Infinite Brilliant Scroll

Chapter 125 Holy Fist Technique, Wine Immortal Stick, First Battle Victory

"what!"

Fan's poor broken arm was not only a broken right arm, even a small half of the shoulder bone was cut off by this knife.

If it were placed on an ordinary person, such an injury, the amount of bleeding in an instant would be enough to kill.

But after all, he is Huo Luo Dao Dharma protector, a top-notch master, while exhaling in pain, the afterimage of his left hand has already sealed the eleven vital points around the wound, stopping bleeding and pain, locking Qi and strengthening energy.

The fresh blood that was supposed to spurt out like spring water, because of the blocking technique of acupoint acupuncture, only a layer of shallow and viscous blood remained, slowly flowing out from the wound.

tick, tick...

Blood fell to the ground.

Fan Poor's face was pale from blood loss, and faintly blue from anger, and he waved his left hand forward again.

His sun god awl collided with the long knife thrown by Guan Luoyang, and they were ejected separately. The long knife shot upwards, crossed the street, and disappeared for the time being, while the sun god awl pierced obliquely into the ground.

At this time, with a wave of Fan Poor's left hand, golden light burst out of the ground.

It turned out that there was still a transparent thin cord as thick as a baby's little finger tied to his wrist, which was connected to the end of the golden cone. At this moment, the five fingers of his left hand pinched the thin cord, and with a burst of internal force, the golden cone tore through the ground, and then swung into a circle in the sky. Arc, let out a sharp and loud cry, and smashed towards Guan Luoyang again.

As the cone flew past, the light emitted by itself also became more and more dazzling at an extremely fast speed.

It was as if a golden light flew in front of Guan Luoyang, and suddenly turned into a large blinding brilliance that could not be seen directly.

Even Chen Shouzheng, Che Jinfeng and the others, who were not the main targets, squinted their eyes involuntarily.

Che Jinfeng felt the most uncomfortable. Even if he closed his eyes, he felt that the light was passing through his eyelids. His eyes were sore and his tears flowed continuously. , also became a blur. .

Fan pitied the skill of the Sun God Awl, and was best at destroying the five senses of the enemy.

There used to be an escort under the gate of Tie Yitang, who was known as the God's Eye, who could see the details of flying eagles hundreds of feet away, and could tell whether a pregnant woman was a man or a woman, and who had blood in the kidneys of a patient. Shi, in terms of eyesight, he is so brilliant that he is almost supernatural.

As a result, he and six of his colleagues encountered Fan Qiqiu robbing the darts once, and all six of them died, but he was the only one who was deliberately let go by Fan Qiqiu. After returning home, he felt that the sky was black and the water was red. Seeing people are all dressed in fur and horns, with colorful bodies, once others move a little faster, they will disappear from his eyes, and they can't see anything, only the voice of talking can be heard.

Not long after, Ying Qianli couldn't bear the torture and hanged herself at home.

Fan Pity was extremely angry at this time, and [-]% of his skills were concentrated, and poured towards Guan Luoyang, not only destroying the power of the five senses, but also far better than the one aimed at Ying Qianli. The strength is more than enough to easily penetrate a one-foot-thick copper wall and iron wall.

But such a bright light, such a sharp penetration, all went to nothing.

The sharp cone shot directly from the front of the Taoist temple into the courtyard, and a gust of wind rose, but until the length of the thin rope was extended to the limit, it did not hit anything.

Guan Luoyang's movements spread out at full speed, restricting the airflow, reducing gravity, moving without sound, as if disappearing instantly, and appearing in front of Chen Shouzheng like shrinking to an inch.

The figure only flashed in front of Chen Shouzheng's eyes, and then suddenly went away, but after arriving at him from the Taoist temple, he made a turning point and rushed towards Fan Poor again.

It is better to cut off one finger than to hurt the enemy's ten fingers. This simple saying is an undeniable truth in any battle.

Since Guan Luoyang had broken Fan Poor's hand with a surprise attack, he had to seize the opportunity, pursue and fight fiercely, and beat one of the three major protectors until he completely lost his combat power.

Fan Poor felt that he was attacking from the side, but it was too late to take back the Sun God Awl, so he had to exert force on his feet, dodged quickly, turned his waist, and blocked it with his one arm.

