"The remnants of Southern Shaolin are still alive."
Monk Yankong laughed ferociously, seeming to be very satisfied with the scene in front of him, "I often regret not being there when the Shaolin Temple was burned down. Not being able to see the Supreme Good Old Bald Donkey crying with my own eyes is really a lifelong regret..."
Monk Yankong put aside the pain in his right foot, slowly sat down on the bridge, stood sideways and raised his palms, and once again mobilized his inner strength, "Looking at the martial arts of this kid, you must have been carefully cultivated by the Supreme Good Old Bald Donkey." The seedling that came out, if I beat you to death on the spot today, it would bring me a lot of pleasure!"
Even though Hong Wending is young, his martial arts foundation is first-rate and solid. Even though his physique has regressed slightly due to the rotten bone poison, his moves and realm are still improving by leaps and bounds under Jiang Wen's guidance, gradually replacing the tangible with the intangible, with the intention of jumping out of the confines of the sect. .
I saw that his body was walking steadily, his body was solid, and his demeanor was calm on the outside and fierce on the inside. His eyes seemed to be closed, and he had a panoramic view of Monk Yankong's every move.
"The posture is good, better than the vulgar and shallow palm technique just now."
Monk Yankong smiled slightly.
Hong Wending hasn't done anything serious for a long time. The game a few days ago wasn't even a warm-up, and his body was a little lazy. However, martial arts is as much about bravery and diligence as it is about quiet reflection and pure thinking. When there is a fist in the heart, Hong Wending slowly feels that there seems to be no big difference between chopping wood and beating people...
It's just a clean break!
A strong wind roared past, and the two lanterns on the closed west gate of Fuzhou were swaying, flickering in and out like drops of blood.
Not to mention the guards at the Night City Gate and the residents in the city, they all hibernated in this long night, seeming to have fallen into a deep sleep, or waiting desperately in the dark for the day that might never come. out.
In hand-to-hand combat, you need to keep your eyes wide open in order to catch every move of your opponent and at the same time shock the opponent; while in a roaming fight, you only have to close your eyes, put your intention first when making judgments, and get carried away, and at the same time, avoid being blinded by wind and sand in a stalemate. Reveal flaws that shouldn't be there.
Therefore, as the wind and dust blew in, Hong Wending caught the flaw first and took action as fast as a rabbit.
As soon as he took action, it was Hong Family Boxing's most unstoppable killing move - the double shape of tiger and crane!
The tiger shape is fierce, the tiger claws are majestic, the crane pecks dangerously, and the crane spirit is graceful. The moves created by Hong Xiguan are different from the double-shaped boxing of "Hongtou Buddha Tail" in later generations. While the moves of Shaolin Five-shaped Boxing are precise and changeable, , with more killing moves, it is a first-class fighting boxing method that does not leave any escape route for the enemy or ourselves.
Hong Wending was still small, so he took advantage of his agility and body to attack fiercely. He could change the length of the bridge at his fingertips, and many dangers appeared in an instant, but he was able to resolve them one by one.
The tiger's power is horizontal to overcome the straight, the crane's intention is to use weakness to gain strength, the tiger's claws are like a ferocious insect attacking the beast, and the crane's wings are like flying into the water. His moves are as fast as lightning, forcing Monk Yankong to retreat, and he is defeated by a set of boxing techniques. , the posture is majestic like a five-clawed golden dragon, and the posture is like an old monk in meditation, which is already extremely magical.
"What a tiger-crane double-shaped fist! What is the relationship between your master and Miao Xian?"
Monk Yankong's eyes were full of brilliance. He waved his sleeves to block Hong Wending's incoming moves, and his steps were not messy at all. Obviously, these failed to make him break through the defense, and at the same time, he could see through Hong Wending's real moves at a glance.
"The tiger shape is divided into red and black gates, and the crane shape has an opening and closing mouth. Do you still have a black gate fist hidden? You plan to use the three claws of the white tiger, followed by the black tiger through the forest and the twelve poisonous crane hands, to break my Middle gate? Huh, only that old man Miao Xian can be so vicious. He deserves to be beaten until he vomits blood and loses his life, and then hides his name with his whole family."
