First-class masters practice their Qi to become steel, and when they move their hands and feet, their True Qi surges with them. Even if they are alone in the face of thousands of arrows and iron cavalry collisions, they can still be unscathed. As long as their True Qi does not dissipate, their bodies are even stronger than meteorite iron falling from the sky. Even harder.
However, when fighting against opponents whose realms are similar to each other, few people will choose to catch the opponent's weapons with bare hands, and more will choose to use dexterous moves to block and deflect the weapons.
Because between opponents of the same level, it is difficult to open a fixed gap in the strength of the internal energy of the Qi. The use of some special moves and emotional fluctuations will cause a short-term increase in the Qi that seems to have been exhausted. .
If you take the enemy's weapon with your bare hands, maybe in the first move, your internal strength is one point better than the opponent's, and you can successfully push the opponent back. But in the second move, if you use your strength hastily, the opponent may use a special move, and the internal force may be counterpressed. Beat you by one point.
At that time, the skin is in direct contact with the weapon, and there is no time to react. The flesh and blood will be cut open and the bones will be broken, causing you to lose the chance to make a comeback.
But today Prince Meng did not think about these things.
His right hand was still pressing Han Wengong's gun shaft. When he saw the stick and knife coming, he reached out with his left hand and grabbed the bamboo stick. He raised his right foot and kicked the blade directly. .
Bang! ! !
The three internal forces on the gun, stick, and knife pushed his body back violently. However, his hands pulled and twisted together, intertwining the gun shaft and the bamboo stick, and the contact section in the middle was twisted like a twist.
The bamboo joints exploded, and the bamboo strips were tightly twisted with the curved black steel.
Prince Meng let go and changed his move. With a lightning-fast palm, he struck the spot where the two weapons were twisted from top to bottom.
First, a half-human-sized palm print was shot from the air, and then the two weapons were released at the same time, falling crosswise and sinking deeply into the soil, dividing the palm print into four parts.
Taking advantage of the opponent's loss of weapons, Prince Meng completely ignored the two men who were ambushing him. He only took a long step, walked straight forward, and with incredible speed, he raised his palm and pushed towards Han Wen Gong.
Han Wengong opened his cuffs, turned his wrist, and raised his real weapon.
Previously, Han Wengong said that the gun was originally the flag gun of the Southwest Army, and this was not a lie.
Although a flag gun like this is very majestic when it is in the army, it is not suitable for wielding it in battle. It is just a gun that has been forged for hundreds of times. In terms of its quality, it is even difficult to compare with it. The swords and knives of some second-rate people in the world are comparable.
Han Wengong carried out this gun just on a whim. When he went to war in his later years, he also had a sense of nostalgia, but his real weapon was a pen.
The pen holder is about one and a half feet long. It is dark green and I don’t know what material it is made of, but it looks extremely heavy. The tip of the pen is as big as a baby’s fist. The three inches of wolf hair are gray and only the tip of the pen is pure black with thick ink.
After he took the pen out of his sleeve, he used a real pen-holding posture, with the index finger and middle finger pressing, the ring finger and little finger pressing against the pen barrel from the inside, the thumb pressing firmly, the palm empty, the wrist flat, and the barrel straight.
This movement of lifting the pen just happened to deflect Prince Meng's palm upward and outward, but it only barely allowed the palm to deflect Han Wengong's body.
The swift and unparalleled palm force blasted out from his side, hitting the river behind him, and a series of water columns exploded from the bank to the center of the river. The waves were white and mist burst out.
Prince Meng missed with a palm, his shoulders swayed, and his arms instantly transformed into thirty-six flying palm shadows.
Among these palm shadows, those struck from above often have their fingers spread out, like waves crashing against them.
The one who attacked from the middle was with palms like swords, pierced by flying fish.
Attacking from below, close to the lower abdomen and waist, is like a snake burrowing deep into the ground. The trajectory of the attack is arcing, sharp and sinister.
The Yuandao Qigong practiced by Han Wengong was created by a Confucian master who was a master of the classics. It is said to be based on the classics, quality based on laws, and based on the national canons.
When it comes to attack power, it can only be said to be mediocre among first-class masters. However, if others want to knock him down, facing this kind of qigong brushwork that criticizes the weak and recovers without missing a beat, it is like trying to use a sword to knock him down. It is extremely difficult to cut off the plum fragrance.
His body floated back, his left hand was like stroking his sleeve to spread paper, and his right hand was making continuous strokes, making circles and hooks.
The series of "Summary Gouxuan", "Burning Gao Jidial", "Hongzhongsiwai", "Crying Hunger and Howling Cold", "Hanying Zuihua" and "Tou idle San" are not only calligraphy, grammar, but also a wonderful skill. Moves are displayed.
