From the Ming Dynasty, we will conquer the world

Chapter 31 Broken Sword, Demonic Body!
Although the Chakravartin has not yet gathered the thirty-two aspects and cultivated a true golden body of Buddha, the explosive power of this chopped blow is still so terrifying that it is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Wherever the sword passed, the air was like a transparent wall that was suddenly split open. It stood there for a moment before collapsing with a loud bang, turning into two waves that rolled towards both sides with a violent sound of waves crashing against the shore.

When the fist and sword were about to clash, circles of light red air ripples spread out in front of Xu Xing's fist, layer upon layer, like a cannonball, and hit the sword of the Wheel King.

"Ok?"

The Chakravartin's swordsmanship had already reached perfection, which also meant that he could extend his extremely sensitive sense of touch to the blade.

For a master like him, beheading with a sword and leaving the cut as smooth as a mirror is not much to praise, because it only proves that the sword is powerful enough, fast enough, and the blade is sharp enough.

When the Chakravartin draws his sword to behead people, he often uses only the most appropriate amount of force. The depth and trajectory of the wound will vary for each person, varying with the structure of each person's organs and blood vessels.

His sword skills are almost as good as those of a butcher cutting up an ox. No thinking is required. As long as the sword tip touches the limbs, the most appropriate changes will naturally occur.

It is precisely because of such a sensitive sense of touch that the Chakravartin can feel that what hits the edge of his sword is definitely not the gust of air caused by punching, but another kind of stronger and more solid existence.

This is exactly what Xu Xing did with his "Ultimate Skin Refining" ability, which allowed him to evaporate sweat and blood, creating a mist-like change that gathered and dispersed invisibly, combining both hardness and softness. Naturally, its power was much greater than that of a simple air wave aftermath.

Even though the Chakravartin was a master who had experienced hundreds of battles, he could not have expected Xu Xing to have such a change.

What's worse is that at this moment, his instinct of "using the thin to penetrate the thick" has been activated. With a twist of his wrist, the sword body adjusts to the most suitable angle for chopping according to the direction of the force.

——But, this is just air flow!

Just as the Chakravartin realized this, his sword had already changed, and Xu Xing's fist had already followed closely and hit the deflected sword!
Although the blade of the Chakravartin's sword is extremely thick and heavy, it is still far inferior to heavy weapons such as iron mace and iron hammer.

And Xu Xing's "Shooting the Wolf in the Sky" attack was the best he had ever achieved in his life. Even if Zhu Polong used all his "tendons and ribs" he could not withstand it.

Therefore, the result is naturally no suspense.

After an extremely crisp sound, the entire sword was broken by Xu Xing's punch.

Half of the sword blade flew out, and with a "puff", it pierced deeply into the stone steps behind the Chakravartin, as if it was not stone but a piece of extremely soft tofu.

After all, the Chakravartin was a great master of swordsmanship, and although he was caught off guard by Xu Xing's extraordinary attack, his sword did not slip out of his hand.

The muscles on his palms were bulging, full and round. He shook several times, suppressing the force of the vibrating sword. He lowered his body, and the broken sword dragged out a dark sword light, piercing Xu Xing's chest.

The sword thrust out without encountering any resistance and pierced into Xu Xing's left chest with great ease, causing blood to splatter everywhere.

When the Chakravartin was about to twist his wrist and draw his sword again to cause secondary damage, he found that the opponent's muscles were tightly taut, like copper or iron, clamping his sword firmly.

——Even though his chest was pierced, he still refused to retreat?!

Although he knew that this man would be difficult to deal with, the Chakravartin did not expect that Xu Xing's fighting spirit was so determined that he was willing to take a sword strike first and use his body to restrict his swordsmanship.

The Chakravartin did not understand Xu Xing, and the word "restriction" never appeared in his tactical arrangements.

His only tactic is to attack!

A large hand with red skin and bulging veins stretched out from the side and tightly grasped the sword-holding wrist of the Chakravartin.

