From the Ming Dynasty, we will conquer the world

Chapter 26 Three Moves, Four Lives! (5200)

Before Lu Zhu could react, he saw a girl in green clothes walking out of the woods with a sword in her arms.

She had a beautiful face and a stern expression, and her eyes were like deep pools of black jade. When she saw Lu Zhu, her eyes moved like cold smoke rising from the pool.

"You haven't shaved your head yet?"

Lu Zhu heard Xiyu's voice rising slightly, lowered his head and eyebrows, avoiding her sight, and said:

"The Zen has not arrived yet."

Xiyu raised her eyes and eyebrows, and said in an unquestionable tone:
"We have finished our business here, let's have another sword fight."

Her eyebrows are beautiful, dark as distant mountains, and when raised they look quite sharp, giving her the air of a dashing and decisive swordsman.

Lu Zhu was about to reply when he heard Xu Xing sigh and said helplessly:
"You four are Buddhists, so it's fine if you don't understand the ways of the world, but why are you acting so sneakily? Haven't you heard that -

When the word "hear" was mentioned, Lu Zhu and Li Shizhen were both stunned. Before Xu Xing spoke, they did not feel any signs of being followed.

When they turned around, they saw that Xu Xing's figure had disappeared from the spot, leaving only a faint sigh.

The head of the Fourth Court who had followed Lu Zhu and Li Shizhen down the mountain was hiding in the jungle beside the mountain path.

Their breathing was quiet, their heartbeats stopped, and their bodies were stiff and cold, like four corpses. They did not look at Lu Zhu and the other person, but just held their breath and listened quietly to the sound.

This is a secret Shaolin Kung Fu that can secretly collect Qi and blood into the body, just like the plants dormant underground at the winter solstice, withered and withered on the outside but alive and kicking on the inside.

The two sides were hundreds of steps apart, and there were countless trees blocking the way. In this situation, even an ordinary master would find it difficult to spot these four old monks.

That's why Fa Wei sent them to track him down.

But no one could have imagined that these people who had practiced Zen kung fu so hard would be discovered as soon as they came down the mountain, leaving them with nowhere to hide.

——Where did this great master come from?
The four great leaders' eyes narrowed immediately, their hair stood on end, and they felt a chill rising from the soles of their feet and rushing up to their heads.

It was as if it was not a person speaking in a whisper, but the call of the King of Hell from the underworld to take the soul's life.

The intense sense of crisis that was threatening their lives was like an invisible hand, tightly grasping the hearts of the four leaders.

Their eyes are red and shiny, and their faces are as if coated with cinnabar. This is a phenomenon that occurs when people are frightened and their qi and blood rush directly to the top of their skull.

Xu Xing's last two sentences of emotion were like the faint sound of wind coming from the sky, and only then did they reach everyone's ears.

"Don't look at anything indecent, don't listen to anything indecent—"

Although these four leaders look dignified and majestic, they are actually bandits who once ran rampant in Guanzhong. They have superb boxing skills, thousands of followers, and invaded and ravaged the area.

However, in the 34th year of Jiajing, the earthquake that affected five provinces and caused millions of casualties, almost all of their bandits were wiped out. Only four leaders escaped thanks to their superb boxing skills.

Fortunately, all four of them were men of strong minds. After experiencing this change, they did not become discouraged. Instead, they suddenly realized that for people like them, boxing was the foundation of their lives.

In the same year, Southern Shaolin lost seven or eight out of ten of its elite members due to a sea disaster, and was aggressively recruiting lay disciples to bolster its prestige.

After hearing the news, the four of them rushed over to join the fight, wanting to get a glimpse of the boxing skills here.

If the temple was really empty, they planned to simply seize the abbot's throne and use it as a foundation for future uprisings.

However, before these four bandits could show their strength, they met Fa Wei, who had a legitimate status and cruel methods.

In front of this grandmaster who had founded the Blackstone Organization and had experienced many court struggles, the scheming and tricks they had honed in the green forest were naturally not worthy of being seen.

Fortunately, after leaving the inner court, Fawei was in urgent need of masters at the level of grand boxers to work for him, so he did not make things difficult for these four people. Instead, he appointed them as the abbots and taught them the art of meditation.

Therefore, these four old monks only look old, but in fact they are all under the age of fifty.

At this moment, having reversed Ku Chan's power, the blood and energy of the four men became even more vigorous and fierce. The brutal and domineering nature of the past when they invaded one side seemed to come alive again at this moment.

They have to join forces to fight Xu Xing!
Four extremely powerful sounds of energy bursting out rang out from all directions, and the air exploded like a string of cannonballs, one after another.

