Seeing that the four young men had strange expressions and irregular body movements, I put away the King of Martial Whip, concentrated the magic power in my hands, and was ready to try the so-called divine fighting technique.
"Drink! Hold the tip of the fire in your hand, and the world will stir up the East China Sea!"
At this time, a young man with a thin face suddenly jumped out. He flipped on the spot, and then a steel ring wrapped with gold wire appeared from nowhere. The strong wind made a sound as it danced, showing its weight.
"Huh? This is...the third prince of Nezha?"
Looking at the other person's appearance, I immediately thought of Nezha, a fairy image that is common in parts of the south.
Nezha, nicknamed Marshal of Zhongtan, is worshiped in many folk temples. He is also called the Third Prince or the Prince. His image is three heads and eight arms, holding a fire-pointed spear, a silk ribbon, a circle of heaven and earth, and feet on wind and fire. Wheel, dressed in lotus and lotus leaves.
Of course, the image of Nezha also varies by region. Some temples have statues of Nezha that turn the world upside down and capture the Dragon King, while others have three heads and eight arms holding magic weapons. Anyway, they are all different.
The skinny young man in front of me was not invited by Nezha. At best, he was faked by some lonely wild ghosts. He relied on evil energy to enter his body and was strong and thick-skinned. It was enough to fool ordinary people, but if he met someone from the Xuanmen, It seems ridiculous.
"Come on, let me try what you, this little Nezha, can do?"
I threw away the cigarette butt and waved to him with a smile.
"How dare you, a brave mortal, refuse to worship me when you see me!?"
The young man holding the gold wire ring stared with anger, and immediately shouted.
"Don't tell me you're a liar. Even if I'm here, I'll still straighten my back. You're just a little Yinhun. You have such a strong tone. Kneel down!"
The next second, my whole body was ejected instantly, and my fingers turned into claws and I rushed towards the opponent like a tiger.
"The universe suppresses evil and traps demons!"
The thin young man had a serious expression, and he waved the gold wire ring with both hands and swung it towards me.
clang!
The next moment, a crisp sound came out.
"God fighting is somewhat interesting, but even if I don't use magic, I can crush you with just the hard work of the past ten years!"
I used one hand to cling to the gold steel ring tightly, and I continued to release a force that was not inferior to the opponent's.
"Drink! Incarnate as a lotus flower and clear away the filth!"
As he finished speaking, the thin young man saw bulging veins on his forehead, and his eyes gradually became scarlet.
Bang!
Immediately afterwards, a strange force suddenly emerged from the other party, and it knocked me back almost in the blink of an eye.
"A bold mortal who dares to be disrespectful to me will eat my Qiankun Circle!"
Just when I had just stabilized my figure, the thin young man was already approaching me with a gold wire ring in hand.
"Young master, I'm disrespectful today. Let's see what you can do to me!"
Seeing that the opponent was so close, I stopped raising my hand and quickly clasped my fingers together into claws. In an instant, I used the Eagle Claw Technique to block the heavy blow from the steel ring.
To be honest, this magical fighting technique is really powerful. Originally, the thin young man was just an ordinary person, but since he invited some unknown dirty thing to come on, he has become extremely ferocious. Not only is his strength beyond expectation, but his movement speed is also incredible. Quite outrageous.
Fortunately, the years of hard training came into play at this moment. With his flexible steps and tricky eagle claw skills, the lean young man's state also lost his previous speed, and he was beaten back several times by me.
"A mere evil spirit dares to call himself a god. I will die for you!"
During the fight, I finally found a flaw in the opponent's attack, and I slammed the stone-piercing eagle's claws on his Heavenly Spirit Cap.
Click!
The next second, there was only a sound of broken bones, and then the look in the eyes of the thin young man suddenly dimmed, and he gradually collapsed to the ground like mud, and finally lost his life.
"Hey, there are the three of you, coming next?"
With a smile on my face, I turned around and looked at the remaining three young men. The eagle claws in my hands were impatient. After practicing martial arts for so many years, I had never tried to put what I had learned to full use. This time I was finally able to do so.
"drink!"
Hearing this, the three young men quickly made hand gestures and raised their heads high.
"Disciple sincerely invites you, the Patriarch shows his power!"
Tap tap tap!
Following three heavy stomps on the ground, an invisible wind suddenly blew up.
"The number on Huaguo Mountain is as high as the sky, and there is no one who can defeat me with my stick in the sky!"
At this time, one of the young men's eyes suddenly changed, then he scratched his head and ears, and kept making weird monkey laughs from his mouth.
"True Lord Zhongli of Guanjiangkou, use the three-pronged halberd to sweep away the demons!"
Immediately afterwards, the second young man's expression tensed up, and scarlet-like lines instantly appeared on his forehead.
"The power of lifting a pot when drunk is extremely powerful, and the sword of pure Yang can kill demons!"
Finally, there was the third young man. He was holding his sword finger with one hand and holding the other hand behind his back. His whole demeanor changed drastically.
"The Great Sage Qitian, True Lord Erlang, and Lu Dongbin are really wonderful. Let me test how many abilities you have!"
Through my yang-yang eyes, I could clearly see that the three young men opposite were filled with strong evil energy, which was even more powerful than the previous one.
It has to be said that the magic of fighting that was once popular here in the south does have its merits.
In fact, there are real and fake gods. There are very few who are capable, and most of them are charlatans.
Similar to the Yihe Lotus cultists in the late Qing Dynasty, the so-called "magic skills" taught within them are fake.
Of course, that's not to say it's all false.
After all, Yihe is a force that has gathered all kinds of strange people among the people. There are indeed experts who know how to fight with magic. They can be invulnerable when using magic and can carry sharp weapons, even if they are hit by bullets. Will kill.
Many people may think that I am bragging when they see this, but this is a real thing in history. How can I put it, the so-called divine attack by the Yihe powerful people can be said to be half true and half false.
Really, they do have strong skills. Almost all of them are martial arts masters who practice internal strength. This internal strength is similar to the golden bell cover iron cloth shirt of Shaolin Temple. They all rely on a breath of Dantian Qi to control the blood flow and make the skin strong enough to withstand swords, guns and swords. Halberd attack.
Fake, the idea of inviting gods to the body does not exist at all. They are just using this gimmick to quickly attract believers and consolidate their power. According to current theory, the method of inviting gods to the body is actually a kind of self-hypnosis. They constantly suggest themselves in the mind, imagining a person. A powerful god, and then imitate his demeanor, words and actions, and finally imagine that he has become that god, invulnerable to weapons, fire and water.
The true magic of fighting can only be mastered by people in Xuanmen, and Maoshan is the most representative one. Their lineage can be regarded as carrying forward the magic of magic.
The earliest divine fighting techniques basically involved inviting ghosts to take over the body, and they were all used by civilians, so it’s hard to tell whether they are true or false. But in my opinion, as long as you don’t encounter someone who can take over the body with divine thoughts, you don’t need to be afraid. .