A large pen was drawn in circles between the continuous palm prints of Prince Meng, repeatedly blocking the most difficult point to exert force, allowing all offensives to slip away from him.
With this retreat, Han Wengong had retreated far away from the shore and onto the water. The deflected palms were like streaks of dim blue light, bombarding the water, causing large waves of water to explode again and again.
As they retreated and advanced, the two figures were walking on the water, full of energy, and they could fly out by tapping their toes on the waves. They ran like lightning all the way to a position close to the middle of the river, without any moisture on their bodies. Mark of.
However, just when Han Wenggong stepped onto the water again, there was a slight lag in the circulation of Qi, and a wet mark quickly appeared on the gray soles.
Although he still retreated, it was not as easy as before, nor as fast or as far as before.
Han Wengong's expression remained calm, but he sighed in his heart: After all, at his age, could he be unable to resist the temptations of the world so quickly?
Prince Meng's Four Seas Swinging Hands. When you first start practicing this skill, it is best to find pools and waterfalls, or even go to the beach to wave your palms against the waves to practice the surging palm power. But when you step into the realm of a first-class master, you can use this skill. After you have mastered martial arts skills to a high level, the four seas in your palm skills will have another layer of meaning.
It refers to the sea of yin channels, the sea of yang channels, the sea of blood and marrow, and the skull, palace and mind in the human body.
Everyone knows that the brain of the cranial palace does not need to be elaborated. There are two places of Yin and Yang, which refer to the two Ren and Du meridians. The blood source marrow sea refers to the bone marrow vitality from the human spine to the limbs.
After mastering the Four Seas Confusion Hand, if you fight with an enemy, as long as you come into contact with the opponent's true energy, even if you fail to break the opponent's defense, it will gradually induce an imbalance in the "four seas" and cause the internal poison to explode.
When it comes to internal poison, it is mysterious and mysterious. It is not an ordinary poison that invades from the outside world, but refers to something that is born with the mortal body, or even something that is engraved in the blood instinct and passed down from generation to generation.
For example, when a person encounters an extremely frightening attack, his limbs will become stiff, unable to move, and unable to dodge in time; after encountering excessive cold and freezing, he will throw away his clothes irrationally; when emotions are intense, his ability to respond will be weakened. The perception of pain leads to stepping into more dangerous situations; after being hungry for a long time, not feeling hungry, so that when digesting oneself, internal bleeding, but feeling warm... the list goes on.
There are countless kinds of "internal poisons" in a fragile human body that can kill them if they are out of balance.
When the internal poison caused by Shi Hai's wandering hands truly explodes, the internal organs will melt, the brain will boil, the skin will turn cold and red, and you will die with a smile on your face.
But Han Wengong was not in a hurry. He was still some distance away from the fatal step, and his goal of delaying his opponent had been achieved.
Looking at the shore, the situation has completely reversed.
Regarding Luoyang, Gu Lanxiang, Chen Shouzheng, plus Anfeiyu who used the activation contract off-site to bring about various surprise attacks, as well as Nangong Lei and others who could barely play a role in restraining them.
The notorious flower-picking thief, Bai Bujian, who once destroyed the noble daughter of the Cui family in Qinghe and still escaped with her life despite her innocence, and the mountain wolf who is said to be killed three thousand times a day in the mountains. He will challenge any martial arts school in the Lingnan area and kill him in battle. , and soon followed in Luo Yin's footsteps.
When Bai Bujian ran away, he was stopped by Anfeiyu's Air Eagle for a moment. Guan Luoyang caught up and kicked him in the back of the head. The mountain wolf had his left arm broken by Guan Luoyang. Chen Shouzheng held up his long knife and Gu Lanxiang hit him with a stick. Broken his forehead.
Only Divination Master saw the opportunity too early, and his martial arts skills were slightly better than those of the three guardians. He escaped too fast, and Guan Luoyang and the others failed to stop him.
At this moment, everyone rushed towards the water together.
Guan Luoyang's green shadow flying through the air, Chen Shouzheng's gentle waves on the water, Gu Lanxiang's violent tread on the water, the waves that exploded, and even the momentum that Nangong Lei and others followed closely behind.
It seemed that Prince Meng, who was bent on killing Han Wengong, was finally alert and alert.
He turned his back to those people, and only Han Wenggong could clearly detect the slight change in his eyes.
Unexpectedly, he stopped suddenly but did not run away. Instead, he asked a question.
"Did you expect that I would be angered by you?"
"Most of the people who are direct descendants of the Demon Sect have some problems that they will never ignore, but according to ordinary people's opinions, they don't pay attention to them at all, and there is no way to take advantage of them."
Han Wenggong was happy to talk a few more words, delaying time, and said, "Fortunately, I happen to be the kind of person who has some weight in your eyes."
