Great Song catcher

Chapter 408
"At this time, the superior mastery of both hardness and softness is the seventh generation ancestor of my Nangong family. Inspired by the Great Sumeru Palm of Shaolin monks, he created a set of wonderful martial arts. The power is even higher than that of the Great Sumeru Palm of Shaolin Temple. superior."

Nangong Yu talked eloquently, and told everyone the origin of the Great Sumeru Fist, and then said to Nangong Qi: "Your Purple Lightning Kuanglei Fist was actually created by the movement of my ninth ancestor, Guan Tianlei, Zidian. Driven by the cultivation base of the ecstasy realm, absorbing the energy of the nine heavens and turning it into a purple lightning mad thunder, it can be said to be invincible. In the past, the ninth ancestor used the purple lightning mad thunder boxing method to fight against seven masters of the same realm on the Yangtze River with the help of water. In the end, I was unscathed, but the seven people were all turned into coke."

Nangong Qi's eyes flickered when he heard his words, as if he had seen the appearance of the ninth ancestor of the Nangong family showing his might on the Yangtze River in the past.

Nie Feng walked to an unoccupied corner, standing in front of him were five iron and wooden stakes tied together with iron belts.

This kind of special iron and wooden stake is specially used for disciples who practice the hard fist method who have stepped into the divine realm, because ordinary iron and wooden stakes can't bear their powerful fist at all.

When the surrounding disciples saw Nie Feng's actions, they all stopped their movements and focused on him. The story of Nie Feng's defeat of Nangong Shen and the rumors spread throughout the Nangong family. Now Nie Feng has won Daxu again. Mishen Fist, they also want to see how Nie Feng's real strength is.

Especially Nangong Xiang, Nangong Yuan and Nangong Yun.

They are also masters who have half-stepped into the realm of gods, but if they ask themselves, they definitely dare not say that they can easily defeat Nangong Chen, at least not as easily as Nie Feng, not only defeating him, but also completely crippling him.

Nie Feng's eyes were slightly closed, and the zhenqi in his body was running according to the method recorded in "Three Folds of the Yangtze River". The tyrannical power was rampant in the meridians, like a wild horse running wild.

"Having hurt yourself before hurting others, it's no wonder that the seventh ancestor of the Nangong family wanted to hide this method."

Nie Feng felt the real energy surging in his body, and quickly understood the painstaking efforts of Nangong Qizu. With his physique and meridians tempered by the demon master, he could feel that this force was extremely powerful. If it were an ordinary disciple, he would probably Even if he never hurt anyone, his own meridians couldn't bear it.

Ordinary warriors can barely cultivate this set of martial arts only after reaching the state of ecstasy.

Most of the disciples next to him were also very puzzled. They didn't understand why Nie Feng stood there without moving. Only a few disciples with high cultivation bases could feel that the power in Nie Feng's body was constantly increasing.

"Is this the method recorded in the Great Sumeru Fist?"

Nangong Yu frowned slightly.

He has dabbled in the secrets of this set of boxing techniques, but as far as he knows, there seems to be no such method in it, or has he not practiced this set of boxing techniques, so he doesn't understand the mystery?
"Fifteen floors."

Nie Feng took a deep breath. With the cultivation level he displayed at the moment, he could add up to fifteen layers of strength. If it was any higher, he had to increase his cultivation level, otherwise his meridians would be damaged.

However, this is enough. With his current strength, he instantly unleashes fifteen times the force of his fist, which is enough to kill a high-spirited master head-on. In order to avoid arousing Nangong Yu's suspicion, Nie Feng quickly dissipated the strength of the seventh floor. , only eight layers of fist strength were superimposed on the fist.

Then, one punch!
boom!
The fist landed on the special iron and wooden stake.

To everyone's surprise, the iron and wooden stakes did not crack or break, as if they had not received any impact, but Nie Feng nodded in satisfaction, turned and left the martial arts arena.

"Well, what's going on here?"

Nangong Yun stepped forward in amazement, wanting to see what was going on.

But just when his fingers touched the iron stake, a shocking scene appeared.

Five iron and wooden stakes bundled together turned into dust at the same time!

"hiss……"

Seeing this scene, Nangong Yun couldn't help but gasped.

What a terrible punch!

Turning five iron and wooden stakes into powder with one punch, his strength is probably comparable to that of a master in the state of ecstasy.

A trace of regret appeared in Nangong Yun's heart.

If he had known that the Great Sumeru Fist was so powerful, he would not have chosen the Pofeng Fist.

Nangong Yu and Nangong Jingyue looked at each other, turned and left the martial arts arena without saying a word.

