Mysterious Martial Arts: The Record of the Swordsman

Chapter 139 Chapter 130

"The remnants of Southern Shaolin are still alive."

Monk Yankong laughed grimly, as if he was very satisfied with the scene in front of him, "I often regret that I was not there when the Shaolin Temple was burned down. It is a lifelong regret not to be able to see Zhishan old bald donkey crying bitterly..."

Monk Yankong ignored the pain from his right foot, slowly sat on the bridge, stood sideways and raised his palms, once again mobilizing the internal strength of his whole body, "Look at your martial arts, you must have been carefully cultivated by Zhishan old bald donkey. Miaozi who came out, killing you on the spot today will make me feel much happier!"

Even though Hong Wending is young, his martial arts foundation is first-class and solid. Even though his physique has been slightly regressed due to the poison of rotting bones, his moves and realm are still advancing by leaps and bounds under Jiang Wen's guidance, gradually turning the tangible into the intangible, intending to jump out of the door. .

I saw that he was walking steadily, with a solid foot, his demeanor was calm on the outside and fierce on the inside, his eyes seemed to be closed but not closed, and he had a panoramic view of Monk Yankong's every move.

"The posture is good, better than the vulgar and shallow palm technique just now."

Monk Yankong smiled slightly.

Hong Wending hadn't done anything serious for a long time, the previous few days was not even a warm-up, and his body was a little lazy.However, martial arts lies in being brave and diligent, and it is more important than calm thinking and pure thinking. When there is a fist in the heart, Hong Wending gradually feels that there is not much difference between chopping firewood and beating people...

It's just a clean break!

A gust of strong wind whizzed by, and the two lanterns lit on the closed west gate of Fuzhou were still shaking, flickering like blood drops.

This night, not to mention the guards of the city gate, or the residents of the city, they are all dormant in this long dark night, as if they have fallen into a deep sleep, and they seem to be desperately waiting in the dark, waiting for the day that may never come. out.

In hand-to-hand combat, you need to keep your eyes wide open, so as to catch every slight movement of the opponent and deter the opponent at the same time; while walking and fighting, you only need to close your eyes, and when judging, put the intention first and get carried away with complacency. Show flaws that shouldn't be there.

So at this time, with the wind and dust blowing, Hong Wending seized the opening first, and shot like a rabbit.

As soon as he makes a move, it is the most indomitable ultimate move of Hongjiaquan - the double shape of the tiger and the crane!
The form of the tiger is fierce, the claws of the tiger are dignified, the crane pecks are dangerous, and the meaning of the crane is graceful. The moves created by Hong Xiguan are different from the double-shaped boxing of the "Hongtou Buddha Tail" of later generations. While the moves of Shaolin Wuxingquan are precise and changeable , even more killing moves, it is a first-class fighting boxing method, leaving no retreat for the enemy or ourselves.

Hong Wending was still small in stature, so he took advantage of his nimble body to bully him and attack him fiercely.

The tiger's posture is horizontal and straight, the crane's intention is to use the weak to make use of the strong, the tiger's claws are like insects attacking beasts, and the crane's wings are like volleying water. , with a posture as vast as a five-clawed golden dragon, and a pan like an old monk entering meditation, it is already extremely deified.

"What a tiger and crane double-shaped fist! What's the relationship between your master and Miao Xian?"

Monk Yankong's eyes were full of splendor, he waved his sleeves to block Hong Wending's advances, and his steps were not chaotic at all. Obviously these failed to make him feel embarrassed, and at the same time, he saw through Hong Wending's real moves at a glance.

"The tiger shape is divided into black doors, and the crane shape has opening and closing openings. Do you still hide a black door fist, planning to break through my fists immediately after the white tiger's three claws, the black tiger's piercing the forest, and the poisonous crane's twelve hands?" Zhongmen? Hmph, only that old man Miao Xian can be so vicious, he deserves to be beaten until he vomits blood, and takes his whole family to hide his name."

Monk Yankong limped, but his figure and steps were not affected at all. He took the opportunity to fight back, but Hong Wending, just as he said, flew up again, swung three tiger claws in the air, hugging the moon and flowing clouds Just to cover the hidden one-style heart claws.

At this moment, the clear move is in front, and the dark way is behind. Monk Yankong stretched out his palm like a cattail leaf to block his eyes, and once again retreated past the heart-piercing black tiger claws, but he had already stepped into a chain trap, stepping back step by step, Hong Wending's arms stretched out like wild cranes fluttering, and as the dantian swelled, his throat made a crane cry, and his ultimate move was formed!
The twelve poisonous cranes taught by Hong Xiguan secretly opened and closed their hands, attacking the vital organs of the human body such as the base of the skull, throat, chest process, and the seventh to eighth rib joints, repeatedly hitting the linking muscle bundles of large muscle groups, the side of the chin, etc. Respiratory tract and nerve parts, yin storage and yang storage are all poisonous hands.

After being revised by a life-and-death fighting expert like Hong Xiguan, this boxing technique has already formed a series of vicious killers who have no way out!

