From the moonlit sky, the surrounding fields were in a mess, with strong grass blown by the strong wind and rocks shattered by the strong wind everywhere. Xu Wu and Murong Bo were sitting cross-legged, engaged in a life-and-death struggle with each other.
The air waves were rolling, and the empty monk's robe was blown away like a sailboat cloth, and the whole person was swollen, like an inflated balloon. The air was being continuously inflated, and when it reached a certain limit, it would explode.
Died.
At this time, Xianwu was very glad that he had practiced the Golden Bell Shield, one of the seventy-two unique skills of Shaolin. Because of this, he could quickly spread the true energy entering the body to the muscles and skin all over the body.
The skin all over his body looks swollen, but it has a faint golden light. The skin is as tough as a layer of gold-plated cowhide. The more swollen it is, the tougher it is and it will never be broken.
But this situation also has a certain limit. When Xuanwu's skin can no longer hold so much infuriating energy, it will be the moment when he explodes and dies.
In front of him, Murong Bo's old face was also wrinkled. The little monk behind him was like a big bag that was not full. No matter how he channeled his internal power, he could not burst it, but his own internal power was
It was constantly being lost, which made Murong Bo even more frightened.
At this moment, he was already riding a tiger. He wanted to take back his internal strength, but he was afraid of being attacked from behind. The competition of internal strength was more dangerous than the moves, and no one dared to retreat rashly.
Xianwu felt that his body was getting more and more swollen, and the zhenqi in his hands was still flowing continuously. He knew that Murong Bo, an old thief, was risking his life.
ah
He roared fiercely, and the sound waves spread, shaking the surrounding woods. The leaves rustled down, and the roar resounded through the dark night. In the mountains and forests all around, hundreds of beasts shuddered.
On Shaoshi Mountain, in the Zen room of the Shaolin Temple, many eminent monks suddenly opened their eyes with shock on their faces, thinking: I wonder who this person is, but he has such shocking and profound skills. It is simply unheard of.
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The monks were wondering whether this person who appeared in Shaoshi Mountain was an enemy or a friend. At that moment, three Shaolin monks of the Xuan generation left the temple and galloped towards the direction of the sound.
Peng
Stomping his foot violently, a deep pit was created on the ground. Wuwu jumped up to a height of four to five feet with Murong Bo, and then suddenly fell, hitting the thick ground below.
Murong Bodeng suddenly changed color, and had no time to care about the nothingness behind him. He hurriedly turned around and moved the falling force east and west, gradually reducing the intensity of the impact.
Peng
The two of them fell to the ground at the same time. The void was huge in size and the force of the impact was the heaviest. A deep pit was created in the ground at once, with rocks and dust flying and smoke rising up.
As for Murong Bo, who was thin in stature, and with the effect of the Dou Zhuan Xing Shifting Magic, the force of his fall was greatly reduced, so it was only a slight bump, but it did not cause any damage to a martial arts master like him.
After such a violent collision, and because Murong Bo gave up on conveying Qi to the void in order to protect himself, the two of them were separated by this collision.
call
As soon as the two of them separated, Murong Bo suddenly turned around and struck out with a violent palm. With a strong wind and a loud sound, Murong Bo struck the bulging belly of Xianwu.
But it made a muffled sound like it was slapped on a huge cowhide drum, and the huge force of the shock caused it to fall backwards.
He had just transferred part of his skill to Xianwu's body, and this palm naturally lost its previous fierce power. But at this moment, Xuxu's body was filled with true energy, and the golden bell cover's magical skill was operating to the extreme. How could it be?
He can hurt you with one palm.
At this moment, Xingwu's whole body was bulging like a toad, his body was flowing with light, and his golden color was dazzling. He really looked like a real body of heaven and earth descending from the earth, but he was actually a giant spirit god.
Standing there, he had the power to stand upright and swallow up the mountains and rivers. Boom, he swung out a Xuankong fist and struck Murong Bo in front. The fist was huge and emitted a faint golden glow, cutting across the night sky.
boom
Murong Bo caught this unparalleled punch with the method of shifting stars. The fierce and domineering punch was guided by it and sent to the right. Boom, the vast and turbulent punch hit a rock on the right.
superior.
Immediately, the rocks were scattered in all directions and disappeared without a trace. Murong Bo was also shocked by the huge power, and the strong air wave made his body fall back involuntarily.
Poof, he spat out a mouthful of blood, looked at nothingness with horrified eyes, and then looked up at the moon in the sky. It was not long before midnight, and he swung his palm forward, and the wind from the palm struck out, raising a layer of dust.
sand.
When the dust and sand cleared, he had already jumped more than ten feet away. Wuwu did not move to pursue him, but watched him disappear directly into the night.
Because he was in a very bad condition at this time. The energy in his body was surging and he was scurrying around. It was really overwhelming and extremely uncomfortable. If he pursued him, he would most likely end up with both sides hurting and perishing together.
