Shaolin Bajue

Chapter 576
Fang Jianming was stunned, and said to himself: "How did he know that 'beating the cow's paw' is an old skill?" He said in his mouth, "So what?"

The purple-clothed evil god looked around, very vigilant, and said, "Could it be that he came here too?"

Of course Fang Jianming would not tell him that reading the songbook was dead, and said: "The old man can't see the tail of the dragon, so he won't come out to meet you ghosts and snakes."

After hearing this, the purple-clothed evil god laughed strangely, and said, "I have heard from the master that this old man has a unique skill called 'beating the bull's paw'. I never thought that you would be his descendant! However, this can't scare me. This evil god I wanted to meet him a long time ago, since you know how to punch, this evil god wants to see how powerful this punch is."

Only then did Fang Jianming understand why he knew the old mastery, and said: "I'm afraid you will be disappointed. My martial arts are very messy. Hitting a cow's paw is used to hit a cow. You are not a cow. How do you fight?"

The purple-clothed evil god's veins burst out, and he let out an angry roar, which made everyone's eardrums "buzz", and they rushed towards Fang Jianming like thunder.

Fang Jianming cheered up and fought fiercely with him in the arena.

The fight between the two was extremely thrilling.Every punch and every kick of the purple-clothed evil god is accompanied by strong winds. Even if you have practiced horizontal kung fu such as iron cloth gauze and golden bell cover, you can't bear a blow.Of course, Fang Jianming would not be so stupid as to use his body to block the opponent's punches and feet. He did not dare to use "hitting the bull's paw" because he had not yet mastered the "hitting the bull's paw". Moreover, he was afraid that Nie Huangjie would know that his uncle was reading the libretto. He told Ziyi Cthulhu about the insufficiency of his unique skills.

He uses "Meng Xiaoyao Fist", which is his best boxing technique, when it is deployed, it is like flowing clouds and flowing water, and it will go away as soon as it touches it.

In the presence of the two, they fought each other dozens of moves at a speed as fast as lightning, and the purple-clothed evil god was indeed unmatched, forcing Fang Jianming to retreat from time to time, faintly losing the wind.

This is not to say that Fang Jianming's "Meng Xiaoyao Fist" is not as good as the opponent's boxing, his "Meng Xiaoyao Fist" is also considered a martial arts masterpiece, but his internal strength is not as good as that of the Purple Clothed Demon God, who has a powerful body.Sometimes, when he punched the purple-clothed evil god, the other party was fine at all, as if he was scratching an itch.In contrast, Fang Jianming suffered a lot.

The purple-clothed evil god shook Fang Jianming back with a palm, and said with a sneer, "Boy surnamed Fang, this evil god advises you to hurry up and use your unique skills. Otherwise, you will have no chance soon."

Fang Jianming laughed and said, "What's your ghost name? If I make a unique move, you will definitely lose."

When he was distracted while speaking, he was almost hit by the purple-clothed evil god, so he didn't dare to be distracted anymore.

The two fought for more than ten strokes, and the purple-clothed evil god suddenly rubbed his palms together, the palms turned blood-red, and printed on Fang Jianming's chest, the surrounding air seemed to be filled with the smell of blood.

Fang Jianming saw that he had used the "Blood Hand Magic Art", how dare he be careless, he retreated sharply, drew the knife in lightning, rubbed his body, and chopped out the flying cicada with the knife.

With a sound of "bang", the bloody hand collided with the flying cicada, Fang Jianming felt his blood boil, and he was sent flying three somersaults to the ground.The figure of the purple-clothed evil god just swayed, and then he flew up and slapped out with one hand. The blood-red palm suddenly became bigger, and in a blink of an eye, it covered Fang Jianming's head like a millstone.

Fang Jianming looked solemn, took a deep breath, and slashed slowly, the cicadas seemed to gather and disperse, flying all over the sky.

