The third day of the first lunar month is the day of punishment.
It is advisable to move the coffin during burial and avoid disturbing the earth for worship.
Under the winding mountains, there are lakes surrounded by trees; there is a cave between the water waves.
When he fell to the bottom of the lake, there was no sand. Instead, there was a vortex like a sea eye, which sucked Xiang Ji's body back and forth. After being thrown into darkness, he was thrown out and fell into a moist cave.
"The mountain road has eighteen bends, and the waterway twists and turns. Where did I fall?"
The bones were broken and Xiang Ji was in severe pain all over. He glanced at his abdomen where the big bloody hole at the mouth of the bowl was penetrated. He couldn't help but gasp slightly. He took out the talisman left by Old Doctor Huang from the black wooden box. He had no chance to find water. , he simply rubbed it with the blood, wiped the Xunmei blade violently on the ground, causing sparks to ignite, then stuffed it into his mouth and swallowed it.
He closed his eyes to recuperate for a moment, until he felt better and regained the strength to move, then he raised his eyes and looked around. The cave was dark and rugged, with jagged rocks. Looking out along the entrance of the cave, he could sometimes see some broken utensils with seals. The ancient well, the stone gourds covered with dust, the broken pottery pots and bowls, and even some fine porcelain fragments, and the pile of charcoal fire condensed into lumps all showed that someone had been here before.
"I fell into the lake and came here, and it was right under the cliff. It was probably the underground palace. I just didn't expect it to come in this way. Fortunately, Qiu Laohu gave me the key earlier, and I really obliged. There is a saying that good fortune and misfortune depend on each other.”
Xiang Ji took a long breath. How capable he is and how much work he can take on. The more he is in a place where the tiger is crouching and the dragon is entrenched, the more careful he has to be. He knows this truth, but he didn't expect such a change this time. Everyone underestimated Panshan. The tiger's strength after being taken away from his body led to such disasters.
This is also very helpless, because not many people in this world have ever come into contact with the true power of the Constellation Sequence. The drunken monks were all figures from hundreds of years ago. The obsession left behind is at God knows which level. Possessing a martial artist from the first level is actually To be able to beat and kill a group of four-level and three-level combatants is really a tragedy caused by poor information.
Xiang Ji learned from his experiences and lessons, and decided to complete the initiation ceremony of the Kuimulang sequence as soon as possible and become a ten-step martial artist. This would be regarded as having the power to protect the body. Otherwise, it would be impossible to compete with those figures from aristocratic families. Fighting for supremacy, once they reach the third level of martial arts and can release their energy, they will inevitably complete the initiation ceremony, and will not officially start the inheritance of magical powers until the fifth level.
He took a deep breath and got up from the ground. There was still a stinging sensation from the wounds all over his body, but it did not affect his actions anymore. The Xunmei Knife was put back into the black wooden box, and he replaced the key and the secret book of blood sacrifice. It's time they came in handy.
All the way out along the cave, the ruins just now came into view, and there was a gurgling underground river, which could be two or three feet wide. The water flow was dark, and you could feel a cold feeling from a long distance away, and it was connected to the lake.
As he went deeper, Xiang Ji discovered that some strange herbs gradually appeared by the river. Some were like sapphires, winding like snakes, rooted in the river, and growing in the cracks of rocks. Some were as red as corals, with many branches and no leaves. , but there are many green fruits, all of which take root in the water.
"Although I don't know any of them, I have studied herbal medicine with the master for a few days. I can see that these are all good things. They should be of the 'yin' type and need to be supplemented with yang herbs. Pick them first and then talk about it."
Xiang Ji made serious observations and found nothing, so he started taking action based on the principle of plucking the hair of a goose and leaving traces of the wind.
Not letting go of all the big and small ones, he stuffed them all into the black wooden box. He took out two sharp weapons and long knives and stuck them on his waist to avoid insufficient space.
After passing this section of the river, the herbs gradually became thinner and turned into scattered stones. There was nothing mysterious about them, so Xiang Ji stopped picking them up and just hurried on.
After about a stick of incense, he gradually saw the source of the river. It was a stone door as tall as two people, embedded in the rock wall. The stone door was mottled and simple, flowing with the vicissitudes of time. The river It's what's coming out of the door.
"Is this gap the keyhole?"
