Chapter 26 Three moves, four lives! (5200)
Before Lu Zhu could react, he saw another girl in green walking from the forest holding a sword.
Her face was beautiful, her expression was awe-inspiring, and her eyes were like a deep pool of ink jade. When she saw Lu Zhu, her eyes moved like cold smoke rising over the pool.
"You haven't shaved your head yet?"
Lu Zhu heard the slight rise in Xiao Yu's voice, lowered his head and eyebrows, avoided her sight, and said:
"The opportunity for Zen has not yet arrived."
Xiaoyu raised her eyes and raised her eyebrows, and said in an unquestionable tone:
"That's it for now, let's compete with swords again."
Her eyebrows are beautiful, like distant mountains, but they are quite sharp when raised, and she has a brave and decisive swordsman style.
Lu Zhu was about to reply when he heard Xu Xing click his tongue and said helplessly:
"The four of you are Buddhists. It's okay to not understand the customs. Why are you acting so sneakily? Don't you hear it——
When the word "smell" was mentioned, Lu Zhu and Li Shizhen were shocked at the same time. Before Xu Xing spoke, they didn't feel any sign of being followed.
When the two of them turned their heads, they saw that Xu Xing's figure had disappeared from the place, leaving only a faint sigh.
The first of the four courtyards who followed Lu Zhu and Li Shizhen down the mountain was hiding in the jungle beside the mountain road.
Their breathing was quiet, their heartbeats were stagnant, and their bodies were stiff and cold, like four corpses. They did not look at Lu Zhu and the two of them, but just held their breath and listened to the sounds.
This is the secret Shaolin Kung Fu Zen Kung Fu, which can secretly collect Qi and blood into the body, just like the plants dormant underground during the winter solstice, withered and withered on the outside, but secretly full of vitality on the inside.
There are hundreds of steps between the two sides, and there are countless trees blocking them. In this case, it is difficult for even ordinary masters to find these four old monks.
Because of this, Fawei sent them to track him.
But no one could have imagined that as soon as they came off the mountain, they would be called Po Xingzang, who had mastered the Kung Zen Kungfu, and they would be unable to escape.
——Where did this great master come from?
The four leaders immediately shrank their eyes, their hairs exploded, and they felt a chill rising from the soles of their feet, reaching straight into the sky.
It seemed as if it was not a person speaking softly, but the call of Yama from the underworld, which was seducing the soul and demanding life.
The intense sense of crisis that came over them was like an invisible hand, tightly grasping the hearts of the four leaders.
Their eyes were red and shiny, and their faces were as if they were smeared with cinnabar. This is a phenomenon that occurs when Qi and blood rush to the top of their skulls in panic.
Xu Xing's last two sentiments were like the misty wind coming from beyond the sky, and it was only then that they reached everyone's ears.
"See no evil, hear no evil——"
Although these four leaders appear to be majestic, they are actually big-sword bandits who once ran rampant in Guanzhong. They have superb boxing skills, and they can support thousands of people and invade the whole place.
However, the group of thieves under their command were almost completely destroyed in the earthquake that affected five provinces in the 34th year of Jiajing, killing and injuring millions. Only four leaders managed to escape by relying on their superb boxing skills.
Fortunately, the four of them are all people with strong minds. After this change, they did not become depressed. Instead, they woke up and realized that for people like them, boxing is the foundation of their lives.
In the same year, due to a sea disaster in Southern Shaolin, Jinghua was in decline and was recruiting lay disciples to increase its momentum.
After the four people heard the news, they rushed over to seek refuge, hoping to get a glimpse of the boxing skills here.
If the temple is really empty, they plan to simply seize the abbot's throne and use it as the foundation for future uprisings.
However, before these four bandits could show their strength, they met Fawei, who had an orthodox status and cruel methods.
In front of this grand master who had single-handedly founded the Blackstone Organization and experienced long-term court struggles, their scheming methods honed in the green forest were naturally not put on the table.
Fortunately, since Fawei left the inner court, he was in urgent need of masters at the level of great boxers to work for him. Therefore, he did not embarrass these four people. Instead, he made them the first ones and granted them Ku Chan.
Therefore, these four old monks are just looking at aging, but in fact they have not passed the age of knowing their destiny.
At this moment, the power of Ku Chan was reversed, and the blood energy of the four people became even more vigorous and fierce. The wild and domineering ferocity that had invaded one party in the past seemed to come to life again at this moment.
They must join forces as four people to fight Xu Xing!
