The Shaolin abbot saw that the twelve bronze formations were faintly broken, but he could still remain stable, but he moved forward and retreated with the changes in the bronze formations.

Until the ninth iron rod was broken, he finally moved!

As soon as he moved, Master Feiyun from Wudang also moved!

The Shaolin abbot held a string of rosary in his hand, and seized the opportunity, and threw it over and hit Xiao Shiyilang in the back. This blow did not ask for damage to the enemy, but he just refused to let Xiao Shiyilang come to support him.

He himself slapped Li Bufu with his palms and intercepted him at the same time as Taoist Master Feiyun.

Taoist Master Feiyun grabbed a sword from somewhere, and took a mysterious step, holding the sword and attacking step by step. His figure and sword cooperated with him, and his body was indefinitely real and real, which was very difficult to measure.

When he defended, he used the "Tai Chi Sword Technique", but when he attacked, he used another set of Xuanmen Sword Technique.

Bang!

Li Bufu held the knife in his right hand, cut off another stick, turned his head and patted him back at the Shaolin abbot.

Someone once said that the palm power of the Shaolin abbot's martial arts world is almost unmatched, but when Li Bufu faced his palms, his palm power was no less powerful than him!

The Shaolin abbot was just repelled, but the iron sticks of two other monks from the bronze formation swept over again, one high and one low!

clang!

Li Bufu blocked a stick from his feet with a deer-cutting knife, but he was hit hard on his left chest!

He was so shocked by a powerful force that he was not shocked, but instead flew into the sky with the force and leaned towards Xiao Shiyilang.

They attacked with both swords, and even the abbot of Shaolin would have to feel regretful on the spot!

But just at this moment, Taoist Feiyun's sword had arrived.

His sword happened to pierce out at a very clever opportunity, and it immediately stabbed Li Bufu's left waist!

Taoist Master Feiyun was immediately overjoyed and quickly used force to send the sword into his body!

But at this moment, he suddenly realized that his wrist was no longer effective.

The "Shenmen Point" on his wrist has been tightly held by Li Bufu.

Wow.

Xiao Shiyilang rose up below, held Li Bushu with one hand, and pushed his feet upwards.

Li Bufu took the opportunity and immediately came behind Taoist Feiyun's back, and put the deer-cutting knife on Taoist Feiyun's neck.

Li Bufu was killed by a sword, but captured Taoist Feiyun!

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The sword was still stuck in Li Bufu's body.

Drops of blood fell down from the wound.

But Taoist Master Feiyun was even more nervous. He had not encountered such a dangerous situation for a long time since he became the head of Wudang.

All swords and weapons are stopped, and even bows and crossbows are eliminated.

The twelve Shaolin bronze formations also stood still.

The person who was captured in front of him was not only the head of Wudang, but also Xu Qingteng's teacher, and he had a close relationship with the General's Mansion.

Li Bufu said, "Master Feiyun, if you want to survive, please ask them to give in."

Taoist Master Feiyun did not answer.

He didn't really put his life aside, but he couldn't speak out with his face.

He is the head of Wudang, how could he beg for mercy to the enemy?

Li Bufu said again: "If you don't speak, you will have to die."

Taoist Master Feiyun was sweating all over his neck, but he still gritted his teeth and did not speak.

Fortunately, the general who commanded the soldiers was still very cognitive after all, so he let everyone scatter and give up a way.

The soldiers retreated quickly and immediately made a way.

These soldiers had long since no longer wanted to fight. They were not dead soldiers from the Great Inner Palace, but just ordinary officers and soldiers drawn from the surrounding prefectures. No one wanted to send their lives here for nothing.

Li Bufu still held Taoist Feiyun hostage and slowly left with Xiao Shiyilang.

After the soldiers were surrounded, Shaolin abbot said, "Can you two let people go?"

Li Bufu said lightly: "After thirty miles, I will release Taoist Feiyun completely back. Don't worry, when it comes to keeping your words, we are still much better than your famous and upright sects."

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Deep valleys, terrible valleys.

Layers of biogas and toxic miasma permeate the valley.

There is an endless swamp here, without trees, flowers and plants, fruits, without beasts, without life, the only one there is just wet mud.

Li Bufu and Xiao Shiyilang left Shenjiazhuang, ran for many miles, and finally came here.

They are "sucking" in the swamp at this moment.

Ordinary bathing is usually in a large bucket, with hot water with slightly hot temperatures. Sometimes, some roses, mugwort, and agastache may be added to the water.

But Li Bufu and Xiao Shiyilang are different.

They were bathing in the swamp.

For the first time, Li Bufu discovered that taking a bath in this wet mud is actually more comfortable than soaking in hot water.

But the premise is that you can't move.

As long as you move a little, you will feel that the whole body is slowly sinking. The more you move, the faster it will sink.

In the end, the wet mud covers the mouth and nose, which will make people suffocate to death.

So neither Li Bufu nor Xiao Shiyilang moved.

But the swamp is moving.

The swamp actually had a strange rhythm, flowing slowly, just like a gentle hand gently stroked every inch of a person, very slowly and soft.

Li Bufu's wound no longer hurts.

The wet mud in this swamp seems to have a magical power that can relieve people's pain and heal people's wounds.

Xiao Shiyilang said: "I once saw a wolf who was seriously injured by a lynx cat, and jumped into a swamp. At that time, I thought it was looking for its own grave, but he had been lying in the swamp for two days and lived. It turned out that he had known that many kinds of herbs rotted in the dark swamp, which could cure her injuries. It had already known how to take care of itself."

There are many such strange powers in nature.

Xiao Shiyilang was born in the mountains and knew the most about these things.

Xiao Shiyilang said: "If it weren't for this swamp, I'd been dead at least six times."

He opened his mouth gently, trying not to use too much strength, and just spoke in one breath.

But Li Bufu simply stopped talking.

He is not unable to speak.

Instead, he raised his head and closed his eyes, as if he had fallen into a mysterious and mysterious state.

He seemed to have reached the state of "sudden enlightenment" as Buddhism calls it.

Li Bufu silently felt nature, the moist air, the softness of the soil, the rhythm of the swamp, and everything around him.

The swamp also has its rhythm and its rhythm. In a sense, this may be its life form.

Of course, some people will regard the swamp as a strange life.

Just as Xiao Shiyilang would regard this valley and this swamp as his "home".

Then what did Li Bufu regard the swamp as? What did he suddenly think of?

A kind of martial arts.

Is this "movement" in the swamp also a kind of martial arts?

But of course there is no way to talk about this kind of movement. How can it be considered a martial art?

But if this is not a martial art, then why does it move? Why can it make many lives deeply trapped in it and want to break free without being able to do so?

Li Bufu suddenly felt something, to be precise, it was a rhythm.

There are swamps rhythms, and martial arts rhythms. Both are regular and rhythmic.

If you can grasp this rhythm and find this rhythm, it doesn’t seem to matter whether there are any moves or not.
Chapter completed!