Chapter 29: Shoot random arrows at Sirius! (6600)
Due to its heavy weight, this incense burner has been standing here almost since the martial arts arena was built and has never been moved.
Therefore, even though these monks lived with the incense burner day and night, they did not realize how terrifying this thing could be if used as a weapon.
But after all, Xu Xing is a master with rich combat experience and extremely good at using the environment to fight.
Therefore, as soon as he walked into the martial arts arena, he noticed this extremely conspicuous incense burner.
And ever since he reached the extreme level of skin refining and could breathe through his skin, Xu Xing has become extremely sensitive to smells.
As soon as he stepped onto the stone steps, he smelled this exciting and strange fragrance that could stimulate human body functions and senses.
Long before the war started, Xu Xing had planned to knock over the incense burner to prevent the medicine from burning and break the monks' fearless state of excitement.
Moreover, in his hands, this extremely heavy incense burner was simply a natural weapon designed for slaughter.
Thousands of kilograms of incense burners, charging violently at such a short distance, overturning and crushing them, who can resist it?
Not to mention using your body to resist, even if you just witness this shocking scene and feel the terrifying oppression and destructive power, ordinary people will probably be scared to death.
With a loud bang, the incense burner fell to the ground, and the nearest monks were crushed into a pulp without even humming.
The incense burner collided violently with the ground, stirring up countless dust. The incense ashes were mixed with the smoke and rolled in all directions. Stone fragments and copper furnace remnants flew everywhere, shooting out like powerful arrows.
The remaining monks who were not directly hit were also hit by these fragments. They were bleeding profusely and their robes were torn.
The words "gloomy and disgraceful" are not enough to describe them. They were just like corpses that had just been dug out of the soil. They were in extremely miserable condition.
Although these people's bodies have not directly lost their combat effectiveness, their minds have been completely frightened by the scene just now.
Therefore, they just stayed in place, their eyes were dull, their upper and lower teeth kept clashing, their two bodies were fighting, and they didn't dare to move even once.
This is probably what the so-called walking dead is like.
In the smoke, another figure jumped out, it was Xu Xing who had just kicked the incense burner away.
Although he had killed more than ten or twenty warrior monks in the time between the rabbit and the falcon, which could be said to be unparalleled in power, Xu Xing's condition could not be said to be good.
The overlapping realms of heavenly demons seem to be nourished by flesh and blood, becoming more real and terrifying.
Xu Xing felt a strong fishy smell in his mouth and nose, and a surging sea of blood suddenly appeared between heaven and earth. Evil ghosts and gods were riding on the fishy wind, controlling the bloody rain, and suddenly pounced on him with the huge waves of blood.
Even Xu Xing's tenacity was affected and he was in a daze for a moment.
In just a moment, dozens more gray figures were seen speeding towards the mountain gate on the stone steps behind the martial arts arena.
These people are basically lay disciples who came with martial arts masters. Their boxing skills have already entered the hall. They do not need to practice uniformly in the martial arts arena. Instead, they are distributed throughout Shaolin and practice alone.
That's why they came so quickly.
Before he even got close, the leading monk could smell the strong smell of blood. When he looked up, he saw corpses strewn all over the field and the ground was in a mess. He felt a chill coming straight to the sky.
In addition to being angry, he was even more frightened.
Although he was not as good as those four leaders, who once led thousands of people to plunder a place, he was still a strong man in the green forest. He frequently committed robberies, murders and arson. His hands were full of blood and he thought he was very courageous.
But now when he first saw Xu Xing's technique, the great monk was still shocked, and a layer of dense goosebumps exploded on his skin.
The dozens of people behind him were also shocked. Seeing this scene, they were speechless and looked horrified.
But after all, the gray-robed monk was a great boxer who had completed a physical training session. After just looking at Xu Xing's expression, he realized that this murderous man was not in the right state right now.
Without thinking, the great monk jumped up, picked up the weapon in his hand, and smashed it down on Xu Xing's head.
What he held in his hand was a water-milled eight-edged mace. It was cast from one piece of pig iron and weighed 48 kilograms. It was a heavy weapon specially used by famous generals in ancient times. With one full blow, it was enough to turn big rocks into powder. It must be extremely powerful.
Even a soldier wearing iron armor would definitely not be able to withstand such a heavy blow, let alone a mortal body?
The friction between the iron whip and the air was unbearably hot, releasing a scorching iron smell that seemed to be wrapped in the burning wind and flames, hitting the top of Xu Xing's head.
