First-class masters practice their Qi to become steel, and when they move their hands and feet, their True Qi surges with them. Even if they face thousands of arrows and iron cavalry collisions alone, they can remain unscathed. As long as their True Qi does not dissipate, their bodies are even stronger than meteorite iron falling from the sky.

Even harder.

However, when fighting against opponents whose realms are similar to each other, few people will choose to catch the opponent's weapons with bare hands, and more will choose to use dexterous moves to block and deflect the weapons.

Because between opponents of the same level, it is difficult to open a fixed gap in the strength of the internal energy of the Qi. The use of some special moves and emotional fluctuations will cause a short-term increase in the Qi that seems to have exerted all its strength.

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If you take the enemy's weapon with your bare hands, maybe in the first move, your internal strength is one point better than the opponent's, and you can successfully push the opponent back. However, in the second move, if you exert force hastily, the opponent may use a special move, which may push back the internal force.

Beat you by one point.

At that time, the skin is in direct contact with the weapon, and there is no time to react. The flesh and blood will be cut open, the bones will be broken, and you will lose the chance to make a comeback.

But today Prince Meng did not think about these things.

His right hand was still pressing Han Wengong's gun shaft. When he saw the stick and knife coming, he reached out with his left hand and grabbed the bamboo stick. He raised his right foot and kicked the blade directly.

Bang!!!

The three internal forces of the gun, stick, and knife pushed his body back violently, but his hands pulled and twisted together, intertwining the gun shaft and the bamboo stick, and the contact section in the middle was twisted like a twist.

The bamboo joints exploded, and the bamboo strips were tightly twisted with the curved black steel.

Prince Meng let go and changed his move. With a lightning-fast palm, he struck the spot where the two weapons were twisted from top to bottom.

First, a half-human-sized palm print was shot from the air, and then the two weapons were released at the same time, falling crosswise and sinking deeply into the soil, dividing the palm print into four parts.

Taking advantage of the opponent's loss of weapons, Prince Meng completely ignored the two men who were ambushing him. He just took a long step, walked straight forward, and with incredible speed, he raised his palm and pushed towards Han Wen Gong.

Han Wengong opened his cuffs, turned his wrist, and raised his real weapon.

Previously, Han Wengong said that the gun was originally the flag gun of the Southwest Army, and this was not a lie.

Although a flag gun like this is very majestic when it is in the army, it is not suitable for wielding it in battle. It is just a hundred-forged gun. In terms of its quality, it is even difficult to compare with it.

The swords and knives worn by some second-rate men and women are comparable to each other.

Han Wengong carried out this gun just on a whim. When he went to war in his later years, he also had some nostalgia for it, but his real weapon was a pen.

The pen holder is about one and a half feet long, and is dark green. I don’t know what material it is made of, but it looks extremely heavy. The tip of the pen is as big as a baby’s fist. The three inches of hair are gray, and only the tip of the pen is pure black with thick ink.

After he took the pen out of his sleeve, he used the real pen-holding posture, with the index finger and middle finger pressing, the ring finger and little finger pressing against the barrel of the pen from the inside, the thumb pressing firmly, the palm being empty, the wrist flat, and the barrel straight.

This movement of lifting the pen just moved Prince Meng's palm upward and outward, but it only barely allowed the palm to deflect Han Wengong's body.

The swift and unparalleled palm force blasted out from his side, hitting the river behind him, and a series of water columns exploded from the bank to the center of the river. The waves were white and mist burst out.

Prince Meng missed the target with a palm, his shoulders swayed, and his arms instantly transformed into thirty-six flying palm shadows.

Among these palm shadows, those struck from above often have their fingers spread out, like waves crashing against them.

The one who attacked from the middle was with palms like swords, pierced by flying fish.

Attacking from the lower side, close to the lower abdomen and waist, is like a snake burrowing deep into the ground. The trajectory of the attack is arced, sharp and sinister.

The Yuandao Qigong practiced by Han Wengong was created by a Confucian master who was a master of the classics. It is said to be based on the classics, quality based on laws, and based on the national canons.

