"Wei Mou teaches me." On the altar, a middle-aged man dressed neatly and meticulously stepped onto the air steadily. He had a resolute and solemn face with a Chinese character, a long beard flying in the wind. He stretched out his hand and held a three-foot copper The trump card is now in hand.
"Take the move." Bai San yelled and punched out. Suddenly the wind roared loudly, the wind blew violently, and the thunder was startled away.
"It's a small skill." The man surnamed Wei was not in a hurry, with his mace and body together, he stepped straight into the violent waves of the fist, like a fish swimming upstream, not afraid of the thunder and raging waves in front of him.
"Well done." Bai San took steps at the same time and rushed straight towards the man surnamed Wei.
In the blink of an eye, the two were close, and Bai San punched out again, but this punch was motionless and left no trace. The fist and mace were connected. The mace had no edge and the tip of the mace was square. It looked very ordinary. Bai Sanyi punched on the mace. Both the fist and the mace were not damaged at all. Several punches burst out and the mace made contact. In an instant, a heart-shaking buzz shook the world.
The buzzing sound was actually not one, but five consecutive sounds, like waves crashing on the shore, one wave higher than the other. However, the gap between the bursts of five-fold fist power was too short, so short that the changes could not be heard at all below the virtual realm.
Heavy ripples erupted in the void, and the man surnamed Wei moved forward with the copper mace in his hand, breaking through five punches in a row. Without waiting for the remaining two punches to burst out, lest the opponent could take advantage of the old moves and lose the opportunity to change, Bai San's iron fist came out again, and his left fist went straight to the face of the man surnamed Wei. Throw, two moves in one move, attacking Bai San's chest and abdomen.
The fists and maces collided, buzzing continuously. The two of them received the same force and were knocked back. Bai San's right fist turned into a palm and slapped away the tip of the mace that hit his chest.
"Is this guy from the Legalist family?" asked the old man Xiaoshan.
"It looks like everyone in the world owes him one million. Who else could it be if it wasn't from the Legalist family?" said the sleepy old man.
"Second uncle, one million is too little. I can't even buy a house." The old man Xiaoshan rolled his eyes.
"Then ten million." The sleepy old man shouted, a little ashamed of his one million. There was nothing he could do about it. He was not very clear about numbers as he got older.
"Second uncle, third uncle won't be able to beat the guy named Wei, right?" said the old man who was chewing on the beef leg bone.
"What's weird about that? I'm a Kunlun god after all, so how come I don't have some unique tricks to beat the odds?" the sleepy old man said indifferently.
"Uncle San also has a trick to beat the bottom of the box." The old man Xiaoshan whispered secretly, as if he was afraid of being heard by Bai San in the sky.
"What's the trick to get under the box?" the old man chewing on the beef leg bone asked curiously.
"Butt back, like a wild goose falling on a flat sand." The old man Xiaoshan said quietly.
Several middle-aged juniors couldn't help but roll their eyes when they heard such an answer. It was already this time, and it was really disturbing that these elders were still so out of touch.
The air bursts with energy, the wind howls,
Thunders and roaring waves continued, and the terrifying air waves got higher and higher. However, a group of old men below were chatting and not taking it seriously at all.
"What should I do? The third child seems to be really going backwards." said the sleepy old man.
The confrontation between the two people in the sky has become intense. Every time you step on the air, the air explodes like a bomb. Every time you punch or wield your mace, a turbulent wave bursts out. The two figures are criss-crossed, as fast as lightning, and there are muffled thunders from time to time. The sound rang out, and the entire sky turned into messy cotton wool.
Bai San was already at a disadvantage and struggled to parry. Just when everyone thought the victory was decided, Bai San screamed. With the powerful and high-pitched sound, Bai San's body grew bigger and he punched away the copper mace. , raised both palms to the sky, the vitality of heaven and earth swept over and poured into his palms, and the wind and clouds for dozens of miles around were absorbed into his palms. The old and shrunken flesh and blood quickly became full, and instantly turned into a strong man with a strong back and a strong waist.
"Take my punch." Bai San, who transformed into a strong man, spit out thunder and punched out, the void exploded, and a shock wave like the beginning of the world poured directly into the man surnamed Wei.
Behind him is the altar. If the man named Wei dodges the fist, he will destroy the altar. Of course, others will protect the altar, but if so, he will lose. He has no choice but to be tough.
Holding his mace to the sky, the man surnamed Wei muttered: "Heaven and earth rectify the Dharma, and the Dharma rectifies the heaven and earth." Suddenly there was a bright light between the sky and the earth, the copper mace quickly grew in length like a wishful golden cudgel, and the golden mace inserted straight into the center of the fist.
