Chapter 94 Shakyamuni throws an elephant, and the sound of silent thunder
Bang! ! !
The air between Su Hanshan and Leng Youming seemed to be slightly distorted, and the scenery seemed a bit blurry.
When the shadow penetrated this area, it didn't look like a person, but like a spear shot out and hit Leng Youming.
At the critical moment, Leng Youming blocked the palm with his arms.
However, his hasty response was not strong enough. Not only did his mouth bleed, but the skill in his arm was almost scattered by Su Hanshan's palm. His whole body also shook and flew backwards several feet.
The two figures flew off the ground at the same time, only an arm's length away from Su Hanshan.
At this moment, Leng Youming was like a prey bitten by a wild beast, unable to escape.
Just when his back was about to hit a tree, he kicked back the heel of his right foot as if there were eyes in the back of his head.
The tree trunk as thick as a wine jar was broken by his kick, which also provided him with a reaction force, making him slow down.
The broken part of the tree trunk folded back, but the entire crown of the tree tilted forward and pressed down.
Leng Youming tilted his neck, and the tree trunk hit his left shoulder, while the branches of the tree crown pressed down on Su Hanshan.
Su Hanshan hurriedly turned around to avoid those random branches, moved to the side, and used his palm again.
However, in this gap, Leng Youming exhaled loudly, placed his feet on the ground, and his figure suddenly expanded.
He was originally tall and thin, but was actually about the same height as Su Hanshan.
Now he is suddenly more than a head taller than Su Hanshan.
Shoulders, neck, chest, waist and abdomen, limbs, Leng Youming's thin body has swollen with obvious muscles.
Just because of the changes in height and muscles, the broken tree on his shoulder was shot into the air.
The fist the size of a vinegar bowl, as fast as thunder, smashed out and collided with Su Hanshan's palm.
When Su Hanshan moved his palm, the air was moving, and the surrounding air was almost integrated with himself, working together, so the palm force was thick and surging, like a stormy sea.
But when this fist hit him, all the airflows under his control within a foot around him were shaken into chaos.
Su Hanshan's figure suddenly looked thin, and he stepped back four or five steps, digging a hole in the ground under his feet. He swept the sleeve of his left hand to his side, regained his breath, waved his palm, and stopped Leng Youming's second attack. fist.
Bang! Bang! Bang! !
The two clashed violently. One was like a powerful warrior descending into the mortal world, while the air around the other was gathering and dispersing like wild waves. Both of them forcibly restrained the tendency to retreat and faced each other head-on.
Actually, it wasn't that Su Hanshan didn't want to use exquisite moves to swim around, but after the opponent's size expanded, his pace and wingspan were much larger.
Moreover, the already inflated arm can actually be temporarily extended by several inches when it is swung out.
So much so that when Su Hanshan wanted to use some subtle changes, the opponent only had to turn sideways and sweep his arms to make up for all the flaws.
On the contrary, the most efficient strategy is to fight head-on.
This is exactly Leng Youming’s countermeasure.
There is a saying in the Buddhist scriptures: When Sakyamuni was the prince, he went out of the city one day. An elephant blocked the way. The prince took the elephant by its feet and threw it high into the sky. Three days later, the elephant fell to the ground and hit the ground. The deep ditch is now called Thousand Elephant ditch.
It was originally just a fable, used to praise the incredible power of Buddhism and extremely exaggerate the power of Buddha.
However, some Buddhist masters, after creating a martial art of throwing objects with great force, deliberately tried to figure out the Buddhist scriptures, so that the temperament of the moves was close to the charm of various movements in the Buddhist scriptures, and they directly used the "Sakyamuni Elephant Throwing Technique" For the name.
And few people know that the most mysterious part of this martial arts is not actually the strength, but the changes in body shape.
In the fable, it is said that "the prince carries the elephant's feet", which means that if a person wants to lift the elephant upside down, then the person's stature must be taller than the elephant.
After the Sakyamuni Elephant Throwing Kung Fu has been mastered, if you can also use the large Skanda pestle to practice your hands, the shadow-like legs to practice the legs, and the sick Vimalakirti Kung Fu to practice the trunk.
With one main character and three auxiliary skills, the four major skills can be combined into one to temporarily increase the body shape by more than a foot during battle.
Leng Youming knew in his heart that he had lost the opportunity because of his distraction at that moment. If he tried to compete with other moves again, he would definitely fall behind and die.
Only by dragging the young man into a tough situation with his skyrocketing physique, can he make up for his previous mistakes as much as possible.
But just as the two of them were fighting, Xiang Xiang Wu Chang was already dead over there, and Zhang Shuwei and Li Chaoyang rushed here immediately.
Zhang Shuwei was still forty steps away, already waving his hands, firing out two waves of silver needles.
Judge Right, who came from the other side, had just emerged from the forest when he encountered the first wave of silver needles coming towards him and hurriedly dodged.
The second wave of silver needles hit Leng Youming’s back.