Guan Luoyang was much taller than Fan Poor. When he made a move, his arms made dozens of punches in an instant, all condescendingly bombarding Fan Poor's head and chest.

Fan pitifully retreated while blocking, one arm blocked two fists, and was beaten in an instant with a bit of innocence, his skin and flesh were cracked, and a slight block was not in time, and the fist like a thunderbolt went straight through the opening , hit him in the chest.

With a bang, Fan Qiong's body-protecting zhenqi gathered on his chest was blown apart by this punch, blood overflowed from his mouth, the clothes on his chest also burst, and he flew out.

The scenery around him flew by quickly, and a wall behind him approached rapidly. Just as he was about to collide with the outer wall of the house, Guan Luoyang had already caught up and slapped him on the top of his head.

Fan Qiorian fought back with all his strength, clenched his teeth, and once again blocked with his cross arm.

boom! !

The Huo Luo Protector with the broken arm, like a stake, was shot down into the ground, buried under the earth and rocks below his knees.

This piece of ground centered on the place where his body was, sunken and collapsed, but the soil blocks and stones at the edge were slightly raised.

"Ugh!"

Fan pitifully vomited out a big mouthful of blood, and couldn't lift his strength for a while, and sat back sluggishly, his calves sank in the ground, and his buttocks sat on the broken bricks and stones.

"You! Who the hell are you?"

When he said this, his eyes were swept away unwillingly, with mixed feelings of shock and anger, and even a bit of resentment. I don't know why the other two people haven't helped each other until now.

But Guan Luoyang didn't give Fan Poor a chance to see the situation clearly. He moved his hands forward and hit him on the temple. Estimating the strength, he knocked him unconscious, then pulled him out of the ground and threw him beside Chen Shouzheng. , just within reach of the blade of Chen Shouzheng's right hand.

"Look at him."

As the words came to his ears, Chen Shouzheng nodded solemnly, and a few wisps of saber energy were aroused from the short knife in his right hand, hitting more than a dozen heavy acupuncture points on Fan Poor, who had already passed out.

The shock in the hearts of the senior brothers of Lushan School's generation was only a lot more than that of the Huo Luo Protector who was knocked unconscious.

These Huo Luo Dharma Guardians even suspected that the people in the Taoist temple came to ambush them on purpose, but Chen Shouzheng knew very well that the man in black and white Taoist robes who was swift and aggressive in front of him should be Xue Longzi's apprentice .

——That in his imagination, the martial arts is low, the family is unknown, and he has achieved nothing.

How did Xue Longzi teach such an apprentice? !

And... more than one.

Chen Shouzheng watched the whole process, seeing clearly.

Just as Guan Luoyang was chasing and beating the one-armed Fan Poor, at the end of the long street, there was a sudden gust of wind.

Yang Jichang's vigilance flashed, and there was a giant claw in the air that seemed to be invisible, and it slapped the ground, leaving a tiger paw mark more than two inches deep.

The tiger paw print was the size of a washbasin, if it missed a single blow, it immediately disappeared into the invisible wind, making it impossible for people to see the slightest clue.

With Deception's tireless Yang Jichang's erudition, he couldn't think of any kung fu in Jianghu for a while. It was so miraculous, but he just vaguely felt that this offensive had a definite relationship with the Anfeiyu standing at the other end of the long street.

On the other side, a bamboo stick was recovered by the long-armed and long-legged Western Regions man.

The person holding the stick is a smart girl in a water-green outfit, but the stick in her hand is not completely emerald green. Every place where the bamboo joints have black traces, the whole has a jade-like luster.

This is from the world of "Zhu Xian", the bamboo forest on the mountain behind Dazhufeng in Qingyunmen, and it is a different bamboo that has grown for thousands of years. It not only has the elasticity of bamboo wood, but it can also block the supersonic steel core bullets of ordinary rifles without hurting a bit. .

Gu Lanxiang beat someone with this stick, and the head of the stick shook enough to make people tremble, as if the heavy texture had already weighed on his heart.

But the recovery came from the great success of the Four Elephant Palms, and he was never afraid of such a blunt weapon.