When it comes to attack power, it can only be said to be mediocre among first-class masters. However, if others want to knock him down, facing this kind of qigong brushwork that criticizes the weak and recovers without missing a beat, it is like trying to use a sword to knock him down.

It is extremely difficult to cut off the plum fragrance.

His body floated back, his left hand was like stroking his sleeve to spread paper, and his right hand was making continuous strokes, making circles and hooks.

The series of "Summary Gouxuan", "Burning Gao Jidial", "Hongzhong Siwai", "Crying Hunger and Howling Cold", "Hanying Zuihua" and "Tou idle San" are not only calligraphy, grammar, but also a wonderful skill.

Moves are performed.

A large pen was drawn in circles between the continuous palm prints of Prince Meng, repeatedly blocking the most difficult point to exert force, allowing all offensives to slip away from him.

With this retreat, Han Wengong had retreated far away from the shore and onto the water. The deflected palms were like streaks of dim blue light, bombarding the water, causing large waves of water to explode again and again.

As they retreated and advanced, the two figures were walking on the water, full of energy, and they could fly out by tapping the waves with their toes. They ran like lightning all the way to a position close to the middle of the river, without any moisture on their bodies.

Mark of.

However, just when Han Wengong stepped onto the water surface again, there was a slight lag in the circulation of Qi, and a wet mark quickly appeared on the gray soles.

Although he still retreated, it was not as easy as before, nor as fast, nor as far as before.

Han Wengong's expression remained leisurely, but he sighed in his heart: After all, at his age, could he be unable to resist the temptations of the world so quickly?

Prince Meng's Four Seas Swinging Hands. When you first start to practice this skill, it is best to find a pool or waterfall, or even go to the beach to wave your palms against the waves to practice the surging palm power. But when you step into the realm of a first-class master, you can use this skill

After practicing martial arts to a high level, the four seas in the palm technique will have another layer of meaning.

It refers to the sea of ​​yin channels, the sea of ​​yang channels, the sea of ​​blood and marrow, and the skull, palace and brain in the human body.

Everyone knows that the cranium, palace and mind are well known, and there is no need to go into details. The two places of the Yin and Yang channels refer to the Ren and Du meridians. The blood source, the marrow sea, refers to the bone marrow vitality from the human spine to the limbs.

After mastering the Four Seas Darkness Hand, when fighting an enemy, as long as he comes into contact with the opponent's true energy, even if he fails to break the opponent's defense, it will gradually induce an imbalance in the "four seas" and cause the internal poison to explode.

When it comes to internal poison, it is mysterious and mysterious. It is not an ordinary poison that invades from the outside world, but refers to something that is born with the mortal body, and even something that is engraved in the blood instinct and passed down from generation to generation.

For example, when a person encounters an extremely frightening attack, his limbs will become stiff, unable to move, and unable to dodge in time; after encountering excessive cold and freezing, he will throw away his clothes irrationally; when emotions are intense, his ability to respond will be weakened.

The perception of pain leads to stepping into a more dangerous situation; after being hungry for a long time, not feeling hungry, so that when digesting oneself, internal bleeding, but feeling warm... the list goes on.

There are countless kinds of "internal poisons" in the fragile human body that can cause death if there is an imbalance.

When the internal poison caused by Shi Hai's wandering hands truly explodes, the internal organs will melt, the brain will boil, the skin will become cold and red, and you will die with a smile on your face.

But Han Wengong was not in a hurry. He was still some distance away from the fatal step, and his goal of delaying his opponent had been achieved.

Looking at the shore, the situation has completely reversed.

Regarding Luoyang, Gu Lanxiang, Chen Shouzheng, plus Anfeiyu who used the activation contract off-site to bring about various surprise attacks, as well as Nangong Lei and others who could barely play a role in containing the situation.

The notorious flower-picking thief, Bai Bujian, who once destroyed the noble daughter of the Cui family in Qinghe but still escaped with her life despite her innocence, and the mountain wolf who is said to be killed three thousand times a day in the mountains. He will challenge any martial arts school in the Lingnan area and kill him in battle.

, and soon followed in Luo Yin’s footsteps.