The two powerful forces collided, and a layer of air waves spread to the surroundings like a shock wave, blowing countless sand and stones, and the gazebo was shaken.

The two of them stopped motionless, Fang Jianming's feet were slightly bent, and the Tianchan knife was stretched forward, the blade surrounded the flying cicadas.The purple-clothed evil god was in mid-air, his palm was about two feet away from the cicada, his blood-red palm changed in size and size strangely, it was extremely frightening.

After witnessing the weirdness of the "Blood Hand Magic Art" and the magic power of the Tian Chan Saber, everyone gasped, and if it was him, he would have been beaten to the ground long ago.

Everyone in the Blood Hand Sect only hoped that the purple-clothed evil god would win quickly, while the three altar masters of the Emei Sect and the Demon Sword Sect secretly prayed for Fang Jianming to repel the purple-clothed evil god.

At this moment, the figure of Rigong who seemed to be watching suddenly swayed back, his chest gasped slightly, his face turned pale and gloomy, and he let out a cold snort.

The three altar masters of Demon Sword Sect secretly breathed a sigh of relief when they saw it.

Suddenly, the purple-clothed evil god grinned, and slapped Fang Jianming with the other palm in the air. Everyone was shocked when they saw that he still had the ability to strike.

Fang Jianming was hit by the palm wind, he let out a muffled grunt, and in a crisis, he used "Shadowless Step" to avoid it.The purple-clothed evil god seized the opportunity and didn't give the opponent any chance. He followed him like a shadow, relentlessly chasing him, with his palms almost touching Fang Jianming's back.

Fang Jianming knew that there was a palm behind him threatening his life, so he didn't dare to be careless, and tried his best to use the "Shadowless Step" to the extreme, people walked around like a breeze, sometimes because the speed was too fast, people outside It is impossible to see how he got to another place.

His footwork is exquisite, and the footwork of the purple-clothed evil god is also very weird, always following him closely, without falling behind.His "Shadowless Step" has not been practiced to the level of proficiency, otherwise, at this time, there is no room for backhanded saber, just because the speed of the two is indistinguishable, once the purple clothed evil god seized the opportunity, he wanted to backhand saber , but he has to worry about the blood-red palms of the purple-clothed evil god that are far and near from his back.

Although he knew that his body was strong in resisting blows, he didn't dare to take the opponent's palm easily.What's more, the opponent's palm is extremely strong, even though he has the magic power of protecting the body, he still feels pain in the back, and he dare not let the opponent fight.

When the members of the Emei Sect met with the three altar masters, they raised their hearts to their throats, and their palms were filled with sweat.The members of Blood Hand Sect showed smug smiles, as if they had seen Fang Jianming vomit blood and fly out.

At this time, Bai Yiyi and other five people also rushed over. Seeing that Fang Jianming was in danger, Bai Yiyi was about to show some color to the purple-clothed evil god. Bai Yiren held her back and shook her head at her. Bai Yiyi listened to her the most. , had to give up.

Bai Yiren has a kind of confidence in Fang Jianming. She always feels that Fang Jianming is the strongest. Although she is in danger, she can foresee that Fang Jianming can turn defeat into victory at a critical moment.

No matter how fast and exquisite the footwork is, it still depends on the support of internal strength. The two of them have spent a lot of internal strength after running around the field for half a day.

Fang Jianming gradually felt short of breath, knowing that he had exhausted a lot of internal energy, and if he continued like this, he would definitely be defeated.

If it were someone else, they would either admit defeat, or fight hard to receive the opponent's palm and counterattack with all their strength. Fang Jianming didn't think so. He felt that the "Shadowless Step" in the script should be higher than the footwork of the purple-clothed evil god. If you don't practice well, you will be chased by the opponent.

Since I haven't practiced well, is there a way to make up for it?

He suddenly remembered the body skills of "Kirin Eight Changes". One is body skills and the other is footwork. Can the two be used in combination?
Although he was thinking about the possibility of a combination in his mind, his feet moved quickly according to the "shadowless step" without delaying for a moment.