Xiang Ji stepped forward and groped for a while, and found an arrow-shaped gap in the middle of the door. He immediately remembered the key to the underground palace that Qiu Laohu had given him, and by accident, he came here in advance.
He didn't hesitate, just inserted the key inside, and saw the entire stone door trembled and made a buzzing sound.
Boom! Boom! One after another, like the beating of a war drum, and then a creaking sound, the ancient stone door seemed to be rusting, making a harsh sound, and slowly opened a gap large enough for one person to pass through.
"Next, it's time for the secret book of blood sacrifice to come in handy, but what can they gain by studying the underground palace for three days?"
Inside the gate, there was a long corridor, but this corridor was a bit ridiculously big. On the stone wall, bronze lamps that were about a foot high suddenly lit up, bright yellow flames bloomed, and the entire corridor was suddenly as bright as day.
A person walking in the corridor is as tiny as an ant.
The bronze lamps on the stone wall look like bronze, but in fact they are bronze essence. It often takes hundreds of kilograms of bronze to hammer out a piece of bronze essence as big as a palm, and it requires the help of a master weapon craftsman. If you do, bronze essence can be used to forge hundreds of refined weapons, which is considered precious.
Looking at this corridor, there are a total of eighteen bronze lamps like this, which can be called rich. It is no wonder that some people think that the underground palace is related to the tomb of King Zhao Wuling.
What's even more strange is that these bronze lamps are engraved with different pictures. Xiang Ji looked at them one by one, and the records were actually from horse training to horseback riding, and even the training of cavalry and archery soldiers. The costumes seemed to be somewhat similar to those of the Hu people. Similar to this, it was just an ordinary training method at the beginning, but it became more and more complicated as it progressed, involving a secret medicine prepared with animal blood and strange herbs. It seemed to be used to strengthen the cavalry, and it was of its own kind.
"Is this the opportunity in the underground palace? The art of riding and archery includes riding and shooting. It is indeed a heritage worthy of understanding. However, I am being knocked off the cliff right now, and there is a deadly battle with no outcome. If Boss Tiger presses It would be troublesome to rush over from the underground palace.
Although the stone door is thick, it may not be able to block it. The door blocked by the method of blood sacrifice is the place to live. There is no need to care about three days or not. Let's take a look inside first. "
Xiang Ji estimates that Panshan Mountain is definitely the most dangerous these days, and it's not even certain whether those on the mountain can block it if they join forces. These bronze paintings can be seen at any time, but life cannot be saved at any time.
He walked all the way and looked at it, sometimes dark and sometimes bright. He crossed a lot of land, and finally crossed the corridor and came to an equally tall underground hall, covering an area of about 30 feet, and was blocked by the same stone door.
It's still a hole the size of an arrow, but this time the inside of the hole is dark red, which is exactly the portal that requires blood sacrifice to open.
The previous two sects promised him three days to comprehend in the underground palace. They must have considered that the door in the depths would probably take more than three days to open, otherwise they would not be so relieved.
It's just that the current situation is special and no one could have expected it.
"Soldiers have spirits. Chi You is worshiped as the Lord of War. In the past, there were eighty-one Chi You brothers. They had the bodies of animals and human voices. They had bronze heads and iron foreheads. They ate sand and stones. They built military swords, swords, halberds and big crossbows, and forged soldiers with 'tiger souls'." The Yellow Emperor was so powerful that he was benevolent and righteous, but he could not stop Chi You, so he was defeated, so he looked up to the sky and sighed; the leader of all armies, our ancestors respected Chi You."
Opening the Secret Book of Blood Sacrifice, the first sentence made Xiang Ji chuckle. The military master enshrined in the world was actually Chi You. The method of weapon sacrificial training is believed to be derived from his inheritance and evolution. He is the ancestor of sacrificial soldiers and created the tiger soul. Such a peerless magic weapon.
"The blood sacrificer combines the human body with the body of the soldier, just like raising a seed, irrigating the spirit with blood day and night, the inner energy travels, forges and blends, imprints the breath of one's body, and is supplemented by magnets. Over time, they can naturally become part of each other and communicate with each other. ··”
After constantly reading, Xiang Ji probably understood the method of this blood sacrifice, which is to irrigate with blood every day and warm and nourish with internal energy. After reaching the point where he can sense its existence with his eyes closed, he can start to look for magnetic stones and grind them. It is turned into powder, part of it is smeared with blood and tempered by fire and integrated into the weapon, while the other part is swallowed into the stomach to form a stable connection.
