The clouds lingered in the empty valley for a long time, and were disturbed by the turmoil on the ruins of the ancient city of Minyue. The clouds turned into rain, and finally led to a drizzle of light rain, which drenched the body, but not the burning heart.
Hong Xi's officers were focused on their guns and showed murderous intent.
Yan Zhendong took a step forward and signed up: "I'm going to Shandong Mansion..."
Before he could finish speaking, the people in the martial arts community on the opposite side were already in an uproar, and all kinds of curses came one after another, instantly overwhelming his voice.
"A traitor who aids the emperor!"
"Bitch thief! You still have the nerve to come out!"
"Find a place to crash to death!"
Yan Zhendong's face was ashen. He had no idea why the person opposite him was saying so many obscene words. He just felt his head hit. The memories of being insulted and ridiculed in the past came to his mind. The smell of rust was in his throat. There was nothing left in front of him, and in his ears.
He couldn't hear any sound, he just wanted to knock down everyone in front of him.
The leading officer, Mr. Lu, was from Liaodong. The two had met at the martial arts competition in the fourth year of Chongzhen's reign, and were deeply impressed by the Shandong man's martial arts. It was Mr. Lu's recommendation that allowed Yan Zhendong to find a way out after the bustling city.
Get a position.
That year, Emperor Chongzhen thought that someone was cheating, so he sent a large number of people including the examiners and supervisory censors to jail and removed them from their posts. The two of them were implicated and were banned from employment.
"Strict command, stand down! You don't need to be in this fight!"
At this time, he was so excited that he didn't hear Lama Keba's shouting. He was so angry that he was about to move forward to challenge Hong Xiguan, but someone behind him pulled him to prevent him from going forward.
I saw him wearing an iron cloth shirt, his arms pulled forward, and the two lamas who tried to pull him were thrown away!
At this moment, he only had Hong Xiguan in his eyes, as if as long as he gritted his teeth and crossed the mountain, his fate would change dramatically. But before he took two steps, someone grabbed his arm again.
"Anyone who stands in my way will die!"
Yan Zhendong was furious, his eyes flashed with murderous intent, the muscles of his left arm were knotted, and the veins were bulging, he pushed the blocker forward, his right fist was ready to attack, and his fist as big as a casserole was packed with wind and thunder to hit the opponent.
But this time, the person blocking the road was suddenly pulled forward and took a step forward. It seemed that he was about to fall, but as soon as his left foot was a foot off the ground, he quietly stepped back in the air, changing his center of gravity with the method of falling with a thousand catties.
Facing the fast and lightning punch, the opponent had no worries. I saw him holding his chest and back, slumping his shoulders and elbows, and responded to the opponent with his palms spread out and his arms gathered together. Following the direction of Yan Zhendong's punch, he just lightly
With one move, his left foot accurately broke through Yan Zhendong's flaw.
In the midst of lightning and flint, the opponent started with a cloud force, used the force to release his force, lifted the opponent up with a double push, and in an instant, his whole body shook like an electric shock, and he threw Yan Zhendong ten feet away!
"Good fall! Beat this traitor to death!"
"Well done!"
A strange thing happened. Seeing Yan Zhendong being thrown out and falling into the dust, the Qing soldiers applauded this master's performance, and the Tiandi Hui side also cursed happily. Actually, both sides were applauding.
In the drizzle of light rain, Yan Zhendong lay down among the rubble and rubble, and there was no movement.
"The Thirteen Movements of Tai Chi..."
Chen Jinnan frowned and murmured to himself.
Tai Chi has been around for hundreds of years, and its schools have changed in a thousand ways. There are no less than ten famous Tai Chi sects in the world. However, the Thirteen Movements of Tai Chi created by Zhang Sanfeng are rich in connotation and far-reaching meaning. They are worthy of being the ancestor of Tai Chi.
It is a treasure of Wudang Zhenshan and a secret that has not been passed down.
The man in front of me can use his moves easily and without any trace, so he must be a master of the Wudang Sect. The current situation is complicated and treacherous. If the Wudang Sect appears here, things may change again.
