Chapter 58: Practice with robbers (thanks to Wan who raised Xiaolongnu
"Zhuo Mufeng, you are seeking death!"
"The surname is Zhuo, we in Shihou Village are not easy to bully, brothers, come together!"
If it were an individual person, these robbers would of course go first, but there were many people in the group, and they couldn't stand Zhuo Mufeng's arrogant face, so they all rushed forward one by one.
Bang bang bang...
Using the perfect Bai family swordsmanship to the extreme, Zhuo Mufeng suddenly jumped back and forth, suddenly moved left and right, and sometimes thrust straight with his sword. All these changes were at his fingertips, and he easily knocked down the dozen bandits at the front to the ground.
The force from behind is even more urgent.
Under normal circumstances, even a fifth-level Vajra warrior would not dare to fall into the encirclement of dozens of people, but at this time, Zhuo Mufeng's blood was boiling, and he did not retreat, but faced him directly.
Spears, sticks, and even machetes were coming from all directions. Zhuo Mufeng got into the crowd and used sword moves or kick skills. His weapons were held up, and he hit the enemy with his fists. Bandits kept screaming in pain and fell at his feet.
"Good guy, does this kid want his life?"
Hu Lai's eyes flashed.
Ten.
Fifteen.
Twenty.
When a total of twenty-six robbers fell to the ground, the rest finally calmed down and scattered.
Zhuo Mufeng knew that he could not be surrounded, otherwise he would punch the old master to death, and he would really fall here. He quickly entangled one of them, kicked him away, and ran away.
"Stop, do you want to run away after beating someone?"
"What a true gentleman. He is a stinky hooligan. Don't run away if you have the guts. Stop him quickly."
Although the robbers were very skilled, their pace was nowhere faster than that of Zhuo Mufeng, who had practiced Shadowless Kick, and they were more than ten meters apart in one go.
At this time, Zhuo Mufeng deliberately slowed down, kicked several people over with his carbine, wounded several people with his long sword, and then walked away again.
"You guys are bullying others, but Zhuo doesn't care about you. He's just a one-on-one challenge."
Zhuo Mufeng shouted loudly.
This was repeated several times, and the robbers were so angry that they were shaking all over. They had seen shameless people, but never seen such shameless people so confident. They talked big words without even blushing.
After chasing for thousands of meters, until Zhuo Mufeng disappeared, the robbers returned with low morale.
At this time, Xiang Guang's other five capable generals were already standing at the gate of the village, their faces looking as gloomy as possible.
"Carry the injured brothers back and apply Yunnan Baiyao first."
A man with small eyes ordered.
Someone reminded in a low voice: "Second Village Master, Zhuo Xiaozi's sword is rusty. White medicine alone won't work. I'm afraid I'll need a few shots of tetanus."
The man with small eyes twitched his face and shouted: "There hasn't been any fat meat coming to the door recently. Where does the money come from in the village? Let brothers remember it first."
Seeing the displeasure on everyone's faces, the small-eyed man shouted: "Zhuo Mufeng, I remember you, it's best not to let me see it, otherwise I will cut off your head to avenge my brothers!"
After swearing happily, the small-eyed man was about to return. The third child beside him grabbed him and said excitedly: "Second brother, I'm back."
Zhuo Mufeng, who had escaped without a trace, suddenly walked out of the woods and rushed here again.
The small-eyed man's face turned purple. Seeing that everyone was looking at him without moving, he had no choice but to grit his teeth, pick up the 1.5-meter-long sword, and rush forward. He swung it in a round shape and then cut it with a rainbow-like momentum.
"flaw!"
At this moment, Zhuo Mufeng slowly entered a strange state. The long sword swept across, and with the help of his arm, the sword passed around from the other side, forcing the small-eyed man to retreat.
With a move of Zhuo Mufeng's arm, the long sword pierced the opponent's right chest cleanly.
"Is your swordsmanship better than before?"
Hu Lai, who was watching the battle from a distance, had his eyes shining brightly.
Many people think that perfection is the highest level of martial arts. In fact, it is not. Above perfection, there is a state of transcendental transformation!
