At the entrance of the deserted village, this was a blow that Monk Tunyun could never have imagined. It was unexpected and came unexpectedly, as if he had fallen into a premeditated trap.
As the old man punched with one hand, the wind of the punch roared in an instant. At the first moment, he only saw that simple punch, swinging it out, amplifying it, forming a vortex...
In the eyes of Ning Yi and others, the old man just tilted his head slightly and punched Monk Tunyun. The vortex that sounded next was not caused by the old man, but Monk Tunyun who suddenly punched him in the first place. Shrinking his body, his body and cassock seemed to form a whirlpool-like depression in the old man's fist, and the huge robe sleeves rolled up with a sound. Then he flew back two or three feet away.
He is highly skilled in martial arts and is especially famous for his Qing Kung Fu. The soles of his feet didn't seem to move much this time. His whole body was just stimulated by the wind of the fist, but it flew two or three feet away like an electric shock. He even danced with a blast of breaking wind. The sound. In terms of pure viewing, it was many times more powerful than the old man's sideways punch. But he retreated to the wall of a mud house three doors away and stopped, his expression changed. Ning Yi might not understand at this time. The old man's powerful boxing skills were clearly visible on everyone's faces. They clapped softly and said, "What a great Qing Kung Fu." Hong Ti smiled slightly.
Compared with Ning Yi's slightly narrow words at this time, the faces of the people over there were solemn. Some were puzzled and some were horrified. Although Ning Yi spoke in such a low voice, his heart was actually the same as the faces of the people over there, confused by this sudden change. The identity of the old man who appeared. He was actually starting to feel bad at this time. However, the old man had not yet targeted him. With that punch, the old man had turned around.
"Lu Wenhu." I heard him say, "You are really becoming more and more careless, and you have actually started to associate with these gangsters!"
Lu Wenhu frowned and looked solemn. Beside the earthen house, Monk Tunyun was still saying: "What are you..." but a name that flashed across his face immediately made him react, "Iron..." Who are you……"
"Monk Heng Tunyun, I have seen your name on the wanted notice of the government here. Since we are destined to meet you, I will eliminate you for the sake of the people here."
The old man spoke, retracted his palms and turned, clenched his fists, and took a step. Everything seemed as normal as a cloud and a breeze, but with this step, everything suddenly became different.
The two or three feet of distance passed by in one step seemed to be an extremely ordinary scene, and then a punch was thrown towards Monk Tunyun with a calm attitude. Not many monks could stand firm in the face of this punch. In his spare time, his body danced and swayed wildly, as if he had changed into five or six different body shapes in an instant, but like a mosquito flying desperately at the muzzle of a cannon, there was another bang, and this punch hit the iron cassock, and instantly , the soil splashed from behind, and Monk Tunyun squeezed out between the fist wind and the wall of the earthen house. His body was like a loach, but the mud brick wall was squeezed into a piece.
He squeezed out, and in a flash, he grabbed another companion from a distance of more than ten feet and pushed it towards the old man in blue robe. But with a bang, the old man came right in front of him and grabbed his big hand. There was a loud noise from the side, and he was swallowed by the clouds. The warrior who was pushed out was knocked away by the old man with a punch, and he crashed directly into the earthen house next to him. This house was already in disrepair, but when Monk Tunyun was squeezed from the back and hit again, it collapsed with a rumble. Go down. The old man next to you and Monk Tunyun have been fighting each other for several times. The monk wearing a large monk's robe kept retreating and waving his sleeves with his fists wildly to fight back, but every time he was hit by the old man's single arm or simply hit him. His defense was broken with just one punch. But he was also a master, and every time he was knocked away, he immediately changed his moves to fight back, matching his steps to retreat, using fast to hit slow. It seemed that he did not suffer the same embarrassing loss just now.
This situation only lasted about five to six breaths.