As the middle door was tricked open, Monk Yankong's large official robe was blown up by the swift wind, and he was hit like a firecracker. However, he stood still in the courtyard, as if unable to move due to nerve paralysis, hard Shengsheng accepted a series of killing moves.

Hong Wending held his breath tightly and did not dare to change, to prevent any flaws in the closely linked Twelve Poisonous Cranes, because he was the only one who noticed that his ultimate move had already been hit, but the other party did not show any ordinary reaction, as if To him, the deadly Achilles' heel of his body is just an ordinary flesh and blood spot!

This horrific reaction reminded Hong Wending of the vicious man Ma Ning'er, but the person in front of him clearly had intact limbs and would bleed in pain if bitten...

Hong Wending was observing something from the corner of his eye, and had no choice but to think about the way out.

After all, this confrontation is different from the petty fights in the Escort that taught Tao Zian a lesson. The strong murderous aura in the moves of the two has gradually affected his mind. Uncontrollable again.

Monk Yankong squinted his eyes slightly, feeling a little puzzled by the crazed and fierce Crane Peck in front of him, but he was not afraid at all due to his familiarity with Shaolin boxing techniques.

After standing up and receiving the move passively for a long time, he finally moved.Just when Hong Wending jumped up and couldn't dodge, Monk Yankong danced his palms like a windmill, then turned around suddenly and put his hands on the ground, kicking his uninjured one foot out into the air like lightning.

At this time, in Hong Wending's field of vision, there is no weird monk in official robes, only a colorful tiger with one tail standing upright and looking back, the tiger roars in the midst of its gaze, and there are gusts of evil wind, attacking people. Come!

This move was fast and dangerous, Hong Wending only felt a shadow in front of him rapidly enlarge, and in the next second, a big foot had already imprinted on his chest, his whole body was surging, the smell of rust between his lips and teeth continued to emerge, and he vomited blood and flew out.

"The ultimate move in this tiger-shaped fist - piercing the heart and the tail of the tiger, how does it taste?"

Monk Yankong turned around with a smirk, his persistent face became even uglier and more vicious.

The heart-piercing tiger-tail foot imitates the vertical tail of a tiger. Ordinary people only need one foot in the chest, abdomen or jaw, and they can vomit blood and become comatose, and then die with brain splitting, not to mention it can turn into a serial tiger-tail foot. Until the opponent's whole body is kicked to pieces.

This move is the technique he used to steal his master in the Southern Shaolin. Ordinary people would never have imagined that there would be such a sinister turn and kick hidden in the tiger claws and tiger pounces filled with tiger-shaped fists.It is even more unexpected that in the pure land of Zen, which claims to be compassionate, it would be obsessed with studying such cruel martial arts!
Buddha Dharma is boundless, compassionate?

Great joke!
Monk Yankong relentlessly wanted to chase after him, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw a figure like a small bean, dragging a burlap bag with both hands, struggling to get into the alley, and when he was not paying attention, he almost killed him. Got it.

"Where to run!"

Monk Yankong was so furious that even the wound on his ankle was tingling. He picked up his iron palm and wanted to catch up with him, taking advantage of the situation and crushing Xiaoshi's head.

But at the moment of the pursuit, a chilling murderous intent came quickly through the air. Monk Yankong's left hand was like a steel needle piercing the bone, and his flesh was throbbing.

The speed was faster than he had imagined. Even though he had withdrawn his hand, he was torn off by a black shadow, and the shadow swam up the wall of the alley like a snake, and then bounced back and landed on the ground with all four limbs low. , head and tail ups and downs, looking left and right, the behavior is extremely strange, not humanoid at all.

Hong Wending's face was purple and bloodshot, the blood at the corner of his mouth hadn't dried completely, and the shoe prints on his chest were also deeply visible.

As his body heaved and swayed, he seemed to be able to hear the sound of broken bones squirming together and blood vessels gluing and resetting, and his face was covered with swimming purple bloodshot eyes, his eyes were dull, and he was blindly staring at Monk Yankong , The murderous aura condensed and did not dissipate.

Little Shitou turned his head to see this scene, and his movements of pulling the burlap bag became faster, and he disappeared into the alley.

"Secret Dragon Fist!"

Monk Yankong's expression at this time was extremely exciting, and his voice was trembling and trembling. He felt that the anger around him was like a candle lamp in a rainstorm being extinguished. Pure killing intent burst forth.

"Tell me! Where did you learn the secret Dragon Form!!!"

Monk Yankong looked like a madman, with veins showing from his arms to his neck. He sternly questioned Hong Wending, who was already in a daze, but when he saw the strange smile on the child's face, he froze and hesitated for a moment.

The smile on Hong Wending's face is hard to describe in words, and there is only a vertical line in the blurred pupils, which seems to have the unique coldness of reptiles like crocodile lizards.

"Have you ever entered the Wooden Man Lane in South Shaolin?!"

The Vajra Prajna Palm split mountains and ridges, pierced through the wall without stopping, followed by Hong Wending's crushing, gasping in the lungs like thunder, and the palm wind blowing over mountains and seas, but Hong Wending was like autumn leaves with the wind, floating far away go.

