Chapter 31 Broken Sword, Demonic Body!
Although the Chakravartin King has not yet gathered the thirty-two phases and developed the true golden body of the Buddha, the explosive power of this slash is still terrifying beyond ordinary people's imagination.
When the sword blade passed by, the air was like a transparent wall that was suddenly split open. After standing there for a moment, it suddenly collapsed and turned into two waves, rolling majestically towards both sides, making a violent sound of waves crashing on the shore.
Just as the fists and swords were about to clash, circles of light red air ripples swayed in front of Xu Xing's fist, layer upon layer, like cannonballs, hitting the Chakravartin King's sword.
"Huh?"
King Chakravartin's swordsmanship has already reached an advanced level, which also means that he can extend his extremely sensitive touch to the blade.
For an expert like him, being able to decapitate someone with a sword and making the cut as smooth as a mirror is not enough, because it only proves that the sword is powerful enough, fast enough, and sharp enough.
When Chakravartin uses his sword to decapitate people, he usually only uses the most appropriate force. Moreover, the depth of the wound varies from person to person, and changes with the structure of each person's organs and blood vessels.
His sword is almost as good as a cook's sword. It doesn't require any thinking. The sword's edge only needs to touch the limbs, and it will naturally produce the most appropriate changes.
It was precisely because of such a sensitive touch that the Wheel King was able to feel that what hit the edge of his sword was definitely not the air wave caused by a fist, but another stronger and more solid existence.
This is exactly what Xu Xing uses his "Extreme Skin Refining Realm" ability to evaporate sweat and blood, forming a mist-like change. It gathers and disperses invisible, combining hardness and softness. It is naturally more powerful than the aftermath of a simple air wave. I don't know how much.
Even though King Chakravartin was a great master who had experienced hundreds of battles, he could not have expected such a change in Xu Xing.
What's worse is that at this moment, his instinct to "use nothing thick to penetrate the space" has already been activated. With a twist of his wrist, the sword body adjusts to the most suitable angle for chopping according to the flow of power.
——But, this is just airflow!
As soon as Chakravartin King realized this problem, his sword had changed, and Xu Xing's fist followed him, hitting the deflected sword!
Although the blade of Chakravartin's sword is extremely thick, it is still far behind heavy weapons such as maces and hammers.
And Xu Xing's "Shooting Heavenly Wolf" attack was the pinnacle of his life. Zhu Polong's "Qiu Jin Ban Ri" would definitely not be able to withstand it.
Therefore, the result is naturally no suspense.
After an extremely clear sound, the entire sword was directly broken by Xu Xing's punch.
The half of the sword flew out with the blade attached, and with a pop, it penetrated deeply into the stone steps behind the Wheel King, as if it was not stone but a piece of extremely soft tofu.
After all, the King of Wheels was a great master in the art of swordsmanship. Even though he was caught off guard by Xu Xing's striking blow, he still did not lose his sword.
The muscles of his tiger's mouth were protruding, plump and rounded, and they shook several times, suppressing the force of the sword body. He dwarfed, and the remaining sword dragged out a dark sword light, piercing Xu Xing's chest.
When the sword thrust out, it encountered no obstacle at all. It penetrated into Xu Xing's left chest extremely easily, and blood burst out and spattered in all directions.
Chakravartin was just about to twist his wrist and turn the sword before drawing it out, causing secondary damage, but found that the opponent's muscles had been tightly tightened, like copper poured into iron, clamping his sword blade tightly.
——His chest was pierced, but he didn’t give in even half a step? !
Although he had known that this person would be difficult to deal with, King Chakravartin still did not expect that Xu Xing's fighting spirit was so firm that he was willing to take the sword first and use his body to limit his swordsmanship.
The Wheel King didn't understand Xu Xing, and the word "restriction" never appeared in his tactical arrangements.
His tactics will only be offensive!
A big hand with red skin and bulging veins stretched out from the side and tightly held Chakravartin's sword-holding wrist.
Facing the wheel-turning king who was very close at hand, Xu Xing grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth, and his eyes were cold and cold.
This young man's forehead, cheeks, and neck all had big muscles, his skin was red, even oozing with bloodshot streaks, and his face was extremely distorted.
But he's still laughing!
Smiling so warmly!
"At this distance, your sword is useless!"
The left fist was thrown out with roaring laughter.
Although King Chakravartin raised his left arm in time to block it, he did not expect that Xu Xing's punch came so quickly and left no trace.
——This is the ultimate boxing technique!
When this thought flashed through King Chakravartin's mind, his left hand had been blown up by Xu Xing, and he pressed it heavily against his head, making a deep sound like the sound of an ancient bell.
The powerful force vibrated through his bones, and even hit his head back.
Once he had the upper hand, Xu Xing was naturally unyielding. With a pull of his right hand, he pulled the Chakravartin King's body back again, and used his left arm to gather strength and strike again.
As he fought, he also moved upward.
This look is like a heavy infantryman advancing with a shield while facing a rain of arrows.
It's just that the human shield is Chakravartin.
Every time Xu Xing took a step, the stone steps under his feet would break and crack, turning out large tracts of soil.
