Three hundred and forty-four town three mountains thirty-seven
Your arms are more important than the sword in your hand. The sword you wield for the first time may go against your will to wield it, but your arms will not. Every sinew, muscle, and bone will do their best when you swing the sword.
Ability, this is what a martial artist really relies on. Whether it is his master Shigong or Zhou Gandang who taught him sword skills, they all said this, the sword in your hand is just a foreign object, and the only thing that truly depends on your life and death is
Those arms that have been with you since you were born.
The will controls the bones to adjust to the appropriate angle, the muscles and tendons expand or stretch greatly, and the nearby muscles are pulled to swell and exert force.
Wei Changpan was once taught to carefully understand this feeling when practicing martial arts. This kind of kung fu is like an embroiderer threading a needle and thread. It is really difficult for a martial artist to open and close, but perfecting the subtleties of the moves is of great benefit.
The Zhang family's battlefield martial arts in Qishan County had to make up for the shortcomings in the sophistication of their moves. Zhang Wu realized this very early on. This realization was the method he thought of to deal with it on the way south to Jiangzhou. Zhang Wu
The fact that the five of them were able to hit the inner holes of three free-falling copper plates at once when they closed their eyes and turned around to draw their guns is proof of this.
There is no doubt that this method of understanding is extremely effective for the disciples of the Zhang family in Qishan County, as evidenced by the fact that Qian Erye Zhou Gandang and others developed martial arts skills as direct descendants, so the original shortcomings have been partially ignored.
pain.
This is not the first time that Wei Changpan has doubted whether his sense of pain is too sharp compared to other martial artists in the same realm. The five senses that have improved along with the martial arts realm should have made him more tolerant.
This is not the first time that he has been injured like this. The wild river at the junction of Jiangsu and Suzhou, the black shop on the cross slope of the big tree, the grassland of the barbarians in the north, the one-man gate in the round city, and the two life-and-death battles on the way south...
.The pain is worse every time.
It is a good thing for a martial artist to have sharp five senses. Practicing this method of understanding is of great benefit to the disciples of the Zhang family in Qishan County four floors ago. However, the pain that doubles as the level of martial arts increases so far is only
Only a few people, including Zhang Wu, knew that Qian Erye didn't even have time to inform Wei Changpan about this problem, so he died in the battle on Songfeng Mountain, and only his soul returned.
Just now, his realm was still low. Mr. Qian could never have imagined that he would benefit so much from the life-and-death struggle. While he rose to the fourth-level realm in just a few years, he would also suffer from the same shortcomings that should have occurred many years later.
Arrive early.
Wu Erlang's punches poured down on his chest, undoubtedly hurting his heart and lungs. Every time he breathed, it seemed as if he was pulling a worn-out old bellows, and the huge pain seemed to tear his chest apart.
The well-trained warrior's physique allowed him to withstand more of Takejiro's punches and kicks, which is something that any warrior in the same realm would be shocked to hear.
We cannot leave it to the elders behind us who have abandoned their family business and moved south.
If Wu Erlang had not been angered, the young military attache who looked very similar to Su Qilian would have suffered more torture, and in the meantime more of them would have died in their futile rescue effort.
The deceased is gone, and those who are still alive must live well.
Wei Changpan looked at Wu Erlang, whose eyes were red and bleeding, and whose face was covered with veins. His heart palpitated and he felt as if he had seen this situation before.
He remembered that it was Qishan County. The prisoner who was possessed by his master Zhang Wu who had his claws broken with a gun had such a ferocious appearance when he was fighting with others. He looked like a normal person on weekdays, but at that time he seemed to be a general.
The restrained demon was released, and Wei Changpan, who was new to martial arts, did not even have the courage to punch when facing each other.
It is undeniable that these secrets are mostly dismissed as side sects by disciples of famous sects.
There is no doubt that the level and killing power of these techniques are rapidly improved, but the shortcomings of these secret techniques will eventually turn people into irrational beasts.
There has never been any precedent for practicing evil and heretical practices to end well.
That evil spirit worships everyone and kills it!
Monsters are monsters. After embarking on this road of no return, do you still want to look back?
Countless righteous words, reprimands and exhortations exploded in Wei Changpan's mind. He looked down at the scrap of iron in his hand and grinned silently.