Facing the Chakravartin who was so close to him, Xu Xing grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth, his eyes were cold and piercing.

The young man's forehead, cheeks, and neck were all bulging with veins, his skin was red, and even oozing with blood, and his face was extremely distorted.

But he is still smiling!

Laughing so warmly!

"At this distance, your sword is useless!"

The left fist blasted out with a whistling laugh.

Although the Chakravartin raised his left arm to block in time, he did not expect Xu Xing's punch to come so fast and without leaving any trace.

——This is the most powerful boxing technique!

When this thought flashed through the mind of the Chakravartin, his left hand had already been blasted up by Xu Xing and pressed heavily against his head, making a deep sound like the sound of an ancient bell.

The powerful force vibrated through his bones and even knocked his head back.

Once he had the upper hand, Xu Xing naturally took advantage of the situation and pulled the Chakravartin's body back with his right hand, then gathered strength with his left arm to strike again.

While he was fighting, he was also moving forward.

He looked just like a heavy infantryman advancing with shield raised under a hail of arrows.

The only difference is that the human shield was the Chakravartin.

Every time Xu Xing took a step, the stone steps under his feet would break and crack, revealing large pieces of soil.

Xu Xing now is just like an iron rhinoceros that will not let go of someone with its horns. Once he gets ruthless and brutal, he will ignore everything else and only care about the opponent in front of him.

Xu Xing will never give up until he kills the Chakravartin.

The stairs where the two men had just started fighting were about thirty or forty steps away from the red-painted gate at the top. Due to the undulating terrain of the mountain, these thirty or forty steps of stone steps were quite winding and could not lead directly to the mountain gate.

But Xu Xing plowed a deep ditch leading directly to the mountain gate from the place of battle. Any trees blocking the way were broken and fell by the Chakravartin, smashing to the ground and stirring up countless mud.

Along the way, there were depressions and large pits everywhere, as well as broken tree stumps, rolling logs, falling rocks, and collapsed hillsides that merged into a stream and rushed down the mountain in a mighty force.

When the monks following Xu Xing saw this scene, they all showed horror on their faces and fled in all directions.

After fighting dozens of times at arm's length, the two men finally arrived in front of the red-painted door. Xu Xing finally showed signs of exhaustion and could no longer maintain his violent and indiscriminate offensive.

The Chakravartin seized the opportunity and kicked Xu Xing in the abdomen, finally forcing the barbarian, who had been pressing him step by step since the start of the fight, to retreat a step. The Chakravartin also took this opportunity to break free from Xu Xing's grasp.

However, Xu Xing's reaction was not slow either. He used the force of the kick to take a step back, turned around and kicked out with a "piercing kick". His toes were stretched straight, making a crisp cracking sound like a whip.

Although the Chakravartin tried to block with his right hand, he was still kicked and rushed backwards, breaking through the heavy red-painted door and falling into the courtyard.

The courtyard is not very big. There is a stone staircase in the courtyard that leads directly to the main hall. There is a row of trees planted on both sides. In the middle is a stone table with an incense burner on it.

It was on this stone path that the Chakravartin slid about a dozen feet before slowly coming to a stop.

His clothes were torn and his skin was exposed, which was shiny and glossy as if covered with ghee, and had a special brass color, just like a gold-painted Buddha walking out of a temple.

However, I am afraid there is no Buddha as miserable as this in the world.

The Chakravartin's body was covered with sunken fist marks, and golden blood was seeping out of his eye sockets, mouth corners, and ears. His face was also distorted and swollen.

These were all injuries caused by Xu Xing's fists.

The right wrist was bent because Xu Xing had used the eagle claw technique to break the wrist bone.

The most serious injury was the narrow gash on his chest, with skin and flesh rolled up but not much blood seeping out.

This was the wound caused by Xu Xing's dragging knife.

At the beginning, Zhu Polong was broken by this move, so the Wheel King naturally couldn't resist it. But in terms of misery, Xu Xing was even more miserable.

