"Dragon Captor, I remember that this unique skill is unique to Zhenlong Temple?"
The expectation in Chen Quan's eyes had completely faded away, not even a fraction of it was left.
——Since it is the power to capture the dragon, he will not be surprised no matter what kind of powerful martial arts Zhuang Wudao will take on.
At this time, I just want to understand how Zhuang Wudao's pseudo-mystical art can be the power of capturing the dragon?
Dragon Capturing Strength comes from the Dragon Capturing Hand, which is inherited from Buddhism and is the Zhenzong Kung Fu of Zhenlong Temple, a major sect in the northwest. After the first level of heaven, one can have the power to capture dragons and capture tigers.
It is a martial art that is feared by all those who specialize in spiritual arts, archery, and spiritual weapons in the world. At its peak, it is said that people can be captured and killed thousands of miles away in front of their eyes. It can even capture people. Spiritual weapons and magic weapons can be snatched away by force. It can be practiced both internally and externally. It is a truly top-notch skill! Anyone who can master it is the most top-notch person in the world.
"It's not about capturing the dragon, it's about subduing the dragon and subduing the tiger!"
Gu Yueming shook his head slightly with unclear eyes. He had already understood a little bit and roughly knew the reason.
The so-called subduing dragon and subduing tiger boxing technique is originally imitated by predecessors and combined with tiger-shaped boxing.
However, Zhuang Wudao understood this and realized the power of capturing the dragon, which was really surprising. From then on, no one among the Qi training monks in the world could calmly use it in front of Zhuang Wudao. Spirituality,
"Subduing the dragon and subduing the tiger?"
Chen Quan frowned, still puzzled: "There are many people in the world who practice this set of subduing dragons and subduing tigers, and there are also people who have condensed mystical and supernatural powers from it. But I have never heard of anyone practicing this. Come out with the power to capture the dragon."
"This is not the real power of capturing a dragon. Have you forgotten that Zhuang Wudao also has a Bull Demon Yuan Hegemony at the first level of heaven? If the power of capturing is insufficient, the power of the magnetic element will make up for it. If we only talk about capturing With the power of grasping, it may even be better than a real dragon capturer. It can be integrated and combined, and it is not limited to stereotypes——"
Gu Yue Ming stopped midway through his words. His eyes were once again attracted by the scene a mile away.
Mr. Mo Da was photographed and held in front of the fire cloud, but he did not sit still and wait for death. Instead, he bit the tip of his tongue and spurted out a mouthful of blood.
With a desperate struggle, he forced his left and right hands out of the grip. He held seals with both hands and roared violently.
Immediately after, tens of thousands of fire butterflies flew up again, swarming forward. They converged towards Zhuang Wudao in the fire cloud.
At this very moment, a sound of wind howling suddenly sounded. It sounded like a dragon roaring or a tiger roaring.
Mr. Mo Da opened his eyes wide, and then he saw a pair of iron fists fiercely punching out from the fire cloud.
The force was like a dragon soaring in the sky, and a tiger pounced on its food. It shattered the fire butterflies one after another, and then directly hit his chest.
Mr. Mo Da felt his whole body tremble, from his chest to the ends of his limbs, he was trembling. Then his whole body lost strength, and his figure suddenly fell down. The thoughts in his mind gradually faded away, and there was a burst of excitement in front of his eyes. black.
With only his last consciousness left, could it be that Mo Yunkang, the famous Mr. Mo Da in Beicheng, is already dead?
At this moment, all the broken bricks and tiles, all the weapons, armor and corpses within the entire twenty-foot radius were turned into powder by the overwhelming force!
But this Mr. Mo Da is the only one who is completely intact, without any difference at all.
However, everyone present clearly understood that the person lying on the ground was afraid that the bones and flesh in his skin had been completely shattered by Zhuang Wudao's fist! It was also possible that he could turn into minced meat.
How could this person be truly safe and sound from the hidden strength that had been unleashed by nearly thirty oxen?
At this time, Zhuang Wudao also walked out of the fire cloud unharmed. Without the control of Mr. Mo Da, those red fire butterflies were nothing more than ordinary flames. Rootless firewood could be easily dispersed.
At this moment, what he cared about most was Feng San. This man was also a knowledgeable person. As early as when Zhuang Wudao opened the pseudo-spiritual aperture, he flew back with Mr. Mo Da. At this moment, the time has come
A hundred feet away.
However, when Mr. Mo Da was absorbed by Zhuang Wudao's Capturing Dragon Power and killed alive, Feng San knew that there was no hope of escaping. He stopped a hundred and twenty feet away and looked at him step by step with a pale face.
Come to Zhuang Wudao. Your steps are steady and powerful, neither fast nor slow, full of confidence.
Feng San opened his mouth subconsciously, wanting to say something, but nothing came out. He only felt the sound of footsteps, like a drum, beating in the bottom of his heart.
"Feng San, I know you can't help yourself, and I don't blame you! However, you also know the rules of Yue City. Now that the matter has come to this, there is no reason to let you go. But Feng San, if you are willing to commit suicide, give me a
Tell me, I will not kill them all."
The rule in Yue City is that there are no rules, the heart must be ruthless and the hands must be sharp. If Feng San is allowed to leave today, then all kinds of people will bully Zhuang Wudao in the future.
Although there is a saying that disaster never comes to the family, but since the Iron Knife Society dared to plan an ambush today, no amount of revenge from Zhuang Wudao would be excessive. Even if the Feng San Man Clan was killed, it would be reasonable in the eyes of the people of Yue City.
