The bearded swordsman was keeping vigil while the others were already asleep. Outside the temple, there was heavy snowfall, which was white and desolate. The sound of the wind is shrill and shrill, like a woman whimpering and crying.
Suddenly, a dull and distant bell sounded from nowhere in the world, as if the earth was shaking. The bearded swordsman felt a little sleepy, his head suddenly dropped, and he suddenly woke up. Only later did he realize that he had dozed off, so he quickly stood up and went to check the dart. After confirming that everything was normal, he sat back down again. By the fire.
The fire was nothing but scarlet embers, not as blazing but still hot and warm. The bearded swordsman casually poked at the embers with his boots, then grabbed a handful of dead branches and added them in. Suddenly, tongues of fire swirled around, and the bright light drove away the darkness.
Previously, the thousand-year-old bell of Fanke Temple rang, indicating that the time of birth has arrived. Zishi is the most sinister time of the day, and strange things are most likely to happen, especially in an abandoned temple. Therefore, the bearded swordsman chose to keep vigil in person until dawn, when the rooster crows, and the evil spirit gradually dissipated, and then the four chick bodyguards would watch over him, and he himself would sleep for a while, and when the sky dawned, he would start again Start on the road.
The bearded swordsman suddenly rubbed his eyes, thinking that he was dazzled, and looked blankly at the snow outside the temple.
Unconsciously, the snow became much heavier. The heavy snow in the sky was carried by the strong wind, like white shadows wandering back and forth in the dead and dark night.
A gust of cold wind suddenly came, and the bearded swordsman frowned, quickly leaned against the stove, lowered his head and added a handful of dead branches and leaves.
That machete with astonishing momentum has experienced countless life-and-death fights and is covered with scars. It is always only one hand away from the bearded swordsman. If there is anything strange, it can be picked up in an instant.
Suddenly, the bearded swordsman frowned. He suddenly discovered that the vast white outside was not snow, but a thick fog.
He subconsciously held the knife and suddenly thought of some terrible fact.
It is said that in the deep mountains and old forests, whenever it is midnight, as long as the moonlight is not enough to illuminate the ground, there will be mist in the forest. It was a night walk of hundreds of ghosts, wandering in the vast white fog, hunting for food until the rooster crows at dawn and the fog gradually dissipates, and these ghostly creatures will hibernate back underground again.
The bearded swordsman stood up and quietly released his martial spirit.
Huge coercion filled the air, and everyone was suddenly awakened.
"Get behind me."
The voice was unhurried, but extremely dull.
The temple suddenly burst into flames, and the yellow talismans that had been placed everywhere burned violently. There was something mixed in the blazing flames, making a hissing sound.
The next second, a dark wind suddenly blew in and extinguished all the fires.
The temple suddenly became dark and dead, without any light, and it was impossible to see even one's fingers.
The bearded swordsman swung his sword fiercely, and the blade flashed. At that moment, he clearly saw dozens of yin beings outside the temple slowly approaching.
"Hide back! Hide behind me!" The bearded swordsman roared, swung his sword, and poured out the energy in his body with an astonishing momentum.
The dead trees outside the temple collapsed one after another, and the heavy snow was cut to a point of stagnation, but the figures of the figures only slowed down for a moment.
Sensing an extremely cold aura, the bearded swordsman quickly stepped back. In the pitch darkness, even though he couldn't see, he could roughly judge the location of the object by feeling the airflow around him.
Guiliu was in the dark. He didn't know the battle situation ahead, so he could only rely on the direction of the sound to find a safe place.
Suddenly, Guiliu's hand groping for the cold wall suddenly touched something warm and rough. His heart trembled immediately, and he almost screamed out of fear.
"It's me." An old voice sounded from the darkness.
Gui Liu was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that what he was touching was a withered hand, and he said cautiously: "Old senior?"
"Let's hide behind, don't get hurt by accident." The old man's voice echoed in the darkness. Even though the two were close at hand, they couldn't see each other. They could only listen to each other's and their own footsteps to judge the direction and direction of retreat. distance.
The two of them finally came to the corner of the wall, shoulder to shoulder, and with the feeling of touch, Geiliu felt a little calmer. He followed the sound and looked, but all he could see was darkness.
The bearded swordsman slowly closed his eyes, held his breath, and carefully felt the changes in the airflow around his body. He didn't open his eyes, but he suddenly turned his wrist and slashed horizontally.
A yin object was instantly turned into ashes.
The dark wind suddenly became shrill and sharp, like a woman's tragic and desperate roar and scream. The white snow was stagnant.
One after another, the yin objects swept into the temple, carrying the evil aura, and crashed straight into the bearded swordsman.
"Get out of here!"