Four unusually strong sounds of energy resounded from all directions, and the air exploded like a barrage of cannons.
The sky was filled with violent howls and roars, mud was flying in all directions, and trees were broken and rolled up. Four streams of smoke and dust were seen rising high, like four long dragons raising their heads angrily, trying to devour Xu Xing completely.
Facing the four-person attack, Xu Xing's face and expression did not change at all.
No matter how well the Ku Chan of these four great bandits was practiced, they could not hide their perception of the extreme realm of skin refining and their mental state of being about to "fist into the void".
The only thing that surprised him was that these four old monks, who were between life and death, did not flee in all directions. Instead, they were able to break through the demonic barrier and join forces to attack.
At this moment, Xu Xing understood that these four old monks were by no means ordinary people, but senior boxers with real experience and the ability to control their hearts.
The heroes of the world are like the crucian carp crossing the river, they should not be underestimated.
The wonderful thing about the dry Zen method is that when the practitioner collects Qi and blood, he can not only hide his vitality, but at the moment of release, he can also explode with a violent power that is several times stronger than normal.
This method is similar to Heavenly Fa Jin. Although it is life-threatening, once it is used, it will take at least several months of cultivation to restore the old outlook. However, it is also the best fighting method in the world.
Now that the four major bandits are using the Ku Chan method to explode their energy and blood at the same time, and attack together, even Xu Xing has to treat them with caution.
The first one to reach Xu Xing was the skinny old monk.
He was like a lonely ghost floating across the snowy sky. In a flash, he had already jumped two or three feet away on the well-repaired stone steps of the mountain road.
There was no smoke or dust on the stone steps, and there was only a deeply sunken footprint, which showed how powerful the man was.
The method of boxing emphasizes that steps should be like walking through mud, which means that the steps should be light when lifting and the landing should be steady. Imagine that you are walking in the mud, be careful and use your strength without revealing it, so that the mud and water will not splash.
This old monk's mud step has been practiced to the point where he can turn solid rocks into soft mud.
Only if the force is heavy enough, fierce enough, and powerful enough, can the stone be squeezed into this state before it breaks.
His face was like a jujube, his blood was rising, his arms were as black as ink, and glowed with a sharp light like cold iron frost blades. His muscles and bones trembled, and he slashed at Xu Xing head-on, with the majestic sound of swords blaring all around him.
Xu Xing even smelled a strong smell rolling in, like the smell of steel being melted and forged.
——This doesn’t look like an arm at all, it’s just like a freshly made iron sword!
Mud walking is a skill that the old monk learned from the Wheel King after entering Southern Shaolin.
And this hand-picking knife was his unique skill when he was in Zonghengguanzhong.
The old monk's personal weapon back then was a thick-backed broadsword made of pig iron that weighed fifty kilograms. During a battle on the battlefield, with just one shake, any heavy weapon could be shaken open.
If it hits a flesh and blood body, it will immediately fall into pieces. Even if it is covered with iron armor, it will end up being shattered.
When the skinny old monk was roaming the pass, countless officers, soldiers and cavalry were killed by his sword. They came and fell, and their horses fell on each other, without exception.
Although there is no knife in his hand now, with the blessing of the kung fu on his feet during this mud step, and the burst of energy and blood from Ku Chan, the power of the skinny old monk's combined slash is even greater than before.
But no matter how fast he is, how can he be faster than Xu Xing?
When it comes to the speed of movement, he is proficient in the Dapeng Mingwang Boxing, and he has understood the changes of dragon and snake from the Sanfeng Blood Sutra. Even among the masters, he is almost unrivaled.
The old monk was still in mid-air, and Xu Xing came to him like a water snake flying 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, then to his shoulders, back, elbows, and wrists.
The force was superimposed layer by layer, like gunpowder exploding in the barrel, prompting Xu Xing's clenched right fist to suddenly protrude and hit the old monk's chest and abdomen.
Mian Zhangquan·Wo Xin Pao!
It can be seen that after this punch, the soles of Xu Xing's feet sank into the soft mud in the forest, and his heels piled up mounds of soil several inches high, as if he was suffering the terrible impact of the artillery bombardment. Recoil.
For the skinny old monk who faced this punch, this punch was not only a powerful cannon, it was like a mighty mountain!
He felt that his mouth and nose were enveloped by the violent airflow, and his whole body seemed to be trapped in the whirlpool of the waves. His eyes were pitch black and he couldn't even breathe out.
The ears could only hear a rumble, a violent sound like the sky falling, the earth shaking, and the mountains shaking.
