Mysterious Martial Arts: The Record of the Swordsman

Chapter 77

It's appalling that people can be enchanted by martial arts moves alone. Both Nie Feng and the first evil emperor call them experts.

But from a logical point of view, one of Zen Master Xingyin’s five disciples has a secret five-shaped boxing book, so it is reasonable for Zen Master Zhishan to allow Hong Xiguan to read it. After all, Southern Shaolin, which is committed to fighting against the Qing Dynasty, urgently needs to develop its strength. Whether the means are bright or not It has long been out of consideration.

Jiang Wen wondered, could it be that Hong Xiguan, the great disciple of the southern Shaolin layman, read the secret five-shaped boxing manual and integrated it into the Hong family boxing, so he passed it on to Wending by chance?
It's just that I still don't know which boxing book is in the hands of Zen Master Zhishan, and who owns the most weird and bizarre dragon-shaped boxing book...

"Master Jiang, be careful!"

Just when Jiang Wen was frowning and thinking, Yan Yongchun suddenly issued a reminder and stepped forward to punch, revealing a white arm.Following Qingyin, she exerted her energy for the second time, Wing Chun's Cun Jin and Hong Wending's Tiger Claw Crane Peck collided head-on.

After the blow, both of them retreated to the ground. Hong Wending got on all fours and went into the deep forest again, but Yan Wing Chun left deep scratches on his hands—it turned out that Yan Wing Chun was more seriously injured.

Both of them thought that they couldn't continue fighting indiscriminately.

At this time, Hong Wending's secret Five-Form Fist may have already grown on him, and continuing to fight will only encourage it to take shape, until Wending completely becomes a martial lunatic with only a beast's heart left...

"Miss Yan, it's meaningless to continue fighting, but I have a way to deal with it."

Jiang Wen pulled off his sleeve to help her bandage the wound, and stared at the swaying woods vigilantly.

Hong Wending's martial arts talent is extremely extraordinary, and this has now become a weakness, resulting in a terrifying growth rate of the Dragon Fist.

With Jiang Wen's martial arts, it's easy to defeat Hong Wending, but he can't break his five-shaped boxing demon, but it is easy to drive him into a demon.

Since accepting him as an apprentice, Jiang Wen cautiously did not pass on to him the martial arts of the Jin family because he was afraid that Wen Ding would fall into the ignorance of martial arts. Wang Xizhi can easily become a poor imitator.

Jiang Wen thinks that improving martial arts is easy, but this kid has the appearance of a master who has established a sect, how can he be a dog fly with a gold medal fighter in the world?

"Miss Yan, I'll trouble you to hold back Wending later, and I'll find a way to bring him back to Qingming."

This future Wing Chun patriarch is also extremely tenacious, and he always treats people with the heart of a child. At this time, he has cleared his prejudice against Jiang Wen, so he obeyed Jiang Wen's arrangement and stepped forward to meet the enemy without hesitation.

This time, Hong Wending's attack was even more fierce, his claws were caught in the bark of the branches, like a tiger in the forest attacking with a gust of wind, vowing to kill all uninvited guests who dared to step into the territory.

The shattering tiger claws protruded out of the sky, Hong Wending's eyes were red, his body swayed like a keel, and the powerful force was transmitted to the fingertips, just like a real colorful tiger coming out of the mountain.

Facing Hong Wending's bloodshot and purple face that was more ferocious, even though the evil wind was about to hit his face, Yan Yongchun still did not retreat or evade, and bent his body slightly with two characters to clamp a sheep and a horse.

The movement of the arm is simple and meaningful. After practicing the two movements of Wing Chun out of thin air, the practice became slower and slower, and gradually entered the sublime state of "continuous force, as if the shape is still and moving", which obviously deepened in the crisis. Gained an understanding of martial arts.

I saw her frustrating, teasing, sticking, and beating in an orderly manner, her waist, horse, heart, and mind are all in one. The fierce tiger-shaped boxing technique entangled Wending in place!
At this moment, the lunatic Wen Ding turned his hands into crane pecks and snake bites by instinct, and Yan Yongchun's fists did not lose a single bit, and a fierce confrontation started on the spot.The speed of the fight between the two became faster and faster, and they both vaguely incorporated the essence of "Japanese punch punch" to grab the center line...

At this moment, in the dense forest with jagged rocks and shadowy trees, a melody actually wafted out.

The two people in the fierce battle didn't notice the sound mixed with the howling cold wind at first, but as time passed, the two people who were engrossed in the counter attack were attracted by the sound.

