Infinite Brilliant Scroll

Chapter 133
First-class masters practice qi to become steel, and with every gesture, their true qi gushes out to accompany them. Even if they are alone in the face of thousands of arrows and iron cavalry collisions, they can still be unscathed. Also tough.

However, when confronting opponents with a similar level of difference, few people would choose to take the opponent's weapons with bare hands, and more people would choose to block and swing the weapons with dexterous moves.

Because between opponents of the same realm, it is difficult to widen a fixed gap in the strength of the internal energy of the zhenqi. The use of some special moves and emotional fluctuations will make the zhenqi that seems to have exerted all its strength have a short-term increase. .

When you catch the enemy's weapon with your bare hands, maybe in the first move, your internal force is one point better than the opponent, and you can successfully knock the opponent back, but in the second move, if you use your force hastily, and the opponent uses his ultimate move, it is possible that the internal force will be counterpressed I beat you by one point.

At that time, the skin is in direct contact with the weapon, and there is not even a little time to adapt. The flesh and blood will be cut open and the bones will be broken, making you lose the chance to come back.

But today's Prince Meng did not think about these things.

His right hand was still pressing Han Wengong's gun barrel, seeing the stick and knife coming, he grabbed the bamboo stick with his left hand, raised his right foot, and kicked directly at the blade.

Bang! ! !
The three internal forces on the gun, stick, and knife pushed his body back violently, but his hands pulled and twisted, interlacing the gun shaft and the bamboo stick, and the contact part in the middle was twisted like a twist.

The bamboo joints burst open, and the bamboo strips were tightly twisted with the curved black steel.

Prince Meng let go of his hand and changed his move, with a palm as fast as lightning, he slapped the position where the two weapons were twisted from top to bottom.

A palm print the size of a half-man was made on the ground, and then the two weapons dropped from their hands at the same time, falling in a cross shape, sinking deep into the soil, dividing the palm print into four parts.

Taking advantage of the opponent's loss of weapons, Prince Meng completely ignored the two ambushing men, and just took a big stride, his figure went straight, and he raised his palm and pushed Han Wengong.

Han Wengong opened his cuffs, flipped his wrists, and raised his real weapon. .

Before, Han Wengong said that the gun was the flag gun of the Southwest Army, and this sentence is not false.

Although a flag gun like this, when it was in the army, it was commanding and commanding, and it was extremely majestic, but it is not necessarily so suitable for wielding it in battle. The swords and knives of some second-rate people in the rivers and lakes are on the same level.

Han Wengong brought this gun out just on a whim. He went to battle in his later years, and it was a bit of nostalgia, but his real weapon was a pen.

The barrel of the pen is about a foot and a half long, dark blue, and I don't know what material it is made of, but it looks extremely heavy. The nib is as big as a baby's clenched fist, and the three-inch wolf is gray, only the nib is thick and pure black.

After he took out the pen from his sleeve, he used the real posture of holding the pen, with the index finger and middle finger pressed together, the ring finger and little finger pressed against the pen barrel from the inside, and the thumb pressed firmly, the palm was hollow, the wrist was flat, and the barrel was straight.

This action of lifting the pen just happened to open Wanghou Meng's palm upwards and outwards, but he barely allowed the palm to deflect Han Wengong's body.

The swift and incomparable palm force blasted out from his side, hitting the river behind him, and a series of water jets exploded from the bank to the center of the river, the waves were snow-white, and the mist burst away.

Meng Wanghou missed a palm, his shoulders shook, and his arms transformed into 36 flying and uncertain palm shadows in an instant.

Among these palm shadows, those struck from above are often with five fingers stretched out, like waves slapping.

Those who attacked from the middle were palms like swords pierced by flying fish.

Attacking from below, close to the lower abdomen and waist, is like a snake diving deep into the ground, with arcs in the trajectory of the shot, sharp and sinister.

The Yuan Dao Qigong practiced by Han Wengong was created by a master of Confucianism with a rich head and poor scriptures.

In terms of attack power, it can only be said to be mediocre among first-class masters. However, if others want to knock him down, facing this kind of qigong brushwork that criticizes the emptiness, restores and does not leak, it is like trying to knock him down with a sword. Cutting off Mei Xiang was extremely difficult.

His body floated back, his left hand was like stroking his sleeves and spreading paper, while his right hand made continuous strokes, circled and hooked.

The series of "summary hook Xuan", "burning paste and sundial", "Hongzhongsiwai", "crying hunger and cold", "Hanyingzuihua" and "casting idle scattered" are not only calligraphy, but also grammar, and it is also a wonderful skill. The moves are displayed.

