A swordsman pays attention to sword intent, and is a master of marksmanship. Of course, he also pays attention to the time when he draws his sword. At least the momentum is the best indicator of a person's level. Martial arts practitioners who practice boxing and kicking are not immune to such remarks. The change cannot be separated from its origin, and speaking of it in an illusory way, even when the person using the fist throws out his fists and kicks, the whole body is always filled with power. Whether it is unimpeded or mellow and mature, good at attacking and defending, it can also be controlled by the power that has enveloped the whole body during this period of fighting. You can tell a little bit about the momentum; but speaking more closely, when the fist is stretched out, what kind of strength is it exerted and how is it moved? Is it a chaotic and life-threatening fighting style, or is it a calm and calculated fighting style? The number of steps all depends on a little fisting intention.
Therefore, for those men who have been around for a long time, before others have punched, they can actually get a rough idea. I can't tell whether it is high or low, but at least they can see some doorways, which seem to be separated. After walking towards the building for thousands of steps, although I couldn't necessarily tell which floor the man was standing on, I could still tell a little bit about his height.
But Yun Zhong is always the outsider in the street. Among the dozens of masters in front of him, there are no less than a dozen who have fought against each other, but most of them can be distinguished after just a few rounds. Not many people can know the depth of this young man. Anyway, after all, the fist moves are so mysterious that many people are already unable to sustain the defeat even before they see clearly the hidden tricks inside. Only the leading man, who has walked with the young man for dozens of times, can get a glimpse of it. Thirty-five points is already not easy.
In the eyes of a man, the young man's fists and kicks are not always good, nor are they what those low-level warriors who stand half-footed in the rivers and lakes say. The mountains are high and it is difficult to see the dust of horse hoofs. But even so, The man didn't have the slightest confidence that the dozens of thugs in Baiqiong Tower, together with the dozen crossbow-wielding men, could stop this young man. The reason is quite simple. When the young man punches, he is precise and precise in opening and closing, without any energy leaking out and no intention of punching. It is as if he is not fighting with others at all, but is calmly aiming at a wooden dummy. He threw out his fists and kicks in a regular manner. Others may think that this young man is a master who works behind closed doors. I am afraid that there are few people at this age who are fighting against each other, so when he punches, he looks very old-fashioned and jerky, but in the eyes of men, he always It feels weird, and it's a bit more difficult to deal with than seeing Gao Yong Zhu Kuai.
And in the drizzle, Yun Zhong was indeed progressing very quickly. Thirty steps away, there were arrows flying across the street. The building across the street was only two or three feet away from the center of the street. When the crossbow struck, the arrows reached in front of him. , it is common sense, but the young man did not take it into consideration. Instead, he swayed two steps sideways, hid his head and shrank his neck, and got out of the way of more than a dozen arrow feathers. With enough force, the arrow clusters were embedded in two fingers of the street stone, and they continued to shake. .
The man with the jade sword on his waist was the first to bear the brunt, and the young man's fist almost grazed his face. A strong wind blew through the rain line and faced the breeze. He punched the young man in front of his face and stepped on the accumulated rain with both feet, intending to block the young man's progress. The punch was a skillful move, and you couldn't make a mistake. However, the young man withdrew his punch, and did not try to avoid the man's countless splashes with both feet. Instead, he closed his fist in front of his chest, met it with his elbows, and forced the man to face him with a straight punch. , and then the short stature improved again.
Just like this, the water splash was shattered and the man's right fist was instantly shaken away.
Although the man is not as good as Zhu Kuai in terms of the beauty of this style, he is still aware of it. When the fist is passed and the fist is closed, the elbow will definitely have the upper hand. After the shock of the punch, the empty door is open to the surface, and the elbow is closed and the shoulder is handed. Based on the weight of the young man's original punch, the shoulder was hit hard. , not to mention the attack again today, he might have to lie down for three and a half months without being able to resist anymore.
In a moment, the man raised one arm, grabbed the handle of the knife at his waist with his left hand, and actually caught Yun Zhong's elbow. He pulled out the long knife with his backhand, but he still took a few steps back, his right arm trembling.
"I'm ashamed to say that when we are practicing boxing, the right fist is not much stronger than the left fist, but when practicing swordsmanship, it is best to use the left-handed sword." The man showed his sallow teeth, which were already sore. With his right hand, he held the long sword behind his back and stood still, "I can delay, but Shaoxia Yun can't delay. Those people holding crossbows in the tower are not from Baiqiong Tower. If Shaoxia and I were waiting, When they get into a fight, they will definitely not throw any weapons at them, but will try their best to kill a few people and keep the young hero in this street."
Yun Zhong said nothing, but glanced at the balcony with his peripheral vision and narrowed his eyes slightly.
If it were the time when Huanglong was used for his own purposes, Yun Zhong knew that he still had the ability to keep things under control. Although he had hidden the fact that he was a cultivator for half a year, when it was his turn to use it, he could turn bad luck into good luck. However, since yesterday's incident, Huanglong has become sluggish and probably has become difficult to use for himself. Therefore, it is not an easy job to deal with dozens of very skilled Baiqionglou warriors in front of him. Not to mention that there was already a crossbow string ringing on the balcony, and maybe after three or five breaths, the second wave of dense arrow feathers would hit the head and face. Only relying on the Xiaosheng Lianbu that Yun Zhong half-stealed and half-learned, It’s really hard to deal with.