The arrow-like key in your hand is an artifact that has been practiced for a long time. It only needs to be practiced with the method of blood sacrifice for more than five days to awaken the remaining spirituality in it, open this door, and see this... The true face of the ownerless underground palace.
In the past, only the founders of two sects used unknown methods to enter and have a look, but they did not claim that this underground palace was theirs. It was still recognized as an "ownerless thing", but the key and path were in their hands, making it difficult for outsiders to enter. .
"Five days... No wonder the two sects were so relieved to let me come down and meditate for three days."
Xiang Ji looked strange. The situation was broken by Panshanhu's action. Everything was in chaos. No one knew how long he had been underground. No one even knew that he fell off the cliff and entered the underground palace...
In a sense, it can also be regarded as the 'chance' predicted by the hexagrams. There is nothing better than this.
He simply sat down cross-legged, without bandaging the wound. He took the arrow and inserted it into his flesh and blood, then lay down in front of the door. The Kunshan Jin and Zhenlei Jin in his body took turns to warm the arrow. Just wait for five days.
In this dark underground palace, the passage of time gradually blurred. Xiang Ji could only roughly judge that he was really hungry, so he took out the fifty-year-old ginseng given by the elder Zhui Shanqi Jiang Tan. Recuperating injuries can also strengthen cultivation.
The power of the medicine enters the stomach, and the internal energy warms and nourishes the internal organs, limbs and bones. The flesh and blood gradually fills up, the tendons and veins swell, and there are signs of impacting the third heaven.
Five days passed, and the wound had healed. The key began to change color under the nourishment of blood, highlighting a dark red color. When inserted into the gap of the stone door, there was indeed a reaction. The stone door suddenly became loose, and a person could pass through it. gap.
"Let me see what is left in the underground palace. Did the founders of the two factions really empty it out?"
He breathed a sigh of relief. He was a little exhausted after all this tossing. He stepped into the hall. As he entered, the stone door slowly closed and there was no more movement.
It's just that the scene in this underground hall is quite different. There are not many things. In the center is a sarcophagus. It looks less than half a person long and an arm wide. The sarcophagus has opened a corner, and there is a picture carved on the coffin body. Thousands of horses galloping.
"Is this... a sense of edge?"
The moment he saw the sarcophagus, Xiang Ji felt extremely palpitated. A power like the edge of a sword emerged, extremely strong, and seemed to fill the entire coffin.
Gathering up his mental strength, he looked carefully at the opened part of the coffin, and gradually saw a corner of the artifact. It was not a person buried there, but a bow!
A magnificent bow with a bronze base and vermilion gold patterns!
puff! The moment he saw it clearly, Xiang Ji's eyes hurt. Tears mixed with blood kept dripping from the corners of his eyes. If he hadn't used his mental power to protect him, his eyeballs might have exploded just now. That coffin was too dangerous and contained unknown things. strength.
After half a stick of incense had passed, his eyes improved, the blood stains gradually dried, and he looked in other directions.
In addition to the coffin containing the large bow, there are nine stone sculptures surrounding the sarcophagus. What these stone sculptures carve is actually a bow and arrow with different mouth shapes.
Although it was just a stone statue, and there was not even an arrow on it, Xiang Ji still felt palpitations in his heart, but it was far less intense than the sarcophagus.
"What kind of place is this underground palace? There is a bow buried in the coffin, and nine stone bows are buried outside the coffin. It doesn't look like a human tomb..."
According to historical records, King Wuling of Zhao promoted horseback riding and archery in Hufu. In addition, there were bronze lampposts on the road that recorded the art of horseback shooting. Could it be that this underground palace was the place where he buried his bow and arrow? "
Xiang Ji thought about it and gradually came up with an inference: the bow and arrow keys, and the bows and arrows buried deep in the underground palace, probably even the Qianshan Sect and the Qiudao Sect didn't expect that he could successfully enter.
After all, the agreement was for three days at the beginning. Even with the method of blood sacrifice, he could not enter this area in three days. However, it took him five days to set foot and see the real core area of this underground palace.
"Hmm? There are some things engraved on these nine stone bow sculptures?"
Suddenly, he discovered that there were many things carved on the stone carvings in front of him like bronze pillars, but they were not the previous pictures, but densely packed words.
But after careful observation, Xiang Ji was dumbfounded, "I don't recognize this word!"