A large brush, between the gaps between Prince Meng's continuous palm prints, often draws in circles, repeatedly blocking the most difficult point of exerting force, so that all attacks will slide away from him.

When Han Wengong retreated, he had already retreated far away from the shore, and went to the water. Those deflected palms, like streaks of dull blue light, bombarded the water, creating big waves and water columns again and again.

As soon as they retreated and advanced, the figures of the two were walking on the water, full of true energy, and they could fly out when their toes touched the waves. Mark of.

However, just when Han Wengong set foot on the water again, there was a slight imperceptible delay in the movement of his true energy, and the gray soles of his shoes were quickly smeared with wet marks.

Although he still retreated, it was not as easy as before, not as fast and as far as before.

Han Wengong's expression did not change, but he sighed in his heart: After all, at this age, can he not be able to resist the four seas fluttering his hands so quickly?

Prince Meng's Four Seas Swinging Hands, when practicing this skill at the beginning, it is best to find water pools and waterfalls, or even go to the beach to wave your palms against the waves to practice surging palm strength. After the set of martial arts has been practiced to a great degree, the four seas in the palm have another meaning.

It refers to the sea of ​​yin veins, the sea of ​​yang veins, the sea of ​​blood source marrow, and the brain of the cranium in the human body.

Cranial mind is well known, needless to say.The two places of Yin and Yang channels refer to the two channels of Ren and Du.The blood source marrow sea refers to the bone marrow vitality that leads from the human spine to the limbs.

After the four seas have achieved great success, when they fight against the enemy, as long as they come into contact with the opponent's true energy, even if they fail to break the opponent's defense, it will gradually induce the imbalance of the "four seas" and cause the outbreak of internal poison.

The term "inner poison" is mysterious and mysterious. It is not an ordinary poison that invades from the outside world, but something that is born in the ordinary body, or even something that is inscribed in the blood instinct and passed down from generation to generation.

For example, when a person encounters an extremely terrifying attack, his limbs will become stiff, immobile, and unable to dodge in time; after being exposed to excessive cold and freezing, he will lose his reason and throw away his clothes; The perception of pain, so that you step into a more dangerous situation; after a long period of hunger, you don’t feel hungry, so that you digest yourself, and you feel warm when you are bleeding internally...these are too many to list.

In a fragile human body, there are countless kinds of "endotoxins" that will kill you when you are out of balance.

When the internal poison caused by Si Hai's dazed hands really erupts, the five internal organs will melt, the brain will be boiled, the skin will be cold and red, and he will die with a smile on his face.

But Han Wengong is not in a hurry, he is still some distance away from the fatal step, and the goal of delaying the opponent has been achieved.

Looking at the shore, the situation has completely reversed.

About Luoyang, Gu Lanxiang, Chen Shouzheng, plus Anfeiyu who used the activation contract off the field to bring all kinds of surprise attacks, and Nangong Lei and others who could barely play a role in restraining them.

The notorious flower picker, Bai Bujian who once ruined the innocence of Qinghe Cui's noble daughter and escaped with her life, and the mountain wolf who claims to beheaded [-] times a day in the mountains. , and soon followed in Luo Yin's footsteps.

When Bai Bujian was escaping, he was stopped by Anfeiyu's air eagle for a moment. Guan Luoyang caught up and kicked him in the back of the head. shattered his forehead.

Only Bu Shuanzi saw the opportunity too early, and his martial arts were slightly better than the level of the three guardians. He escaped too fast, and Guan Luoyang and the others failed to stop him.

At this moment, everyone rushed to the water together.

The blue shadow of Guan Luoyang flying across the sky, the light waves of Chen Shouzheng stepping on the water surface, the waves blown up by Gu Lanxiang's violent treading on the water, and even the momentum of Nangong Lei and others following closely behind.

It seemed that Prince Meng, who was determined to kill Han Wengong, was finally alerted and vigilant.

He turned his back to those people, and only Han Wengong could clearly notice the slight change in his eyes.

Unexpectedly, he stopped suddenly but did not run away, but asked a question instead.

"You think I will be irritated by you?"

"Most people from the direct lineage of the Demon Cult have some flaws that they would never be ignored. It's just that ordinary people don't pay attention to them at all, and they can't take advantage of them."

Han Wengong was happy to talk a few more words, delaying time, and said, "Fortunately, the old man happens to be the kind of person who has some weight in your eyes."

Back then, the members of the direct lineage of the Demon Sect were all selected from the land of the Six Edicts and among the mountains. They were taught by the teachers in those high mountains and dangerous places. Lord, you are not allowed to go out and walk in the mountains until you are an adult.