"No, it's impossible for a living person to come out of that place! Could it be that old bald donkey Zhi Shan redrawn "The Map of the Molong Hidden Sea"?!"

Monk Yankong was still roaring, and he followed closely with palms out.

Hong Wending moves like a dragon and snake rising from the land, with murderous intentions appearing frequently, and stops like a dragon diving into an abyss, booing clouds and calling for rain. Compared with the cultivation level of the strange boxing technique when he first appeared in Wuyi Mountain, it is no longer the same. Every time he appears in the clouds like a dragon, It floats and sinks, and its potential is agile and immeasurable.

Before Monk Yankong's fierce palm turned around and exerted force, Wending's claws were already in a hugging posture, the wrist bones on the back of his hand were wrapped around the silk, and he fought against his body extremely viciously.

The three appearances of Yunlong are unpredictable. The first strike is like a horned dragon, the second strike is like a blue dragon probing its claws, and the third strike is like a candle dragon shining in the shadows. The extremely pure killing intent suddenly illuminated the opponent, those pupils that were suddenly constricted like needlepoints due to fear...

Monk Yankong's official patch on his chest was torn to pieces, and blood flowed from the wound, but he raised his head to the sky and screamed, as if a bright pearl shone through the mist in his heart.

"I know! "The Map of the Hidden Seas of Ink Dragon" is at most half of the essence, and this martial art of choosing people and devouring them has been poisonous for hundreds of years, and has long evolved to an unbelievable level! People enter the Pagoda Forest on the back mountain, and pay homage to the dead and unresolved culprit in the withered pine!"

A trace of black air suddenly spread from Monk Yankong's pupils, and the painful hesitation in the movement just now, as the body's stiffness was suddenly broken free, countless black filaments emerged, spinning around his pupils in a disorderly manner, until they invaded the whites of the eyes, The shape is also gradually crooked, and it seems that it is undergoing an irresistible transformation of the muscles and bones, and the voice begins to be intermittent.

"Haha Zhishan...you are worthy of being called Shan...I'll let you see what it is, the secret dragon-shaped fist..."

The sound that followed had been replaced by a sound that seemed to be mourning, and the dark silk thread was pulled by a dark call, and it had gradually spread to the eye sockets, but it was completely different from the purple color on Hong Wending's face.

With another move this time, the wind and thunder suddenly came under his feet, ruthlessly crushing the stone slabs along the street, and swung a punch with unprecedented strength.

The two fought more and more bravely, but the secret martial arts of Monk Yankong was completely opposite to that of Hong Wending, no matter in terms of style or technique, they could not find the slightest similarity.

When the swift and cunning Hong Wending made his moves, there were strange martial arts pieced together one and a half moves everywhere, broken and chaotic to the extreme, while Monk Yankong used the same pure and fierce martial arts move with both hands, which was unstoppable. block.

The martial arts used by Monk Yankong became more and more weird and distorted, as if some twisted and indeterminate existence had awakened from his body, dancing with minions.Of the two of them at this time, one had a smile that was not a smile, which made people feel chills on their backs, and the other's eyes were filled with anger, which made people tremble in fear. There was a mist in the uneasy air, and the cold wind seemed to have lost its cool in this contest. Spend,

At this moment, the miserable and gloomy wind on Ximen Street has howled, turning into a thick black air and spreading. With their actions, they are rampant, gloomy, and even gradually take away the colors of the surrounding things, leaving only Dusty pale and dark.

In the dark alleys around, the wind was rumbling, and there were gradually loud and choppy noises. There were countless ghosts peeping on the wall, floating out, watching the two people in front of them who were more treacherous and terrifying than ghosts.

In the alley not far away, there was even a vague conversation.

"Junior Sister's appearance...why has it changed..."

"Stupid apprentice... Didn't you realize that you saved the wrong person... It was a loss if you didn't take advantage of it, but you almost put yourself in it, it really pissed me off..."

"Oh...he just said..."

"Did you hear clearly just now..."

"Um……"

Two figures, one black and one white, hang vaguely not far away, and a figure turns out from the alley, dragging a series of afterimages behind it, so fast that Monk Yankong's strange and bizarre figure can't react, and he has already deceived him. on the body.

I saw that this figure was erratic, and the strength exerted was strong and weak, swallowing and vomiting suddenly, and there was a sense of softness from the rigidity of the palms, which was actually imprinted on Monk Yankong's heart!
"Who said just now that the palm technique I teach is vulgar and shallow?"

Jiang Wen's figure appeared only after the wind and sand subsided, until he hit Monk Yankong into the wall with a strong wind with his palm, and saw that he fled away without hesitation. Take the posture of "Hongjian Yulu" with the left hand and "Kanglong Yougui" with the right hand.

Then he turned his head and looked at the high-legged disciple lying on the ground—he had been grinning non-stop since he appeared, as if he had encountered an extremely dreaded natural enemy, so he couldn't help but sigh.

"I haven't seen you for a few days and I'm stupid again. What can I do in the future..."

Small stones represent emotional stability.

Because he was still thinking hard about the problem of his junior sister's big change, but he still couldn't find the answer.

(End of this chapter)