Only those who have dabbled in this realm have truly mastered the essence of a martial arts and can maximize the power of this martial arts.
It's just a pity that the requirements for a person's qualifications in the realm of transformation are too high. If you are not one in a million with the understanding, it is difficult to understand the mysterious and mysterious feeling.
Among the top three masters in the martial arts world, only a few have mastered martial arts to perfection, and those people are all among the best.
Although Zhuo Mufeng's swordsmanship is only at the two-star level and has not reached the realm of transformation, there are already signs of it.
Hu Lai really wanted to curse three times. How could such a shameless person be favored by God?
In fact, Zhuo Mufeng's qualifications are indeed good, but they are definitely not as good as Hu Lai thought. Just because the orange villain in his mind is at the level of transformation.
It means that Zhuo Mufeng has mastered the essence from the beginning, and what he has to do is to completely integrate this essence into his body through battle after battle.
The injured man with small eyes didn't care about his face. He retreated in succession: "Are all of them blind? Why don't you come up and help!"
Everyone rushed up.
Zhuo Mufeng was more courageous than before, and he realized that only by experiencing dangerous situations appropriately could he accelerate his understanding of martial arts, advance instead of retreat, and rush into the crowd brazenly.
However, he did not fight against the five village leaders, but chose others to attack.
While resisting chaotic attacks from all directions, while continuously repelling the enemy, Zhuo Mufeng's mind seemed to be connected with the long sword, entering a state of emptiness and clarity.
So much so that he himself never noticed that the energy he spent on defeating his opponent was decreasing.
This time Zhuo Mufeng knocked down thirty-two bandits. When he was kicked on the back, he regained consciousness and immediately broke through the siege without launching a third raid.
Returning to the resting place, he ignored Hu Lai's strange eyes and recalled the previous battle alone, while nibbling some dry biscuits to recharge his batteries.
Early the next morning, Zhuo Mufeng went to invite him to fight again.
The location of the cottage was easy to defend but difficult to attack, which also made it difficult to set up an ambush, giving him the confidence to advance and retreat calmly.
The bandits also knew that Zhuo Mufeng was difficult to deal with. Not long after this time, a man with hands longer than his knees and a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks came out after hearing the news. He was none other than the eight-armed monkey Xiang Guang, the leader of the Stone Monkey Village.
"Zhuo Xiaoxiao, you have injured dozens of my brothers. If I don't cut off your limbs and torture you every day, I will not be worthy of being the king of Stone Monkey Mountain!"
Xiang Guang is very angry. There have been few business travelers coming to Shihou Mountain recently, and he is preparing to move the village. As a result, so many people have been injured, which will inevitably delay the process greatly.
When he woke up from his nap yesterday and learned of the situation, he slapped one of the men on the spot and gave him a concussion.
"I'm afraid you can't beat me."
Zhuo Mufeng said calmly.
These words made Xiang Guang so angry that he immediately killed him.
His weapon was an eyebrow-level stick. As he swung it, a strong wind came first, picking up the fallen leaves on the ground and giving Zhuo Mufeng a strong sense of oppression.
He is worthy of being a true first-level warrior. With this move, he knows that Xiang Guang's strength is far superior to the others in the village.
Zhuo Mufeng concentrated and observed the opponent's movements. When the two sides were five steps apart, he suddenly drew his sword and stabbed out.
At this time, his strength is far greater than before. If he were exchanged with himself in Chunfeng Tower, he could kill Li Gang with one sword.
However, Xiang Guang obviously knew the depth of Zhuo Mufeng and did not dare to be careless. He raised the stick with both hands, brought up the roaring wind, and slammed it on Zhuo Mufeng's head.
Boom!
Under the influence of internal force, Zhuo Mufeng staggered back, swinging his body like a dragon, and rushed forward forcefully, transforming into several sword flowers in the process.
Xiang Guang only practiced one-star martial arts. He did not engage in close combat with Zhuo Mufeng. He only slashed horizontally and vertically, suppressing him with absolute power, and gained the upper hand.
But he didn't expect that it was this forced state that made Zhuo Mufeng aware of the influence of different forces on swordsmanship, and he constantly touched the realm of transformation in each confrontation.