The sky was filled with howling and roaring winds, mud was splashing everywhere, and trees were broken and flying. Four streams of dust rose high into the air, like four long dragons raising their heads angrily, as if they were going to swallow Xu Xing completely.

Facing the combined attack of four people, Xu Xing's face and expression did not change at all.

No matter how well these four bandits practiced their Zen, they could not hide from his perception of the ultimate skin refining realm and his spiritual realm that was about to "punch into the ultimate void."

His only surprise was that these four old monks did not flee in all directions when they were between life and death, but instead broke through the demonic barriers and attacked together.

This made Xu Xing understand that these four old monks were by no means ordinary people. They were senior masters with real experience and the ability to control their hearts.

There are so many heroes in the world, they should not be underestimated.

The magic of the Ku Zen method lies in that when the practitioner conceals his qi and blood, he can not only hide his vitality, but at the moment of releasing it, he can burst out with a power several times stronger than normal.

This method is similar to the Tianting Fa Jin. Although it is life-threatening, once used, it will take at least several months of recuperation to recover. However, it is also a first-class method of fighting in the world.

Now the four great bandits are simultaneously using the withered Zen method to release their energy and blood and attack together. Even Xu Xing has to be cautious.

The first one to rush in front of Xu Xing was the skinny old monk.

He was like a lonely ghost floating in the snow. With a flash of his body, he had already rushed two or three feet up the well-repaired stone steps on the mountain path.

There was not a trace of dust on the stone steps, only a deeply sunken footprint, which showed how powerful the man was.

In boxing, one must walk as if wading through mud, which means that one should step lightly and land steadily. Imagine that one is walking in mud, being careful and restrained, so as to prevent the mud and water from splashing.

This old monk's mud-wading skills have been practiced to the point where he can turn hard rocks into soft mud.

Only when the force is heavy enough and strong enough, and the force is exerted fast enough, can the stone be squeezed into such a state before it breaks.

His face was as red as a date, his blood was boiling, his arms were as black as ink, and they were as sharp as a cold iron blade. His muscles and bones were shaking, and he chopped down at Xu Xing's head. The sound of powerful swords could be heard all around him.

Xu Xing even smelled a strong fishy smell rolling in, just like the smell of steel after being melted and forged.

——This doesn’t look like an arm at all, it’s simply a large iron sword that has just been made!

The mud-wading step is a skill that the old monk learned from the Wheel-Turning King after entering Southern Shaolin.

This skill of lifting and hanging the knife was his secret weapon that enabled him to roam Guanzhong in the past.

The weapon that the old monk carried with him in those days was a thick-backed broadsword weighing fifty kilograms and made of cast iron. During battles, he could just shake it and any heavy weapon would be knocked away.

If it hits a flesh and blood body, it will be torn into pieces immediately. Even if the person is wearing iron armor, the end result will be that the person and the armor will be shattered.

When the skinny old monk roamed Guanzhong, countless government troops and cavalry fell under his sword. People came and went, horses rushed and lay down, without exception.

Although he has no sword in his hand now, he has the blessing of his footwork from the mud steps and the energy and blood from the burst of withered Zen. The power of the skinny old monk's combined slash is even greater than that of the past.

But no matter how fast he is, how can he be faster than Xu Xing?
In terms of extreme agility, he was already proficient in the Dapeng Mingwang Fist, and he also learned the dragon and snake transformation of Xu Xing from the Sanfeng Blood Sutra. Even among the masters, he was almost invincible.

The old monk was still in mid-air, and slowly walked up to him like a water snake running close to the ground.

Xu Xing stepped heavily on the ground with his right foot, twisted his waist, and a spiral force rose from the ground, from his hips to his lumbar spine, and then to his shoulders, back, elbows and wrists.

The force accumulated layer by layer, like gunpowder exploding in the barrel, urging Xu Xing's clenched right fist to suddenly thrust out and hit the old monk's chest and abdomen.

Mian Zhang Quan·Heart-warming Cannon!

It can be seen that after this punch, Xu Xing's two feet sank into the soft mud in the forest, and his heels even piled up a mound of several inches high, as if he was bearing the terrible recoil brought by a powerful artillery bombardment.

To the skinny old monk who faced this punch head-on, this punch was more than just a powerful cannon, it was like a mountain pressing down on his head!

He only felt that his mouth and nose were covered by the violent air currents, and his whole body seemed to be trapped in a whirlpool of waves. Everything was dark in front of his eyes, and he couldn't even breathe.

All I could hear was a series of rumbling sounds, like the sky falling, the earth collapsing, and the mountains shaking.