The old monk couldn't see or hear, so he was hit by the punch immediately.
puff!
Blood spurted out from his mouth, and the muscles and bones all over his body shook violently, falling apart and cracking piece by piece. The big tendons also cracked one by one, making a snapping sound.
The old monk's whole body shot out and crashed into the mountain road he came from at a faster speed than when he came. After an earth-shaking loud noise, smoke and dust flew everywhere, and large slabs of stone rolled out of the mountain road, as if they had been shoveled 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, and it fit tightly without any gaps.
Even though the other three were also big bandits running rampant, they had never seen such a cruel scene.
But at this time, they were completely focused on their boxing skills and had no energy left to express their feelings.
Without missing a beat, just when Xu Xing punched the skinny old monk with his right hand, the other two monks, who came a little slower, also attacked Xu Xing's side, one from the left and one from the right, and shot at the same time.
Both of them were horse bandits, their legs were slightly bowed, and their shoulders were thick and strong. They were obviously used to riding the saddle and had mastered the horse-shaped pile skills into their bones.
Although only speaking of swordsmanship and martial arts, the two of them were not as good as the skinny old monk who was the first to attack, but the brutal ferocity they possessed in galloping horses and cutting heads like grass was even better than that of the old monk.
Although the two of them were not riding horses at this time, they stepped forward step by step, flipped their hooves and opened their palms, and bombarded with their fists, still creating the ferocious energy of galloping horses, galloping thousands of miles.
From this angle, it is indeed difficult for Xu Xing to change his moves. This is the danger of siege.
Against a great boxer, the Grandmaster can win quickly and even kill him with one blow.
But if you are facing three or four great boxers at the same time, even if you are a master, you cannot be unscrupulous.
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Unless he has a body like Zhu Polong's, which is extremely tough with "curved ribs and ribs", no matter how hard the Grandmaster's body is, he is still a mortal body.
Even if your spirit and perception are sharp enough, you will inevitably miss something when faced with attacks from all directions. If you are not hit in the right place, the outcome will be difficult to predict.
Fortunately, Xu Xing's "Extreme Skin Refining Realm" is used for defense. Although it is not as good as Zhu Polong's "Qiu ribs and ribs" body, it is still rare in the world.
When the power of the fist was about to hit, Xu Xing took a deep breath. His flawless white jade skin tightened and his pores were closed. The breath penetrated the internal organs, rolled back and forth on his body, and stirred up the fascia all over his body.
The two bandits felt as if they had been hit by a big, round leather ball covered in grease. Their hands were slippery, their fists were intertwined, and they involuntarily deviated from the target.
In the state of Ku Chan's explosion, the intensity of the two people's energy was indeed extraordinary. Even Xu Xing had to inflate his skin to resist.
But this also leads to a problem, that is, once they miss, it is difficult for them to use their past experience to stabilize their body shape, and they can't help but stagger slightly.
Although both of them were veteran warriors who had been in battle for a long time, and had practiced the extremely heavy horse-shaped stakes, they could sink their bodies and stabilize their center of gravity in less than half a breath.
But who is Xu Xing?
After achieving the ultimate level of skin refining, Xu Xing is at the forefront in terms of his ability to seize opportunities and grasp the situation of the battle, even among the masters in the world.
To him, this flaw was as conspicuous as the sun in the sky.
With the strength of the two fists, Xu Xing spun his body, put the soles of his back feet on the ground, put a little more force on his five toes, and slid back three feet very elegantly, as if he was stepping on a piece of thin ice.
Just as the three of them passed each other and their bodies intertwined, Xu Xing had already seized this fleeting opportunity and raised both hands.
While he was retracting and retracting, the throats and cervical vertebrae of the two Malaysian bandits had been severed by his refined eagle claw skills.
Two heads flew up, and a gorgeous blood flower bloomed from the neck.
Because Xu Xing took action too quickly, neither of them realized that they were dead. The expressions on the two heads were still frozen at the moment of fierce fighting, with angry faces and eyes fixed on one point.
Such ferocious and vicious appearance would scare ordinary people to death, but they still died after all.
In just one moment, Xu Xing killed three of the four great boxers who participated in the siege!
As soon as Xu Xing retreated, the tall monk with white beard and hair and wearing white robes fell from the sky.
With one punch, Xu Xing's foothold had been completely collapsed, and a huge circular depression appeared. Earth and gravel were scattered in all directions, like dust rising in the desert.