Ning Yi hadn't yet understood the specifics of the entire situation and the superiority of the two sides. He only heard Monk Tunyun shout: "Zhou Tong! You are going too far -"
Ning Yi had an idea in his mind. Only Zhou Tong with iron arms could match the identity of the old man in front of him. After saying this, Monk Tunyun retreated again, grabbed a round of stone mill and smashed it towards Zhou Tong.
In the past, Zhou Tong waved his palm and pushed, sending the stone mill flying into the nearby earthen wall. At the same time, Monk Tunyun stepped a little closer, and Zhou Tong coldly snorted: "I want to leave!" and stretched out his hand to grab it.
Monk Tunyun had just jumped up. Zhou Tong's palm grabbed his monk's robe. In the smoke and dust of the fallen earth wall next to him, the two waved their hands to each other two or three times. Ning Yi heard a bang and a figure.
He was knocked out of the air, rolled to the ground, vomited a mouthful of blood, got up and ran away.
The cassock was still in Zhou Tong's hand. Monk Tunyun, who had escaped from his golden cicada shell, jumped over a waterway outside the deserted village, rushed onto the deserted fields, and ran wildly. Perhaps because he felt that the danger was not eliminated, he did not even say a word.
.It was also the first time for Ning Yi to see someone who could run so fast.
Zhou Tong frowned and threw away the iron cassock, walked a few steps, picked up a broken stone from the ground, and threw it at the Monk Tunyun who was running in the distance. The stone whistled in the wind, and the cannonballs
Generally, it crossed a distance of hundreds of meters and hit the figure in the back. Monk Tunyun spit out a mouthful of blood and rolled five to six feet among the wormwood in the field. Then he got up again and ran towards the distance.
Behind Ning Yi and Hong Ti, the middle-aged man who was on the same road as Zhou Tong seemed to want to chase him, but in the end he did not catch up. Seeing the other party running into the mountains and forests, Zhou Tong put his hands behind his back and shook his head.
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After a moment of silence, Zhou Tong looked at Ning Yi and Hong Ti again. Lu Wenhu and others tentatively handed over their hands: "Zhou, Senior Zhou, could it be that I came here this time... Why I came here has nothing to do with you. Don't ask me again."
Let me see you hanging out with those evil people, let’s go!”
After saying these words, Lu Wenhu and others left quickly as if they had received amnesty. Ning Yi felt a little unhappy. The Hong Ti beside him was said to be a master and not well-known, so these guys came to kill him desperately. Zhou Tong was also the one.
The Grand Master has the reputation of being the best in the world. When he fought Monk Tunyun alone, Lu Wenhu didn't dare to take action. With such courage, he still wants to be the leader of the alliance. What a joke!
If we were to siege, there might be a chance...
Thinking like this in his mind, although Ning Yi could not objectively evaluate Zhou Tong's skills, he had been famous for many years and his reputation was well-deserved. When he just beat Monk Tunyun, he almost punched like a mountain, and every punch was crushing.
It seems that Monk Detunyun's aura that strong men cannot avoid is probably even higher than that of Hongti. And as everyone left, a certain feeling became clear from the bottom of his heart, making him involuntarily feel his thighs
Musket position on one side.
Soon after, that feeling came true.
The old man put his hands behind his back and looked here. When he spoke again, he no longer had the arrogance he had when he faced Lu Wenhu and his gang: "Ning Rentu, Miss Lu, and I, Zhou Tong, passed by here today and were ordered to take the lives of two people."
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"I should have known I should have besieged you with everyone..." Ning Yi sighed, "An order from the Taiwei Mansion?"
Zhou Tong originally kept his eyes on Hong Ti, but after Ning Yi said these words, he looked at Ning Yi: "As expected of the inner demon..." He turned his eyes back to Hong Ti and smiled.
"So... Miss Lu, please come and receive my three punches."
When this great master said this, he didn't have much arrogant pressure or voice-over. Hong Ti, who was watching Zhou Tong's action, also had calm eyes. At this time, he nodded and handed the long sword in his hand to Ning.
Yi: "Okay.
