The clouds in the empty valley lingered for a long time, and were disturbed by the turmoil on the ruins of the ancient city of Minyue. The clouds turned into rain, and finally led to a drizzle of light rain, which drenched the body, but not the burning heart.
Hong Xi's official weapon was focused on his weapon, full of murderous intent.
Yan Zhendong took a step forward and signed up: "I'm going to Shandong Mansion..."
Before he finished speaking, the martial arts people on the opposite side were already in an uproar, and all kinds of curses came one after another, overwhelming his voice in an instant.
"A traitor who aids the emperor!"
"Bitch thief! You still have the nerve to come out!"
"Find a place to crash to death!"
Yan Zhendong's face was ashen. He had no idea why the person opposite him was saying so many dirty words. He just felt his head hit. The memories of being insulted and ridiculed before came to his mind. The smell of rust was in his throat. There was nothing left in front of him or in his ears. He couldn't hear the sound, he just wanted to knock down everyone in front of him.
The leading officer, Mr. Lu, was from Liaodong. The two had met at the martial arts competition held in Chongzhen for four years, and were deeply impressed by the Shandong man's horizontal kung fu training. It was Mr. Lu's recommendation that allowed Yan Zhendong to get a job after being in the bustling market.
That year, Emperor Chongzhen believed that someone was cheating, so he jailed and dismissed a large number of examiners, supervisory censors, and others. The two were implicated and were banned from employment.
"Strict command, stand down! You don't need to be in this fight!"
At this time, he was so excited that he didn't hear Lama Keba's shouting. He was so angry that he was about to move forward to challenge Hong Xiguan, but someone behind him pulled him to prevent him from going forward.
He was covered in an iron cloth shirt, his arms were pulled forward, and the two lamas who tried to hold him were thrown away!
At this moment, he only had Hong Xiguan in his eyes, as if as long as he gritted his teeth and crossed this mountain, his destiny would change dramatically. But before he took two steps, someone grabbed his arm again.
"Anyone who stands in my way will die!"
Yan Zhendong was furious, his eyes flashed with murderous intent, the muscles of his left arm were knotted, and the veins were bulging, he pushed the blocker forward, his right fist was ready to attack, and his fist as big as a casserole was packed with wind and thunder to hit the opponent.
But this time, the person blocking the road was suddenly pulled forward and took a step forward. It seemed that he was about to fall, but as soon as his left foot was a foot off the ground, he quietly stepped back in the air, changing his center of gravity with the method of falling.
Facing a quick and lightning punch, the opponent had no worries. I saw him holding his chest and back, slumping his shoulders and elbows, responding to the enemy with his palms spread out and his arms gathered together. Following the direction of Yan Zhendong's punch, with just a slight movement, his left foot accurately stepped on Yan Zhendong's fist. flaw.
In the midst of lightning and flint, the opponent started with the cloud force, used the force to release the force, and lifted the opponent with the double push force. In an instant, his whole body shook like an electric shock, and Yan Zhendong was thrown ten feet away!
"Good fall! Beat this traitor to death!"
"Well done!"
Something weird happened. Seeing Yan Zhendong being thrown out and falling into the dust, the Qing soldiers applauded this master's performance, and the Tiandi Hui side also cursed happily. Both sides were actually applauding.
In the drizzle of rain, Yan Zhendong lay down among the rubble and rubble, and there was no movement.
"The Thirteen Movements of Tai Chi..."
Chen Jinnan frowned and murmured to himself.
Tai Chi has been around for hundreds of years, and its schools have changed in thousands of ways. There are no less than ten famous Tai Chi sects in the world. However, the Thirteen Movements of Tai Chi created by Zhang Sanfeng are rich in connotation and far-reaching. They are worthy of being the ancestor of Tai Chi. It is a treasure of Wudang Zhenshan and a secret that has not been passed down.
The person in front of me could use his moves easily and without leaving any trace. He must be a master of the Wudang Sect. The current situation is complicated and treacherous. If the Wudang Clan appears here, things may change again.