At that time, the direct descendants of the Demon Sect were all selected from the land of Liuzhao and the mountains at an early age. They were taught by teachers in those high mountains and dangerous places. They were withdrawn and taciturn, and practiced martial arts that was harsh and even abusive. Lord, you are not allowed to walk in the mountains until you reach adulthood.
Their teachers will teach them martial arts and teach them how to convince and coerce others, but will not pay attention to their moral character. Therefore, once these people arrive in the colorful world outside the mountains, they can easily indulge in reckless behavior. Trampling on etiquette and falling into evil deeds.
The disciples of the Demon Sect who are taught in this way are not only talented, but also have extraordinary perseverance and endurance. Once they are in danger, they will have many whims that are difficult to predict for the righteous people.
They are naturally outstanding, but among members of the same demon sect, this "excellence" is too similar. No matter how independent they appear to be on the outside, they will eventually be classified by the public as the "devil sect". Among the group, the most powerful ones were called disciples of the Demon Cult.
Han Wengong studied for a long time and found that this group of people actually pursued their own independent existence almost pathologically. In order to show their uniqueness, they would even create some quirks for themselves at any risk.
Prince Meng was an elder of the Demon Cult at the time, and later an envoy of the Fire and Luo Dynasty. In fact, he was not an upright person in the Tang Dynasty. However, he liked the splendor and pomp like a prince. It was precisely for this reason.
Han Wengong's method of deliberately admitting the wrong person was indeed clumsy. If anyone else had made a similar move, there would be no violent reaction in Prince Meng.
But this old man was, after all, the head coach of the expedition to the southwest, and he happened to be an "old friend" whose martial arts skills were not that terrible, but not too low.
Prince Meng understood, and the aura on his body became more and more silent. The brilliance in his eyes, the hair on his temples, and the hem of his robe seemed to be frozen.
The floor tiles under his feet were polished like mirrors, cold and smooth, reflecting the starry sky dome made of countless pearls at the top of the hall.
At the end of the main hall are steps made of stone bricks carved with the patterns of the divine dragon, nine sons and beasts, leading straight to the top, which is like a rock bed-like throne.
There seemed to be many stalagmites gathered behind the throne, and it also seemed to be a seven-headed poisonous dragon, with its neck standing stiffly and abnormally, overlooking the hall.
There is someone on the throne, an invisible figure holding a sword.
"Xiu Yang, you are very lucky and have great talents, but you have not made any progress for a long time."
"My subordinates are too indulgent in pleasure."
Prince Meng heard his own voice in his ears, with a hint of unexpected panic.
He thought that he must have been hunched over and hunched over at that time, not daring to raise his head.
"No, there is nothing wrong with having fun, but your happiness is too monotonous, and it is done deliberately to maintain your own image. This kind of joy is not pure enough!"
"Happiness should be a purely natural thing. Let's do something else. Find something that is truly happy besides abusing white beauties, squandering fine wines and delicacies, and squandering gold, silver and famous horses."
Ding! !
The figure holding the sword flicked the scabbard and sang out, "Flying light, flying light, I urge you to drink a glass of wine. I don't know how high the blue sky is and how thick the yellow earth is. I only see the cold moon and warm sun, coming to fry people's life."
"If you eat bears, you will be fat; if you eat frogs, you will be thin. Where is the Lord of Gods? Taiyi'an is there..."
Ding! ! !
The song is far away and everything is broken.
The brilliance of the setting sun shines into the broken dome, and all the fragments of the ground, walls, and pearls disappear quickly.
There was still water under Prince Meng's feet, and Han Wengong was still in front of him. Han Wengong's answer even had a lingering sound in his ears.
"The immortals wandering on the earth, the poem that startled the dragon."
He muttered to himself and took a breath.
This breath flowed out from the gaps in the eight meridians, Dantian Qihai, Rendu Xuanguan, hundreds of bones and blood vessels in the body, so that all the muscles and bones relaxed.
Prince Meng blew forward with this breath.
Han Wengong was on full alert, never being careless in the slightest. He raised his hand in time and gathered all his energy, but the wind in his ears suddenly became violent, and everything in front of him quickly moved away.
boom! ! ! !
A figure crossed the water, and a huge water curtain rumbled up, extending from the center of the river to the shore.
Snapped--
The soles of my shoes stepped on the wet shore.
Han Wengong staggered, taking one step back, then another, swaying, and he didn't know how many steps he took before he was able to gather himself, put one hand on his chest, and vomited blood.
In the middle of the river, Prince Meng, who was exhausted, fell into the water. The water reached his chest, and the waves hit his face.
He opened his eyes and let the river water wash into his eyes. He stood straight again and slowly rose from the water.
He raised his hand and blocked Guan Luoyang.
