The coach's injury was strange.
When Guan Luoyang first caught him, he felt a layer of coldness covering his chest and abdomen, and his hands were even covered in frost.
Although it was already the end of September in Guangzhou, the climate was still similar to summer in some places. It was a ghost to see frost under the bright sun and freeze directly on living people.
'Spell? Or a special function? Is there such a thing in this world? '
Guan Luoyang has only been here for six years. Apart from practicing martial arts and killing people, he may not know much about the world.
But Lei Gong's experience is so rich. He traveled all over the country, fought against high-ranking officials, and fought against foreigners. He also held a high position in the Boxer Rebellion. Guan Luoyang once asked him, but he categorically said that except for gods to confuse people's hearts, method, the rest are all tricks that rely on props and techniques to deceive people.
While his mind was spinning, Guan Luoyang felt strong in his palms and pressed a circle on the instructor's chest to activate his muscles and blood and disperse the thin frost.
The instructor's nose and mouth overflowed with blood, and he opened his eyes and looked at Guan Luoyang.
Before the two of them had time to talk, Guan Luoyang's body dodged again, his calf hit the root of the outer wall, and he punched through the broken wall.
He swung away Seymour's hand that was attacking Ma Zhixing.
Guan Luoyang quickly reached out with his other hand and grabbed Ma Zhixing's shoulder. He flew him out and landed next to his coach.
One after another, the treasure that I have been searching for for thousands of days and nights is right in front of me, but I can't get it.
Demon Seymour did not appear anxious or angry because of this, but he developed a stronger bloodthirsty desire. He stepped on the broken wall and rushed forward when the opponent retreated.
He still used the footwork and body position used in boxing, but when he crossed the remaining wall, the figure took on a posture that looked like a giant python and crocodile swimming in the air for no reason.
It's like treating the air as a swamp on the water. This pounce is both agile and ferocious, and the fist that swings the arm reaches is extremely tricky to land.
Guan Luoyang struck his wrist with an oblique arm and punched him. His forearm suddenly went cold. The hairs from his elbow to the back of his hand stood up. He stepped back under his feet, dodged the stabbing surface and stabbed his chest, and pursued him. Several fist shadows.
"drink!"
The foreigners on the opposite side pursued him too hard, and if he retreated for a long time, he would lose. Guan Luoyang only took three or four steps back, then exhaled loudly, held his chest and pulled his back, and used the method of slashing and thrusting with the crane fist, and fought for the center line with his fists.
In an instant, the two men moved their feet slightly, attacked with their hands, and exchanged more than thirty punches.
The four arms collided endlessly. The four sleeves of the tuxedo and the blue coarse cloth were shattered one after another. The rags flew around like butterflies. The continuous reaction force caused the distance between them to slightly widen. With the last punch, the two of them simultaneously Landing right hand.
Guan Luoyang fought for the front line, extended his arms with his back fist, and his arms were longer than those of his opponent. He was one step ahead of Seymour and hit him in the chest.
There was a thud, like a newly-made drum taut with iron and wood! !
Seymour arched his body, his feet rubbed violently, and he was knocked out.
But Guan Luoyang's arms exposed to the air, after dozens of collisions just now, were covered with patches of condensed frost. More than a dozen harsh white spots were unevenly distributed, spreading rapidly and connecting to each other. His hands were about to be frozen.
The tingling feeling penetrates from every pore. I have already mastered my skin training to withstand cold and heat, but I can't stand it. There is a feeling of warm and numb muscles under the skin and stiff joints.
This is a sign that severe frostbite and necrosis is about to develop.
Guan Luoyang hissed, dropped his right arm to his elbow and pressed his wrist, touched his left arm forward, closed his lips and raised his tongue to touch his jaw, took a long and deep breath, practiced his Qi and skin, and trembled vigorously.
With this touch and shake, every muscle in his arms from the shoulders to the tips of his fingers was mobilized, the blood flow accelerated, the palms of his palms were congested and red, the pads of his fingers glowed, and the ice that was almost frozen into a shell was shaken to pieces and ejected. Towards the periphery.
Guan Luoyang didn't dare to slack off, he strode very fast with both feet, twisted his waist and swayed his arms, as if he was riding a galloping horse, riding a bloody horse that was running wildly. He tightened his empty hands and swung two sledgehammers. go out.
The three emperors made a series of powerful moves, and the Arhat flipped the hand hammer.
It is a boxing move jointly created by Dai Haichen, a master of the Three Emperors of the North and a descendant of the Eighteen Hands of Luohan Boxing from the South.
Arhat Quan, although in the ears of people who have heard a lot of storytelling, it seems that it is just a set of basic Shaolin boxing techniques, something that only unknown young novices practice.
But in fact, among the southern boxing styles, Luohan Boxing is quite important.