There are many characters engraved on the first stone sculpture, but I don’t recognize any of them. Which of the Zhao characters from the Warring States Period can be recognized by the world today?
But Baoshan was right in front of him, how could he be willing to miss it and return empty-handed?
Try using spiritual power to communicate? Xiang Ji turned his head and pressed one hand on the stone sculpture. The spiritual power in the ancestral cavity between his eyebrows turned into waves and surged out, covering an area of two feet.
Gradually, these mental powers touched those small characters, and I suddenly felt a completely different picture.
These small characters swam like tadpoles, blending into different pictures. In the picture, a man's eyebrows were shining, and his soul was out of his body and sitting cross-legged on the heavenly spirit. His mental power gathered together and condensed in the palm of his left hand. A big white bow.
Then, his right hand was raised and held in the air. The light of the sun and moon between heaven and earth stirred. It was drawn by the soul, blended with spiritual power, and mounted on the white bow string. A feeling of spiritual martial arts permeated the air. Come.
The glow gradually thickened, the spiritual power boiled, and a soul arrow on the big bow took shape in an instant, sparkling brightly, and suddenly shot out.
bass!
Xiang Ji's eyebrows hurt, his head jerked back, and he almost fell to the ground. The arrow shot directly into his mind, and turned into the tadpole text he had seen before, and he kept repeating the bow and arrow. The method of using spiritual power.
"There is such a spiritual archery technique! The spirit is the bow, the will is the arrow, and the power of heaven and earth is condensed!
Its name is...The method of martial arts riding and shooting? "
After a while, he gradually woke up and realized that this was the method of riding and shooting popularized by King Zhao Wuling back then!
In the past, after Zhao Yong came to power, because Zhao State was always at a disadvantage in the wars between the Central Plains princes for hegemony, and Zhao State's borders were often threatened by neighboring princely states and invaded by nomadic peoples, he worked hard to strengthen himself, promoted Hufu riding and shooting, and fought with Zhao State in the north of the country. He trained cavalry in the border areas of nomadic peoples and changed the way of fighting during the Warring States Period. Therefore, some people believe that he is the ancestor of cavalry.
And at the moment when he received the inheritance, a sharp thorn suddenly protruded from the stone sculpture that Xiang Ji was holding. It was extremely sharp and it was made of an unknown material. It pierced three inches of his membrane on the spot and tore his fingertips. A drop of blood was taken out.
not good! Xiang Ji's expression suddenly changed, and he instantly thought of the characteristic 'bloodline inheritance' of the princely family! I saw that drop of blood falling, but it did not blend with the stone bow. It was as if something had been touched immediately, and the entire palace was filled with a sense of murder.
Chi!
In an instant, cold light flew out, and a beam of sharp light condensed from the stone bow and shot straight towards Xiang Ji.
Anyone who is not a descendant of Zhao and breaks into the palace to seize magic should be pierced by thousands of arrows!
Xiang Ji swung his fist upwards, and the mental power that enveloped his body for two feet continued to condense. It compressed and turned into a layer of dark water waves that adhered to his arms. He struck up and down with a hammer to withstand the edge, constantly rubbing and bombarding him.
Wow! The sound of waves arose in the void, and the force of the fist was like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, flowing mightily. When the left and right fists moved up and down, the continuous force like the torrential river suddenly began to spin, swallowing the sharp edge like a whirlpool, disrupting and stagnating it.
Boom! The sharp edge was blocked, Xiang Ji stepped forward, turned his fist into a palm and pushed it away, and shot it backwards into the stone wall, sinking it three inches deep!
Chi Chi Chi!
However, this was just the beginning. As soon as the attack was blocked, the stringless stone bow immediately started to riot, shooting eighteen arrows in a row. The arrows condensed from the void and turned into sharp edges to kill them, extremely fierce.
You know, Xiang Ji has only comprehended an inch of the sharpness of the sword, and when this happens, eighteen levels of sharpness will appear on his body at every turn, and even the three levels of martial arts masters will be shocked.
"There is a blood test facility in this underground palace. It is probably the archery inheritance left to the descendants of the Zhao Kingdom. I am not a descendant, so I probably triggered the defense facility here to kill the intruder!"
He sighed in his heart. He really didn't expect that the princely family's control over inheritance would be so strict. The word "monopoly" is really not a lie. No wonder the founders of the two sects only took away weapons and unimportant martial arts. These things were not touched at all. No.
bass!