What kind of melody is that?
Originally, because of Hong Wending's fierce attack and seizing the first opportunity, Yan Yongchun was already so angry and bloody that he was about to die, but he persevered with a sincere and pure warrior spirit, pushing his limit.

But after hearing the melody clearly, she only felt that the syllables were so soft, like a person leaning against a tree and sighing softly, or like the morning dew moistening the petals, and the morning breeze gently blowing on the willow branches, making her mood gradually calm and peaceful, and the chaotic and turbulent heart The breath also returned to calm.

Slowly listening to it again, the shrill and sweet voice was like a warbler singing in an empty valley, and the notes flowed slowly through the body like a clear spring, and then gently poured into the limbs and bones, even the stinging and bleeding arm injury was no longer unbearable.

Slowly, in her quick and concise Wing Chun posture, she unexpectedly gradually brought a dark force of unloading force and ironing.

At this time, the two of them are still unraveling their moves like lightning, but their whole bodies seem to be floating lightly, as if there is no point of focus, and they seem to be floating on the clouds. Standing on top of the cotton-like white clouds, Yan Yongchun thought of the light rain in the meditation hall in Mount Emei. Singing ethereal, even Hong Wending, with red eyes, held his breath and listened to the sounds of nature...

After a long time, the melodious warbler's cry became less and less, and finally became inaudible. Only then did Yan Yongchun see Jiang Wen walking out from behind the tree, with a fresh and soft bamboo leaf in his mouth, with a graceful posture, only his forehead Slightly sweaty.

"This "Pure Heart and Universal Goodness Mantra" can reconcile the inner breath and suppress the demons of the heart, just like the blending of heaven, earth and man, making people naturally enter the pure and ethereal realm."

Jiang Wen said with a little complacency, "It's not in vain for me to expend my internal energy to use sound skills. It seems that this method is still effective for Wending..."

Yan Yongchun was full of admiration, and his impression of Jiang Wen was once again elevated.

She withdrew her already painful and numb hands, only to find that Wen Ding's face in front of her was still covered with purple silk, and her teeth were clenched. Although she no longer attacked violently, she had entered a dangerous state of fighting with demons.

"Master Jiang, Wending doesn't seem to have fully recovered. Is there any other way you can help him?"

Just like Ren Yingying could appease Linghu Chong with a tune, but she couldn't heal his alien Qi.

At this time, the song "Pure Heart and Universal Goodness Mantra" suppressed the inner demons caused by the poisonous gas of obsessing and seizing the mind, and calmed down the disordered inner breath, but the secret five-shaped fist in Hong Wending's body was still growing. If the sun doesn't go away, Wending will still be controlled by this set of evil martial arts.

Is it possible that Jiang Wen should use Buddhism's "wake-up call" to solve the problem by physical means?
Jiang Wen was about to look for a stick in his hand, and said in embarrassment: "Miss Yan, did the five masters tell you how to fight against Nan Shaolin's five-shaped fist?"

Yan Yongchun desperately recalled what his master said, and replied ambiguously: "Master seems to have mentioned that only her benefactor's 'Si Wu Shen Gong' can be suppressed by relying on the advanced realm of Zen..."

As soon as these words came out, Jiang Wen's eyes lit up instantly.

At this time, the danger of the secret Wuxingquan is so great, because Wen Ding's superhuman understanding of martial arts, he can't stop thinking about this martial art at all.

But there are advantages and disadvantages, and Hong Wending's savvy can also be used reasonably.

If, as Yan Yongchun said, we can surpass the secret five-shaped boxing with a higher level of martial arts, then we will be able to return the secular to the secular and God to God, and save Wen Ding from a dangerous state up?
Jiang Wen touched a hard object on his waist and showed a confident smile——When it comes to the depth of the realm, what is more suitable for the present than "absolute sage and abandon wisdom" and "great skill and no work"?
"Bangdang."

The sound of heavy objects falling was heard, and Yan Yongchun looked into his eyes in disbelief, wondering why Jiang Wen carried a rusty hatchet with him.

Jiang Wen rubbed his nose in embarrassment: "I've been used to watching things from Huixian, so I accidentally brought the hatchet with me just now."

Hong Wending also heard the sound of heavy objects falling, and a gleam of clarity suddenly flashed in his muddy red eyes.Jiang Wen randomly slashed the tree trunk with the palm of his sword, making a thumping sound. Wen Ding's trembling and struggling hands were alternately relaxing and clenching, and his legs began to move slowly.

It didn't take long, under Yan Yongchun's suspicious expression, Hong Wending slowly picked up the rusty hatchet on the ground, and in the deserted dense forest, he began to chop down trees with eighteen different moves...

(End of this chapter)