Suddenly, his heart lit up, and he remembered that when he was playing the flute in the gazebo, when he looked at the distant mountains, he saw patches of clouds. When the wind blew, the clouds were blown away, but they did not disperse. In the end, they still united into a large cloud.

One is one, and two are sometimes also one. As long as the two are combined, don't they become one?

After this epiphany, the mind is refreshed, and the body is as light as a swallow, and the sky is clear, with a loud smile.Amidst the laughter, one person was divided into two, two into four, and four into eight, revolving around the purple-clothed evil god.

In the past, his "Eight Changes of Qilin" can only be done horizontally or vertically, but after combining with "Shadowless Step", he can spread out in a circle.Not only that, his figure is no longer eight, but dozens, as if there are dozens more of him out of thin air.

Everyone looked at it and was dumbfounded.

The purple-clothed evil god felt the strongest. Just as he was about to succeed, the kid suddenly displayed this appalling movement technique and started to react against him. There were shadows of the opponent in all directions, making it difficult to tell the truth from the fake.

He was not stupid, he hastily withdrew his palms, turned his body, danced up and down all around, and set up a tight line of defense, like a thousand-armed arhat.

Every time Fang Jianming slashes, it can make his tiger's mouth hurt. After countless slashes, no matter how strong the body of the purple-clothed evil god is, he can't stand the magic power of the Tianchan knife.His mouth was bleeding, his hair was disheveled, and there was a painful expression on his face.

The wildness of the purple-clothed evil god was finally fully aroused, and he stopped resisting the Tianchan knife. He let the Tianchan knife slash on his shoulder, blood spattered, his flesh tightened, he clamped the blade, and stamped his palm on Fang Jianming's face.

If this palm hits Fang Jianming's face, everyone knows what the result will be.

It was too late and then soon, Fang Jianming suddenly pulled up his body, leaned over, let the opponent's palm hit his shoulder, and with a "wow", spit out a mouthful of blood, and was blown away.

The purple-clothed evil god roared wildly, ignoring the knife wound on his shoulder, and chased after Fang Jianming with a wave of his palm. His blood-red palm pushed Fang Jianming across the air, and a blood-smelling palm print flew out of the air.

During the crisis, Fang Jianming suddenly remembered the Fusang people's sword technique, endured the pain on his shoulder, held the handle of the knife with both hands, and the Tianchan knife clamped the flying cicada and slashed at the blood handprint from top to bottom, and the blood handprint was immediately Split and dissipate around.

Fang Jianming was bounced high by the shock, while the purple-clothed evil god snorted, spit out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, and rushed towards the place where Fang Jianming fell.

Although Fang Jianming already knew that the evil gods were all powerful people, but when things came to an end, the evil gods would always go crazy.He was unable to swing the knife anymore, he gritted his teeth and kicked out.This kick was really beautiful, it was an undercut.

As soon as he kicked his legs, the "wake-up nerves" on the soles of his feet started to work.The evil god in purple went mad, he just wanted to split Fang Jianming's palm in half as soon as possible, and he didn't even bother with the opponent's kick.Besides, this kick came very fast, and he couldn't avoid it even if he wanted to.

With a sound of "Peng", Fang Jianming's toes hit his chin, kicked his thick body away, and spun countless times in mid-air.

Everyone in Blood Hand Sect cared about his life and death, and looked up one after another. Bai Yiyi and others were concerned about Fang Jianming's injury, and rushed towards Fang Jianming's footsteps.

One person was ahead of them, and appeared at the place where Fang Jianming was standing like a ghost. With his hands up, he hugged Fang Jianming upright, turned around, his eyes glowed with green light, his face was frighteningly cold, and there was a chill coming from his body. Weird power.The surrounding vegetation seemed to feel her strength, and they rose up automatically without the wind.

