From the Ming Dynasty, we will conquer the world

Chapter 29: Shoot with arrows, shoot the wolf in the sky! (6600)

Because this incense burner is so heavy, it has stood here almost since the martial arts arena was built and has never been moved.

Therefore, even though these monks were with the incense burners day and night, they did not realize how terrifying the power could be if this thing was used as a weapon.

But Xu Xing is, after all, a master with rich combat experience and who is extremely good at using the environment to fight.

So, as soon as he entered the martial arts arena, he noticed this extremely conspicuous incense burner.

Moreover, ever since he achieved the ultimate level of skin refining and was able to breathe through his skin, Xu Xing has become extremely sensitive to smells.

As soon as he stepped onto the stone steps, he smelled this strange and exciting fragrance that could stimulate human functions and senses.

Long before the battle began, Xu Xing had planned to knock over the incense burner first to stop the medicine from burning and to break the monks out of their fearless and excited state.

Moreover, this extremely heavy incense burner in his hands was like a natural weapon designed for slaughter.

An incense burner weighing thousands of pounds rushed towards him violently in such a short distance, overturning and crushing him. Who could resist it?
Not to mention using the body to resist, even just witnessing this shocking scene and feeling the extremely terrifying sense of oppression and destructive power would probably scare ordinary people to death.

With a loud bang, the incense burner fell to the ground, and the nearest monks were crushed into a pulp without even a groan.

The incense burner collided violently with the ground, stirring up countless dust. The incense ash mixed with the smoke and dust, rolling in all directions. Stone fragments and copper furnace remnants flew everywhere, bursting out like powerful arrows.

The other monks who were not hit directly were also hit by the debris, bleeding profusely and their robes torn.

The word "covered in dust and dirt" is not enough to describe them. They look like corpses just dug out of the ground, looking extremely miserable.

Although these people's bodies have not yet directly lost their combat effectiveness, their minds have been completely subdued by the scene just now.

So, they just stood there in a daze, their eyes dull, their upper and lower teeth constantly chattering, their legs trembling, and they dared not even move at all.

This is probably what the so-called walking dead is.

Another figure jumped out from the smoke and dust. It was Xu Xing who had just kicked the incense burner away.

Although he had killed more than ten monks in a flash, which was enough to make him extremely powerful, Xu Xing's condition was not good.

The overlapping demonic realms seemed to be nourished by flesh and blood, becoming more and more real and terrifying.

Xu Xing only felt a strong fishy smell in his mouth and nose, and it seemed as if a surging sea of ​​blood suddenly appeared between heaven and earth. Fierce ghosts and gods rode the fishy wind, controlled the bloody rain, and pounced on him with monstrous blood waves.

Even with Xu Xing's strong character, he was affected and was in a trance for a moment.

In just a short while, dozens of gray figures came rushing over from the stone steps behind the martial arts arena that led directly to the mountain gate.

These people are basically lay disciples who came to Shaolin with their skills. They have already mastered the martial arts and do not need to train together in the martial arts field. Instead, they are scattered throughout Shaolin and practice on their own.

That's why they can come so quickly.

Before they got close, the leading monk had already smelled the strong smell of blood. He looked up and saw the scene of corpses everywhere and the mess on the ground. He felt a chill going straight to his head.

Besides being angry, I was also frightened.

Although he was not as powerful as the four leaders who had led thousands of people to plunder a place, he was also a local bandit. He had committed many acts of robbery, murder and arson, and his hands were covered in blood. He considered himself to be quite courageous.

But when he first saw Xu Xing's technique, the monk was still shocked and his skin was covered with goose bumps.

The dozens of people behind him were also shocked. Seeing this scene, they were all speechless and looked horrified.

But this big monk in gray was, after all, a great boxer who had completed a body training. Just by looking at Xu Xing's expression, he realized that this fierce man was not in a good state.

The big monk didn't think twice, jumped up, picked up the weapon in his hand, and smashed it on Xu Xing's head.

What he held in his hand was an eight-sided mace made of water-ground iron. It was weighed by 48 pounds and was a heavy weapon used exclusively by famous generals in ancient times. A full-strength blow from it could crush a rock into powder. It was extremely powerful.

Even a soldier wearing iron armor would not be able to withstand such a heavy blow, let alone a mortal body?

The iron whip rubbed against the air, causing an unbearable heat, releasing a fierce, burning iron smell, which seemed to be accompanied by burning wind and flames, hitting Xu Xing's head.