The Xunmei Knife and Tingfeng Knife were unsheathed at the same time, white and green Qi penetrated the rainbow, and they drew mysterious tracks in the void in an instant. The sharp edges were intertwined, and the dark sword light was like the deepest trench in the North Sea. That was the sign of Kun Yu in the sky. Jumping and chanting.
Immediately afterwards, Xiang Ji released all his spiritual power from the center of his eyebrows, performing a bright moon emerging from the deep sea and shining for nine days.
The bright moon rises in the sea, and the Kun fish swallows the sky for nine days!
In an instant, the two swords slashed dozens or hundreds of times in a row, and the howling sounds merged into one, turning into a thundering Kunpeng roar that rippled away, and suddenly collided with eighteen sharp edges.
clang!
A dull sound sounded, and most of the sharp edges were blocked, but there were still a few that flew by, tearing open Xiang Ji's three-inch membrane, leaving blood marks, but the crisis was not over, the stone bow was still shooting, even more violently!
Boom!
This time, a hundred and eight sharp edges shot out, like hundreds of divine feather arrows, each one setting off vacuum ripples. This terrifying power made Xiang Ji jump with fear. Faced with this blow, if Without anything to protect his life, he would probably end up miserable.
"Heaven spins and thunder spins!" he yelled, bending down like a plank bridge, swinging his two swords and spinning them as soon as he stepped down. The thunder force continued to activate, and the wind of the swords formed into one and enveloped him like a thunder ball. .
Chi Chi Chi! The sharp edge was approaching in an instant, and after just one encounter, it tore open numerous dense holes in the blade cover, and the sharp edge poured out like running water, like moonlight.
Even the second move of the Purple Thunder Sword Technique couldn't stop it. It was torn open instantly, then exploded into thousands of flashing light points, shooting out in all directions.
"The stars have changed!"
Continuously retreating to the vicinity of the stone gate, Xiang Ji stepped on the ground with both feet. He used his last resort, his body expanded to nine feet, and he suddenly faced one hundred and eight sharp edges, using his physical body to turn them around; such a contact with heavenly secrets The longer the alien internal energy and power lasts, the stronger the resistance will be, and the higher the compatibility will be, the physical body will gradually adapt to it, reaching the point where it can be integrated, accepted and then transformed and transferred. He plans to use time to grind it.
puff!
In an instant, blood spattered, and his whole body was as shabby as a sieve, with one hundred and eight holes appearing, blood continuously flowing out, and bone stubble scattered, which was extremely tragic.
Suffering one hundred and eight swords!
One hundred and eight sharp edges raged through Xiang Ji's body, causing him endless pain. His leather armor and membrane were torn apart inch by inch, and he couldn't resist it at all. Even if his mental power suppressed his internal organs, it was meaningless, and it was difficult to withstand the terrifying edge.
This feeling was like Ling Chi, and he couldn't help roaring in pain. He kept roaring, forcibly controlling his arm to insert the key into the stone door, and then rushed out along the gap. The subsequent sharp edges were shot by an unknown person. Blocked by the stone door, there was no sound.
After being temporarily out of danger, Xiang Ji fell directly to the ground. He couldn't say a word. The pain was so heartbreaking that he just watched his flesh and blood cut and fall like petals, and his bones cracked and shifted like paper.
The two forces collided simultaneously in the body, causing Xiang Ji to spurt out a mouthful of blood and was seriously injured.
However, with this consumption offset, the one hundred and eight sharp edges have also been weakened a lot. As time goes by, the damage will become smaller and smaller, the body's adaptation will become stronger and stronger, and there is a possibility of being suppressed.
"The soul is out of body. If one person can't suppress it, then two people will do it!"
Then, he roared loudly, and a whirlpool suddenly appeared between his eyebrows, and a luminous human figure stepped out. It was the soul that had transformed into the Guangwu Divine Weapon!
"Om Supo you Supo hum tiller mile Hena tiller mile Hena hum tiller mile He Nabano hum A 曩野薛波萐鈥夫日拉吽发咐!"
The next moment, the movements of the soul and the physical body were synchronized. Xiang Ji recited the mantra of the Third Ming King to suppress all internal strife, all sharp edges, and all external objects. At the same time, he formed the immovable Ming King Seal and stood up. The physical body and the soul each had an outstretched hand. The two poles are like yin and yang, one on the left and the other on the right.