This small world suddenly became as bright as day for a moment. The sharp cold light was like an arc-shaped crescent moon, cutting across this small world.
Guiliu's eyes widened. At that sudden bright moment, he saw clearly the swordsman's swordsmanship with the big beard.
That is the Side Hat Sword Technique, which was created by Gao Shengzhi, the master of sword technique in the past. He was only half a step away from being able to join the lower three ranks and become the great master of martial arts that everyone trembled with all over the world. However, he was killed by dozens of master martial artists of the same realm. After his death, the "Side Hat Drinking Water Collection" which records sword skills began to be circulated in the world and had a great influence on later generations. Nowadays, everyone who practices swordsmanship in the world has more or less the shadow of swordsmanship master Gao Shengzhi in every move.
The moment the cold light penetrated the horizontal slash, dozens of Yin objects were cut in half, and finally annihilated and dissipated.
Taking advantage of this free time, the bearded swordsman quickly took a breath of fresh air and adjusted his muscles to their best condition again.
A few feet away from the temple, the ground tore apart without warning, and an extremely narrow gap appeared. There is a yellow spring erupting from the ground, full of insects and snakes, and extremely fishy, gradually forming a very narrow river, which is the water of the Nai River recorded in obscure ancient books.
The evil spirit lingered on the water, and a figure wearing a black gold robe slowly emerged.
The black and gold color symbolizes the extremely high rank of official uniforms.
Six hundred years ago, King Lingli was tyrannical and cruel, and he killed hundreds of officials here. The beautiful landscape has turned into a sinister place. The resentment is deep, the evil spirits gather, and the water of the river is created.
There is no doubt that this ruined temple was supposed to be used to suppress evil spirits, but for unknown reasons, it ended up in such a state of ruin.
The bearded swordsman was calm and composed. Of course he didn't know the story about this place. Those figures in black gold official uniforms, filled with ferocious aura, have slowly come over.
Facing the vagina, he cannot see it. He held the knife in both hands and remained motionless.
In the temple, the martial arts spirit flowed crazily, like a river rushing thousands of miles, with an astonishing momentum.
He's going to use this machete and give these things a good word.
Since I don’t want to be a lonely ghost,
Then die!
He finally pulled out the sword and disappeared directly on the spot. When he appeared again, the sword flashed with light, and a female figure split into two halves.
The wind suddenly became shrill and shrill.
Countless Yin creatures, wrapped in evil spirits, attacked him crazily. The bearded swordsman kept changing his body shape, and his sword skills were strange. He walked in the darkness, as if he was at ease, and he easily opened and disemboweled one after another of the fetuses. In the blink of an eye, the Yin objects that had been surrounding them disappeared.
In the abandoned temple, the light of the sword flashed and disappeared, and then appeared again, dim and uncertain, like the lightning that pierced the sky from time to time on a dark rainy night.
Guiliu opened his eyes as hard as he could, trying his best to capture the figure of the bearded swordsman in the electric light and flint. How can this be the atmosphere that a second-grade martial artist can have? This guy is clearly a martial artist at the peak of the third rank!
Suddenly, Guiliu punched fiercely.
A Yin creature failed to make a sneak attack and was blown away by the fist.
Guiliu's heart sank. Since his side would be attacked by a sneak attack, what would happen to the four chick bodyguards who had no ability to protect themselves?
A timid voice sounded,
"Little doll, are you a warrior too?"
"I asked for your forgiveness, senior, for not informing me before."
Guiliu smiled, made up his mind, stretched out his hand and slowly touched his eyes.
A pair of golden eyes, flowing light.
He looked somewhere.
Somewhere in the darkness, there was a pair of strange scarlet eyes.
The two eyes collided.
Inside the temple, an extremely shrill and terrifying scream suddenly erupted.
It turned out that the bearded swordsman raised his sword and beheaded the ghost mother who climbed up from the water of the Nai River.
Guiliu's figure swept out, took a deep breath, and completed his fist intention.
Those Yin objects are not the main thing. The reason why this temple attracts Yin objects is because of the gilded and peeling black Buddha statue.
As early as the first time he entered the temple, Gui Liu could tell at a glance that the Buddha statue that had lost its incense had been refined by a Yin god.
They are also evil things, but they are called "Yin Gods" because the Yin Gods have opened their minds and are far more terrifying than evil things.
There is such a record in a certain unofficial history, "In the great temple of Huangze, there are Buddha statues in the forest of cranes, and the evil spirits become Buddhas."
If this Yin god is allowed to act recklessly for a few hundred more years, will it be able to occupy the position of a Buddha statue and kill people to become a Buddha?
"Fuck you."
Gui Liu sneered, punched out with all his strength, and hit the Buddha statue hard.
The Buddha statue remained motionless, gushing out majestic evil energy, forming a scarlet and terrifying majestic image.
