He also said that Mo Wanren was beaten until he coughed up blood in the middle of the night with just a few moves. The battle with the great monk was in full swing.
The monk, who was supposed to be cultivating his mind and cultivating his skills, focused more on his skills than on his heart. He had not read many scriptures, but his skin was strong after hard work. He chose to fight head-on with the opponent. It's just that he is still young after all, and is not as experienced as the opponent, an old guy who has lived for many years. Although he is afraid of young people with boxing, Mo Wanren has also been immersed in martial arts for many years. In the looming strong wind, the great monk had no chance to get close.
Seeing that Mo Wanren's moves were becoming more and more fierce, the great monk sat cross-legged on a mountain, standing still as a mountain, with his hands clasped together and muttering something in his mouth. A layer of gilded brilliance faintly covered his body when Mo Wanren struck with a punch, and the light overflowed. The color shines brightly, just like the Buddha coming to earth, and the golden body is eye-catching.
Like a punch hitting an iron plate, Mo Wanren's fist with the sound of wind hit an invisible air wall about four feet away from the mountain, making a muffled "boom" sound.
Yishan's body shook, and Mo Wanren's fist became even more powerful.
From this, we can see the difference in cultivation between the two.
Although they are separated by mountains, the four realms of Buddhism are different from the seven realms of warriors. They are completely different, but they have the same goal. Going back to the origin and seeking the source, in the end is nothing more than the so-called return to nature, returning to true nature, turning into a rainbow, ascending to become an immortal in heaven and looking down on the world. Compared with the outside world, this Buddhist Vajra In the final analysis, there is not much difference when a martial artist climbs a mountain. But a fake climb is still a climb, and his mood is damaged. But Mo Wanren has only been in this state for ten or twenty years, and as time goes by, he becomes more and more familiar with it. Let this short and tall person The fat monk's Vajra cover protects his whole body while the brilliance flows, and Mo Wanren, who is hunting in all his robes with the whistling wind of fists, already has some signs of breaking through.
He recited the familiar "Heart Sutra" over and over again, which is a must for beginners of Buddhism. Although the tall and thin Monk Yishui usually behaves like enemies with his brother, who even the master cannot tell who is older and who is younger. They were fighting, so naturally they were still worried at the critical moment. When they were about to help, a vision suddenly appeared.
Just now, I was still coughing up blood and my pulse was weak. My energy surged in the middle of the night. The gloomy sky became a little thicker again. It was as depressing as the calm before the storm. It was so depressing that I felt stuffy.
Mountain rain is coming, and dark clouds are pressing over the city.
I heard a roar in the middle of the night: "Come, come, let's see if I can reach the top of your maternal family in the ninth level of Qi Refining."
Thunder rumbled in the nine heavens, and lightning flashed and disappeared. At midnight, like fireworks during the Ghost Festival, they rose straight into the sky. A tornado emerged at the right time, as thick as an old tree, and one person could not surround it. When the figure swooped down in the middle of the night, it carried the vast energy and hit Mo Wanren first.
Huanghuang atmosphere.
A group of Wudang disciples or pilgrims who had already escaped dozens of feet away were once again forced back by the tornadoes. Those who could not dodge staggered to the ground and used their hands and feet to try to stay away from this earth-shattering and strange scene.
The great monk Yishan who happened to be facing this majestic scene shouted, "Dear mother," and ran away without caring about Mo Wanren's full blow. Mo Wanren was so shocked that he broke out in a cold sweat when he looked back. He activated his Qi, which was so strong that it was almost substantial and spread all over his body.
Have you never thought that the inner strength is so strong that it is beyond human power? The rolling air machine twisted towards his arms. In desperation, Mo Wanren had no choice but to force the powerful energy in his body to continuously pour into his arms. His feet retreated sharply and he could only pull out his hands.
However, the force of the two tornadoes continued unabated and they were still less than an arm's length away. Mo Wanren opened his arms again, clenched his fist with one hand, released and retracted his Qi, shouted loudly, and punched into the tornado, followed by "Bang" The sound was like thunder, and the mighty tornado cut off the middle.
As soon as the tornado dispersed, fallen leaves, branches, and stones were scattered all over the ground. It was a mess, dust and smoke were everywhere, and it was impossible to see anything for more than ten feet.