After the purple-clothed evil god landed on the ground, he couldn't stop backing away, his jaw was dislocated, his mouth was full of blood, he pointed at Fang Jianming, and said in a strange voice: "You...boy...you are cheating..."

Rolling his eyes, he fell back and passed out.

Ri Gong catches up and will hold him up.At this time, Bai Yiyi hugged Fang Jianming and walked slowly towards the members of the Blood Hand Sect. The green light in her eyes became more and more intense, as if she was about to shoot out.

Seeing this, Mr. Sun was terrified, turned around and left, saying: "She has the 'magic eye', everyone go back first, he is going to settle accounts with Fang!"

Most people don't know what the "magic eye" is, but seeing the always tyrannical purple-clothed evil god being knocked down by Fang Jianming, they were horrified, turned around and ran away quickly.

As soon as they left, Lin Zhengsheng and Yu Liben opened their mouths to spit out a mouthful of black blood, and sat down to heal their wounds.Although they were helped by Xiao Sheng, it only had a delayed effect.It's strange not to vomit black blood by enduring internal injuries.

At this time, a group of people came out from the forest, three people were in the front, an old man in the middle was supported by two men on the left and right.Apparently, the old man suffered internal injuries.

Fang Jianming didn't pass out, he just felt a little tired. Being hugged by Bai Yiyi intimately, he felt uncomfortable, broke free, walked up to the old man, and asked with concern: "Mr. Yu, is your injury okay?"

This old man is Yu Letian, the head of the three guardians of the Demon Sword Sect.He competed with the Japanese and was injured by the opponent, but the Japanese also suffered some internal injuries.

Helping Yu Letian to lie down in the guest room, he went to see the injuries of Lin Zhengsheng and Yu Liben. After knowing that they were not alive, Fang Jianming relaxed his mind.

As soon as he got to the door, he was dizzy for a while, and a strong drowsiness hit him. His figure swayed, and he reached out to hold the door frame.However, he just pushed the door frame lightly, trying to stand up straight, but unexpectedly, his body was uncontrollable and fell backwards.

"Big brother..."

"Master..."

The screams of countless people rang in my ears, and I didn't know whose arms I fell into in a daze, I only felt that the other party's arms were very warm and soft.

He regarded this person as his mother, and he was lying in his mother's arms. How much he wanted to be hugged by his "mother" all the time, and never wake up.

Mystery Valley.

Under the cave, on the grass.

Fang Jianming sat cross-legged, eyes slightly closed, motionless, with a thin layer of energy on his face.

The Changsheng boy held his small white cheeks in one hand, his pink face showed a very bored expression, and a pair of small eyes looked around.

He has been in the Mysterious Valley for a while, and he has already been familiar with everything here. Apart from helping Fang Jianming, he occasionally chats with Uncle Mu, but Uncle Mu doesn't talk much, and most of the time he talks alone. .Uncle Wood is a good listener, but he is by no means a very good talker.

He missed his mother, and believed that her mother must be missing him.

I have been separated from my mother for many years, and I don't know if my mother has changed?However, no matter how the mother changes, she will be the most beautiful bottle in the world.

He pulled out a small green grass and held it in his mouth.Suddenly, his eyes rolled, his small mouth chewed lightly, opened his mouth to spit out, shot straight out, and spun around Fang Jianming.

Fang Jianming opened his eyes, stretched out his hand, grabbed Xiaocao in his hand, and said with a smile: "Changsheng, are you being naughty again? Be careful, I will hit your little one."

Changsheng boy jumped up, made a cute face at him, and said, "Come on, come on, I don't believe you will catch me."

Fang Jianming said with a straight face, "My boy, how dare you challenge me! I am not what I used to be. Let's see how I catch you."

Before the words were finished, the man rushed towards Changsheng Boy like a bird. Changsheng Boy's small body swayed, and he disappeared immediately. Daoxing, you still want to catch me? Just dream!"

(End of this chapter)