A long black light was stretched out between the two men, and air currents exploded in a chain. At this distance, the big monk could clearly see the struggle on Xu Xing's face.

Before he could be happy, Xu Xing suddenly opened his eyes. His gaze was clear without any confusion, but rather a look of enlightenment.

Facing the huge iron mace coming at him, Xu Xing's eyes were lively and bright. He did not dodge or evade. He slowly raised his hands as if holding a lotus.

The two arms were clearly moving at a very fast speed, but in the eyes of the big monk, they seemed incredibly slow, as if they were pushing an extremely solid mountain.

He could even see Xu Xing's flawless white skin, every trembling, protruding blue vein, and every tightened muscle.

The big monk knew that it was not really slow, but because Xu Xing's force was so powerful and heavy that it gave people this feeling.

boom!
As soon as this punch was thrown, Xu Xing felt that the layers of illusions surrounding him were all dispersed a little. He suddenly felt a sense of heroism in his chest, and chanted in a long and slow voice:

"I can draw a bow like a full moon——"

The first punch that the big monk threw, the most powerful attack with the momentum of falling, was stopped abruptly by Xu Xing.

He fell to the ground with his legs slightly bent, and his right hand, which was holding the iron mace, was shaken by the blow.

The big monk's eyes became fierce, and he was about to raise his mace to strike again, but he saw fist shadows coming like a mountain, overwhelming him.

Xu Xing clenched his fist, and the tip of his fist was wrapped in a strong wind with a force sharper than an arrow. He hit the iron mace repeatedly, causing the air to burst and explode.

The monk's standing practice was excellent. After landing, his heels dug deeply into the stone ground, like a solid wall, not shaking at all.

However, Xu Xing's fist made him move backwards continuously. One could see that two sunken grooves were gradually being plowed out under the monk's feet.

In this situation, Xu Xing is like pushing a solid iron mountain, moving forward firmly. Although it is a little slow, he is unshakable and determined.

The fist and the iron mace collided continuously, and the dull and deep collision sounds formed a line, but still could not cover up Xu Xing's proud voice.

"Looking northwest——"

The big monk felt that he was not facing one person, but an army of thousands of horses that were shooting arrows at the same time. The powerful arrows gathered like a rainstorm, the sharp energy roared, tearing the air, and enveloping him endlessly.

This is exactly the secret technique of the Yue family's San Shou, shooting arrows at random.

This move is to visualize the mood of archers in the army shooting at the same time, using the torso as the bowstring and the arms as the sharp arrows, and shooting continuously. Not only is the force powerful, but there is also a murderous aura of iron horses and golden swords that can capture people's hearts.

If one cannot train his physique to the point where it is as strong as copper, iron and steel, he will never be able to deliver such a powerful blow.

After several consecutive clashes, the iron mace was twisted all over by Xu Xing's extremely ferocious and powerful "Random Arrow Attack", and there were several clear and deep fist marks on the mace.

This big monk is indeed a rare master. Even in this situation, he still holds the iron mace tightly. This is also the instinct of a strong man who uses heavy weapons.

But the consequence of this instinct was that his entire right palm was torn apart by the strong force that was shaken back, leaving his flesh and blood all over and his bones exposed.

"He caught the iron mace with his bare hands. This guy's boxing skills are truly terrifying!"

The big monk was very clear-headed and knew that if he relaxed for a moment, Xu Xing would beat him to death on the spot!

After more than a dozen exchanges, the two men had moved from the center of the square to the bottom of the statue of the Heavenly King on the west side.

Along the way, there was no one who could stop Xu Xing, allowing this vicious man to forge a smooth and straight path through the crowd.

With his back against this majestic statue holding a vajra and glaring, the monk, who was feeling extremely aggrieved and frightened, finally became ferocious.

——The worst that can happen is death!
The muscles on his cheeks twitched and twisted into the look of a ferocious and hideous Yaksha. He raised the iron mace in his hand with all his might, intending to fight Xu Xing to the death!
The handle of the mace rubbed against the metacarpal bone violently, making a teeth-grinding creaking sound and spreading a circle of blood mist.

Xu Xing could feel that the Buddhist boxing spirit that was spreading around him had been aroused by this man's courageous spirit and was blessing his body.

In his eyes, the big monk had transformed into a majestic god in armor, with eyes like copper bells and a golden mace in his hand, ready to cleanse the world of evil spirits.

It was this momentum that aroused the lofty spirit in Xu Xing's heart, like a roc spreading its wings and hating the sky for being so high.