In the Chuan Palace, the Elder Chuan Gong looked at the "Thirteen Folds of the Yangtze River" mental method in his hand, and sighed slightly, but he didn't know what he was thinking.

Time flies by.

Today happens to be April [-]th.

There are still four full days until the fifth day of May.

…………

Three days later.

More than a dozen top-quality fast horses stopped outside Qizhou City.

"arrive."

Looking at the majestic city in front of him, Nie Feng let out a sigh of relief.

This time, the Eight Schools Discussion on Martial Arts was chosen to be held at Mount Tai, which is hundreds of miles away from Hangzhou.

So three days ago, the selected disciples of the Nangong family set off under the leadership of the great elder Nangong Yu. After a three-day journey, they arrived at Qizhou City.

Mount Tai is thirty miles outside Qizhou City.

"Today we are resting here, and we will go to Mount Tai on the fifth day of the Lunar New Year."

Nangong Yu dismounted first and walked towards the city, arriving at the inn opened by Nangong's family here.

The person in charge here is Min Tianjun, who is the head of the outer sect of the Nangong family. He has already arranged everything and led them directly into the quiet and deserted backyard, and then brought the food over.

After waving the servants back, Min Tianjun said: "Elder Elder, people from the Jiang family and the Wen family have arrived and are also staying at our inn."

"Oh?"

Nangong Yu put down his teacup and said with a light smile, "They came quite quickly."

"The Wen family is far away in Lingnan, and the Jiang family is even overseas. If they don't leave early, they may not be able to catch up with this grand event," Nangong Yu said.

"Since they're here, we can't lose the friendship of landlords. Everything is treated according to the highest standard. We must not neglect them." Nangong Yu said, "I will visit them again when I have more time."

Just speaking.

A voice came from outside.

"Brother Nangong, please, we came here uninvited and took the initiative to visit the door."

Hearing the speaker's voice, Nie Feng's heart moved slightly. He was still an old friend.

Wen Changrui, the second elder of the Wen family in Lingnan, a sage master.

"It turns out that brother Changrui has arrived, and Nangong Yu is far away to welcome him, so please forgive me."

Nangong Yu pushed open the door and walked into the courtyard.

Two middle-aged men were standing in the middle of the yard, looking at him with smiles on their faces.

One of them was Wen Changrui whom Nie Feng was familiar with.

Although he didn't know the other person, but he looked quite similar to Jiang Xingyun, presumably he should be his elder.

"I didn't expect Brother Long Da, who has been in seclusion for many years, to come to Zhongtu this time."

When Nangong Yu saw the other person, he was also slightly startled.

"So he is Jiang Longda."

Nie Feng took a few glances at the middle-aged man. He should be Jiang Xingyun's third uncle. He was born a martial idiot. He practiced in seclusion all the year round. He rarely cared about the affairs of the Jiang family. And undefeated.

"Brother Nangong, I haven't seen you for 20 years, but I still look good."

Jiang Longda cupped his hands and smiled lightly.

Then he glanced at Nie Feng seemingly intentionally or unintentionally.

"It seems that Brother Nangong intends to win this martial arts competition, and the disciples he brought are all rare young heroes."

Wen Changrui looked at the crowd behind him. .

"How dare you, how dare you."

Nangong Yu said with a light smile: "The eight great families want to come here to share their strengths, and this martial arts discussion is also a exchange of ideas and exchanges, so we can't spoil the harmony between us. I'm just bringing these younger generations to learn more, so as not to be difficult to take on important responsibilities in the future. "

"I just don't know if Patriarch Wen and Patriarch Jiang will come to Mount Tai this time?" Nangong Yu asked suddenly.

Wen Changrui shook his head and said, "Brother has been in seclusion all these years, begging to break through the realm of destiny, and this time Taishan Lunwu he will not leave the seclusion, and I will handle all matters with full authority."

"It's a pity, I thought I could see Patriarch Wen's Supreme Poison Sutra."

Nangong Yu said it was a pity, but he was relieved in his heart.

The Patriarch of the Wen family, Wen Changling, has a weird temper. The martial arts he cultivates is the poisonous nerves passed down from ancient times. He can kill people invisible. He is also the most difficult person to provoke in the eight great families.

"The Jiang family is located overseas, surrounded by powerful enemies, and my elder brother wants to sit in the East China Sea, so this time I will handle Taishan Martial Arts." Jiang Longda continued, "Will Patriarch Nangong come this time?"

"The Patriarch has something important to do, but he will definitely arrive at Mount Tai on the fifth day of May," Nangong Yu said.

"That's good."

A flash of fighting intent flashed in Jiang Longda's eyes, "I didn't enjoy the First World War 20 years ago, so I can't just leave disappointed this time."

Nangong Yu's scalp felt numb when he heard this.