When Bai Bujian was escaping, he was momentarily stopped by Anfeiyu's Air Eagle. Guan Luoyang caught up with him and kicked him in the back of the head. The mountain wolf had his left arm broken by Guan Luoyang. Chen Shouzheng held up his long knife and Gu Lanxiang hit him with a stick.

Broken his forehead.

Only Divination Master saw the opportunity too early, and his martial arts skills were slightly better than those of the three guardians. He escaped too fast, and Guan Luoyang and the others were unable to stop him.

At this moment, everyone rushed towards the water together.

Guan Luoyang's green shadow flying through the air, Chen Shouzheng's gentle waves on the water, Gu Lanxiang's violent tread on the water, the waves that exploded, and even the momentum of Nangong Lei and others following closely behind.

It seemed that Prince Meng, who was bent on killing Han Wengong, was finally alerted and alert.

His back was turned to those people, and only Han Wenggong could clearly detect the slight change in his eyes.

Unexpectedly, he stopped suddenly but did not run away. Instead, he asked a question.

"Did you expect that I would be angered by you?"

"Most of the people who are direct descendants of the Demon Sect have some problems that they will never ignore, but according to ordinary people's opinions, they don't pay attention to them at all, and there is no way to take advantage of them."

Mr. Han Wen was happy to talk a few more words, delaying time, and said, "Fortunately, I happen to be the kind of person who has some weight in your eyes."

At that time, the direct descendants of the Demon Sect were all selected from the land of Liuzhao, among the mountains, from a young age. They were taught by teachers in the high mountains and dangerous places. They were withdrawn and taciturn, and practiced martial arts that was harsh and even abusive.

Lord, you are not allowed to walk in the mountains until you reach adulthood.

Their teachers will teach them martial arts and teach them how to persuade and coerce others, but will not pay attention to their moral character. Therefore, once these people arrive in the colorful world outside the mountains, they can easily indulge in reckless behavior.

Trampling on etiquette and law, degenerating into doing evil.

The disciples of the Demon Sect who are taught in this way are not only talented, but also have extraordinary perseverance and endurance. Once they are in danger, they will have many whims that are difficult to predict for the righteous people.

They are naturally outstanding, but among members of the same demon sect, this "excellence" is too similar. No matter how independent they appear to be on the outside, they will eventually be classified by the public as the "devil sect".

Among the groups, the most powerful ones are called disciples of the Demon Cult.

Han Wengong studied for a long time and discovered that these people are actually pursuing their own independent existence almost pathologically. In order to show their uniqueness, they will even create some quirks for themselves at any risk.

Prince Meng was an elder of the Demon Cult at the time, and later an envoy of the Fire and Luo Dynasty. In fact, he was not an upright person in the Tang Dynasty, but he liked the splendor and pomp like a prince. It was precisely for this reason.

Han Wengong's method of provoking the general by deliberately admitting the wrong person was indeed clumsy. If anyone else had made a similar move, there would be no way for Prince Meng to have any violent reaction.

But this old man was, after all, the commander in chief of the expedition to the southwest, and he happened to be an "old friend" whose martial arts skills were not that terrible, but not too low.

Prince Meng understood, and the aura on his body became more and more silent. The brilliance in his eyes, the hair on his temples, and the hem of his robe seemed to be frozen.

The floor tiles under his feet were polished like mirrors, cold and smooth, reflecting the starry sky dome made of countless pearls at the top of the hall.

At the end of the main hall are steps made of stone bricks carved with the patterns of the divine dragon, nine sons and beasts, leading straight to the top, which is like a rock bed-like throne.

Behind the throne, there seemed to be many stalagmites gathered there, and it also seemed to be a poisonous dragon with seven heads, abnormally shaped, with its neck standing stiffly, overlooking the hall.

There is someone on the throne, an invisible figure holding a sword.

"Xiu Yang, you are very lucky and have great talents, but you have not made any progress for a long time."

"My subordinates are too obsessed with pleasure."

Prince Meng heard his own voice in his ears, with a bit of unexpected panic.

He thought that he must have been hunched over and hunched over at that time, not daring to raise his head.
To be continued...