Monk Yankong limped, but his body and pace were not affected at all. He took the opportunity to fight back, but Hong Wending flew up again just as he said, and swung three tiger claws in the air, like a cloud hugging the moon. Just enough to cover up the hidden heart-piercing claws.
At this moment, the clear move is in front, and the secret method is behind. Monk Yankong stretches out his hand like a cattail leaf to block his eyes, and then steps back to avoid the black tiger's claws. However, he has already stepped into a series of traps, retreating step by step. Hong Wending's arms stretched out like wild cranes flying towards him. As he drummed in his Dantian, his throat roared, and his killing move was ready!
Hong Xiguan secretly taught the twelve hands of the Poison Crane to open and close, and continuously attack the vital points of the human body such as the base of the skull, throat, chest protrusion, and the seventh to eighth rib seams, repeatedly hitting the connecting muscle bundles of large muscle groups, and the side of the chin In the respiratory tract and nerve parts, yin and yang are all poisonous.
After being revised by an expert in life and death fighting like Hong Xiguan, this boxing technique has become a series of vicious and deadly hands that form a system with no way out!
As the middle door was tricked open, Monk Yankong's large official robe was blown up by the swift wind, and he was hit with a firecracker-like explosion. However, he stood still in the courtyard, as if he could no longer move due to nerve paralysis. Shengsheng accepted a series of killing moves.
Hong Wending held his breath tightly and did not dare to change, to prevent any flaw in the twelve poisonous crane hands that were connected closely, because he was the only one who noticed that his killing move had actually hit, but the other party did not show the slightest reaction from an ordinary person, as if The fatal weakness all over his body is just an ordinary spot on his flesh!
This terrifying reaction reminded Hong Wending of the inhumane and poisonous man Ma Ning'er, but the person in front of him clearly had all his limbs intact and would bleed in pain if bitten...
Hong Wending was observing something with his peripheral vision and had to start thinking about his retreat.
After all, this fight was different from the small fights in the escort agency where Tao Zian was taught a lesson. The strong murderous intent in the two people's moves had gradually affected his mind. According to his own estimation, if he couldn't succeed in another quarter of an hour, things would get worse. Uncontrollable again.
Monk Yankong narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling a little confused about the increasingly crazy and fierce Hepei in front of him. However, he was not afraid at all because of his thorough knowledge of Shaolin boxing.
After standing up and passively accepting the attack for a long time, he finally started to move. Just when Hong Wending jumped up and couldn't avoid it, Monk Yankong danced his palms like windmills, then suddenly turned around and put his hands on the ground, and kicked out his uninjured one foot in the air like lightning.
At this time, in Hong Wending's field of vision, there was no longer the strange monk in official robes, only a colorful tiger with a single tail standing upright and looking back. The tiger roared with disdain, and there were gusts of evil wind, attacking people. Come!
This move was fast and dangerous. Hong Wending felt that a shadow in front of him quickly enlarged, and in the next second, a big foot was already imprinted on his chest. Qi and blood surged all over his body. The smell of rust continued to appear between his lips and teeth, and he vomited blood. Then flew out.
"This is the ultimate move in the tiger-shaped fist - the tiger tail kick that penetrates the heart. How does it feel?"
Monk Yankong turned around with a grin, his evil face even more ugly and ferocious.
The through-the-heart tiger's tail imitates the vertical tail of a large insect. For ordinary people, just one kick in the chest, abdomen or lower jaw can cause him to vomit blood and coma, or even lead to immediate death with a split brain. Not to mention that it can turn into a series of tiger's tail, with each kick being more serious than the next. Until all the bones in the opponent's body are kicked to pieces.
This move is a technique he stole from a master in Southern Shaolin. Ordinary people would never imagine that the tiger-shaped fist full of tiger claws and tiger punches could hide such a sinister turn and kick. What’s more, I didn’t expect that a Zen sect that claimed to be compassionate would be obsessed with studying such cruel martial arts!
