Iga Gen is also a strong person with sharp senses. He stepped forward, twisted his waist, and turned his body. The cigar flew past his sleeve, and a few sparks flashed in the air.
But as soon as he stood still, he heard the strong wind tearing through his ears. A fist, like a magic hand that broke through nothingness, appeared in front of him out of thin air. The wind stimulated the skin on his face and hurt.
But it was Lu Qian who took action directly, and with one movement of his body, he was like a cannonball being discharged, and he struck in front of him.
"A Yuan, Xingyi Cannon Fist, be careful!"
Tamura Naoyi's face changed slightly and he warned, but it was too late.
Iga Gen is the number one master of Higashishima and has extremely rich experience in actual combat. Although he had no time to dodge, he instinctively raised his arms to block.
However, his physical strength and power were nothing compared to Lu Qian.
Lu Qian's fist smashed through Iga Yuan's blocking arm and continued to move forward, hitting him on the head.
Iga Gen's big head was like a watermelon that was exploded by a hammer. It exploded in all directions. He flew backwards and fell to the ground. He kicked off his legs and died.
With two moves, Iga Yuan, the chief martial arts instructor of the East Island Royal Family and a master of Huajin, was injured!
Just a second after Iga Yuan's body was injured, collapse! An unusually strong energy explosion sounded from behind Lu Qian, and it exploded like a barrage of explosions.
A figure flashed over, its feet turned on the ground, like a big bird, like a turtle, like the impact of the river water, the fist was upright, the force was fierce, it was knocked down from top to bottom, and hit Lu Qian's head directly.
Come.
Tamura Naoyoshi, the master of Higashishima Suigetsu Ryu Danjin, takes action!
"Yu Bu! Big monument-thrower!"
Tang Zichen's cold voice sounded in Lu Qian's ears. Lu Qian's heart moved and he thought of fighting against the cloth.
Yu step is one of the oldest footwork, and also the most mysterious one. According to legend, it was used by the wise Taoist priests in ancient times to do tricks, call the wind and rain, and communicate with the gods.
This kind of footwork refers to the directions of the Hetu Luoshu, the Yin and Yang Bagua, the Big Dipper and other mysterious artistic conception directions, practicing breathing, chanting mantras and vocalizations through gastrointestinal ventriloquism, promoting qi and blood, cleansing the bone marrow, and opening the elixir path, which is mysterious and profound.
Because there are consecutive steps in the Yu step, which are in accordance with the Big Dipper, it is also called Ta Dou Bu Gang.
The oldest Baguazhang also contains Yubu, but it has been lost for a long time, not even Tang Zichen knows how to do it.
Moreover, among all the martial arts in the country, the essence of Yu Bu has not been passed down. This is a lost footwork.
"If you steal my Chinese stuff and then kill me, you will be the second person to die!"
Lu Qian raised his palm, using the "Fire to Set the Sky" gesture, and used the "Cotton Palm Soft Fist" in Fei Ling's soft bone body. When it came into contact with Tamura Naoyi's palm, it softened at first, and then rebounded. He used the two forces of hardness and softness to catch the opponent hard.
A strong and powerful punch.
boom!
The two palms struck each other, and Lu Qian felt a strong punch hit hard, and the bones of his wrist vibrated violently, and he suddenly became sore and numb.
However, Tamura Naoyi was shaken by Lu Qian's rigid and soft force of several kilograms, causing him to flip two somersaults in the air. His entire right hand, including his arm, felt as if it had been struck by lightning, numbing and shaking, and he lost consciousness.
Lu Qian shook his arm, his energy and blood flowed smoothly, and his soreness and numbness disappeared. Immediately, his shoulders shook, and the two large muscles on his shoulders and back arched, like two wings of a crane. With one flap, his whole body shot out.
At this moment, Tamura Naoyoshi had just landed and stood firm. Before his arms could recover, Lu Qian rushed forward and watched helplessly as a claw of his hand kept enlarging in his eyes.
Danger! Danger! Danger!
At the moment when Tamura Naoyi was about to die, Lu Qian heard a slight whistling sound in his ears, and a sword came to kill him.
The power of this sword suddenly erupted without being seen or heard!
The cold sword intent spread out, and Lu Qian felt a chill from head to toe.
The person who used the sword, named Itoo, is the only remaining ninjutsu master on the East Island.
He was dressed in black, and the skin on his face was also covered with a layer of black and green, as were his beard and hair, and his two eyes were flashing with a strange bloody light.
There seems to be a kind of magic in his eyes, which makes people look away and feel bored and vomiting.
Like a pair of strange eyes of a hell devil.
What was even more dangerous and fierce was that three equally fierce sprinting sounds also erupted from the other three directions!
The few remaining martial arts masters on the East Island launched attacks on Lu Qian at the critical moment.
"Whether you are attacking in the east or west to save people, or taking the opportunity to make a sneak attack, it is all useless!"
At this moment, Lu Qian showed all his strength, and his whole body erupted with a ferocious aura like a tiger or a wolf. His body was like falling cotton wool, twisting strangely, and the sword pierced his arm, taking away a few drops of blood.
Lu Qian's paws with veins sprouting out of him grabbed Tamura Naoyi's throat without stopping, and tore it apart until a piece of flesh and blood with the throat bone was removed.
Tamura Naoyi clutched his bleeding throat and fell straight to the ground, with blood bubbles coming out of his mouth. He kicked his legs, and it seemed that he would not survive.
At this moment, the sword struck again.
It was so fast, like lightning, it pierced the flesh and blood of Lu Qian's back. With the help of fierce force, it directly pierced the shoulder blade and stretched out from Lu Qian's chest.
"Zi Chen, don't take action, I can do it!"
Lu Qian watched six directions and listened in all directions, and stopped Tang Zichen who came to rescue him.
He shook vigorously, using solid muscles and bones to clamp the fighting force to prevent the sword from being pulled away. At the same time, he raised his right leg slightly and kicked back.
This kick was silent, as fast as an arrow, and it also used a kick. Lu Qian's back foot directly hit the calf of the knife-wielding man behind him.
Crack! A clear sound of bone cracking was heard, and the calf bone of the knife-wielding man was directly kicked to pieces. He screamed in pain and fell down.
Lu Qian raised his arms and bent his elbows, twisted his waist and turned around. Using the power of his body twist, he wrapped his elbows in an eight-pole move and hit the knife wielder on the temple.
Thousands of kilograms of power exploded, Ito's head exploded, and red and white things splashed to the ground.
Ninjutsu master dies!
At this time, punches, palms, and kicks came from three directions. The floor was crushed by the three people. The wind, palm, and kick they carried made the skin on Lu Qian's face dent. It was extremely violent.
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In the midst of lightning and flint, Lu Qian launched his dragon-like flying tiger step, swam outward, and dodged the incoming punches and kicks. He was slapped on the back by the palm, and Lu Qian vomited blood and fell out.
At the same time as he flew out, Lu Qian used Fei Ling's soft bone sound, twisted his body strangely in mid-air, grabbed the sword, and pulled it out from the flesh and bones with a swish.
Throw it suddenly, and shoot out like a sharp arrow from the palm of your hand.
The old man who hit Lu Qian with his palm was secretly proud, but unexpectedly the sword actually struck him. Even though he tried his best to twist his body, he was still pierced through the shoulder.
The thousands of kilograms of power carried on the sword drove the old man's body to fly out, smashing through the living room screen and nailing it to the wall.
The old man screamed in pain. Fortunately, the force of the battle did not damage his vital parts. Just when he was about to draw his sword, Lu Qian took out half a cigar from his pocket and ejected it.