"Sorry, we were blocked by the White Lotus Demon Party on the way, so there was a slight delay."
After the man threw Yan Zhendong away with the Thirteen Positions of Tai Chi, he first bowed his head and saluted, and then walked gracefully in front of Hong Xiguan. With a flick of his fly whisk, he turned out to be a Taoist priest with a strong figure and thin cheeks with a five-willow beard, about four years old.
Around fifty, with sparkling eyes.
"Xi Guan."
The Taoist spoke lightly and showed no fear towards the murderous official Hong Xi.
"Why don't you salute your uncle when you see him?"
When Hong Xiguan heard this voice, he suddenly raised his head, looked at the Taoist in front of him carefully, and said coldly: "Are you...Uncle Feng?!"
For a Shaolin disciple to call a Wudang sect member his uncle, this would probably shock the jaws of outsiders.
After all, the feud between the Shaolin and Wudang families lasted from south to north for the Yuan and Ming dynasties. There should have been no other relationship except etiquette.
But no one in the martial arts world dared to say anything this time. They looked at each other in silence, and they all caught a glimpse of surprise in each other's eyes.
Hong Xiguan’s master is known to everyone as Zen Master Zhishan, the abbot of Southern Shaolin. He is now a giant in the southern martial arts world. But when Zen Master Xingyin, Zhishan’s master, went south, he accepted a total of five disciples and was known as the Five Elders of Southern Shaolin.
The True Ancestor, but his whereabouts were different later and was not in the temple.
Now that Hong Xiguan calls Fang Shishu and says his surname is Feng, there is only one possibility for the Tai Chi master of the Wudang Sect in front of him - that is Feng who switched to the Wudang Sect from Zen Master Xingyin's sect and is now the leader.
Morality!
For him to be able to go from being a Shaolin sect leader to a Wudang leader, there are naturally a lot of hidden things involved, which is not enough for outsiders to understand. But the fact that the Wudang sect leader actually came here in person was enough to make everyone shocked by this turn of events.
According to what Jiang Wen said, there is one Shaolin traitor in every two people, which may not be an exaggeration.
"Uncle Feng, please give me some advice!"
Chen Jinnan, who did not want to see the two sides taking action, was about to speak out to stop him, but Hong Xiguan's mind was like a mirror, and he had already taken the lead and stabbed him with his gun, starting the battle.
The Life-Destroying Throat Lock Gun is a martial art created by Hong Xiguan after absorbing the essence of stick techniques, spear techniques, and strange weapons. It kills people with every move and presses them step by step. It has no Buddhist compassion and only pays attention to the angry eyes of King Kong.
elephant.
The silver spear flickered and countless spear flowers bloomed, covering Feng Daode's body and pressing forward.
This style of "riding a dragon astride a sword" was extremely swift and fierce. Heart and mind were united, and mind and energy were united. Hong Xiguan relied on his fighting instinct to raise his power to its peak.
Along the way of martial arts, Hong Xiguan seems to have entered the realm of his own school in advance!
But Feng Daode lifted his robe with his backhand, and threw out thousands of rays of rays of light from the whisk in his hand. The clouds and mist collided with the head of the gun. His deep inner energy burst out through the steel wire as thin as a hair. Official Hong Xi could only
Feeling that the gun was suddenly out of control due to its overwhelming force, the deadly choke gun was staggered and deflected by the whisk, and finally plunged into the ground!
Although Hong Xiguan's martial arts was strong and brave, it was still not rich enough in training and accumulation in front of the veteran masters, and his internal strength was at a disadvantage. At this time, the fine steel wire whisk had already wrapped around Hong Xiguan's neck, strangling him to death. The outcome seemed to be victorious.
It's already clear.
"It seems that my supreme senior brother
Feng Daode's face was old-fashioned, and his voice was old-fashioned, "I won't kill you, just go away."
"Walk?"
Hong Xiguan struggled to lift the spear, stepped on the shaft of the spear and bent it into a bow, and forcibly ejected the whisk restraint, leaving blood marks on his neck.
"If I don't kill all the Qing soldiers today and avenge the blood feud between Southern Shaolin and my Hong family, how can I just leave!"