Now Xu Xing is like an iron rhinoceros that uses its horns to gouge people and won't let go. Whenever he becomes ruthless or brutal, he doesn't care about anything but the opponent in front of him.
Xu Xing will never give up until the King of Wheels is beaten to death.
The stairs where the two men first started fighting were about thirty or forty steps away from the red-painted gate at the top. Due to the undulating mountains, these thirty or forty stone steps were quite winding and could not reach the mountain gate directly.
But Xu Xing plowed a deep ravine directly from the fighting place to the mountain gate. Any trees blocking the road were broken and toppled by the King of Wheels, smashing to the ground and stirring up countless mud.
Along the way, there were depressions and pits everywhere, as well as broken tree stumps. Rolling logs, falling rocks, and collapsed hillsides merged into one force, rushing down the mountain in a mighty manner.
When the monks following Xu Xing saw this scene, they all looked horrified and fled in all directions.
After fighting dozens of times at this arm's length, the two finally came to the red door. Xu Xing finally showed signs of exhaustion, unable to maintain the violent offensive like indiscriminate bombardment.
The Wheel-Winning King saw the opportunity and kicked Xu Xing in the lower abdomen, finally making the barbarian, who had been pressing every step since the beginning of the war, take a step back. The Wheel-Winning King also took this opportunity to break free from Xu Xing's grasp.
However, Xu Xing's reaction was not slow. He took advantage of the kick, took a step back, turned around and kicked out a "gun-piercing kick". His toes were stretched straight, making a clear cracking sound like the tip of a whip.
Although the King of Chakravartin used his right hand to block him, he was still kicked so hard that he rushed out, broke through the thick red painted door, and fell into the courtyard.
The courtyard is not large. There is a stone path in the courtyard that leads directly to the main hall. There are 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 King of Chakravartin slid out for a few feet before he slowly stopped.
His clothes were torn and his skin was exposed, as if it had been smeared with butter. It was shiny and shiny, showing a special brass color, like a gold-lacquered Buddha body walking out of a temple.
However, I'm afraid there is no such miserable Buddha in the world.
Chakravartin King's body was covered with sunken fist marks. Golden blood oozed from his eyes, corners of his mouth, and ears, and his face was distorted and swollen.
These were all injuries caused by Xu Xing's fists.
The wrist of his right hand was bent. This was Xu Xing's grabbing technique with eagle claws, and the wrist bone was crushed hard.
The most serious injury was the long and narrow tear on his chest. The flesh was rolled up, but not much blood leaked out.
This is the wound caused by Xu Xing's dragging knife.
At first, Zhu Polong's tendons were broken by this move, so it was naturally difficult for Chakravartin King to resist. But in terms of misery, Xu Xing is even better.
Xu Xing stood at the edge of the mountain road, with his black hair disheveled and a broken sword piercing his chest. His blood was flowing, dyeing his trousers a shrill red, just like a burning flame.
The handsome face that looked like it was carved out of marble was covered in blood, as if it were a thickly painted mask. The naked body was even more scarred, and even the breath contained a strong smell of blood.
But the light in his eyes was still astonishingly bright.
Just by looking at the appearance of the two people, you can tell how dangerous the offensive and defensive battle that just happened in a small space was.
Xu Xing shook his head, his black hair dancing wildly, and simply pulled out the remaining sword from his chest. This action caused the wound to burst open again, and blood gushed out.
But he didn't care about his injuries, wiped the blood on his face, looked through the red painted door, his eyes were blazing, and he said proudly:
“Friends, it’s time for us to start the second round!”
In the smoke and dust, the Chakravartin King slowly stood up.
His eyes showed a cyan color, like two pure and flawless pearls, spotless, and his voice had no fluctuation, as if he had cut off the six objects and entered the perfect state of pure nirvana.
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"The disciple of Yue Duhai, no, it's Xu Tafa, you are really amazing."
But Xu Xing's ears were filled with overlapping echoes, and shadowy illusions appeared in front of his eyes.
It was as if there were countless heavenly demons hiding in the void, echoing the words of the Chakravartin King with their demonic voices, tempting Xu Xing to voluntarily join the fist and gain supreme liberation.
In this place with the most profound Buddhist charm, the Chakravartin King actually unleashed his master's fist!
Obviously, in the life-and-death battle just now, Xu Xing was by no means the only person who made progress!
The muscles all over King Chakravartin's body are bulging, and the joints all over his body are protruding at square angles, like bone tumors, as if there is some kind of foreign body hidden under the skin.
The golden paint on his skin slowly faded away, revealing a strange color. At first glance, it turned out to be thick calluses, like scales.
This kind of physical characteristics completely violates the Buddhist Vajra Law, and can even be said to have transcended the category of human beings and entered the category of aliens.
This unimaginable body, even if it only appears in front of ordinary people, is enough to make most people frightened and confused, their limbs weak, and even lose the most basic ability to judge and act.
However, Xu Xing had no fear at all.
As a boxing master, he understands that the secret of a master's strong body is still hidden in the spirit.