Since its spread in Fujian in the early Qing Dynasty, it has evolved into the "Eighteen Arhat Kung", "Defense Vajra Palm", "Acupoint Technique", "Buddhist Hammer with Large Frame and Small Frame", and the "Eighteen Bronze Man Hammer" ", "Vajra Six-Way Short Fight" and "Hongquan Buddha's Hand", etc. Counting the past generations, it can be said that there are tens of thousands of disciples.
The more widely spread boxing is, the more people practice it, and the more it will develop.
Both sides are famous masters of hard fist and hammer strength, and their knowledge is extensive and profound. However, the northern fist is for qi training and the southern fist is for skin training. They must be combined together to achieve the continuous hammer strength of punching the sky-shattering cannon.
The fierceness of this boxing technique is like a body made of copper and iron, filled with mercury that reverberates fiercely.
With every move, the mercury rushes wildly, and the center of gravity turns sharply. Only the outer skin that is strong enough to bear the power of this movement can it produce such an explosive force when punching out.
Even if a solid wood statue weighing seven to eight hundred kilograms is placed in front of you, it will fall apart on the spot if it receives such a hammer.
Seymour waved his hand to block the punch, and a slight blood mark exploded on his arm. However, as the scales flashed, the skin was not broken directly. However, the arm was shaken by the force of the punch, and the empty hole in his chest was exposed. , what was ushered in was a continuous attack like a siege hammer.
Guan Luoyang galloped forward eight steps in a row, punching each step. The speed of his pursuit was faster than the speed at which Seymour was knocked away, so every punch could be delivered solidly.
Seymour's feet were already off the ground, and he was completely hit by the punch. He retreated in mid-air. When he was punched in the chest, he was almost hit by microwaves in the air that were visible to the naked eye. After the clothes exploded, the scales on his chest were so deep and conspicuous that they looked like There really is such a thick and mysterious layer of scales.
The light of the scales had become extremely unstable under the force of the fists, and the cold air seemed to burst out from under the gaps and from the skin.
Maibol, who was sitting on the ground pale and holding his wound, saw two shadows flashing past him. He let out a roar, ignored the wound's collapse, ducked down with his back arched, and protected his head with one hand before slamming into them.
Guan Luoyang felt the evil wind coming at his waist. With a flick of his hand, the chain hammer changed its direction. His left fist hit the hand protecting the back of Mai Boer's head, and his right fist hit him in the middle of the back. Both of the Arhat flip hammers were hit with the back of the fist. A little harder, hitting the vital point.
One punch only made him dizzy, but the second punch broke his spine.
Maibol was hammered to the ground on the spot, face down, and his whole body hit the ground in the courtyard, sinking slightly.
But because of this delay, Seymour had already flown far away and knocked down another wall.
Guan Luoyang took a long breath, and the air flow between his mouth and nose became more intense. He retained the air of Sanhuang Lianjin and caught up.
Before he could clearly see the human figure between the collapsed walls, he saw the figure on the ground rolling around.
With a whine, dozens of broken bricks were swept up into the air and shot toward Guan Luoyang.
Guan Luoyang slashed vertically with his palms and spread out all ten fingers. With one strike, he scattered all the gravel hitting him to the ground.
But a curly hair flickered at the lower edge of his field of vision.
Demon Seymour had already sneaked up to him, bent down and stretched out his arms. His hands were like a crocodile opening its mouth, and he was hugging Guan Luoyang's waist.
Looking at his momentum and posture, the follow-up of this move is obviously like a crocodile biting its prey, a crazy twist, which is no longer the punching and hugging technique in boxing.
Under the repeated blows, this Seymour seemed to be stimulated to some kind of instinctive strangulation movement. Originally, there were many flaws in the movements of a second-rate boxer, but when combined with this strangulation, the flaws were revealed. Sweep away, nothing remains.
Guan Luoyang couldn't directly defeat Seymour's move, but he counterattacked with attack, using the trick of exerting force on the hips in the Arhat's seat in Luohan Fist. His waist and hips suddenly hit back, and his entire lower body moved quickly. , the upper body naturally slashed downwards, squatting down to receive the move of the old ape slashing the water.
Due to human's natural physical condition, it is difficult for humans to exert force when sitting or squatting, but when apes are squatting, the strength of their upper limbs can be exerted more rapidly.
Guan Luoyang squatted and struck, and before Seymour's arms were twisted together, his fists struck both sides of Seymour's shoulder blades.
Seymour fell to the ground face-on, Guan Luoyang jumped forward, knelt on his back and put strength on his waist, with his knees as the center, turned half of his body, like a martial artist pressing a tiger, and came back to hit him continuously on the back of the head and neck.
This foreigner's fighting experience was shallow and his techniques were crude. He didn't take it seriously at all.
But the strength of the cold air in this person's body to defend against the shock was a little too outrageous.
Guan Luoyang's fist, which weighed several thousand kilograms, hit such a vital point as the back of the neck, but he never felt the bones being broken.
Some of the force on his fist was released, and some of the force was knocked back, which even caused a dull pain in his finger bones.
