Chapter 755

These were the Wu Dangqixia, ranked from eldest to youngest.

But now Jin Lun was speaking with such brazen arrogance, wanting to take on this Liang Zi.

Even though Mo Shenggu's cultivation appeared lower than Jin Lun's, he still could not help but feel a bit mocking.

After all, the seven of them had come this time to challenge Long Xiang Seng.

Who was this Long Xiang Seng?

He was the newly ascended nineteenth on the Heavenly Dao Golden List, a master who could rank among the foremost experts of the Great Yuan.

Countless great powers in the world wished to obtain such a master.

And now this Jin Lun wanted to take him on?

Was he worthy?

Worthy of what—making keys?

"You bold brat, how dare you speak to my Master like that."

Behind Jin Lun, a Tibetan monk saw Mo Shenggu's mocking words and could not contain his fury, striking out with a palm.

Though this palm of his did not carry the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art, it was still immensely forceful and heavy, clearly extraordinary.

Clang!

Mo Shenggu was not polite either; they had come prepared with the thought of dying here in the Great Yuan army.

They had also prepared the thought of fighting to the death to reclaim justice for Wu Dang.

Since this Tibetan monk had struck out, he showed no weakness either.

He drew his sword and rose, using no tricks at all, thrusting straight forward with one sword.

To an outsider, the Tibetan monk used his palm, Mo Shenggu used his sword—one might think Mo Shenggu had the upper hand.

After all, how could flesh and blood stand against a sharp blade?

But in Jin Lun's eyes, Mo Shenggu had already lost.

Though his disciple Darba had not cultivated the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art, he was born with divine strength.

His sinews and bones, upon entering the sect, had already reached the pinnacle.

Later, under Jin Lun's tutelage, he was led down the path of horizontal training.

His strength kept growing, and his flesh and bones became no different from metal.

The sharp sword in Mo Shenggu's hands could not even rank among the fourth tier, Yellow Grade, of the Heaven, Earth, Mystic, Yellow ranks.

How could it pierce Darba's skin?

If it could not pierce Darba's skin, how could he defeat Darba?

Hah!

The sharp sword stabbed into Darba's palm; he let out a strange cry, preparing to grab the blade directly and snap it.

Unexpectedly, the blade that had been coming straight suddenly curved within his palm.

Though it had already reached his palm, it seemed to come alive, thrusting toward Darba's eyes.

The eyes are one of a person's vital points; even a horizontal-training martial artist of the Earthly Immortal Realm would find it very hard to train such horizontal-training Wu Gong to the eyes.

With this sudden change, Darba was utterly shocked.

He instinctively shut his eyes.

But he did have considerable combat experience; at the critical moment, he simply spread his body open.

Preparing to give Mo Shenggu a bear hug crush.

Fully confident in his horizontal-trained sinews and bones, and being so close.

Even if he could not see, as long as he got his grip on him.

This young fellow with his thin arms and thin legs could only have his waist snapped by his embrace.

Boom!

A light thud sounded, and then Darba felt a violent pain in his chest.

Immediately after, he felt a tremendous impact force lift him into the air, his whole body crashing heavily more than a dozen steps away and landing on the ground.

When he opened his eyes, he found he had lost inexplicably.

This battle was brief but intensely fierce.

Darba had horizontal-trained sinews and bones, and was born with divine strength.

Mo Shenggu appeared to be matching him head-on, looking as though he would fight him with hard, direct force.

In truth, at the last moment, he used his specialty, the Wu Dangjian technique Finger-Soft Sword Art, making the rigid, straight blade suddenly bend.

He attacked the spot Darba had to defend, drawing him to close his eyes.

Then he combined the Mountain-Shaking Iron Palm with the Wu Dang Cotton Palm, fused together through the Taiji concept of balancing hardness and softness, and sent the unprepared Darba flying.

This battle was both swift and perilous.

The Wu Dangqixia watching could not help but clap and cheer.

They all gave their affirmation to Mo Shenggu's performance in this battle.

Yin Liting, waiting for Mo Shenggu to return, could not help but pat his shoulder and say,

"Seventh Brother, I didn't expect you've now applied Wu Gong to such a level."

Indeed, in this brief battle, Mo Shenggu had consecutively used several Wu Dang ultimate techniques.

More crucially, at the very last moment, he had grasped a few insights of the Dao of Taiji that Zhang Sanfeng had brought back from the Ziqinglong Society.

Using the concept of balancing hardness and softness, he simultaneously employed the Mountain-Shaking Iron Palm and the Wu Dang Cotton Palm—two entirely different Wu Gong.

Making the senior and junior brothers present all unable to help but have their eyes light up.

"It's all thanks to the teaching of my senior brothers and Master."

Mo Shenggu scratched his head dumbly and replied.

In fact, Mo Shenggu's Wu Gong was mostly taught by his senior brothers.

His great progress this time came from his bitter resentment after Wu Dang nearly went extinct, driving him to train day and night.

"It seems Wu Dang Wu Gong truly lives up to its reputation!"

Jin Lun paid no attention to what the Wu Dangqixia were discussing at that moment; seeing Darba, a disciple even he could not capture in a short time,

Yet he was defeated by Mo Shenggu in an instant.

He could not help being both shocked and furious. He stepped forward at once, produced his five oddly-shaped weapons, and said,

"In that case, this poor monk Jinlun will have the honor of experiencing the Wudang divine skill."

These words were like a challenge in the jianghu.

Even though the Seven Heroes of Wudang had come to settle the score with the Dragon-Elephant Monk,

they could not simply ignore Jinlun.

Otherwise, once word got out, it would surely become the tale of Wudang dodging a fight.

"Good! Then let me come and experience the great Jinlun Master's skill."

Yin Liting, seeing his seventh brother Mo Shenggu win glory, grew restless with eagerness and prepared to draw his sword to meet the foe.

Jinlun's strength was considered quite remarkable, both within the Vajra Sect and throughout the Great Yuan.

After all, the Dragon-Elephant Prajna Skill was special; within the Great Yuan, only the Dragon-Elephant Monk and Jinlun had cultivated it to such a level.

By contrast, Yin Liting had not even reached the Earth Immortal realm.

Although Mo Shenggu had just swiftly defeated Dalba, Dalba was after all merely Jinlun's disciple, and only at the Peerless level.

The gap between the Earth Immortal realm and the Peerless level was far greater than the gap between the Peerless level and the Grandmaster level.

Therefore, none of the Great Yuan masters hiding in the shadows thought Jinlun would lose.

Instead, they vied with one another in speculating how many moves the so-called Sixth Hero of Wudang, Yin Liting, could withstand against Jinlun.

Jinlun did not expect to see Yin Liting step out to fight; he could not help frowning and said,

"Boy, you have not even reached the Earth Immortal realm—how can you stand against me?

Step back; send one of your senior brothers instead."

As he spoke, his gaze swept around and finally settled on Song Yuanqiao and Yu Lianzhou.

These two men's cultivation realms were comparable to Jinlun's.

In his eyes, only such people were worthy of him making a move.

"Haha! Sixth Brother, this old monk actually looks down on you."