Suddenly there is a faint Sanskrit sound between heaven and earth.
It turns out that this Yin God is about to become a Buddha.
Guiliu suddenly raised his head, furious, "Go away and become a Buddha!"
He suddenly opened a fist fight.
With your body as the center, the air currents are surging layer by layer. Throughout the temple, the ground tore apart and the sound was like thunder.
The bearded swordsman suddenly turned his head and looked somewhere in the darkness, his eyes filled with surprise and uncertainty.
What a powerful aura. Is this guy a warrior of rank?
Guiliu brewed his fist intention, and slowly punched out. It seemed as light as floating catkins, but it dispersed the evil energy that hit his face.
This boxing frame comes from the only martial arts book "Old Man's Boxing Record". The person who wrote it is not a high-level person. He has practiced boxing all his life and has never reached the rank. But the purpose of boxing in this book can be said to be magnificent and eternal.
Guiliu slowly punched out one punch after another. Different from the domineering attack with all his strength before, each punch was gentle and flat, and the intention of the fist flowed like a trickle. He did not ask for an offensive, but just transferred the attack of the Dharma to Heaven and Earth. Break up.
After all, it was a Yin god who was about to become a Buddha. Sometimes when Gui Liu's fist is slightly stagnant, his weak point will be caught and he will be hit hard with all his strength.
He was already seriously injured, so he would rather bear it than interrupt his increasingly engrossed fisting intention.
So the flesh and blood on his chest burst open, dripping with blood, and there was a shocking puddle.
Punch after punch was delivered one after another, hitting in the majestic evil energy, like water dripping into the rivers and lakes, only causing small ripples. The soft punch has no strength at all.
One punch or two punches won't work, but what about countless punches?
If you look closely, it turns out that every time Gui Liu punches slowly, he quietly spreads his punch power around the Buddha statue. These slowly flowing palm powers gradually condense and gather together, gradually forming a atmosphere.
This is the purpose of boxing in "Old Man's Boxing Record". It is not about how fast or hard the punch is, but how many punches can be thrown and how far it can go.
In the arena of the previous dynasty, a seventy-year-old man walked with trembling steps, and every step was filled with punches. Even though it took a long time to punch out one punch, and even ten punches were not as good as one punch from others, but traveling around the arena The journey was long and the sky was high, but he never missed a punch.
He walked through famous mountains and rivers, looked up at the cliff carvings, saw the Spring Festival in the Five Ridges, walked through the north wind tundra, and finally, he walked to a disappeared mountain village.
There, he met a man, a man who single-handedly made the entire world unable to lift his head, the world's supreme boxer, the best man in the world.
After traveling around the world for decades, each step was a slow punch, and he finally punched quickly.
An old man who has been practicing boxing for a lifetime and is still only in the third level. Even if he uses all his strength to punch, how powerful can he be?
So the unrivaled number one martial artist in the world didn't even hide. He just relied on his extremely tempered physique to meet the ridiculous third-level boxing power.
After the punch, there was no one around, except for a deep, sunken pit.
The number one person in the world, with supreme boxing skills, his meridians were severed and he died with his eyes open.
Since then, "Old Man Xiquan Lu" has become famous all over the world, and countless people have followed it, but no one has made a name for itself in the world. But in today's world of Jing Dynasty, this martial arts secret book has been ignored by no one and has become a sad song.
However, "Old Man's Boxing Practice Record" is still circulated in the world, even if only one person practices it, even if it only appears in an abandoned temple.
As the force of Gui Liu's slowly unleashed punch reaches its maximum, the evil energy appears to be dissipating, and it is clear that his strength is at its end.
Gui Liu's fist flowed through his body, and wherever he passed, the evil energy shook and shattered.
His figure suddenly became motionless.
A head full of white hair, dancing like a mad demon.
The bearded swordsman murmured to himself: "How can this boy be a warrior of high rank? He clearly just broke into the realm."
Outside the temple, the heavy snow that had been falling quietly suddenly danced wildly and fell straight in one direction towards the temple.
Gui Liu slowly spread out a hand,
When a snowflake fell on his hand, it melted instantly.
He suddenly clenched his fist, and at that moment, his fist power reached its peak!
boom!
There was dust and thick smoke.
The Buddha statue was first filled with cracks and then exploded to pieces.
The majestic evil spirit dissipated completely.
The moonlight leaked through the forest, which was as sparse as residual snow.
Gui Liu gathered his energy, wiped his hands, and walked out of the dust and smoke, the golden light in his eyes gradually dissipated.
He quietly wiped the blood from his mouth and looked at the snow and moonlight in the distance with a sigh.
It turns out that after leaving home, traveling far and wide was all about the world.