Buddhism is boundless and compassionate?
What a big joke!
Monk Yankong wanted to pursue relentlessly, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw a figure like a small bean, dragging a burlap bag with both hands, struggling to get into the alley, and almost hit him when he wasn't paying attention. Got it.
"Where to run!"
Monk Yankong was so angry that even the wound on his ankle stung. He used his iron palm to catch up and smash Xiao Shitou's head into pieces.
But at the moment of pursuit, a fierce murderous intention was quickly transmitted through the air. Monk Yankong's left hand was like a steel needle piercing the bones, and his skin and flesh were beating. A kind of premonition belonging to the warrior made him quickly duck out of the way.
The speed was faster than he imagined. Even though he had withdrawn his hand, a few strands of flesh and blood were torn off by a black shadow. The shadow was as long as a python and swam up the wall of the alley. Then it bounced back and fell to the ground with its limbs low. , head and tail undulating, looking left and right, the behavior is extremely strange, not like a humanoid at all.
Hong Wending's face was covered with purple bloodshot eyes. The blood at the corners of his mouth had not yet dried, and the shoe prints on his chest were also clearly visible.
As his body undulated and swayed, he seemed to be able to hear the strange sounds of broken bones moving together and blood vessels gluing and reuniting. His face was covered with swimming purple bloodshot eyes, and his eyes were dim, staring at Monk Yankong blindly. , the murderous aura condensed all over his body.
Xiao Shitou turned his head and saw this scene. He pulled the burlap bag faster and disappeared into the alley.
"Secret Dragon-shaped Fist!"
Monk Yankong's expression at this time was extremely exciting, and his voice was trembling and trembling. He felt that the anger all over his body was like a candle being extinguished in a heavy rain. After the anger stopped, a bone-chilling chill spread throughout his body, followed by an equally chilling feeling. Pure murderous intent surged out.
"Tell me! Where did you learn the secret dragon-shaped fist!!!"
Monk Yankong looked like a madman, with veins from his arms to his neck exposed. He sternly questioned Hong Wending, who was already in a state of confusion. However, as soon as he saw the strange look on the child's face, which seemed to be a smile but not a smile, his movements became stagnant and hesitant for a moment.
The smile on Hong Wending's face is difficult to describe in words. There is only a vertical line left in the blurred pupils, which seems to have the unique coldness of a crocodile lizard-like reptile.
"Have you ever entered the Southern Shaolin Wooden Man Lane?!"
The Vajra Prajna Palm split mountains and opened ridges, piercing through the wall without stopping. It was followed by Hong Wending's crushing. The breaths in his lungs were like thunderous bursts. The wind from the palm was overwhelming, but Hong Wending was like an autumn leaf in the wind, floating far away. go.
"No, it's impossible for anyone alive to come out of that place! Could it be that the old bald donkey Zhishan redrawn the "Ink Dragon Hidden Sea Map"?!"
Monk Yankong was still roaring, holding out his palms and chasing after him.
Hong Wen's movements are like dragons and snakes rising from the land, with murderous intentions appearing frequently, and stopping like dragons diving into the abyss, shushing clouds and calling for rain. Compared with the first time they appeared in the Wuyi Mountains, Hong Wen's strange boxing skills are no longer the same. Every time he appears like a dragon in the clouds, Floating and sinking, its momentum is agile and unpredictable.
Before Monk Yankong's fierce palm could turn around to exert force, Wen Ding's claws were already in a clasping position, and the back and wrist bones of his hands were wrapped around each other, fighting fiercely with his body.
The three manifestations of Yunlong are unpredictable from beginning to end. The first strike is like a horned dragon raising its horns, the second strike is like a blue dragon probing its claws, and the third strike is like a candle dragon illuminating the night. The light is extremely dazzling in the middle of the night, but if you look closely, it is a little bit blooming between the moves. The pure killing intent suddenly illuminated the opponent, and those pupils suddenly shrank like needlepoints due to fear...