"Have you ever regretted what happened now?" The man suddenly asked curiously, not in a hurry to hand over the knife.
The rain is still dense.
Yun Zhong, who was all wet with clothes, glanced at the top of his boots and then looked around. The middle of the street was already surrounded by dozens of thugs, but his expression still did not change.
The man knew he was bored, so he immediately held out his knife and pressed hard against him.
The bluestone on Bafang Street is said to have been purchased by the street owner from the mountains outside Xuanhua City at a huge price. He then chose skilled craftsmen to carve it. The patterns on it are complex and gorgeous, ranging from the Ten Filial Piety to the Eight Talents. It is unknown how much the masons spent. It's a pity that when outsiders enter the street, they often have to praise them first, saying that they are their stepping stones, but the carvings are actually far better than the screens that they think they are exquisite.
The crossbow arrow was embedded in the stone just now, but now the young man stamped his foot, shaking half of the bluestone, and kicked it up with one foot, right in the middle of the two people's faces.
The man's sword was about to come forward, and Yun Zhong's fist also hit half of the bluestone.
The knife penetrates the stone, and the fist breaks the stone.
Yun Zhong did have some gambling interests, so the man's long knife was firmly embedded in the stone slab, but the young man's fist penetrated half of the bluestone, and the force was not reduced, and it hit the man's chest firmly, making a muffled sound. .
According to what Elder Ling said, cracking open monuments and cracking stones should be considered the second level.
So when the crossbow sounded again, it was natural for the young man to take the man's knife into his hand, cut off the arrow feathers, slap the man on the shoulder who was already kneeling in the middle of the street, and say the mocking words calmly.
"I feel ashamed to say it, but I wasn't originally a boxer."
After the young man took the man's knife into his hand, the man, whose heartbeat was almost stopped by the young man's punch, ignored the sharp pain in his chest when he was breathing, and instead opened his eyes wide.
The young man held the handle of the knife for a moment, and he could hardly detect the slightest bit of energy at first. It seemed like the smell of earth carried by the light rain on the street today lingered around his body, and he became more and more settled. When the wind meets the rain, it becomes peaceful, and when the rain meets the eaves, it flows. It is a matter of course and a natural thing. It is like meeting an old friend, just like seeing the past. I cannot recall them all, but I can recall a few.
Yunzhong's sword is very fast. The man boasts that he has practiced swordsmanship for many years. His swordsmanship is better than his boxing skills. If we really talk about his ability with weapons, I am afraid that the four masters in Baiqiong Tower will take the top spot. He was sitting alone, but now that he had seen the young man using his sword, he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.
Soon, there were only a few people standing on the street. They were pressing forward step by step, but now they are all retreating. The remaining people fell on the street. Most of the people who were handed the killing move had injured their limbs and tendons and could not use it. Those who had passed the killing move had lost their weapons and suffered slight injuries to their ankles and wrists, but no one was seriously injured. The arrows were split into two and dozens of them were piled up and scattered on the street. Above it, the rain water that had no time to fall into the ditch was carried around.
But Yun Zhong glanced at the man, said nothing, and entered the building alone in the rain. He immediately threw several people down from the third floor. Then he walked back to the man, put the knife on the ground reluctantly, and sighed deeply. Take a breath.
"We are fighting in the street without using weapons. If we really only focus on fists and kicks today, I may not be able to walk out in half an hour. Why bother." The young man was not in a hurry and took the opportunity to take a look at the jade-encrusted handle. It's such a good knife, I really want to grab it.
"The ugly words are ahead. You can't beat the street master, so why do you still have to put all your efforts into it when you know that you can't defeat the street master with two fists?" The man smiled forcefully and simply lay down in the rain, feeling a tight pain in his chest, rising and falling like a tide.
"You asked me just now if I ever regretted it." Yun Zhong knelt down and spoke, but what he said was irrelevant, and he wiped the rain off his face, "It's all because of his hard words, and he talks about having no regrets all day long. , in fact, only I understand that I have too many regrets. It would have been nice if the package of medicine had been sent home a few days earlier, and it would have been nice if I had thought that the person was the secret agent, but I really don’t have such a big mind. , if you can often expose your own scars and learn from them, you can only move forward desperately. People who are afraid of heights never dare to look down when climbing mountains. People who are afraid of water never dare to look down when crossing rivers. Hey, the truth is very similar."
Yun Zhong's eyes were very calm, never sullen or sad from beginning to end, as if he was talking about two small things that had nothing to do with him.
"At such a young age, he speaks very arrogantly."
"But among the people in the city that I admire, besides Zhu Kuai and Gaoyong, you are one of them. When it rains, the road is difficult, so you have to go faster." The man lying in the rain smiled silently and waved his hand to the young man.
Yunzhong nodded, took the green bull who didn't know how to avoid the arrows, and slowly left, but after only two or three breaths, he left and returned, holding the long knife in his hand again.
"Without a weapon, this knife is just fine."
"Borrow it, use it, and return it to you later."
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