When the word "four images" is mentioned in the Tang Dynasty, it is often related to various concepts in metaphysics.

But he is from the Kang surname, one of the nine surnames of Zhaowu in the Western Regions. There, the four-elephant palm refers to the power of four adult elephants galloping and colliding with each palm. .

This is the most rigid and fierce palm technique, and it can spread from the outside to the inside, from the palms to the whole body, and has the effect of body training.

As long as it is not a sword or sharp weapon cut out by a first-class master, other weapons will dare to be picked up empty-handed after recovery.

With one palm, he wrapped up the sound of the wind, like the tip of a needle pointing at the wheat awning, and pushed towards the head of the Gulan incense stick.

But when Gu Lanxiang's breathtakingly heavy stick hit his hand, it was as light as a feather. With a flick of his wrist, the stick had already changed its direction, avoiding the palm force of Sixiang, and hitting his elbow with numbness. The place poked in the past.

Kang Kang gave a low shout, moved his elbow half a point away, and blocked the stick with the tip of his elbow.

The stick, which was as light as a feather just now and changed direction effortlessly, now pokes at the tip of the elbow, but suddenly emits an aura as heavy as ten thousand jun, as if a mad bull whose whole body is made of copper and iron suddenly hits on his elbow.

The thousand-year-old bamboo stick sharply bent, pushing Kang Kang Lai out, leaving a shallow circular indentation on his elbow.

"That's a lot of strength. I met this kind of enemy in the first battle. It's worth drinking."

Gu Lanxiang tapped the bamboo stick on the ground with his right hand, and the gourd in his left hand had already been uncorked. After taking a sip, he smiled and said frivolously, "Hey, do you think you deserve a second cup?"

Rehabilitation moved his elbow: "You can try."

Gu Lanxiang actually raised her head and held up the wine gourd.

Recovering his eyes, he made an instant decision, stomped on the bamboo stick, and blasted his palm towards the opposite chest.

He didn't mean any difference between men and women.

But Gu Lanxiang didn't even look at it, the bamboo stick retreated slightly, only the head of the stick was stepped on by him, and when the second half of the stick was lifted up, it blocked his palm.

Boom! ! !
The girl's big gesture of lifting the stick with one hand really couldn't resist the fierceness of the four elephant palms.

After there was a loud explosion of air between the stick and her palm, she staggered and retreated with the stick, flipping the gourd in her left hand, but she didn't know where to throw it.

Kang Kang Lai took advantage of the victory and pursued, the huge air pressure was pushed by his palm, the hair of the girl who was crushed was flying, her clothes were clinging tightly, her upper body couldn't help but leaned back, but her toes picked up the bamboo stick and stabbed Kang Kang Lai's waist.

During this pick stick, the head of the stick came like a shooting star, after recovering, apart from changing the move and pressing down with the palm to block it, there was no time for a second response.

With a collision, Gu Lanxiang straightened her body, her toes pointing to the ground, just like the famous Hu Xuanwu, but she didn't know how much faster than that, her drunken body spun around, and she moved to the side of the recovery .

The black-knotted bamboo stick, like a green dragon with black ring patterns, stabs towards Kanglai's right rib with the momentum of rotation.

Lifting a weight as light as it is light, controlling it as if it is heavy, and handling it with ease, this is the description of the skill of using a weapon. The mere words "slight and heavy" can be said to be a never-ending knowledge.

For ordinary people, using a wooden sword to hit a force of hundreds of catties can be said to be self-possessed. In the hands of second-rate Jianghu people, making a hammer of a thousand catties like thatch can also be regarded as this sentence praise.

But today, in the eyes of rehabilitation, seeing this bamboo stick, I feel that everything I have seen before can be discarded.

Now in his memory, there is nothing more suitable for the four characters of "lightness, weight, self, if" than this bamboo stick.

After parrying that stab, he regained his palms and struck out more and more vigorously, his steps moved sideways and obliquely, and his short-distance body movements were swift and violent, which was by no means inferior to any first-class person who is good at lightness kung fu.

But no matter how he increased his strength and exploded his pace, the palms of his hands could only be pulled and hit the air like a play.

Gu Lanxiang's figure was as leisurely and lazy as if a fairy was drunk, and a stick was flying gracefully, playing with dexterity, occasionally sending out a loud and cold attack, disrupting the recovery.