A long black light stretched out between the two people, and the air flow exploded in succession. From this distance, the great monk could clearly see the struggling look on Xu Xing's face.
He didn't have time to be happy, Xu Xing suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were clear, not at all confused, but full of understanding.
Facing the big mace coming at him, Xu Xing's eyes were lively and bright, and he did not dodge or dodge. He slowly raised his hands like holding lotus flowers.
The two arms were obviously moving very fast, but in the eyes of the great monk, they felt incredibly slow, as if they were pushing an extremely solid mountain.
He could even clearly see Xu Xing's flawless white jade skin, every trembling and protruding vein, and every tightening muscle.
The great monk knew that this was not really slow, but because Xu Xing's power was too powerful and heavy, which gave people this feeling.
Bang!
As soon as this punch came out, Xu Xing felt that all the delusions surrounding him were somewhat dispersed. He suddenly felt heroic in his chest and chanted in a long voice:
"Can hold a carved bow like the full moon——"
The first punch was thrown, and the great monk's most powerful blow, which was about to fall, was stopped abruptly by Xu Xing.
He fell to the ground, his legs slightly bent, and the right hand holding the mace was shaken by the blow.
The great monk's eyes were sharp, and he was about to raise his mace and strike again, when he saw the shadow of his fist coming like a mountain, overwhelming the sky and the earth.
Xu Xing clenched his fist, and the edge of the fist caught the strong wind. The force was stronger than the arrow, and he hit the mace continuously, causing the air to burst and explode.
The great monk's pile skills were extremely good. After landing, his heels dug deeply into the stone ground, like a copper wall and an iron wall, unshakable.
However, Xu Xing's fists made him move backwards continuously. It could be seen that two sunken ravines were being plowed out under the great monk's feet.
In this situation, Xu Xing is like pushing a fortified iron mountain, moving forward firmly. Although it is a little slow, he is unwavering and unswerving.
The fist and the mace collided continuously, and the dull and thick collision sounds were connected together, but they still could not cover up Xu Xing's proud voice.
"Looking northwest——"
The great monk felt that he was not facing one person, but thousands of troops firing volleys of bows at the same time. The powerful arrows were clustered like a heavy rain, and the sharp energy roared, tearing the air, and covering him endlessly.
This is exactly the secret move in Yue Jia Sanshou, shooting with random arrows.
This move is to imagine the artistic conception of archers in the army firing a volley. The torso is used as the bow tendons as the strings, and the arms are used as arrows, and they are fired in a series. Not only is it powerful, but it also has the killing aura of an iron horse. , can be breathtaking.
If one's body cannot be trained to the point where it is covered with copper skin and iron bones covered with steel bars, it will definitely not be able to unleash such a majestic blow.
After several consecutive blows, the mace was completely distorted by Xu Xing's extremely fierce and powerful "Arrow Strike", and there were several deep and clear fist marks on the mace's body.
This great monk is indeed a rare master. Even in this situation, he still holds his mace tightly. This is also the instinct of a strong person who uses heavy weapons.
But the consequence of this instinct was that his entire right palm was shaken back with such fierce force that the tiger's mouth was torn apart, the flesh and blood were blurred, and the bones were exposed.
"Taking the mace with his bare hands, this man's boxing skills are really terrifying!"
The great monk was very clear-headed, knowing that if he relaxed even a little, he would be beaten to death by Xu Xing on the spot!
After fighting for more than a dozen times, the two of them had moved from the center of the square to the foot of the statue of the Heavenly King in the west.
Along the way, no one could stop Xu Xing, allowing the vicious man to cut through the crowd and create a smooth, straight road.
With this majestic-looking statue on his back, holding a vajra pestle and glaring with anger, the aggrieved and frightened monk finally became ferocious.
——The worst case is death!
The muscles in his cheeks twitched and twisted into a ferocious Yaksha look. He raised the mace in his hand with all his strength, intending to fight Xu Xing to the death!
The handle of the mace rubbed violently against the metacarpal bone, making a tooth-piercing squeaking sound and spreading a circle of blood mist.
Xu Xing could feel that the Buddhist boxing spirit scattered around him had been inspired by this man's courageous intention and blessed his body.
In his eyes, the great monk has transformed into a majestic god general wearing armor, with eyes like copper bells and holding a golden mace, trying to cleanse the world of evil spirits and evil atmosphere.