This master is a veritable martial arts lunatic, who has become obsessed with martial arts. Twenty years ago, when Nangong Yi was wandering the rivers and lakes, he happened to meet Jiang Longda. The two fought for three days and three nights, except for eating and sleeping every day. The rest of the time is fighting.

However, the cultivation bases of the two were almost the same, and there was no winner in the end.

Just when news came from Donghai to invite him to go back, Jiang Longda returned to Donghai unwillingly.

When mentioning him afterwards, Nan Gongyi also had a headache.

"Patriarch, you can ask for more blessings."

Nangong Yu was afraid that he would find him, so he immediately said: "The Patriarch will definitely arrive at Mount Tai on the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, Brother Long Da, don't worry."

"Actually... you also..."

Jiang Longda's fighting spirit was aroused, and he looked at Nangong Yu just about to speak.

A loud bang was heard outside the inn.

Everyone was taken aback.

"what happened?"

Nangong Yu's face changed slightly.

After a while.

Min Tianjun ran in in a panic.

"What happened?"

Nangong Yu immediately asked.

"Suddenly a master came outside and asked for trouble. His skills are not weak, and his subordinates are not his opponents."

As Min Tianjun spoke, a mouthful of blood spewed out, and he passed out immediately.

Nangong Yu frowned. Was it a coincidence or intentional to come to trouble at such a time?

"What are you thinking about so much, you'll know if you go out and have a look."

Jiang Longda seemed to see what Nangong Yu was thinking, and said directly.

"Take Master Min down for treatment, let's go out and have a look."

Nangong Yu gave instructions to several servants, and then said to the back.

Everyone went to the front.

The hotel lobby was in a mess.

Tables, chairs and benches were all shattered, and several guests were even knocked unconscious.

A figure in a black robe was facing away from them, blocking the door.

"He Fangxiao is young, dare to come to my Nangong family's territory to make trouble?"

Nangong Yu shouted harshly.

He did this to find out the details of the other party.

Was it intentional, or was it a coincidence.

"It's your Nangong family that I'm looking for."

The huge man in black robe turned his head, and a stern voice came.

"Pretend to be a ghost!"

Looking at the bull's head-shaped bronze mask on the face of the man in black, Nangong Yu's heart sank slightly. Since the other party had already found out the details, it meant that they had come prepared to trouble the Nangong family.

Knowing this, he naturally had no hesitation in his heart.

Push it out with a punch!
The strength of the fist is as powerful as water and clouds, and the opponent is involved in it in an instant.

The black-robed man with the bull-head mask roared like a wild bull roaring, and his fists protruded like bull horns. The cyan light of his fists turned into the practice of a giant bull, trying to break through Nangong Yu's Shuiyun fist.

But Nangong Yu just snorted softly, and the opponent's bull-shaped fist collapsed in an instant. Just when the punch was about to hit him, there was a tiger roar from outside, and a figure appeared in front of him immediately.

Unlike the man in black robe, the mask on his face was in the shape of a tiger's head.

boom!
The two fists collided with each other.

There was a loud noise.

The tiger-headed black-robed man took two steps back, then cupped his hands and said, "The Nangong family's unique knowledge is indeed well-deserved, please come and ask for it someday."

After speaking.

The two figures instantly turned into streamers and disappeared.

Looking at the place where they disappeared, Nangong Yu's face was gloomy.

Who are they?

This question lingers on everyone's mind.

The same is true for Nie Feng.

He could tell that although the man in the black robe with the bull head was inferior to Nangong Yu in cultivation, the difference was limited. Compared with Nangong Yu, the man in the black robe with the tiger's head mask was almost the same in cultivation. It may not be possible to decide the outcome in a short time.

And the martial arts Nie Feng they used was also unheard of.

"Ugh……"

Nie Feng sighed softly in his heart.

There is another mysterious force with high martial arts skills.

Is this world really going to be chaotic?
Looking at the history books of this world, only when the king has no way, will there be so many masters and forces born in response to the fate of heaven, and then rise up and establish a brand new dynasty.

But now the great fortune of the Song Dynasty is in full swing, the common people live and work in peace and contentment, there are no treacherous people in the court, and neither the emperor nor the prince are the kind of foolish and innocent people. How could such a thing happen?
Could it be...they were born just to deal with the Heavenly Demon?

There is a saying, called like-minded.

Just like Song and Khitan, although they have been enemies for generations, they are surprisingly united in the face of the Heavenly Demon. The kings of the two countries have reached a common ground in many things. .

But there is also a saying that is called the same mind, but the way is not compatible.

Just like these people in front of you.

For his own self-interest, with complete disregard for anything else.

Even at the expense of colluding with foreigners.

(End of this chapter)