In desperation, Yi Shui picked up Ye Xieyou and jumped a few meters into the woods. The other hundreds of people with high cultivation levels fled far away, while those with low cultivation levels scattered like birds and beasts coughing and running away.
The sleeves of Mo Wanren's robe rose and fell sharply, and Jiang Jiang could clearly see his surroundings. He saw figures flickering, and a fist brought wind and roared towards his door.
The strong wind had already struck before the punch could reach him. Such a fierce momentum made Mo Wanren have to be very energetic. Unlike the monk just now, who did not attack but only defend, the Buddhist Vajra Invincible could not find any flaws. The strength of this punch alone showed that it was aimed at killing someone. How could Mo Wanren dare to underestimate the enemy?
Pointing his toes to the ground, he quickly retreated, his fist following at half arm's length. Taking advantage of this gap, Mo Wanren twisted his waist and turned sideways, and also punched out.
It was impossible for Ye Sangen, who had some elements of a sneak attack, to catch him off guard. When he withdrew his fists and defended, they collided with each other. With just this move, the two of them were separated at the first touch and quickly disappeared into the smoke and dust that had not yet dispersed.
The two of them were not far apart in the blur, but they were both calm and motionless.
If they fight like this desperately, there are no tricks at all. It may kill them with one blow, or it may be like a gangster fight. As long as they find the right opportunity, they will take action with their lives.
Ye Sangeng, who has already guessed the identity of this person, will naturally not be merciful, or he will let the other person hit or scold him because he is willing to regret what he did three years ago.
It is true that the other party's recent attacks were not just about beating and scolding. Just like he had just taken advantage of the smoke and dust to disrupt his vision, the other party was also rushing to kill him.
The dust had not yet settled, but it was already better than before. Mo Wanren, who was extremely jealous when his enemies met, couldn't hold it back at first. He used all his strength to kick a huge mountain rock that was probably weighing a hundred kilograms towards Midnight, followed closely behind.
Casting stones to ask for directions.
It's just that this "stone" is too big.
On the third day of the night, he did not hide or dodge, his feet were uneven, his arms were holding the yin and embracing the yang, and he started Tai Chi again.
As soon as he entered Wudang Mountain, the closer he got to this Taoist ancestral palace filled with heavenly and earthly treasures. Ye San even inadvertently took action on the Tai Chi passed down to the world from Wudang Taoist sect.
It's not just a trick, it's just that it's in harmony with the Qi of this side of heaven and earth, just like the borrowing force in Tai Chi. Using the power of this side of heaven and earth to perform actions makes Ye San feel more transparent than can be said.
The vast air that fills the world comes from all directions, blowing wisps of breeze, quickly blowing away the dust that has not yet dispersed in this part of the universe. Before it settles, it lingers for nine days in the middle of the night.
Fuyao.
Surrounded by wisps of energy, before the huge mountain stone came close, Ye Sangen, who was already three feet away from the ground, lifted it up with his hands. The hundred-jin boulder rolled in his arms. He drew a perfect arc when he turned around, and when his feet landed on the ground, he was as graceful as Immortals cannot afford dust.
The boulder was spinning in the air, which was extremely weird. At the next moment, the sleeves of the robe were stirring in the middle of the night. It collided with Mo Wanren's fist and turned into powder.
There was dust and smoke again.
Mo Wanren's fist did not slow down, he broke through the rubble and hit the opponent's chest, but stopped a foot away.
It was blocked by invisible energy.
No advance.
Mo Wanren's eyes flashed, and no matter how hard he tried, he still didn't make any progress.
In the middle of the night, he rotated his hands and retreated, and the opponent's fist followed it as if it was being pulled. Then, with just a light push, Mo Wanren retreated.
Kill him while he's sick.
Ye Sangen leaned forward, his hands snaked up like a snake coming out of its hole, along with his fist, pinched at the elbow and pulled back, the opponent's powerful fist scraped the clothes and flew away.
Using softness to overcome hardness is exquisite.
Without further pursuit, the internal energy that was pulling the external energy came to a sudden stop in the middle of the night. He bent his arms and his body sank, but it was his mother's support for practicing kung fu.
This move is purely a skill developed by outsiders' martial arts through hard work and hard work. Just like the Buddhist Vajra is for defense, leaning against the mountain is for offense.
It is said that by practicing mountain climbing to the highest level, you can hit the mountain.