King Ming! King Ming! The third generation of King Ming!
The sound of the physical body resonates with the fluctuations of the spirit. At the same time, the two hands are facing each other, with the right hand facing up and the left hand facing down. The backs of the hands are facing each other. The two little fingers are hooked back to each other. The two index fingers are also facing away from each other. Turn right to create a barrier. Transformation and eradication are connected together.
Stimulated by this, his mental power was constantly broken and reorganized, growing stronger through tenacity and polishing, absorbing the power nutrients transformed by the passage of time, and after half a day, he finally pushed 80% of Kunyu's body to perfection and completely condensed it!
There is a fish in the North Sea, and its name is Kun!
In an instant, a huge kun fish appeared, with golden eyes, black markings, and two pairs of golden wings that almost covered the sky and the sun. It was about to leap into the Nine Heavens and transform into a roc.
"Yes, these one hundred and eight sharp edges will only be a disaster in the body, but if we take advantage of the situation and use the method of star movement to condense the Dapeng diagram, wouldn't it be a God-given opportunity?
The so-called blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, and the two go hand in hand, which can be condensed into the wings of the golden-winged roc and cast my divine image. "
Xiang Ji is blessed to the soul, and any disaster can be turned into a source of blessing. Luck can be used as a furnace, and danger can be turned into peace!
With a bang, the kun fish jumped up in an instant, carrying the vast North Sea and submerging the one hundred and eight sharp swords. It was like one hundred and eight swords arrayed in the sky. The divine swords were like forests, with cold sharp edges, standing upright towards the sky, with bright light and evil energy. Xiao.
Fight! The physical body secretly transports internal energy, constantly integrating and adapting to the sharp power; the stars move! The primordial spirit harmonizes, constantly transforms and counterbalances the sharp edges, and integrates them into the framework of the visualized Dapeng diagram. The integrated heavenly secrets cooperate with the immovable mountain destiny to operate at full strength.
As they entered and exited, the sword lights were gradually rearranged and formed into the shape of a big roc, turning into feathers on it. The catalog also emerged from the depths of Xiang Ji's soul and became a Use the carrier to suppress the edge.
The harmless herbs and water bags picked earlier were also taken out. When hungry, they ate the medicinal fruits and when thirsty, they drank the river water. They completely regarded this place as a place of cultivation.
One breath, ten breaths, a hundred breaths...one day, two days, three days.
After a full nine days, these sharp edges gradually disappeared and turned into one hundred and eight golden wings.
Phew!
The next moment, these wings combined to form a divine bird, and its long cries penetrated the cracked gold and stone, shaking the sky, making it piercing and painful.
"The roc rides on the wind and soars ninety thousand miles in one day!"
Xiang Ji whispered, it was a huge golden roc, unparalleled in power, spreading its wings to split the heaven and earth, waving its claws to shatter the void, its wings were dazzling and shining, like a big sun rising slowly, shining in the nine heavens.
Dapeng Fuyao Picture, One Hundred and Eight Swords!
At the moment when this picture was first formed, the strange force that was raging in his body finally dissipated. The torture and injury for many days made his body be forged and tempered like refined iron, and the previous fifty years were transformed. The old man took part in all the harmless herbs and completely devoured them.
raging! Xiang Ji struck while the iron was hot, hoping to make another breakthrough. The postures of his soul and physical body changed, and instantly turned into a Mingwang forging body pile. Angry fire burned under the skin and flesh, allowing the power of the medicine to fill the entire physical body.
One day, two days, three days... fifteen days!
A full half month later, Xiang Ji's physical body had recovered from his injuries under the nourishment of torture, and the blood shackles gradually fell off, revealing new flesh and blood.
On this day, his back straightened suddenly, his eyes were sharp and radiant, his heart beat like a drum, and in an instant, hot air burst out from every inch of muscle in his body. Blood, the big tendons stretch out one by one, like a strong bow shooting continuously, thundering and shaking the strings, making a rapid and short opening sound.
boom! In an instant, bursts of energy burst out from the bow string built up by the sinews, raging across the entire body and leaving shallow traces on the stone wall.
The second pass enters the third pass, and the energy is released!
The muscles are trembling in the storm, and the bow is shaking like a thunderbolt!
Muscles, bows, and veins are stringy, and he is a martial arts master of three levels.
