy this Tai Chi Sutra." Don't let it fall into your hands!"

As he spoke, he suddenly tore the ancient sheepskin book into pieces with force.

"You... what are you doing? Stop!" Yang Yi was startled, and it was too late to stop him.

He glared at Chen Changsheng angrily, gritted his teeth angrily, "Xin Tie, kill her!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Yang Xintie stabbed Chen Muxin's neck with the long sword in his hand.

But at this moment, suddenly, with a very crisp clang, the long sword in Yang Xintie's hand was deflected by a small flying stone. He was startled, and subconsciously took a step back, looking at around.

"Who is it? Get out for me?"

(End of this chapter)