Xu Xing stood at the edge of the mountain path, his black hair disheveled, a broken sword piercing his chest, blood flowing, staining his trousers a mournful bright red, just like a burning flame.

The handsome face that looked like it was carved out of marble was covered in blood, as if he was wearing a thickly painted mask. His naked body was covered in scars, and even his breath smelled heavily of blood.

But the light in his eyes was still bright and frightening.

Just by looking at the appearance of the two people, you can tell how dangerous the offensive and defensive battle that just took place in such a small space was.

Xu Xing shook his head, his black hair flying wildly, and simply pulled out the broken sword from his chest. This action caused the wound to burst again, and blood gushed out.

He didn't care about his injuries at all. He wiped the blood off his face, and his eyes penetrated the red painted door. His eyes were blazing with light and fire, and he said proudly:

"Friends, it's time for us to start the second round!"

In the smoke and dust, the Chakravartin slowly stood up.

His eyes were a deep blue, like two pure and flawless gems, without a speck of dust. His voice was also calm, as if he had already extinguished the six senses and entered into the perfect state of pure nirvana.

"Yue Daohai's disciple, no, it's Xu Tafa, you are really amazing."

But in Xu Xing's ears, there were overlapping echoes and vague illusions appeared before his eyes.

It was as if there were countless demons hidden in the void, echoing the words of the Chakravartin with their demonic voices, bewitching Xu Xing to voluntarily throw himself into his fist and gain supreme liberation.

In this place where the Buddhist rhythm is most profound, the Chakravartin actually released his master's fist power!

Obviously, Xu Xing was not the only one who made progress in the life-and-death battle just now!
The muscles all over the Chakravartin's body were throbbing, and his joints were protruding in square shapes, like bone tumors, as if there was some foreign object hidden under his skin.

The gold paint on his skin gradually faded, revealing a strange color. At first glance, it was realized that it was actually thick calluses, like scales.

This kind of physical feature completely violates the Vajra Dharma of Buddhism. It can even be said that it has surpassed the scope of human beings and entered the category of aliens.

This unimaginable body, even if it just appears in front of ordinary people, is enough to make most people lose their minds with fear, their hands and feet become weak, and even lose the most basic judgment and ability to act.

However, Xu Xing was not afraid at all.

As a master of boxing, he understood that the secret of the master's strong physique was actually still hidden in his spirit.

Achieving the spirit of boxing of "the way of utmost sincerity" can not only stimulate the potential of the physical body and temporarily enhance explosive power, but also truly feed back to the physical body and stimulate the deepest mysteries of the human body.

This is something that no medicine or food supplement can achieve.

In other words, martial arts masters are all on a path that transcends the human body.

To practice the Shaolin tradition of the Thirty-two Aspects of Vajra, one must first develop a special boxing spirit, and then use the secret medicine and techniques passed down for thousands of years before one can develop it.

However, for the Chakravartin, this kind of body cannot fully match his boxing spirit. If he wants to go further, he must find another way.

That's why he resolutely joined the inner court, because it kept the most martial arts secrets in the world, as well as almost the entire collection of Wudang Mountain.

After reading the scriptures and absorbing the strengths of various schools, the Chakravartin transformed his body into a form that could perfectly match the fist of "Extinction of All Dharmas".

It is difficult to say whether the Chakravartin became like this because of his boxing skills, or whether boxing transformed him into this appearance.

But no matter what, this proves one thing.

The Chakravartin had indeed invested everything he had into the study of martial arts.

Just looking at this alien body, Xu Xing became excited.

——Wouldn’t it be a pity if I couldn’t experience such boxing and martial arts in person? !
At this moment, Xu Xing had thrown away all grudges, leaving only the purest and most persistent pursuit of boxing and martial arts.

He laughed loudly and stepped forward.

"Well, that's it, it's worth fighting!"