No one would have thought that the tallest and most conspicuous figure in the woods would suddenly shrink when the silver needle flew out.
He became more than a foot shorter than the thin appearance before. He looked like a child of about thirteen or fourteen years old. Back and forth, there is a drop of more than two feet.
Those silver needles flew directly over Leng Youming's head and shot at Su Hanshan instead, forcing him to step back and grab with both hands.
At this time, Li Chaoyang broke through the wind with his sword and killed Leng Youming behind him.
Leng Youming bent down slightly and kicked Li Chaoyang's sword-holding wrist with a kick like a white horse's bright hooves. The Tianzong Sword flew away from his hand. His other kick had already kicked Li Chaoyang's waist and held him back. Kicked away.
He attacked with his back to Li Chaoyang. When he bent down, his eyes did not leave Su Hanshan.
His key point was indeed correct, because in the blink of an eye, Su Hanshan had knocked back all the silver needles in his hand.
With the presence of Cui Jun Shen, Su Hanshan was not afraid of grabbing the tip of the needle with both hands, as long as the silver needle did not touch other parts of the body, so he was extremely quick to deal with this kind of silver needle.
Leng Youming swept his sleeves, and all the silver needles hit the sleeves. Although they penetrated the fabric, they did not touch his skin. At the same time, he pushed his palms flat to meet Su Hanshan's palms.
Boom! ! ! !
The four palms faced each other, the sound was extremely dull, and a three-inch-high wave of soil rose up on the ground and spread to the surroundings.
Su Hanshan was not shaken back this time.
When he moved his palm, he used the transformation of three yin and three yang, first with strange and soft power, and then with vast and long strength.
It was this move that broke Wang Hu Tower's catkins due to wind palm.
Now that he has shown it again, both in terms of the fierceness of the power and the swiftness of the connection, it is much more tyrannical than before.
Although Leng Youming was able to withstand this change in yin and yang palm power, when the continuous internal power in the opponent's palm was passed over, he had to use his internal power to connect.
The Ten Masters are proficient in a variety of Shaolin stunts, each with different skills and characteristics. They can instantly switch between several skills on the palm of their hand to knock the opponent away.
Who would have known that this young man actually had a variety of rotating skills within his body.
Su Hanshan was not skilled enough in switching, and as he kept entangled, some of Leng Youming's skills inevitably took advantage of him, causing slight pain in his internal organs and bleeding from his mouth.
But using this method in exchange for a short deadlock is definitely worth it.
"Let me go!!"
Leng Youming's arms shook and exerted force, and he shouted angrily. He had an ominous premonition in his heart, and suddenly felt a numbness on his back.
Li Chaoyang could see clearly from behind him that at that moment, more than thirty silver needles were driven into Leng Youming's back.
Zhang Shuwei saw that those silver needles could only penetrate a little, but Leng Youming still survived. Shocked, he waved his hand twice more.
As a result, the shrunken Shijueshi had more than a hundred silver needles on his back and more than a dozen needles on the back of his head, like a shining silver hedgehog.
Leng Youming trembled all over and opened his mouth.
Su Hanshan immediately sensed that the opponent's power was sluggish, and his own internal force rushed straight in, destroying the meridians in his arms and going straight to his heart.
At the last moment, Leng Youming's eyes seemed to flash with countless complicated expressions, and he suddenly opened his mouth and screamed to the sky.
He made a roaring gesture, but no one heard any sound.
Li Chaoyang felt confused and half-knelt on the ground.
Zhang Shuwei shook his hands and dropped a large number of silver needles on the ground. He returned his hand to touch his chest. He felt short of breath and nauseous, and there were stars in his eyes.
Even the right judge, who quickly retreated when he saw something was not going well, stumbled in the forest at this time, with blood oozing from his ears.
In the woods late at night, snakes, insects, rats, ants, burrowing rabbits, and various birds in their nests were all frightened by this silent roar, and they rolled and struggled, looking extremely uncomfortable.
Su Hanshan was the closest. At this moment, he felt like he was struck by a silent thunder, and his whole body was in severe pain.
"You die!!"
The severe pain made him furious. He let out a scream in his mouth, swung his arms, passed through with two palms, and slapped Leng Youming hard on the chest. .
Two bloody palm prints burst out from Leng Youming's back, flew more than ten feet away, hit the ground, rolled several times, and suddenly stood up.
Su Hanshan pressed his head with two palms, squeezed his twitching temples with both hands, gritted his teeth, and stared hard at Leng Youming's face.
What he sees now is absurd. Leng Youming has been kneaded and stretched like a colorful dough. The surrounding woods, soil, and moonlight are all mixed together in a mess, shaking and intertwined. Makes you want to vomit.
The reality is that after Leng Youming stood up, his limbs did not move. Only his cheeks twitched. He glanced at the direction in which the right judge was escaping, then glanced at the three enemies, and then his neck froze. , after a few breaths, he fell straight down.
(End of this chapter)