Ning Yi took the long sword and looked at her expression carefully, but couldn't see much. When Lu Hongti walked forward, Ning Yi bowed his hand to the middle-aged man in blue shirt who walked over: "Senior
good."
The middle-aged man also smiled and bowed his hand to Ning Yi: "Hello, Mr. Ning." Ning Yi thought that this man might be a servant, but then he realized that he might be Zhou Tong's domestic servant who had been with him since he was a child.
Just follow, and masters like Zhou Tong will become masters by the age of forty.
Ning Yi was thinking about what to say next, but the middle-aged man came closer and said with a smile: "I wonder how Mr. Ning knew that the order came from the Taiwei Mansion?" Ning Yi had a kind attitude and shook his head: "Recently.
That's why we ended up with this problem. Maybe there was too much movement in Liangshan... You think, three punches should be fine, right?"
He was making insinuations just to ask what would happen next. The middle-aged man smiled, but shook his head: "This...it's hard to say. Mr. Ning also needs to be prepared."
At this time, Hongti walked to a place five or six feet away from Zhou Tong, clasped his fists and bowed. Although it seemed quite solemn, it was not as overwhelming as described in ordinary novels. This grandmaster battle seemed extremely simple, after all, it was
This is not a world where masters are so energetic when they fight. Just hearing what the middle-aged man said, Ning Yi suddenly changed his expression: "Are you kidding... Monk Tunyun also took more than three punches?"
, then we have to take the sword..."
Before he finished speaking, Hongti over there made a posture and stepped out. Zhou Tong no longer had his hands behind his back. He smiled and moved forward. When he moved, Hongti also suddenly exerted his strength and approached. Five
At a distance of ten feet, the two figures suddenly rushed together. In that high-speed sprint, Ning Yi vaguely felt that Hong Ti's figure was walking like the steps and posture of Tai Chi, but the speed was many times faster.
To attack, Zhou Tong stepped forward with a lunge and punched out. The punch was directed downwards and aimed at the opponent's lower abdomen. This was considered the most formal punching method.
With a bang, Hong Ti's palm pressed down, and the huge force sank into the ground. Ning Yi saw Hong Ti's figure dwarfed, as if pressing Zhou Tong's fist to guide the power downward. Under the feet of the two people, the loess
There were even ripples of dust on the ground. Ning Yi could see Zhou Tong's movements clearly, but he couldn't see Hong Ti's movements clearly. However, after releasing his force, Hong Ti's body suddenly rose up with a bang, like
Using the strength of his shoulders, he directly knocked out the number one man in the world in front of him. Dust rose up and Zhou Tong's body was knocked out. Hong Ti turned around, took a weak step, and opened his fists. At that moment, there was something like
The sassy sense of sight of "Chunli" from later generations.
Ning Yi seemed to have seen a miracle. He had no idea that Hong Ti's martial arts had reached this level. When he faced Zhou Dong with a punch, he was knocked back. It's just that he couldn't get over his joy and shock.
Well up in the throat, Zhou Tong's laughter could be heard in the ears.
"OK--"
That hahaha was still made by Zhou Tong while he was flying back, and then he suddenly shouted "Okay", but it was like a thunderous roar. As Zhou Tong's figure retreated and advanced, it suddenly swept over Ning Yi's ears.
The roar in the middle expanded, and at the other end of the field of vision, Zhou Tong, after being knocked back, moved straight forward and punched Hong Ti with both fists.
The punch was heavy but silent.
Hong Ti sealed her hands and held the position for only a moment before her body flew into the air behind her, spurting out blood and rolling to the ground.
Ning Yi's mind went blank for a moment. He never imagined that the battle between the two would begin and end in an instant. Only then did the voice of the middle-aged man next to him completely reach Ning Yi's ears.
"The older my master is, the deeper his cultivation is, but his body cannot keep up with his cultivation after all... When he reaches his peak, he can only throw three or five punches at most, but these three or five punches are probably not available in the world.