After Guan Luoyang dealt with Fan Poor, with a glance, he could see that this recovered man was actually the weakest of the three in Huo Luo Dao, and his style of play happened to be completely restrained by Gu Lanxiang, so he could leave whenever he wanted no.

As soon as he turned his gaze, he focused on Yang Jichang.

That recovery was led by the nose, and he didn't even have the energy to notice Fan Poor's miserable state, but Yang Jichang was very different.

When Fan Poor was thrown beside Chen Shouzheng, his expression changed slightly. When Guan Luoyang looked over, his eyes deepened, his sleeves shook, and a hazy light suddenly covered his body. One end breaks in.

The tiger claws hidden in the air reappeared.

It is actually inappropriate to say that it appears, because it is not a real tiger claw at all, but a form made entirely of air, so when the speed drops, there is no difference between it and air.

Only when the offensive was launched, this part of the air formed into the tiger's claws was too fast, squeezing the other air into pale air waves, exposing the outline of the tiger's claws.

The tiger's claws swept across the hazy figure and clearly hit it, but it fell to the ground without hitting anything.

When the gravel splashed, the fierce tiger roared, and the whole thing was made of air, and the tiger's head, body, and tail surrounded by light white air patterns also emerged from the colorless air one after another.

When this fierce tiger stood on the ground, it was still more than half taller than a grown man, and if you counted its length, it was even more gigantic.

Yang Jichang's Po Whirling Shrinking Bone Mudra is divided into two parts: "Po Whirling" and "Bone Shrinking".

When the whirling body technique works, it is like the shadow of a tree whirling, deflecting the air and distorting the light, which will cause a distance of three to five inches between Yang Jichang's real body and the hazy figure that others can see.

Moreover, the direction of this shift is completely under his own control, with the one in front and the other in the back, changing as he pleases, unpredictable.

But the tiger's body is pressed down, and its tail is swept away. The coverage is too wide, and it can't be avoided by this kind of deviation.

The hazy figure shot a palm, collided with the turbulent air that made up the tiger's body, swayed, jumped up suddenly, and jumped up and down in the middle of the long street like a thunderbolt, wanting to jump onto the roof beside the street.

Guan Luoyang was faster than him, flying across the sky and slashing at him with his palm.

The green energy swept across, and the heat increased sharply. When Guan Luoyang struck out with this palm, it was as if a fire erupted around his body, and violent flames spurted forward.

The intense heat flow and flames distorted and disappeared the deflected phantom created by the Po-swah movement technique, revealing Yang Jichang's real body.

A palm in the flames came, and Yang Jichang fought hard with his backhand. The tiles under his feet shattered, his body suddenly lightened, and he floated off the roof again.

"What kind of strange tricks are these?!"

Yang Jichang was startled in his heart, he had no other choice but to use his skill to make continuous shots of the Mahamudra of Shrinking Bones.

The air tiger on the street jumped up, just in time to collide with Guan Luoyang's heavy foot, providing him with enough power.

A figure full of vitality burst out from between the flames, and dozens of ants and flying insects suddenly flew around.

When Guan Luoyang raised his hand, a small shadow gathered in his palm in an instant, competing with Yang Jichang for palm strength.

Two people fell from the sky.

Guan Luoyang only felt his whole body tense, his muscles, bones, and skin qi spontaneously stretched to resist, and his vitality rose, breaking the influence of this palm force.

After Yang Jichang landed, he felt a strange force from his arms to his lungs, which made his heart and lungs feel like a sudden pain.

The Bai family's holy fist makes the wind invisible!
The power gathered from the mayfly, after the attack, will instantly disperse into mayflies, penetrate into the room with nothing, and directly launch an offensive against the weak point in the enemy's body through defense.

Just when Yang Jichang was delayed by the pain for an insignificant gap, the tiger rushed over again.

Yang Jichang crossed his arms to block, and the hit body leaned back. Seeing the tiger's mouth wide open and biting him, he became furious unconsciously.

"It's nothing more than tricks and tricks, it's not elegant, get the hell out of here!"