Their teachers will teach martial arts and miscellaneous knowledge, and teach them to use their strength to subdue and coerce others, but they don't pay attention to their moral character. Therefore, when these people arrive in the world of flowers and flowers outside the mountains, it is easy for these people to indulge and act recklessly. Trampling on etiquette, depravity and evil.

The members of the Demon Cult taught in this way are not only highly talented, but also have extraordinary perseverance and endurance. Once they are in danger, they will have many whimsy, which is difficult for righteous people to predict.

They are naturally outstanding, but among the members of the Demon Cult, this kind of "excellence" is too similar. No matter how unique they look on the outside, they will eventually be classified by the public into the entire "Demon Cult". Among the group, the generalized ones are called disciples of the Demon Cult.

Han Wengong studied for a long time and found that this group of people actually pursued their own sense of independent existence almost pathologically. In order to show their uniqueness, they would even create some eccentricities for themselves at any risk.

Meng Wanghou was an elder of the Demon Sect back then, and later he was an envoy of Huo Luo. In fact, he was not a status that could be honored in the Tang Dynasty.

Han Wengong's aggressive method of deliberately admitting the wrong person was indeed clumsy. If any other person made a similar move, there would be no way for Prince Meng to have any violent reaction.

But this old man, after all, was the coach who conquered the Southwest back then, and he just happened to be an "old man" whose martial arts were not so terrible, but not too low.

Prince Meng understood, and the aura on his body became more and more silent. The brilliance in his eyes, the hair on his sideburns, and the hem of his robe all seemed to freeze.

The floor tiles under his feet turned into polished mirror-like floor tiles, cold and smooth, reflecting the starry sky dome inlaid with countless pearls at the top of the hall.

At the end of the hall, there are steps made of stone bricks carved with patterns of dragons and nine sons of beasts, leading straight to the top, the throne like a rock bed.

There seem to be many stalagmites gathered behind the throne, and it seems to be a seven-headed poisonous dragon, with a deformed and stiff neck, overlooking the hall.

There was someone on the throne, an invisible figure holding a sword.

"Xiu Yang, you are very lucky and have great talent, but you haven't improved for a long time."

"The subordinates are too indulged in having fun."

Prince Meng's own voice came from his ear, with a little panic that was caught off guard.

He thought, at that time, he must have bent his waist and back, not daring to raise his head.

"No, there's nothing wrong with having fun, it's just that your happiness is too monotonous, and it's made on purpose to maintain your own image. This kind of joy is not pure enough!"

"Happiness should be a purely natural thing. Let's do something else and find out what is really happy besides abusing white jade beauties, squandering fine wine and delicacies, and squandering gold, silver and famous horses."

Ding! !

The figure holding the sword lightly flicked the scabbard and sang, "Flying light, flying light, I advise you to have a glass of wine. I don't know the sky is high and the earth is thick, but the moon is cold and the sun is warm, let's fry life."

"Eating bears will make you fat, and eating frogs will make you thin. Where is the god, Taiyi has..."

Ding! ! !
The singing is far away, everything is broken.

The radiance of the setting sun shot into the shattered dome, and all the fragments of the ground, walls, and pearls disappeared at an accelerated rate.

There was still water under Prince Meng's feet, and Han Wengong was still in front of him, and Han Wengong's answer still lingered in his ears.

"Wandering Immortals in the Earth, Shocking Dragons... Poetry..."

He was raving in a daze, so vague that he couldn't distinguish the sounds of each word, and then he took a quick breath.

This breath flowed out from the gaps in the Eight Extraordinary Meridians, Dantian Qihai, Rendu Xuanguan, hundreds of bones and blood vessels all over his body, so that his muscles and bones relaxed accordingly.

Prince Meng used this breath to blow forward.

Han Wengong was fully alert, he never had the slightest negligence, raised his hand in time, gathered all his skills, but the wind in his ears suddenly became violent, and everything in front of him quickly moved away.

boom! ! ! !

A line of figures crossed the water, and a huge water curtain boomed, extending from the center of the river to the shore.

Snapped--

soles on the wet shore.

Han Wengong staggered, taking one step back, another step, swaying, and I don't know how many steps he took before he was able to freeze his body, put his hand on his chest, and spit out blood.

In the middle of the river, Prince Meng, who was exhausted, fell into the water, the water leveled to his chest, and the waves slapped him on the face.

He opened his eyes, letting the river water wash into his eyes, and straightened his body again, slowly rising from the water.

Raise your palm to block Guan Luoyang.

(End of this chapter)