The white-clothed monk was immersed in the stillness of silence at this time. He was not affected by the death of his companions in the battle. He fixed his eyes on Xu Xing, kicked the ground with his soles, shook his feet and exerted his energy, and chased after him.
The tall monk knew that Xu Xing would definitely need time to breathe if he killed three people in a row. If he couldn't kill this terrifying enemy in one go, he would definitely die.
Under the stimulation of life and death, the tall monk exerted his strength to the limit, and the corners of his eyes burst open, and two streams of blood oozed out, like small winding snakes hanging on his cheeks.
The muscles in his legs were stretched, as thick as an elephant's legs, and the loose monk trousers were torn apart. However, his body felt like he was flying through space, and the monk's robes made a crackling and explosive sound.
This is the most famous movement in Shaolin boxing, Xiangxiang Crossing the River!
With each step of his steps, he interpreted the word "heavy weight with lightness" vividly. With just one step, he caught up to Xu Xing's head.
His eyes bulged and his heart bulged. He had obviously pushed his strength to the extreme and exhaled loudly.
A muffled roar was like a thunderbolt on a dry day, exploding in the air, and the air flow swept through the forest like a storm, blowing up countless dust.
The figure in white clothes crosses the river like a fragrant elephant, crossing the river, and in his hand is the simplest and most profound mind-controlling fist in Shaolin all the way from north to south.
Xin Yi Ba, also known as the hoe, is known as "practicing one hand with one heart and one mind". It is the mother boxing of Shaolin, with ever-changing and magical functions.
Among the four bandits, only this man in white used the most authentic Shaolin boxing technique even in this most critical life and death situation.
But Xu Xing could not experience any artistic conception derived from Buddhist boxing. Instead, he felt an extremely violent and grand momentum.
If we say that the grandmaster's boxing power he derived from Dapeng Mingwang is to cover up the clouds and block out the sun, and to mix up the blue sky.
The power of this fist is to tear the earth apart, cut across the mountains, causing the world to collapse and collapse, turning it into ruins, causing all life to be devastated and displaced.
This is exactly the spirit of boxing that was bred from the great earthquake in the 34th year of Jiajing.
This disaster affected the five provinces of Shaanxi, Gansu, Ningxia, Shanxi, and Henan. Millions of people died. In terms of tragedy, it can be called the most tragic in ancient and modern times.
The court was slow to provide disaster relief, and even these four bandits had to fend for themselves.
Wild beasts, torrents, and aftershocks are all obstacles along the way, but the most brutal ones are 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, surging forward, and even with their great boxer skills, they almost fell in.
Although the other three survived, they kept secret about their experience and did not want to look back.
Only this man in white with the highest talent and talent had some vague insights from natural and man-made disasters, but he still couldn't figure out the way.
The reason why King Chakravartin, who had regained his title, was willing to keep these four great bandits was largely because he saw in this man in white the possibility of breaking through to become a master.
——A grandmaster is rare after all. Since he once accepted the rope for this, he will naturally not miss this person.
It's a pity that after practicing in Southern Shaolin for several years, although the big bandit in white has learned a superb set of Shaolin boxing techniques, he has never been able to pierce the window paper.
Now that he finally survived that disaster and had a path to becoming a master, the white-clothed bandit was naturally unwilling to do so, because his quick success cut off his path to advancement.
Therefore, he almost never used this kind of punch with all his strength.
Until - right now!
Under the strong pressure of death brought by Xu Xing, the bandit in white did not dare to hold back at all.
The black hole made of fear and despair swallowed up all his thoughts, but on the contrary, it allowed this man who was greedy for life and afraid of death to perform at a level of 120%.
Such a tragic disaster can naturally give birth to earth-shattering punches.
In terms of power alone, this punch is truly at the level of a master.
After breaking through the barrier that had troubled him for several years, the white-clothed bandit heard a sigh of regret before he had time to express his emotions and rejoice.
"It's a pity that you are not a master after all."
With a sigh, Xu Xing clasped the fingers of his right hand into claws and caught the hand of the white-robed bandit.
Xu Xing pawed down, and the entire arm immediately turned into a ball of red and white mud from his fingers to his shoulders.
This kind of scene is five times more terrifying and seven times more tragic than breaking bones and tendons!
The man in white didn't even feel the pain, and Xu Xing's eagle claws touched his chest again.
With a slight dig, a hole of flesh and blood was found in the iron-like sternum, and the beating heart was completely ruptured.
Blood rained all over the sky, and fishy smell splattered everywhere!
Within three moves, all four leaders were wiped out!
(End of chapter)