He was fearless, his eyes were as bright as torches, the twelve main tendons that ran through his body protruded from the surface and shook violently, even the other tiny tendons and fascia were activated, and explosions sounded one after another.

Random Arrow Strike is a type of boxing technique that strengthens the tendons. It can activate several tendons and unleash a series of arrow-like attacks. It is considered an advanced technique and can only be performed by a great boxer.

Like Xu Xing, not only the twelve main tendons are vibrated, but also the whole body is affected. This is the highest level of "Ten Thousand Arrows Shooting at Once".

But Xu Xing was not satisfied with this power. He tightened his extremely tough membrane, trapping the strong vibration inside his body so that it could not be released directly, but gathered at the tip of his fist.

Xu Xing laughed loudly and threw a punch!
"Shoot the Wolf!"

With a punch, the air was no longer turbulent, but was completely pierced, with a long and sharp whistle. The monks around who had wanted to intervene only felt a black screen before their eyes, their eardrums ruptured, and blood oozing out.

If the "random arrow attack" just now was thousands of arrows fired at the same time and covered the sky, then Xu Xing's last punch "Shooting the Wolf in the Sky" was like Yi falling to the golden crow and a rainbow piercing the sun.

——This is a brand new boxing move he created based on the method of random arrows, combined with the ability to refine skin to the extreme level!
With a snap, the iron mace broke and the monk's right hand also shattered, and he could no longer hold the mace handle.

Before the broken iron mace hit the ground, Xu Xing kicked it and it flew back and pierced the monk's chest.

The iron mace continued to move forward, causing the monk's body to slide backwards, leaving two bloody marks on the ground, and finally nailed heavily into the thick left leg of the stone statue of the Heavenly King. The blood flowed slowly like a winding stream.

When Xu Xing threw this punch, not only was the monk's iron mace broken, but even the gods and demons in the illusory world seemed to be frightened by his power and did not dare to step forward to attack him for a while.

Seeing this scene, Xu Xing seemed to have unloaded a huge burden. He laughed loudly. His laughter was powerful and strong, deafening, and the sound echoed in the valley and spread to the sky.

What about gods, Buddhas, demons and monsters? It turns out they are just a bunch of bullies who only bully the weak and fear the strong!
After this realization, even though Xu Xing was fighting against countless Southern Shaolin masters with an injured body, as well as the surviving boxing spirit of successive masters, he did not feel the slightest burden in his heart, only an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

At this moment, Xu Xing felt that the words of the Sanfeng Blood Sutra that had been engraved in his mind before became clearer, and at once many insights arose in his mind.

Xu Xing was so excited about killing that he simply tore off his tattered, blood-stained shirt, revealing his upper body with almost perfect lines. His muscles were firm and tight, his skin was smooth and round, and his skin was fair and delicate.

He looked like a statue carved out of fine jade, and he had an extremely strong breath of life that a statue could never possess.

Xu Xing ignored the monks who were gradually showing their fearful expressions, and just raised his head and looked at the dozens of gray-robed masters on the stone steps. Feeling the extremely strong murderous and bandit aura from these people, Xu Xing couldn't help but shake his head and sigh:
"Even though I've swept the temple once, it still smells fishy."

He was now really curious about what method the master who was hiding here used to train these people into this state.

Thinking about the medicine burning in the big incense burner just now, Xu Xing was a little skeptical. Could it be that such a big Southern Shaolin has really become a den of thieves?

At this moment, a very subtle clicking sound suddenly came from behind Xu Xing.

Xu Xing turned his head and raised his eyebrows, only to see that the left leg of the statue, along with the body of the monk, exploded from the front as if hit by a cannonball.

Driven by this terrifying force, stone fragments, along with flesh and bones that had rotted into mud and mixed together, flew towards Xu Xing and covered his entire body.

If hit by these fragments, even the strong monks in the martial arts arena would be hit with bloody holes. Those with less luck would probably die on the spot.

Xu Xingyuan stretched out his arms lightly, and with just a slight shake, the sweat on his body evaporated into mist. The white mist rolled violently, forming layers of strong winds and airflows, which pushed away all the incoming debris.

But these attacks, which could be considered fatal, were merely the aftermath.

The real attack was a heavy iron hammer that struck violently from behind the collapsed statue.

The air flow wrapped in smoke and dust entangled the hammer head, surging violently, and the blood and flesh residue floating in the air also moved with it.

It was like a long red-scaled dragon, opening its bloody mouth and dripping with smelly saliva, trying to swallow Xu Xing whole.