Guan Luoyang pressed his knee on his lumbar spine, and was about to gather the strength of the Three Emperors again when his heart suddenly tightened and he moved sideways without thinking.
boom! ! ! ! !
This gunshot was a bit too long, and if you listen carefully, you will find that it was several shots connected together.
Before hearing the gunshot, Guan Luoyang had already been shot once in the collarbone and right rib, and there was a blood mark on his neck.
There were two more craters on the broken wall behind, and a bullet flew through the gap and hit the wall of the house next to the ancestral hall.
After being shot, Guan Luoyang couldn't hold his breath and coughed heavily, coughing up blood and shaking.
Since the completion of skin training, Guan Luoyang has been able to sense the golden wind before it moves, coupled with the body and physical ability to easily dodge ten steps away from the waist, Guan Luoyang has relied on this premonition of crisis to dodge bullets and has never been hit.
But this gunman was really incredibly fast. As soon as the sense of crisis was born in his nerves, the gun had already hit him.
If he was an ordinary master like Zhu Changshou, and was beaten to death by such a gunman, he would probably be beaten to death directly.
Seymour, who was lying on the ground, kicked Guan Luoyang in the waist.
There are powerful enemies nearby that cannot be killed, and in the distance, master killers and gunmen have arrived, and the crisis is imminent.
Guan Luoyang grabbed his ankle with his backhand, his long body stood up, his joints trembled violently, his feet shook, his waist swayed, his arms swung, he screamed angrily, like a living dragon throwing arrows, and threw the foreigner in his hand.
The Eight Banners of the Manchu Qing Dynasty advocated wrestling competitions. At that time, there were many kinds of wrestling methods in the capital. Baguazhang was established in the capital. It combined with wrestling and roughly divided the wrestling techniques in martial arts into thirty-two types, eight wrestling with live hands and eight wrestling with dead hands. The body is tied up and thrown eight times, and the body is tied up and thrown eight times.
The silk-winding part in Wubu's grasp mainly absorbs some characteristics of northern boxing, such as pile-breaking skills, center-of-weight collision, and methods of throwing, binding, and beating.
The word "Tangsi" sounds soft. In fact, in the northern boxing system, especially the Tai Chi Bagua sect, the real method of "Tangsi Jin" is said to be able to make a person involuntarily, like a meteor hammer, with just one move. They were also thrown away.
Although Guan Luoyang is not yet capable of making people fly with just a touch of his hand, he used all his strength to catch and throw, which is the most powerful among the thirty-two throwing techniques.
Seymour was thrown by him and directly drew a high and far arc in mid-air, projecting towards the group of people rushing towards the end of the street.
There were killers and soldiers in that group, and those in the front row who had guns were ready to raise their guns. When they saw a big living person coming from the air, they were so frightened that they ran away to both sides.
Even the leading monk and the woman in a blue cloth gown and blonde hairpin couldn't help but step aside when they saw the momentum.
After Seymour fell to the ground, he slid forward a certain distance and knocked down four or five Qing soldiers.
By the time Arhat, Dian Mu, and Chang Qiang Xiao Yang arrived at the ancestral hall, it was already empty.
Dian Mu saw an abnormal water wave in the river next to her. With a sword in her hand, she plunged into the river like a snake. The water was so deep that it only made a splash the size of a tea cup.
But when she looked in the river, the silt and sewage were billowing, and she couldn't see where the enemy had gone.
After a while, Dian Mu came out of the water and came ashore, taking a sip of saliva that smelled of water.
"If you can walk through the water with two people, this person will probably just run away using the mud at the bottom of the river as a path."
Xiao Yang had already changed the ammunition, tightened the grip of the revolver in his hand, and said: "I fired five shots in a row, and he can still do something like this, he must be a master of second practice. Leading people running underwater should be He was practicing qi, but he didn’t lose any blood or strength when he was hit by my gun, so he should be practicing his skin.”
After listening to what the two of them said, Arhat ordered everyone to search along the coast. He frowned again and glanced at the ancestral hall: "If your prediction is correct, the instructor will add a second-level master to fight two foreigners, but it is necessary to make such a big fuss. ?”
They looked back and were surprised to find that the foreigner who had been thrown so far and hit the ground had already gotten up unsteadily.
Seymour covered half of his face, with large pools of blood flowing out from between his fingers. His face landed directly on the ground. It was so painful that he couldn't feel his nose, but the deepest emotion in his eyes was confusion.
"I...my face...you obviously don't understand this kind of power at all, how could you...I am the one chosen by God...My..."
Painful stimulation and failure that should not have appeared in his life took turns attacking the calmness brought by the cold air.
Confusion and humiliation alternated in his eyes, and panic replaced confidence.
After a long time, he could no longer suppress the heat in his eyes. He slowly knelt down and touched his head to the ground, his shoulders twitching.
After Arhat and others approached, they looked at each other in astonishment.
This foreigner who had shocked them just now and made them feel unfathomable had no traces of serious injuries on his body. Why...
Cried? !