Not long after Murong Bo left, there was another rustling sound in the woods on the right. Xianwu turned around and saw three Shaolin monks flying over using Qinggong.
He didn't want others to know about his situation, so he yelled immediately, and the air wave rolled forward, which made the three people flying over dizzy. Then he pushed his palms forward slowly, and a wave of air was generated again.
, as if a strong wind swept out, blowing the three people in front of them and the surrounding trees flying upside down.
Whoosh
As soon as he finished the palm, he immediately turned around and threw himself into the woods nearby. A golden arc of light passed by, disappeared in the night sky, and disappeared.
puff
The three monks who were buried on the ground by leaves and dust and smoke got up and spit out the leaves and dust in their mouths. "Brother, who was that person just now? In the end, I seemed to only see a golden light that flashed away.
", said a monk on the left.
"The last move he used just now looked like the mountain-pushing palm of this temple. Could it be that he was from this temple?" A monk on the right said.
"This person doesn't seem to have any ill intentions towards us, and it seems to me that he is indeed a monk. His golden light should be a manifestation of practicing the golden bell to the extreme. His figure is relatively large and burly. Could it be that he is hidden in this temple?
Senior?" The monk in the middle frowned, "In any case, we must go back and report this matter to the abbot and senior brother first."
The other two Shaolin monks nodded. After checking around, the three of them came to the conclusion that this person might be practicing martial arts here or experiencing a big battle, and turned back to the temple.
But he said that after the void left there, he ran all the way, turning into a golden light flashing through the dark night. He kept running, his body kept getting hot, and streams of white mist steamed up from the top of his head.
In the body, the true energy that has nowhere to vent is bumping around everywhere. Xuwu knows that he must find a way to vent this true energy, otherwise even if he does not die, he will leave irreparable trauma on his meridians. For the future of martial arts,
There are huge obstacles on the road.
Bang bang
In Shaoshi Mountain, countless trees were knocked away by the direct impact, branches and leaves flying everywhere, and thick tree trunks broke into several pieces and fell to the ground.
He ran rampant all the way, making no distinction between east, west, north and south. He just kept running, knocking away the trees and rocks along the way and smashing them into powder.
As the impact hit him, not only did he not feel the slightest pain, but he felt a sense of relief, which made him start to hit some huge obstacles intentionally or unintentionally.
bang bang bang
The huge sound of destruction kept ringing, and he was like a destruction machine, constantly crushing everything around him, sweeping everything, and sweeping everything.
After a quarter of an hour of such impact, he felt that the accumulated energy in his body had been reduced, and the swelling and painful feeling was also alleviated. Boom, he once again knocked a huge two-meter-high mountain rock away, sending it flying in the distance.
A bunch of trees were crushed to pieces.
ah
With a loud roar, he stamped his feet on the ground. There was a dull sound, and the ground shook. Many rocks around him were shaken and rolled down, and the trees were swaying and snapping.
It had subsided, but his still fat body suddenly flew high like an anti-aircraft cannonball, rising to a height of about five or six feet. He leaned forward and dived towards the bottom.
The mountain wall crashed over.
boom
Rocks were flying, dust and smoke were flying everywhere, and rocks the size of heads were shot out in all directions like cannonballs, bang bang bang, knocking out countless craters on the ground. The surrounding trees were hit by the rocks or violently blown by the air waves.
Sweep, they all fell down, leaving a mess all around.
When the dust and smoke dissipated, a large cave entrance was revealed on the high mountain wall. In the dim moonlight, a golden figure could be seen sitting cross-legged inside.
At this time, his body has returned to normal size, but the golden glow on his body is still flickering, and even under the golden skin, squirming energy can be seen, like small insects swimming around.
Under the control of the void, these qi energy began to slowly penetrate into the nearby acupoints, and then flowed into the meridians in the body, and the Yi Jin Jing Kung Fu was activated by him.
But in the small cave created by the temporary impact, he held his neck with his hands for a while, his head passed through his feet for a while, and his waist was bent like a round bow.
This movement is similar to the yoga of later generations, but it is more complicated and more difficult than the later generations of yoga. Maybe the yoga of later generations also evolved from this, or in other words, yoga was a kind of martial arts in India in this era.
The method of cultivation.
The qi energy that was swimming around began to be slowly tamed by the deep qi of the Yi Jin Jing, and slowly melted and contained it, and then moved according to the route of the Yi Jin Jing, slowly
Transformed into Yi Jin Jing Zhen Qi.
boom
Suddenly Niangwu felt that the true energy in his body seemed to have broken through a certain level. Suddenly there was a roar in his head and a crash, and the true energy in his body surged down like a torrent.
crackling
His body erupted with the sound of popping beans, as if the bones were constantly being broken and reorganized, and the meridians were moved and corrected again, adjusted to the most appropriate position.dd