The hammer's fall actually gave people a strong impact in terms of vision, hearing, and smell at the same time.

If this kind of hammering method was used, even an iron mountain would be smashed into pieces.

Moreover, the man in the dark made extremely precise calculations, showing extremely sophisticated combat wisdom.

With one move, he broke the left leg of the statue, causing the entire majestic statue to topple forward, falling down with the momentum of a mountain collapsing and destroying mountains.

This move was even more grand than what Xu Xing had just done when he hit someone with the incense burner.

The man who launched the assassination actually gambled his own life on this move.

If he couldn't kill Xu Xing with the hammer, he himself would surely be smashed into a pulp by the falling stone statue.

Because of this, this hammer carries a sense of determination to die if not successful.

This is undoubtedly the most brutal and decisive assassination method, with a bit of the fierceness of the strongman stabbing Qin in Bolingsha and throwing a hammer to break a chariot.

He carried a hammer and ran in Bolangsha, and bumped into the jade bowl in front of the Hongmen tent!
Even though Xu Xing had just broken the iron mace with his fists, he would not be able to take it again in the face of such a violent and heavy blow.

In terms of power alone, this hammer is comparable to Zhu Polong's crocodile fist. Once a master uses heavy weapons, the lethality will increase nine or even ten times!
There is a sledgehammer in front and a statue falling from above, which means death is almost certain.

But the killer miscalculated one thing.

That is the speed of Xu Xing!

Xu Xing didn't even use his heels to step on the ground, but just gripped the ground with his ten toes. His spine arched and stretched, and the whole person rushed to the assassin like a water snake jumping out of the bushes before the sledgehammer fell.

The assassin originally saw that Xu Xing did not dodge or evade when facing the big monk's iron mace but only used his bare hands, so he thought that Xu Xing was the kind of master who was not good at body movement, but only specialized in horizontal physical training and was good at frontal attacks, so he designed such a killing plan.

But he didn't expect that Xu Xing had just used the iron mace to take advantage of the momentum to disperse the demonic realm lingering in his sea of ​​consciousness in one go.

In fact, at the Grandmaster level, Xu Xing's most outstanding quality besides his perception is his speed.

One wrong step would have put this skilled assassin in a deadly situation.

At such a distance, and he was using a heavy weapon like a hammer, it was naturally difficult for him to change his moves. He could only watch Xu Xing attack.

Xu Xing himself was an expert in the use of heavy weapons, so how could he not know the man's predicament? He immediately seized the opportunity and used heavy force.

He clenched his right hand into an eagle claw and first crushed the man's wrist that was tightly grasping the hammer handle, then rolled down, causing his body to rotate to the left, and took advantage of the momentum to strike out with his left palm that was lightly pressing on his abdomen.

Xu Xing exerted strength on his left palm, and his fingers and palm were covered with blue veins, as big as a palm leaf fan, dark blue in color, and with the force of wind and thunder, he lightly imprinted it on the man's chest, leaving a clear, deeply concave palm print.

Blood gushed out of the hammer master's mouth, and the hammer in his right hand fell to the ground. The whole person flew out and hit the half left leg of the statue of the Heavenly King.

With a loud bang, the only remaining remains of the statue collided violently with the man's body, shattered into pieces and collapsed into the sky.

Now, the entire statue of the Heavenly King was completely destroyed.

After beating the man to death, he rolled his feet, twisted and collapsed his calf tendons, stretched out and shook his hands, raised his back muscles, and flapped his shoulder blades like wings, moving his body three feet to the left.

Just in time to avoid a long sword falling from the sky.

It turned out that when the man wielding the hammer took action, there was another person lying on top of the statue, preparing to assassinate Xu Xing, but he did not take action until this moment.

Unlike his colleague whose every move was earth-shaking, even revolutionary, this man's sword was almost silent when he drew it.

The sword was swung neither fast nor slow, and the blade was wrapped in black cloth, so it didn't even make any sound, making it extremely concealed.

His body completely overlapped with the shadow of the collapsed statue, like a vengeful ghost returning from the underworld.

But such a perfect sword strike actually missed? !

The assassin was filled with disbelief.

He and the hammer wielder were both Black Stone elders who followed Fawei out of the inner court.

Although neither of them had become a grandmaster, their movement and stillness, hammer and sword had always been in perfect coordination, and even a peak great boxer who had tempered his body four times had killed more than one.

In the past in the Black Stone organization, although the half-step grandmaster Lian Sheng, the Xicaishi, was nominally the second-in-command and was domineering and arrogant, he was always extremely wary of these two people and did not dare to say a harsh word.