The old monk could neither see nor hear, and was hit by the punch.

puff!
Blood gushed out of his mouth, and his muscles and bones were shaking violently, breaking apart piece by piece. His tendons also cracked one by one, making a snapping sound like a broken string.

The old monk shot out at a faster speed than when he came in, and crashed into the mountain path he came from. After a loud bang, smoke and dust rose up, and large pieces of stone slabs turned out of the mountain path, as if they had been plowed by a large plow, with a deep depression in the middle.

The old monk's body was embedded in this depression, as if someone had hammered it in bit by bit, fitting perfectly without any gaps.

Even though the other three were also big bandits, they had never seen such a cruel scene.

But at this time they were fully focused on their boxing and had no energy to sigh.

Just as Xu Xing was about to punch the skinny old monk with his right hand, the other two monks who were a little slower also attacked Xu Xing from the left and right and attacked at the same time.

Both of them were born as horse bandits. They had slightly bowed legs and thick, strong thigh muscles. It was obvious that they were used to practicing horse riding and had the horse-shaped stance training ingrained into their bones.

Although in terms of swordsmanship, the two men were not as good as the skinny old monk who had attacked first, but their brutality and ferocity, such as riding horses at full speed and cutting heads like cutting grass, were even better than the old monk.

Although the two men did not have horses under their crotch at this moment, with each step, they turned the hooves, shone their palms, and punched continuously, they still exerted the ferocious force of a galloping horse that could gallop for thousands of miles.

From this angle, it was indeed difficult for Xu Xing to change his tactics. This was the danger of being besieged.

Against a great boxer, a grandmaster can win quickly, or even kill him with one strike.

But if he faces three or four great boxers at the same time, even if he is a master, he cannot act recklessly.

Unless one has a body like Zhu Polong's, with extremely tough "ribs and tendons", no matter how tough the master's body is, he is still a mortal.

Even if the spirit and perception are sharp enough, facing attacks from all directions, there will inevitably be omissions. If one is hit in a vital spot, the outcome will be unpredictable.

Fortunately, Xu Xing's "Ultimate Skin Refining" is used for defense. Although it is not as good as Zhu Polong's "strong tendons and ribs", it is also rare in the world.

When the fist was about to hit him, Xu Xing took a deep breath. His flawless white skin was tensed and his pores were closed. The breath reached his internal organs, rolled back and forth in his body, and stimulated the fascia all over his body.

The two bandits felt as if they had hit a big, round ball covered with grease. It was slippery and their fists were intertwined, so they involuntarily deviated from the target.

Being in the state of explosive Zen, the two men exerted their strength so fiercely that it was indeed extraordinary. Even Xu Xing had to stimulate his skin membrane to resist.

But this also leads to a problem, that is, once they fail, it is difficult for them to steady their body based on their past experience, and their feet cannot help but stagger slightly.

Although both of them are veterans with many years of experience in battle, and they have practiced the horse-shaped stance that emphasizes the lower body, it only takes them half a breath to sink down and stabilize their center of gravity.

But who is Xu Xing?

After achieving the ultimate level of skin refining, Xu Xing is at the forefront even among all the masters in the world in terms of the ability to seize opportunities and grasp the situation of battle.

This flaw was as obvious to him as the sun in the sky.

With the strength of the two men's fists, Xu Xing spun his body, put the sole of his back foot on the ground, and exerted force with his five toes. He slid backwards three feet gracefully as if he was stepping on a thin piece of ice.

Just as the three of them passed each other and their figures intertwined, Xu Xing seized this fleeting opportunity and attacked with both hands.

As he pulled and released his claws, the throats and cervical vertebrae of the two Malaysian bandits were torn apart by his honed Eagle Claw Kung Fu.

Two heads flew up, and a gorgeous blood flower bloomed at the neck.

Because Xu Xing acted too quickly, neither of them realized their own death. The expressions of the two heads were still frozen at the moment of the fierce fight, their faces full of anger, their eyes fixed on one point.

Such a ferocious and brutal appearance would be enough to scare ordinary people to death, but they still died in the end.

In just a moment, three of the four big boxers who participated in the siege were killed by Xu Xing!

As Xu Xing retreated, the tall monk with white hair and beard and wearing a white robe fell from the sky.

The punch missed, and the place where Xu Xing had just stood was completely collapsed, leaving a huge circular depression. Dirt and gravel flew everywhere, like dust rising in the desert.

The white-robed monk was now immersed in silence and stillness, not affected at all by the death of his companions. He stared at Xu Xing, pushed the ground with his feet, and shook his feet to chase after him.