Monk Yankong's official uniform was torn on his chest, and blood flowed from the wound, but he looked up to the sky and screamed, as if a bright pearl illuminated the fog in his heart.
"I know! The "Molong Hidden Sea Map" is only half of the essence at most, and this martial arts that selects and devours people has been poisonous for hundreds of years and has long since evolved to an incredible state! The Supreme Good Old Bald Donkey must have brought People enter the pagoda forest at the back of the mountain and pay homage to the dead body of the culprit among the withered pines!"
A trace of black energy suddenly spread in Monk Yankong's pupils. The painful hesitation in his movements just now was suddenly broken away from the stiffness of his body. Countless black filaments emerged and swirled along his pupils in disorder, until they occupied the white part of his eyes. The shape gradually became rickety and curved, as if it was undergoing an unstoppable transformation of muscles and bones, and the voice began to be intermittent.
"Haha, Supreme Shan... You are also worthy of being called Shan... I will show you what it is, the Secret Dragon-shaped Fist..."
The sound that followed was replaced by a sound that sounded like grief. The dark threads were affected by the call from somewhere, and gradually spread to the eye sockets, but they were completely different from the purple on Hong Wending's face.
This time, when he moved again, there was a sudden thunder under his feet. He crushed the stone slabs along the street without mercy, and threw out a punch with unprecedented strength.
The more the two of them fought, the more courageous they became. However, Monk Yankong's mysterious martial arts was completely opposite to Hong Wending's. No matter whether it was style or technique, there was no similarity at all.
When Hong Wending, who was quick and cunning, took action, there were strange martial arts pieces put together in one and a half moves, which were broken and messy to the extreme. However, what Monk Yankong used with both hands was the same pure and powerful martial arts move. block.
The martial arts used by Monk Yankong became more and more weird and twisted, as if some twisted and uncertain existence had awakened from the body and danced its claws. The two of them at this time, one was smiling but not smiling, sending chills down the spine, the other was glaring with anger, making people tremble with fear. There was a mist in the uneasy air, and the cold wind seemed to have lost its chill in this contest. Spend,
At this moment, the miserable and sinister wind on Ximen Street has roared up, turning into a strong black air that spreads. With their attacks, they wreak havoc and disaster, and even gradually take away the color of the surrounding things, leaving only Grayish whites and dark colors.
The wind roared in the dark alleys around, and gradually there was a noisy and crackling sound. There were countless ghosts peeping on the wall and floating around, looking at the two people who were more weird and terrifying than the ghosts in front of them.
In the alley not far away, there was a vague conversation.
"Junior sister's appearance... why has she changed..."
"Silly apprentice... Didn't you realize that you rescued the wrong person... You would have suffered a loss if you didn't get an advantage, but you almost got yourself involved. I'm really angry..."
"Oh...he just said..."
"Did you hear everything clearly just now..."
"Um……"
Two figures, one black and one white, hung vaguely not far away, and a figure turned out of the alley, dragging out a series of afterimages behind it. Monk Yankong's weird and bizarre figure was so close that he couldn't react, and he was already deceived. On the body.
I saw this figure erratic, the power of movement suddenly getting stronger and weaker, swallowing and exhaling suddenly, and the softness came out of the strongness of the two palms, which was really imprinted on the heart of Monk Yankong!
"Who just said that the palm skills I taught were vulgar and shallow?"
After the wind and sand subsided, the figure stopped and appeared. It wasn't until he hit Monk Yankong with the strong wind with his palm that he knocked down the wall. When he saw the monk running away without hesitation, he dissipated the masculine inner energy flowing around him and put away his left hand. "Hongjian is on the mainland", the right hand is in the posture of "arrogant dragon but regretful".
Then he turned his head and looked at the Gaozu disciple lying on the ground - he had been grinning from the moment he appeared, as if he had encountered a very feared natural enemy, and he could not help but sigh.
"I haven't seen you for a few days and I'm stupid again. What will I do in the future..."
Small stones represent emotional stability.
Because he was still thinking hard about the big change of his junior sister, but he still couldn't find the answer.