It is because Lian Sheng knows clearly that if he really faces these two people, even with his boxing skills, he will definitely die.

In fact, in the opinion of the Black Stone leader, King Chakravartin, although these two people find it difficult to gather their strength and attack the Grandmaster level due to their personal experiences and minds.

But if they can arrange in advance, take advantage of the time and place, and join forces to assassinate, they can even threaten the master's life.

They had practiced this kind of combined attack countless times, with the sledgehammer master first attacking head-on to create a fierce momentum and oppress the opponent's mind, and then the sword-wielding assassin would kill from the dark, and they had never failed.

Generally speaking, even if a master can withstand the fierce and domineering hammer, he will definitely not be able to defend against the subsequent dark sword assassination.

Moreover, this assassin also practiced the withered Zen taught by the Wheel-Turning King. Before taking action, all his life force and blood were concealed.

As he had been practicing for a longer time, his Zen skills were even more profound than those four abbots. Once he held his breath and concentrated his mind, not even the slightest breath would leak out.

But the swordsman didn't expect that he would encounter such a monster today, who could use his extreme speed to force the perfect cooperation between the two to create flaws that shouldn't have existed.

This person was even able to pay attention in such a dangerous situation, observe the movements around him and accurately capture his own whereabouts!
Even if he is a master, such speed and perception are really too amazing!
From the time the master knocked down the statue, to Xu Xing's sudden killing, to the assassin's sword attack, only a very short period of time passed in between. It was not until this moment that the majestic stone statue really fell to the ground.

The moment the statue touched the ground, it crushed the flat ground inch by inch, then suddenly sank and collapsed.

The sound went straight into the sky and almost shook the entire martial arts arena. The stone powder residue and dust mixed together to form a thick and dense smoke cloud, which pounced fiercely on the surroundings like a giant beast.

In the smoke and dust, the black-clad assassin had just avoided the aftermath of the stone statue falling to the ground when he heard a question coming from behind him. Even if he didn't turn around, he could imagine the man's curious look.

"You, are you from Black Stone?"

His hair stood on end and goose bumps appeared on his back. With a twist of his wrist, the long sword blew away the black cloth, revealing a bright green blade, and stabbed towards the source of the sound.

As soon as Xu Xing saw the Wudang strong round palm force that vibrated the sword blade, he understood the identity of the man in black. He didn't want to ask any more questions. He raised his right hand and stabbed it directly at his neck.

With Xu Xing's current skills, if he clenched and twisted his right hand, even a solid iron pillar would be twisted into a knot, let alone a human neck?

With a click, the black-clad assassin's neck was twisted into pieces. His head, with a streak of blood, suddenly flew up into the sky. When he fell to the ground, his body was still standing.

——Even the people from Black Stone are lurking in Southern Shaolin?

When Xu Xing thought of the Black Stone leader calling himself the Wheel-Turning King, he seemed to understand something. He raised his thumb, wiped the corner of his mouth, and smiled a little ferociously.

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The moment Mingshan, who was walking down the mountain, saw Xu Xing's big flag, he realized who the person was. Without any hesitation, he turned around and ran back.

Mingshan knew very well that facing this strong man who could injure Zhu Polong, even if there were many masters in Southern Shaolin, perhaps only his own master could fight against him.

Thinking of this, he ran even harder. When he just crossed the mountain gate and arrived at the entrance of the Main Hall, Fawei had already come up from the back mountain.

The abbot, who always had an intimidating presence without getting angry, now held a sheathed sword in his hand. Although the murderous intent was not yet unleashed, it was still intimidating.

When Mingshan saw his master looking like this, he immediately knelt down.

Fa Wei tilted his sword, frowned, and shouted:
"Who's coming?"

Although Fawei's tone was calm, Mingshan could hear a strong anger surging like an undercurrent.

Fawei was indeed very angry.

You know, before he took over as abbot, Southern Shaolin had stood in the southeast for nearly a thousand years and had never been invaded like this.

What? Do you think that I, the Chakravartin King, am easy to bully?

When Mingshan saw Fawei, he suddenly fell to the ground and said tremblingly:
"Master, here comes Xu Tafa!"

"Ok?"

At this moment, both of them heard loud noises coming from the martial arts arena, as well as bursts of high-pitched laughter.

"Come again! Come again! Come again!"

　This is a 6,600-word chapter. I will not divide it into chapters. Thank you for your support.
　　
　
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