"Sorry, I encountered some obstruction from the White Lotus Demon Party on the way, so there was a slight delay."
After the man threw Yan Zhendong away with the Thirteen Positions of Tai Chi, he first bowed his head and saluted, and then walked gracefully in front of Hong Xiguan. With a flick of his fly whisk, he turned out to be a Taoist priest with a strong figure and thin cheeks, about four years old. Around fifty, with sparkling eyes.
"Xiguan."
The Taoist spoke softly and showed no fear towards the murderous official Hong Xi.
"Why don't you salute your uncle when you see him?"
When Hong Xiguan heard this voice, he raised his head suddenly, looked at the Taoist in front of him carefully, and said coldly: "Are you...Master Uncle Feng?!"
For a Shaolin disciple to call a Wudang sect member his uncle, this would probably shock the jaws of outsiders.
After all, the feud between the Shaolin and Wudang families lasted from south to north for the Yuan and Ming dynasties. There should have been no other relationship except etiquette.
But no one in the martial arts world dared to say anything this time. They looked at each other in silence, and they all saw surprise in each other's eyes.
Hong Xiguan's master is known to everyone as Zen Master Zhishan, the abbot of Southern Shaolin, and is now a giant in the southern martial arts world. However, when Zen Master Xingyin, the supreme master, went south, he took in a total of five disciples, who were known as the Five True Ancestors of Southern Shaolin. However, they later went to different places and were not in the temple.
Now that Hong Xiguan calls Fang Shishu and says his surname is Feng, there is only one possibility for the Tai Chi master of the Wudang Sect in front of him - that is Feng who switched to the Wudang Sect from Zen Master Xingyin's sect and is now the leader. Morality!
He can go from being a Shaolin disciple to being the head of Wudang. Naturally, there are many hidden things involved, which is not enough for outsiders to understand. But the fact that the leader of Wudang Sect came here in person was enough to shock everyone by this turn of events.
According to Jiang Wen, there is one Shaolin traitor in every two people, which may not be an exaggeration.
"Uncle Feng, please give me some advice!"
Chen Jinnan, who didn't want to see the two sides taking action, was about to stop him, but Hong Xiguan's mind was like a mirror. He had already taken the lead and stabbed him with his gun, starting the battle.
The Life-Destroying Throat Lock Gun is a martial art created by Hong Xiguan after absorbing the essence of stick techniques, spear techniques, and strange weapons. It kills people with every move and presses them step by step. It has no Buddhist compassion and only pays attention to the angry eyes of the King Kong. elephant.
I saw countless spear flowers blooming with a flick of the silver gun, directly covering Feng Daode's body, and pressing forward first.
This style of "riding a dragon astride a sword" is extremely fast and fierce. Heart and mind are united, and mind and energy are united. Hong Xiguan relied on his fighting instinct to raise his power to its peak.
Along the way of martial arts, Hong Xiguan seemed to have entered the realm of his own school ahead of schedule!
But Feng Daode lifted his robe with his backhand, and threw out thousands of rays of rays of light from the whisk in his hand. The clouds and mist collided with the head of the gun. His deep inner energy burst out through the steel wire as thin as a hair. Hong Xiguan could only Feeling that the force of the gun suddenly lost control, the deadly choke gun was staggered and deflected by the whisk, and finally plunged into the ground!
Although Hong Xiguan's martial arts was strong and brave, it was still not rich enough in training and accumulation in front of the veteran masters. His internal strength was at a disadvantage. At this time, the fine steel wire whisk had already wrapped around Hong Xiguan's neck, strangling him tightly. The outcome seemed to be the outcome. Already clear.
"It seems that my supreme senior brother
Feng Daode had an ancient face and a dull voice, "I won't kill you, just go away."
"Walk?"
Hong Xiguan struggled to lift the spear, stepped on the spear shaft and bent it into a bow, and forced the fly whisk away, leaving blood marks on his neck.
"If I don't kill all the Qing soldiers today and avenge the blood feud between Southern Shaolin and my Hong family, how can I just leave!"