The spirit of boxing that achieves the "Tao of Sincerity" can not only activate the potential of the physical body and temporarily increase explosive power, but can also truly feed the physical body and stimulate the deepest mysteries of the human body.
This is something that no amount of medicine or food can do.
In other words, boxing masters are all walking on a path that transcends the human body.
Shaolin inherits the Thirty-Two Phases of Vajra, and it can only be practiced by first developing a special fist spirit, and then combining it with secret medicines and secrets passed down for thousands of years.
However, for the Wheel King, this body does not fully match his fist spirit. If he wants to go further, he must find another way.
Therefore, he resolutely joined the inner court. Because it contains the largest number of boxing secrets in the world, as well as almost the entire collection of Wudang Mountain.
After reading all the classics and learning from the experts, the Wheel-turning King transformed his body into a shape that could perfectly adapt to the fist posture of "annihilation of all dharmas".
It is hard to say whether Chakravartin became like this because of his boxing skills, or whether it was boxing skills that transformed him into such an appearance.
But no matter what, this proves one thing.
The Chakravartin King has indeed invested everything he has into martial arts.
Just looking at this alien body made Xu Xing excited.
——With such boxing skills and martial arts, wouldn’t it be a pity if I couldn’t learn them personally? !
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.
"Okay, that's why it's worth fighting!"
Before he finished speaking, Xu Xing opened his lunge, pulled back his right fist to the limit, and once again assumed the "Shooting Sirius" posture.
The bowstring trembled, and a thunderbolt flashed!
The fist pulled out a long wave of air, crossing a long distance, tearing apart the smoke and air, and blasted in front of the Chakravartin King!
Although after a fierce battle, Xu Xing's physical strength has dropped a lot compared to when the battle began, and he cannot produce the majestic momentum of "White Rainbow Penetrating the Sun", but the "Shooting Heavenly Wolf" shot after a short period of accumulation is still powerful enough.
Before the fist really fell, the strong wind and airflow had already covered the Chakravartin King, and the ground three feet around him showed white marks, like sharp blades slashing.
If an ordinary person were exposed to it, their flesh and blood would be torn apart in an instant. However, when this punch, as sharp as gold and iron, fell on the scales of Chakravartin King, it only triggered a series of sparks and did not cause any injuries.
King Chakravartin took a step forward and opened his posture. The joints of the five fingers of his left hand were bulging, as if Buddhist beads were stuffed into the flesh. The fingertips made a hissing sound, like five shaking snake heads poking out of a cave.
There was a turbulent airflow lingering in the palm of his hand, and he bit upwards fiercely, wrapping Xu Xing's fist. For a moment, a fishy wind suddenly rose, and a loud "hissing" sound was made, like a thousand snakes spitting messages.
The fists and palms struck each other, and the Chakravartin King was shaken. The floor tiles under his feet were shattered into powder, and the soles of his feet went deep into the mud. He was three inches shorter. The floor tiles behind him undulated like waves, arched backwards, and hit the stone table enshrining the incense burner.
The stone table shook and the incense burner fell over.
Although it was difficult to catch it, Wheelrunner King still took Xu Xing's punch.
He shook his left hand, and the tendons of his arm protruded, pushing up the thick callus like scales, like swimming pythons, trying to swallow Xu Xing's fist completely.
"Snake fist strangulation?"
Xu Xing raised the corners of his mouth and gave a sinister smile.
The five fingers of his clenched fist were spread wide, and the curved fingers were like iron hooks. Their strength was even sharper than a sharp blade, like a Tianpeng slaying from a thousand feet in the air. Every time he tore at it, there was even a huge force that reached across the sky and killed everything. Vigor.
This is the Eagle Claw Kung Fu that Xu Xing is best at.
The two palms and ten fingers are constantly changing within a square inch, bringing up numerous afterimages and interpreting the tragic momentum of the life-and-death fight between the eagle and the snake.
Comparing this kind of small and sharp short fighting and grappling, the comparison is Tingjin Kung Fu.
The King of Wheels is obviously extremely confident in his Ting Jin skills, which is why he adopts this style of fighting. He has trained all the muscles in his body to the point where they can move like a snake. In terms of Ting Jin skills alone, he is indeed considered to be the best among the masters.
It is also because of this skill that he can use the sword so delicately. After releasing the sword, Chakravartin's ability to hear and feel the force is several times stronger!
However, using the muscles and collaterals to "listen to energy" was ultimately separated by the skin membrane, and his skin was covered with thick calluses like scales, which were dozens of times rougher than ordinary people's skin, adding an extra layer of obstacles.
The combination of various factors made the Chakravartin King more than a match better in this field than Xu Xing, a strong man who had cultivated to the "Extreme Skin Refining Realm" and could use hair to listen to energy.
In the first five fights, Wheelrunner King could still compete with Xu Xing with his abundant physical strength. However, the further back, the greater the pressure on him, and he was beaten back steadily.
After fighting each other for a total of sixteen times, the King of Wheels became more and more exhausted, and was forced by Xu Xing to the stone table, with his heels pressed against the bottom of the stone table, with nowhere to retreat.
However, this is also the opportunity he has been waiting for for a long time!
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