It was this momentum that aroused the high-spirited spirit in Xu Xing's chest, like a roc spreading its wings and hating the sky.
He was unafraid, his eyes were as bright as torches, and the twelve straight tendons that penetrated his body protruded from the surface and violently collapsed. Even other small tendons and fascia were affected, and explosions were heard one after another.
The random arrow attack is originally a boxing technique for muscle training. It can activate several big tendons and explode into a series of arrow-like attacks. It is considered to be an entry into the palace, and it cannot be done except by a great boxer.
Like Xu Xing, which not only shakes the twelve main tendons, but also affects the whole body, it is the highest state of "thousands of arrows shooting together".
But Xu Xing was not satisfied with this power. He tightened his extremely tough skin and trapped the strong vibration in his body, so that it could not be vented directly, but concentrated at the edge of his fist.
Xu Xing laughed loudly and punched out!
"Shoot Sirius!"
With a punch, the air was no longer surging like a tide, but was completely penetrated, and the screams were long and sharp. The monks around who wanted to intervene only felt that their eyes went dark, their eardrums were ruptured, and blood oozed out.
If the "shooting with random arrows" just now was like thousands of arrows shooting out in unison, overwhelming the sky, then Xu Xing's last punch of "shooting the wolf" was like a golden crow falling down and a rainbow piercing the sun.
——This is the brand new boxing move he created based on the method of shooting with random arrows and the ability of extreme skin refining!
With a click, the mace broke, and the great monk's right hand exploded to pieces, and he could no longer hold the handle of the mace.
Before the broken mace hit the ground, it was kicked by Xu Xing, flew back, and penetrated the great monk's chest.
The force of the iron mace continued unabated, dragging the great monk's body backwards and sliding, leaving two bloody traces on the ground. Finally, it was heavily nailed to the thick left leg of the stone statue of the Heavenly King. The blood meandered like a stream, flowing slowly. .
When Xu Xing punched out, not only the great monk's mace was shattered, but even the illusions of gods and demons in the delusion state seemed to be captured by his power, and they did not dare to attack him for a moment.
Seeing this scene, Xu Xing seemed to have been relieved of a huge burden, and laughed loudly. His laughter was powerful, deafening, and echoed in the empty valley, reaching to the sky and beyond.
No matter what gods, Buddhas and monsters are, they are just a group of people who bully the weak and fear the strong!
After realizing this, even though he was injured and injured, fighting against countless masters in Southern Shaolin, and with the remaining boxing spirit of the past masters, Xu Xing felt no burden in his heart, only an indescribable sense of joy.
At this moment, Xu Xing felt that the handwriting of the Sanfeng Blood Meridian that had been engraved in his mind became clear, and many insights arose at once.
Xu Xing was excited to kill, so he simply tore off the tattered blood-stained green shirt, revealing his upper body with almost perfect lines. The muscles were firm and tight, smooth and round, and the skin was fair and delicate.
He looked like a statue carved from suet-fat jade, and he had an extremely strong aura of life that a statue could never possess.
Xu Xing ignored the monks who were gradually showing signs of shrinking, and just raised his head and looked at the dozens of gray-clothed masters on the stone steps. Feeling the extremely strong murderous and bandit spirit in this group of people, Xu Xing couldn't help but shook his head and sighed:
“Although it has been swept for a week, the temple is still full of fishy smell.”
Now he was really curious as to what method the master who was hiding here used to train these people to look like this.
Thinking about the medicine burning in the big incense burner just now, Xu Xing was really doubtful. Could it be that such a large Southern Shaolin has really become a den of thieves?
At this moment, behind Xu Xing, there suddenly came an extremely subtle clicking sound.
Xu Xing turned his head and raised his eyebrows. He saw that the left leg of the statue, together with the body of the great monk, exploded from the front as if it had been hit by a cannonball.
Driven by this terrifying force, the stone fragments wrapped in the flesh, flesh, and bones that had rotted into mud and were mixed together, flew towards Xu Xing, covering his whole body.
If they are hit by these fragments, even the physically strong monks in the martial arts field will be punched with bloody holes. Those who are less lucky may die on the spot.
Xu Xingyuan relaxed his arms lightly, and with just a slight movement, the sweat all over his body evaporated into mist. The white mist rolled violently, forming layers of strong wind airflow, pushing away all the incoming debris.
But these deadly attacks were just the aftermath.
The real offensive was a heavy hammer that violently struck from behind the collapsed statue.