Before he finished speaking, Xu Xing took a bow and arrow stance, pulled his right fist back to its limit, and assumed the "Shooting the Wolf in the Sky" posture again.

The bowstring snapped and thunder flashed!
The fist pulled out a long air wave, crossing a long distance, tearing through the smoke and air, and slamming in front of the Chakravartin!

Although after a fierce battle, Xu Xing's physical strength had decreased a lot compared to the beginning of the battle, and he could not display the majestic momentum of "White Rainbow Piercing the Sun", but this "Shooting the Sky Wolf" shot after a short period of accumulation of strength was still sharp enough.

Before the fist actually landed, the strong wind and airflow had already covered the Wheel King. White marks appeared on the ground three feet around him, as if he was cut by a sharp blade.

If an ordinary person were in the middle of it, his flesh and blood would be torn apart in an instant. However, the fist wind as sharp as gold and iron only produced a series of sparks when it landed on the scales of the Chakravartin, without causing any scars.

The Chakravartin took a step forward and took a stance. The joints of the five fingers of his left hand bulged as if Buddhist beads were stuffed into his flesh, and his fingertips made a hissing sound, like five shaking snake heads poking out of a cave.

There was a violent air flow lingering between his fingers and palms, which suddenly bit upwards and wrapped around Xu Xing's fist. For a moment, a fishy wind blew up, and a loud "hissing" sound was heard, as if thousands of snakes were spitting out their tongues.

When his fists and palms collided, the Chakravartin was shaken all over. The tiles under his feet shattered into powder, his feet dug into the mud, and he became three inches shorter. The tiles behind him undulated like waves, arched backwards and tumbled, hitting the stone table where the incense burner was placed.

The stone table shook and the incense burner fell over.

Although it was difficult to receive, the Chakravartin still managed to take Xu Xing's punch.

He trembled his left hand, and the tendons in his arm bulged, pushing up the thick calluses like scales, like a swimming python, trying to completely swallow Xu Xing's fist.

"Snake fist strangulation?"

Xu Xing raised the corners of his mouth and grinned grimly.

He opened his five fingers that were clenched into a fist, and his fingers were bent like iron hooks, with a force that was sharper than a blade, like a roc swooping down from a thousand feet high altitude, tearing and pulling, with a spirit that soared across the sky and killed everything.

This is Xu Xing's most skilled Eagle Claw Kung Fu.

Two palms and ten fingers constantly changed in a small space, leaving behind many afterimages, interpreting the tragic momentum of the life-and-death struggle between the eagle and the snake.

When competing in this kind of small and sharp short-range grappling techniques, what is being compared is the skill of listening to the force.

The Wheel King is obviously very confident in his ability to listen to the force, which is why he adopts this fighting style. He has trained the tendons in his body to the point where they can move like a snake. In terms of listening to the force skill alone, he is indeed among the best among the masters.

It is also because of this skill that his sword skills are so delicate. After releasing the sword, the Chakravartin's ability to hear and feel the force is several times stronger!
However, using tendons to "listen to the strength" is ultimately separated by a membrane, and his skin is covered with thick, scaly calluses, which are dozens of times rougher than that of ordinary people, adding an extra layer of hindrance.

All these factors combined made the Wheel King far superior to Xu Xing, a strong man who had achieved the "ultimate level of skin refining" and was able to sense the strength of others with his hair.

In the first five fights, the Wheel-Turning King could still fight Xu Xing on equal terms with his abundant physical strength, but the more the fight went on, the greater the pressure on him became, and he was beaten back step by step.

After a total of sixteen rounds of fighting, the Chakravartin was becoming increasingly exhausted and was forced to the front of the stone table by Xu Xing. His heels were pressed against the bottom of the table, leaving him with nowhere to retreat.

However, this is also the opportunity he has been waiting for for a long time!

　My family members, I passed away halfway through, and this book cannot advance to the fourth round. The editor has notified that it will be on the shelves tomorrow. Please support me. I will write a thank you note later and explain in detail.

　　
　
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