However, the shoulder stopped moving in the next moment and fell into Mo Wanren's free palm.
"Boy, is it really possible for the nine celestial revolutions to defeat my mother's family and reach the top?"
Mo Wanren's strike in the air transformed from a fist into a palm, and with the force of the palm, his five fingers turned into claws, like an eagle catching a rabbit, tearing open the door to Ye San even more.
Already in the middle of the night, he was wary when he couldn't reach his shoulder. He raised his hands and crossed them on his chest, placing them on the opponent's wrist.
Just with this change of hands, the first level of energy that had just been accumulated collapsed in an instant and was all dispersed.
"I have long heard that you practice the long-lost hegemony. Let's see how far you can reach under my hands."
As soon as the words came out, Mo Wanren's palm force became sharper. He bent his wrist inward, then pulled it back and pulled it outward, directly pulling off a sleeve of his robe.
In the middle of the night, this person was shocked by the fierceness of his fists. He opened and closed them widely without revealing any flaws. His shoulders sank and then rebounded, breaking open the opponent's palm. He held the moon with both hands and pointed upwards, pushing against Mo Wanren's face.
Mo Wanren was already on guard. He pulled off his sleeves and struck back quickly with his eagle claws, hitting the chest door again in the middle of the night.
This move to encircle Wei and save Zhao had to make Ye Sangen withdraw. The other party was risking his life, and he was not stupid.
Keeping his hands crossed, he pressed down to block the opponent's palm, and then retreated, apparently giving up the close fight with the opponent.
How could Mo Wanren give up? Immediately afterwards, the offensive followed like a shadow, and the shadow of fists and palms filled the sky and covered the night.
After taking a step back and opening up a distance of more than ten feet, Ye San unexpectedly pulled back, looking at the right moment, without guarding or guarding, and punched out without any tricks.
One stop per line.
The fists met each other, and the energy generated by such an all-out fighting method made a crackling sound like a firecracker, exploding, and a layer of seemingly invisible energy was like throwing a stone into a lake, causing ripples to ripple away quickly.
Mo Wanren's body just stopped suddenly, but he seemed to be outmatched in the night. He was blown three feet away by a blow. When he landed, he didn't stop and rushed forward again, even faster than before.
Two stops and two lines.
After fighting again, Mo Wanren obviously understood that the opponent was preparing for the attack. After all, his punch hit the opponent's palm, which felt a little more stagnant than when he punched just now.
This time, instead of retreating, Ye Sangen clenched his fists fiercely and pulled her into his arms.
Mo Wanren, who was pressing forward step by step, really didn't expect such a move. He preconceptionally thought that the opponent was gathering strength to launch the final blow. Fortunately, he was also a figure who had been fighting martial arts for a long time. Mo Wanren bent his elbow. Press down the opponent's front door.
At the third watch of the night, I turned my head to greet him with my shoulders.
Carrying yin and embracing yang, Qi circulates, and four ounces move a thousand pounds.
Stop three times and move three times, using your strength to gain strength.
A martial artist's fists and kicks should be mastered, and then there are weapons. The most troublesome part of practicing fists and kicks is the knees and elbows.
This place is full of bones, which is the best way to attack the enemy. It is extremely lethal and it is really torture to practice. It is said that from the beginning of practice, you have to hit a big tree with your elbows and knees every day. If the tree breaks, the success will be achieved.
This move belongs to the Bajiquan style, which originated in Cangzhou City, Hebei Province. It is popular among the military. It is an authentic killing technique. From this, we can also see Mo Wanren's thoughts on the fight between life and death.
He was well aware of the power of this move, and even though he deflected the elbow strike with skillful strength, Mo Wanren still felt overwhelmed by this move in the middle of the night. His right arm trembled, as if paralyzed, reaching to his fingertips, and his body became a little shorter.
But he was already prepared.
With the waist and horse united, Ye San Geng immediately punched out, but it stopped within half an inch of Mo Wanren's chest.
Four stops.
Already feeling the wind coming from the fist, Mo Wanren pressed down with his palm and raised another fist towards the opponent's armpit. However, at the next moment, he was confused by the attack that had succeeded but stopped in the middle of the night.
With his energy surging, Mo Wanren's punch unexpectedly missed.
In the middle of the night, he retreated without any fancy, one step at a time, completely out of the fighting range.
Four lines.
ready.