The Gang Qi surges and roars like a trumpet. The strong wind touches all the mountains and rocks, and the victory or defeat is determined by one move.
Bai San was defeated, and all his clothes were washed away by the golden light of the mace. Although he was not injured at all, he was still defeated.
After breaking through the fist, the light of the bronze mace was already at the end of its powerful crossbow, and it could not do anything to Bai San's steel and iron bones. Originally, Bai San relied on his whole body to practice kung fu, so he was naturally unwilling to lose like this. He could only blame the poor quality of his clothes, and he was angry. He fell to the ground and inserted his feet straight into the rocks to prevent others from seeing his embarrassing condition.
"Fortunately, it's not that the butt is backward." The sleepy old man said. He didn't care about the outcome. He may be more concerned about the face of the Bai family. He must not be backward.
Both battles were lost. However, the people of Kunlun did not dare to be careless at all, but a group of old men did not care at all, because they all understood that winning or losing could not determine the outcome of this battle. Only overwhelming power can determine the overall situation. Although face is important, But in the final analysis, the goal is to reach the passage between the two realms.
"Boss, it's not easy to continue fighting like this." Beringhai said with a sad face.
"What can we do?" said the old man who was huddled in the crack of the stone.
"Papaya, you go home and bring some food. It's best to pack some firewood and have a barbecue." The sleepy old man said.
"Second grandfather, we've been beaten like this, so don't do this anymore." A middle-aged man who looked very honest said.
"Go if I ask you to, so much nonsense." The sleepy old man scolded.
Papaya, a straightforward middle-aged man, went home reluctantly.
After the two battles, everyone probably felt that things were very difficult. If the fight continued like this, it would definitely be endless. No side had overwhelming power. If the fight continued, it would only be a waste of money. No one could gain anything, and none of the three parties took action again. the meaning of.
The military government and the Bai family will never back down. If people from Kunlun are allowed to enter China on a large scale, it may cause a devastating disaster and destroy the long-term layout of both parties. It is hard to say whether the people of Kunlun will regress. They have been humiliated for more than two thousand years, endured hardship for more than two thousand years, and countless children of various families isolated in China have been slaughtered by Emperor Qin. How can such hatred be easily let go.
It is not that there are no experts in Kunlun. There are definitely more experts in Kunlun than in China. However, after experiencing the indiscriminate bombings of the military government, I understand that ordinary experts cannot withstand the bombings. In such a situation, having more people does not give an advantage. Naturally, the people of Kunlun will not Do those useless things.
Just when the situation was at a stalemate, countless black spots in the sky approached, and then there was a loud sound of breaking through the air, and countless rockets whizzed down like rain, becoming snails crawling in the forbidden air field.
About ten minutes had passed, and the saturation attack ordered by the artillery battalion finally arrived. The sky was full of rockets whizzing down, which was frightening. If it were not for the existence of the restricted air domain, the entire mountain would have been destroyed. Was blown to pieces.
The right amount of artillery fire coverage is undoubtedly a powerful statement for the situation at this time: As long as I want, I can turn this land over and kill every crawler on it.
While the Kunlun Valley was quiet, the situation in Shelu Mountain thousands of miles away was suddenly changing. More than ten days ago, the Jiangwu Hall gathered all the masters in Shelu Mountain. With the cooperation of the military, they continued to push the defense line forward, almost regardless of life and death. Within a few days, with the cooperation of Sun Ying and other masters, Push directly forward to the border line.
Two days ago, the war had just come to an end, and the martial arts hall suddenly summoned all the masters again and headed northwest together without knowing the purpose.
Just when the major forces were confused, many Danjin masters from the Jiangwu Hall had left Shelu Mountain and headed northwest under the leadership of the general manager Dou Yonghua. The spies following the major forces followed them hundreds of miles away, but they But I don’t understand at all what the Martial Arts Hall is going to do.
The Demon Lord never plays his cards according to the routine. Who knows how he will play his cards. Could it be that he deliberately lures the snake out of the hole and then secretly infiltrates Chen Cang?
Suddenly abandoning the results of the front line and leaving, does Jiangwutang want to start a war with domestic enemies? When many forces were confused, the most nervous one was the Mountain Guest Alliance. Chen Sanzang sat on the Grand Master's chair with a solemn expression. His subordinates kept sending back news, big and small, but no one among the hall masters and staff members thought. I don't understand what Chu Xiang wants to do.