The air flow was wrapped in smoke and dust, entangled around the hammer head, and surged wildly, and the flesh and blood residue floating in the air also moved with it.
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Like a red-scaled dragon, it opened its bloody mouth, dripping fishy saliva, trying to swallow Xu Xing's entire body.
The hammer struck down, giving people a strong impact on sight, hearing, and smell at the same time.
If this kind of hammering technique is used properly, even an iron mountain will be smashed to pieces.
Moreover, the man in the dark made extremely accurate calculations, showing extremely sophisticated combat wisdom.
As soon as he made a move, he smashed the left leg of the statue, causing the entire statue to topple forward, and smashed it down with the momentum of a landslide.
Such a gesture was even more grand than Xu Xing's just hitting someone with an incense burner.
The person who carried out the assassination actually put his own life on the line.
If Xu Xing could not be killed with a hammer, then he himself would be smashed into a pulp by the falling stone statue.
Because of this, this hammer also carries a decisive meaning of success or failure.
This is undoubtedly the most ferocious and decisive assassination method. It has the fierce demeanor of a strong man who stabbed Qin Yu Bolangsha and threw a mallet to break the car.
Carrying the vertebrae in the sand, Bolang walked away, bumping into a jade bucket in front of the Hongmen tent!
Even Xu Xing, who had just used his fists to break the mace, could never forcefully receive such a violent and heavy blow again.
In terms of power alone, this hammer is comparable to Zhu Polong's Dragon Fist. Once a master uses a heavy weapon, the lethality will increase nine times or even ten times!
There is a sledgehammer in front of him, and there is a statue of a god being smashed down on it. This is almost a sure-fire situation.
But this killer misjudged one thing.
That's Xu Xing's speed!
Xu Xing didn't touch the ground with his heels at all, he just grabbed the ground with ten toes, and with a flick of his spine, he was like a water snake scurrying out of the grass, rushing to the assassin's side before the sledgehammer fell.
When the assassin saw Xu Xing facing the great monk's mace, he did not dodge or dodge, and only used his bare hands, so he thought that he was a master who was not good at body skills, only specialized in physical training, and was good at frontal attacks, so he Design such a killing situation.
But he didn't expect that Xu Xing's powerful weapon just now was just to use this momentum to disperse the demonic realm lingering in the sea of consciousness.
In fact, Xu Xing's most outstanding trait at the master level, apart from his perception, is his speed.
A single step would put this skilled assassin into a certain death situation.
Being at such a distance and using a heavy weapon like a hammer, it was naturally difficult for him to change his moves. He could only watch Xu Xing take action.
Xu Xing himself was an expert in the use of heavy weapons. How could he not know this man's predicament, so he immediately seized the opportunity and used heavy weapons in succession.
He formed an eagle's claw with his right hand, first crushed the man's wrist that was holding the hammer handle to pieces, then rolled down, rotated his body to the left, and struck out with his left palm that was pressing his abdomen.
Xu Xing exerted his strength with his left palm, and his palms were wrapped with green veins, as big as cattail leaf fans. They were green and black, and with the force of wind and thunder, they lightly printed on the man's chest, leaving a clear and deeply sunken palm print.
Blood spurted out from the hammer master's mouth, and the hammer in his right hand fell to the ground. His whole body flew out and hit half of the left leg of the statue of the King of Heaven.
There was a loud explosion, and the remains of the only standing statue collided violently with the man's body, shattering into pieces that filled the sky, and collapsed completely.
At this time, the entire statue of the Heavenly King was completely destroyed.
After beating the man to death, Xu Xing crushed the man with the sole of his foot, twisted and collapsed his calf tendons, stretched out his hands, bulged his back muscles, flapped his shoulder blades like wings, and moved 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 person 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 who would shake the world or even turn the world upside down as soon as he made a move, when this person used his sword, it was almost silent.
This sword was neither fast nor slow, and the blade was wrapped in black cloth. It didn't even make the slightest sound, making it extremely concealed.
His body completely overlapped with the shadow of the collapsed statue, like a ghost returning from the underworld.
But such a perfect sword pierced the air? !
The assassin was filled with disbelief.
He and the expert hammer wielder were both Blackstone elders who followed Fawei and left the inner court.
Although neither of them has become a master, they have always cooperated perfectly with each other in every movement and movement, with each blow and sword. Even the peak boxer who has trained four times has killed more than one.
In the past years in the Blackstone Organization, the Drama Master was the half-step master. Although he was the nominal second-in-command with a domineering and arrogant style, he was always extremely jealous of these two people and did not dare to say a single harsh word. talk.