The tall monk knew that after Xu Xing killed three people in a row, he would definitely need time to catch his breath. If he could not kill these terrifying enemies in one go, he would surely die.

Under the stimulation of life and death, the tall monk exerted his strength to the limit, the corners of his eyes cracked, and two streams of blood oozed out, hanging on his cheeks like winding little snakes.

The muscles in his legs bulged and were as thick as elephant legs, tearing his loose monk's trousers. However, his body seemed to be floating in the air, and his monk's robe made crackling sounds when it was pulled.

This is the most famous movement in Shaolin Kung Fu, the Fragrant Elephant Crossing the River!
With every step he took, he demonstrated the meaning of the phrase "make light of a heavy task" to the fullest extent. With just one step, he reached the top of Xu Xing's head.

His eyes bulged and his heart bulged, and it was obvious that he had pushed his strength to the extreme, and he exhaled and spoke.

A muffled groan was like a thunderbolt from a dry sky, exploding in the air. The air flow swept through the forest like a storm, blowing up countless dust.

The man in white is like a fragrant elephant crossing a river, intercepting the flow of water, while in his hands is the simplest yet most profound Heart and Mother Fist in all the Shaolin temples of the north and south.

Xinyi Ba, also known as Jue Chu Tou, is known as "practicing one fist with all your heart and soul". It is the mother boxing of Shaolin, with thousands of changes and wonderful uses.

Among the four big bandits, only the man in white used the most authentic Shaolin boxing even in this most critical life-and-death moment.

However, Xu Xing could not feel any artistic conception derived from Buddhist boxing, but instead felt an extremely fierce and grand momentum.

If we say that the master's boxing style that he deduced from Dapeng Vajra King was enough to cover the clouds and block out the sun, and muddy the blue sky.

This force of the fist will tear the earth apart, cut through the mountains, and cause the entire world to collapse and fall into ruins, with all lives lost and displaced.

This is the spirit of boxing that was born from the great earthquake in the 34th year of Jiajing.

The disaster affected five provinces, namely Shaanxi, Gansu, Ningxia, Shanxi and Henan, and caused the death toll to millions. In terms of its brutality, it was the worst disaster in history.

The imperial court was slow in providing disaster relief, so even these four big bandits could only fend for themselves.

Along the way, wild beasts, floods, and aftershocks were all obstacles, but the most brutal were the countless hungry refugees.

In order to fight for food, these hungry people were as ferocious as wild beasts, with no fear of life or death. They were like a mighty torrent, rushing forward. Even with their skills as great boxers, they were almost killed.

Although the other three survived, they were very secretive about this experience and were unwilling to look back on it.

Only this most gifted and talented man in white had some vague understanding from the natural disasters and man-made disasters, but he still could not find the key.

A big part of the reason why the Chakravartin, who had regained his dharma name, was willing to keep these four bandits was because he saw the possibility of breaking through to the Grandmaster level in this man in white.

——Grandmasters are rare after all. Since he once accepted Liansheng for this, he naturally would not miss this person.

It's a pity that although the white-robed bandit has learned exquisite Shaolin boxing skills after practicing in Southern Shaolin for several years, he has never been able to break through that layer of window paper. He can release his fists but cannot retract them, and every movement will hurt his mind.

Since he had finally survived the disaster and had a chance to become a master, the white-robed bandit was naturally unwilling to do so, as he would cut off his own path to advancement just for the sake of momentary gratification.

Therefore, he almost never used this punch with all his strength.

Until - this moment!
Under the intense death pressure brought by Xu Xing, the white-clad bandit did not dare to hold back at all.

The black hole of fear and despair swallowed up all his thoughts, but enabled this coward to perform at 120% of his level.

Such a horrific disaster would naturally give rise to earth-shaking punches.

In terms of power alone, this punch is truly at the grandmaster level.

After breaking through the barrier that had troubled him for years, the white-clad bandit had no time to feel emotional or happy before he heard a sigh of deep regret.

"Unfortunately, you are not a master after all."

With a sigh, Xu Xing clasped his right fingers into a claw, and grasped the white-clothed bandit's heart.

Xu Xing clawed down, and the entire arm was immediately crushed into pieces of flesh and bones. From the fingers to the shoulder, he squeezed it into a ball of red and white mud.

This kind of scene is five times more terrifying and seven times more tragic than broken bones and tendons!
The man in white hadn't even felt the pain when the eagle claws of Slow Walking reached his chest again.

With a gentle digging and scratching, a bloody hole was torn in the iron-like sternum, and the heart that was beating hard was completely ruptured.

Blood rained all over the sky, and the bloody smell was everywhere!

Within three moves, the four great leaders were all destroyed!

(End of this chapter)