As it should be.
However, Zhuang Wudao was in a good mood at the moment, and his thoughts were free and clear, so he didn't mind leaving some trouble behind.
Feng San was silent for a while, his eyes uncertain, and finally he laughed.
"It's about death. No matter whether I die in the hands of the Beitang family or in your hands, what difference does it make? I only hope Brother Crazy Tiger can promise me a thousand pieces of gold!"
Before he finished speaking, Feng San suddenly drew his sword and kissed his neck. Immediately, a cloud of blood sprayed out, splashing three feet away. After a breath, it continued to spray non-stop.
Feng San's body still stood erect. His eyes were as wide as bells, but he didn't look at Zhuang Wudao. Instead, he looked at Wangyun Pavilion.
The most Zhuang Wudao could do was keep his family out of the city safe and sound, but the only one who could keep his family from falling into the dust was Gu Yue's family.
Zhuang Wudao raised his eyebrows slightly, and then his expression returned to normal. He felt a bit sad that the rabbit had died and the fox had died. He and Feng San were actually similar, they were both chess pieces in the hands of others.
It's just that he was lucky and survived. He still had a chance to escape from Yuecheng.
He glanced sideways at Hu Li again, but Zhuang Wudao paid no attention to this person's interest, and also looked at Wangyun Pavilion.
He didn't know who was up there. But he could roughly guess that there must be one or two distinguished figures in the attic, watching the battle from a distance.
After paying attention for a moment, Zhuang Wudao couldn't help but sneer secretly. It's rude to come and go without reciprocating, so Zhuang Wudao took note of this festival!
He raised his right foot, and a stone brick flew into the air. Zhuang Wudao clapped his hand, and the stone brick flew into the air, flying hundreds of feet straight. It hit the chest of Hu Li, who was quietly retreating, and immediately fractured his body.
Minced meat. As the sound of "click" sounded, Hu Li also made no sound, and his body flew ten feet away and landed on the ground.
Zhuang Wudao was too lazy to take care of the rest of the people who survived in the alley. These people were just minions of the Iron Knife Society and the Thunder Dragon Gang. If they were killed today, Shen Quan would probably be able to find another one in just ten days.
Batch. Killing them endlessly will not help.
But in my mind, I heard the voice of 'Yun'er' reminding me: "Look at that man, he has a Void Ring in his hand, which may be of some use to you."
"Void Ring?"
Zhuang Wudao was shocked. He had been famous for a spiritual weapon like the Void Ring for a long time. He could create a separate void to store various things. It could also be carried around, which was extremely convenient.
It is a thing exclusively used by monks. It is much rarer than ordinary spiritual weapons. The difference in value is nearly ten times. Only weapon trainers at the Foundation Establishment level can refine it.
Zhuang Wudao didn't know who the 'that person' in Yun'er's words was. His eyes wandered, and soon he found Mr. Mo Da who was lying on the ground.
Strange to say, everything within two or ten feet of this person was turned into powder. Even the clothes on this person could not be saved and scattered with the wind, revealing his strong body. But it happened that this person was wearing a piece of clothing on his finger.
The black ring is safe and sound.
Zhuang Wudao was more than ten feet away and used the power of capturing the dragon to attract the ring into his hand, then played with it and watched it carefully.
When he was not using pseudo-mystical techniques, the capturing force generated by the Subduing Dragon and Subduing Tiger Fist on his palm was so small that it could only capture such a tiny thing.
I was very excited at first, but after I got it, I felt disappointed. What Mr. Mo Da had in his hand was just a void ring with a first-floor magic ban. The space inside was not even half a bucket. There were only a few pills in it.
Medicine, a stack of talismans, and two scriptures, there was nothing else.
There is also a scratch on the ring. Maybe it was a scrap made by some weapon refiner and was obtained by Mr. Mo Da.
Zhuang Wudao wanted to take a closer look at the elixir talisman, but at this moment, he felt dizzy and his consciousness began to drift.
I couldn't help but be stunned. In fact, my injuries were very minor. Although my strength was exhausted, it was still far from the point where I would run out of energy.
After thinking for a long time, I vaguely understood. The iron arrow that Feng San just shot must be extremely poisonous!
Only because his injuries were extremely superficial and suppressed by the Bull Demon Yuanba body, he did not disperse immediately.
He had just been aroused by the fire power of the Fire Butterfly Technique, and then he relaxed his mind and dispersed all the energy in his body. The poison was no longer suppressed and naturally exploded in full force.
This Fengsan deserves to die!
Zhuang Wudao felt a little regretful, having promised Feng San not to kill him all.
When this poison enters the body, there is nothing strange about it when it is latent. I don't know where this person came from.
At this moment, he could no longer speak. Zhuang Wudao could only feel his heart palpitating. However, at this moment, he could also hear the sound of neat footsteps, accompanied by the sound of the collision of weapons and armor, and they were approaching quickly.
While listening, I could also vaguely hear the shouts of brothers Qin Feng and Ma Yuan.
Zhuang Wudao's tense mind suddenly relaxed, and he knew that his life was probably fine. He was extremely poisoned, and was suppressed by the Bull Demon Overlord. As long as he took the detoxification medicine in time, even if it was not symptomatic, he would still be alive.
It's okay.
Unable to hold on any longer, his whole body went limp and he fell backwards. Hearing the roar of the strong wind, a fragrant wind rushed into his nose, and he was enveloped in a warm and fragrant soft jade.