Jicheng, Yan Palace.
Zhuang Chen held Zhan Lu in his hand. It was an ancient blue sword. The bronze hilt was full of traces of time, but its blade was as smooth and sharp as new. It looked like it had been well maintained. good.
The sword was handed out, and the surrounding air suddenly became cold. Gongshuzi wanted to activate the mechanism to kill the real third prince, but the ice came faster. The arms that grew out of the mechanism had been frozen at some point, making it difficult to move.
Another sword was handed out, and several icy edges suddenly burst out of the place where the third prince's shadow stood. He jumped up, and the young man at his feet also got rid of his restraints because of his leap.
"One punch lifts the man into the sky!"
A punch was thrown out, and the punch surged.
The practice on Qijunziping is vivid in my mind.
The wind blows on the lawn, and the seven stone pillars are like pillars reaching the sky, majestic. Under the pillars, Zhongqiu, a silver-haired man, sits upright, looking at Shui Han next to him, who has a bruised nose and face, and says:
"Shui Han, do you know why I never teach others my two punches?"
Shui Han had just been beaten once, and he obviously didn't want to think, so he said directly:
"have no idea."
"There are many people who practice boxing in the world. Although left-hand boxing is a niche, it is not difficult to find if you really want to find it. If it doesn't work, it's not impossible for me to forcefully teach it to Mr. Zhong, but..."
"Just what?"
"My Xiaohan Kunlun, although it is a two-punch attack, the rising Xiaohan is just the starting move. The real killing move lies in the falling Kunlun of the latter stance. Just by punching the rising Xiaohan, it will already vibrate the meridians of the left arm, steaming the blood inside. Flow, that kind of pain, even if the arm is cut off directly, is still worse. In this case, it is necessary to activate the method of thunder and lightning to increase the overfrequency vibration of the meridians, qi and blood by several levels, in order to successfully perform this second punch. Luo Kunlun, people who have never experienced such pain cannot understand it at all."
Shui Han's heart moved when he heard this. If these two punches were really like this, it would indeed feel like hurting the enemy a thousand times and injuring yourself a thousand or two times. It was really cruel for people to practice this kind of kung fu. However, Zhongqiu only said that it hurt. , it seems that there is no actual injury mentioned, just the pain can make people put off the two punches...
"What kind of pain is it?"
"Probably, it's similar to the feeling of someone tearing your body alive and ripping out your heart."
Shui Han's mind suddenly flashed back to the scene where he was fighting hundreds of beasts alone. At that time, half of his body was destroyed, but he still held the piece of jade tightly in his hand.
Doesn't he feel pain? He hurts.
But he felt that if he didn't accept the pain, the pain would fall on those behind him.
A boy often has to go through a very difficult journey to grow into a man, but some people go through this journey countless times in just a few days.
If you die too many times, you won't be afraid of pain.
To learn Xiaohan Kunlun, there are three conditions that must be met. One is the magical power of thunder, which is used to evaporate menstrual blood and keep the fist arms vibrating at high frequencies. The second is that one needs to be left-handed. The third and most important point is that one needs to be left-handed. He has the strong perseverance to face the heart-breaking pain and not stop punching.
Shui Han happened to meet all these three points, so he was the inheritor of these two fists.
Zhongqiu looked at Shuihan who had been turned into a pig's head, his face suddenly became extremely kind, and he thought to himself:
"If it's this kid, even if his legs are cut off by iron pincers or his thigh is shot by a bow and arrow, he will never stop punching."
How could the pain of a broken arm and leg stop a young man?
"One punch fell to Kunlun!"
The sound of the fists shaking the air exploded. The sound was sharp and strong, and the surrounding space shook. People in the square blocked their ears one after another. Some with lower cultivation levels even had their eardrums burst and bleed on the spot. Everyone instinctively He took a few steps back, as if he were escaping from some kind of natural disaster.
Just the vibration of the arm muscles causes the surrounding environment to resonate like a series of explosions. This is the most powerful fist.
Among the sharp and harsh sound waves, a crackling noise can be vaguely discerned, and something is breaking.
The resonance dissipated, and the shadow of the third prince was lying on the ground. At this time, only half of his body was left, and the part below the chest was already in pieces. If it had not been transformed by the iron armor technique, he would not have been able to sustain his last breath.
He raised his only remaining eye with difficulty. In the blood-stained sight, a young man stood still. His two ankles were bloody and fleshy, and the bones were vaguely visible. It can be imagined that he had just used brute force to tear them apart. Open the iron clamp under your feet.
During the first punch, the third prince's shadow took advantage of him and jumped, and Shui Han was able to barely dodge due to the advantage of being restrained by the iron clamp. But just when he barely dodged the first punch and was about to take a breather, the death-like The figure suddenly appeared in front of him, and with him appeared the death's sickle-like fist.
The sight of the half-broken head was finally fixed on Shui Han's left arm. The left arm became red with blood due to the high-frequency tremors of the muscles. Steam was constantly rising from it. It looked like a Braised pork trotters fresh out of the pot.
"Oh, I really want to eat pig's trotters."
Shadow has undergone strict training since he was a child. He has extremely strict diet, rest, and behavior. The third prince likes to keep in good health and never touches greasy food such as pig's trotters, so he cannot eat it. However, he vaguely remembers that after he was trafficked, Before he was sold to the palace, before he entered the Gotei Guard for training, during the time when he was begging everywhere in the streets and alleys of Jicheng, he seemed to occasionally be able to eat the leftover pig's trotters left by the officials. When he was young, he could put the bones that he had eaten without any flesh left in his mouth and chew them all day long.
Shadow recalled his conversation with that Yunlong in his mind.
"You want me to betray the prince and join in with you. Haha, what leverage do you have to threaten a shadow?"
"There is no bargaining chip. It's just that I can give you an identity, an identity that can walk under the sun."
Thinking about it now, it seems that he was the first to waver at that time. Yunlong didn't show any sincerity in recruiting at all.
Realm, strength? Is it important? Maybe it was important. After all, if he hadn't had a strong body modified by the Iron Armor Technique, he wouldn't have been able to breathe right now after receiving the punch just now.
However, to convince him, an identity is enough.
He just wants an identity, a name. Beggar, Shadow, Third Prince, these are just his identities, not his names.
A person can have many identities, but he can only have one name. Unfortunately, he has never had this only name.
The young man moved slowly. It was strange that his feet were obviously rotten, but he could still walk, as if nothing could stop him from moving forward.
The young man walked to the edge of the half body and squatted on the ground. For some reason, his eyes suddenly became peaceful.
He came over at this time, presumably to interrogate himself.
I don’t know what they are asking, maybe they are asking about Yunlong’s whereabouts? Shadow thought.
"If you have any questions, you can ask them now. Compared to the Gotei Guards and the others, I think you are more pleasing to the eye."
Shadow said straightforwardly. He was not prepared to keep the secret. After all, he and Yunlong had no friendship at all.
Shui Han looked at the half body on the ground and said:
"You're pretty good at dodging my first punch. My name is Yi Shuihan. What's your name?"