Just because he knew the rope clearly, if he really faced these two people, even with his boxing skills, he would definitely be destined to die.
In fact, in the view of the leader of the Black Stone, Chakravartin, these two people, although due to their personal experiences and ambitions, were unable to gather their fist strength to attack the Grandmaster.
But if they can arrange it in advance, seize the right time and place, and join forces to assassinate, they can even threaten the grandmaster's life.
They have rehearsed this type of combined attack first, with the sledgehammer master attacking from the front, creating a fierce momentum and oppressing the opponent's mind, and then the sword-wielding assassin secretly attacking them, and they have never failed.
Generally speaking, even if there is a master who can withstand the fierce and domineering sledgehammer, he will never be able to prevent the assassination of the dark sword that follows.
Moreover, this assassin also practiced the dry Zen taught by Chakravartin King, and before taking action, all the vitality and blood were stored up.
Since he has been practicing for a longer period of time, his Kuzen Kungfu is even more advanced than those of the four leaders. Once he holds his breath and concentrates, not even the slightest breath will be released.
But the swordsman didn't expect that he would encounter such a monster today. He could use pure and extreme speed to force the two of them to cooperate seamlessly and create flaws that shouldn't be there.
This person was even able to separate his mind in such a dangerous situation, observe the surroundings, and accurately capture his own traces!
Even for a master, such speed and perception are really amazing!
Only a short period of time passed from the time when the master knocked down the statue, to when Xu Xing went on a rampage to kill, and then when the assassin used his sword to assassinate him. It was only at this moment that the majestic stone statue truly fell to the ground.
The moment the statue touched the ground, it crushed and shattered the flat ground inch by inch, and then suddenly dented and collapsed.
The sound soared into the sky, almost shaking the entire martial arts arena. Stone powder residue and dust were mixed together, forming a thick and dense cloud of smoke, which fiercely rushed towards the surroundings like a giant beast.
In the smoke and dust, the assassin in black had just avoided the aftermath of the stone statue falling to the ground when he heard a question coming from behind. Even if he didn't look back, he could still imagine the curious look on the man's face.
"Are you from Blackstone?"
The hair on his body stood up, and goosebumps appeared on his back. With a twist of his wrist, the long sword shook open the black cloth, revealing the bright blue blade, which pierced towards the source of the sound.
Xu Xing understood the identity of the man in black as soon as he saw Wudang Gang's palm shaking the sword, and he didn't want to ask any more questions. He raised his right hand and stabbed directly at his neck.
With Xu Xing's current skill, he could twist even a solid iron pillar into a twist with his right hand, let alone a human neck?
With a click, the black-clothed assassin's neck was twisted to pieces, and his head suddenly rose into the sky with a streak of blood. When he fell to the ground, his body was still standing.
——Even the people from Black Stone are lurking in Southern Shaolin?
When he thought of the leader of Black Stone calling himself King of Wheels, Xu Xing seemed to understand something. He gave a thumbs up, wiped the corners of his mouth, and smiled ferociously.
——
The moment he saw Xu Xing's big flag, Mingshan, who was walking down the mountain, realized who the person was. He turned around and ran back without any hesitation.
Mingshan knew very well that facing this strong man who could injure Zhu Polong, even if there were many masters in Southern Shaolin, only his master could resist him.
Thinking of this, he ran harder and harder. When he had just crossed the mountain gate and arrived at the entrance of the Main Hall, Dharma Fear had already arrived from the back mountain.
This abbot, who has always been calm and self-reliant, is now holding a sheathed sword in his hand. Although the murderous intention is not triggered, it is still frightening.
When Mingshan saw his master looking like this, he immediately knelt down.
Fawei raised his sword at an angle, frowned, and asked:
"Who is coming?"
Although Fawei's tone was calm, Mingshan could hear a strong anger like an undercurrent.
Fawei was indeed very angry.
You know, before he took over as host, Southern Shaolin had stood in the southeast for nearly a thousand years, and had never been invaded like this before.
Why, do you think this wheel-turning king of mine is easy to bully?
As soon as Mingshan saw the fear of Dharma, he suddenly fell to the ground and trembled:
"Master, what's coming is that Xu Tafa!"
"Huh?"
At this moment, both of them heard the violent vibrations coming from the martial arts arena, as well as the bursts of high-pitched laughter.
"Come again! Come again! Come again!"
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