He resisted the pain in his lungs, lifted his arms, and when he pushed them forward again, the gray qi formed a hemispherical shield in front of his palms, and hit the air tiger without hesitation.

The collision of air current and true energy made the sound of iron and steel clanging.

The air tiger was finally knocked apart.

When the air flow dispersed, Yang Jichang's eyes went dark.

All the light in front of his eyes seemed to be taken away by an upward movement at that moment.

Guan Luoyang put on a strange fist, lunged forward, his left hand was protecting his dantian, his right hand was palmed like a knife, drawing an arc from the side of his body, his little finger turned sideways to the sky, and lifted above his head.

When the surrounding light was lifted by his palm, it was suddenly taken away.

Bai Family Saint Fist, Heavenly Snake Drinks Up!
There was a brief moment of darkness, Yang Jichang instinctively activated, and a very bright cut mark came into the field of vision again with light.

Guan Luoyang cut open the steel-like real ball with this hand, leaving a slanting scar on Yang Jichang's chest.

puff! ! !

A large cloud of blood sprayed obliquely from behind Yang Jichang.

"Damn it, who on earth can calculate in advance, ambush such a few first-class masters, and plot against us..."

Even when Yang Jichang died, he couldn't figure this out.

This man was considered to be the strongest among Huo Luo Dao's three protectors, so even if Guan Luoyang and An Feiyu joined forces to beat him, they couldn't have any intention of capturing him alive.

Guan Luoyang didn't master this blow very skillfully. After killing him, he even felt weak for a few seconds. It was a feeling that everything from vitality to physical body was consumed too violently.

Anfeiyu, who had been standing at the other end of the long street, was not so worn out.

After the air tiger was knocked apart, seeing Yang Jichang being beheaded, An Feiyu's left sleeve revealed a little bright light.

It was a silver bracelet on his left hand, inlaid with diamond-shaped blue-purple gemstones with multiple facets.

This stone comes from the world of "Journey to the Stars", which can stimulate superpowers according to personal psychological characteristics-Rainbow Stone.

And the superpower of Anfeiyu is called the activation contract.

"Activate the contract, colorless flying eagle."

The palm of the amphi fish brushed the air, and the touched air suddenly condensed, like eggs, with feathers, claws, and sharp beaks protruding from the surface, and a pair of wings spread out.

The activated air formed a subsonic raptor with a height of half a person, and with its wings fluttered, it had already merged into the air.

After recovering, there was a sense of danger behind him, but at this moment, the bamboo stick seemed to stick together, pressing his two palms forcefully.

The half-human-high raptor hit his back like a highly compressed air cannonball of the same volume.

Kang Kanglai let out a loud cry, leaned forward uncontrollably, and suddenly closed his palms, trying to restrain the bamboo stick.

Even the thousand-year-old bamboo from Jade Immortal's world couldn't stop him from desperately closing, the bamboo joints were directly crushed by the palm force, and the bamboo fibers were squeezed out by the palms into the shooting water droplets.

But Gu Lanxiang never thought of taking the opportunity to hand out the stick.

As if she had expected it, she let go of her hand beforehand, and another thousand-year-old bamboo stick appeared in her palm in her portable space, and she stabbed Kanglai's throat with all her strength.

After recovering, his eyes opened wide.

"It may not be worth a few glasses of wine, but you are worth two bamboos."

The smell of the fortifying wine hadn't dissipated, and a strong smell of blood was picked out from the bamboo stick.

Gu Lanxiang let go of the stick, and pushed forward against the bottom of the bamboo stick with her fingers.

"rest in peace."

Chen Shouzheng watched this scene in a daze.

Yang Jichang and the recovered corpses fell down one after another.

The three protectors of Huo Luo Dao, three notorious and rampant characters, and first-class masters, are unexpectedly gathered here today.

The elder brother of Mount Lushan was overjoyed, he couldn't believe what he saw with his own eyes.

"This, this, just died like this, you..."

Chen Shouzheng opened his mouth, lowered his head and looked at Fan Poor who was close at hand, and the saber air quietly stagnated, piercing his leg.

Even in a coma, Fan Poor twitched.

It's real!

Chen Shouzheng looked up at those people again, with only one thought in his mind.

How the hell did Xue Longzi teach such three apprentices? !

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