Fuck you.
....
After being enraged, Takero's punches continued like a tidal wave, and the Jinzhou military attachés who still had fighting ability formed a small formation to resist.
Wei Changpan, who had led the attack earlier, was probably seriously injured. He was protected behind a small formation with two injured people who could no longer stand up, their heads lowered.
The two wounded Jinzhou military attachés were holding light crossbows, trying to locate the figure of the Xiaoyao Mountain King through Wangshan. Their efforts were in vain, but they risked accidentally injuring their colleagues. They desperately wanted to do their best, but they realized that
At this point, they couldn't do anything to help them, so they had to move as far away as possible to avoid being affected by the fighting.
The entire inn groaned under Wu Erlang's fist. Even if this remote inn was built without any jerry-rigged materials, after all, it has been exposed to wind, sun and rain for nearly half a century, and no matter how expensive and strong the wood is, it will inevitably wear out.
Eaten by rats and ants.
What's more, there is Wu Erlang punching crazy in the inn.
The originally inaudible cracks in the main beam of the inn slowly spread across the entire length of the wood. Even if the warriors on the second floor who were fighting with their lives knew about it, they would not care at all.
The only thing in mind is killing the enemy.
....
The body that has not completely aged and the experience of surviving in death for decades prevented the surviving Jinzhou military attache from being defeated too early, but this could only last for a while. Takejiro, who was even more powerful and murderous than before, only wanted to attack
He attacks forward without turning back. Unless it is an attack that uses full strength to go straight to the vital point, he will dodge once or twice. The rest of the time, he can simply use his fists to hit the blade, and the injuries he suffers are only slightly painful.
Itchy, tiny bloody mouth.
It’s not like a martial artist who only takes the path of training his body. Without that breathing machine, he would not be able to withstand such an intense fight for a long time. What’s more, the king of Xiaoyao Mountain in front of him is not tired yet, and they
The arm wielding the knife was already a little numb.
The Jinzhou military attachés are no longer at their peak physical and energetic years. The long period of dormancy has taken a lot of energy from them. If Su Qilian had not made several extremely well-timed attacks that almost cost his life, the rest of them, including Zhang Gu, would have lost their lives.
Four people were already dead or injured.
Zhang Gu is now the leader of this small formation of five people, and he is also the one who has to shoulder the most of Wu Erlang's offensive. At this moment, he realizes how difficult it was for the young man who was half kneeling on the ground with a knife. He had once
Conceited to be a first-class strongman among the Jinzhou frontier military attachés, but his sword power was suppressed by the bandit leader with his fists and kicks.
This was a great shame for Zhang Gu, who had experienced hundreds of battles and made outstanding achievements. The even greater shame was that he was unable to recover his trampled dignity from this bastard bandit leader.
The short sword in his hand collided with Takejiro's fist again. Zhang Gu couldn't believe that what he had just hit was a finger bone instead of a hundred-refined steel. He was sure that the other four people would feel the same way. If Takejiro's flesh took some effort,
It can still cause injuries, but there is no difference between using a short knife to cut through his bones and using it to cut through the three-layer thick forged steel breastplate of a heavy knight. It is a fantasy.
dozens
A 5-pound ax or a Mo Dao that can cut off a horse's head might be the weapons that can cut Wu Erlang's bones, but all they can rely on is the sharp blade of the short knife in their hands.
None of these Jinzhou military attachés were afraid, but they were a little regretful that they didn't have the right weapon in their hands, otherwise they might have been able to chop off the head of the traitor.
Wu Erlang had lost his mind at this time, and he would punch anyone who blocked him, as if he was a wild bull whose head was covered with a red cloth and was only chasing after the fierce bull.
This was an opportunity. The two wounded Jinzhou military attachés raised their already-strung light crossbows without any verbal communication. In an instant, two arrows shot toward Wu Erlang's front door, directly towards the open door in front of him.
The eyes of the King of Xiaoyao Mountain.
The light crossbow modified by the weapons inspector and equipped with three-edged arrows can only cause some flesh injuries to the copper-skinned and iron-bone martial artist in front of him. However, after all, the eyes are the most vulnerable part of everyone. The two people must be saved when attacking the enemy.
I can’t say which one is the best among the choices.
Su Qilian, with his white hair flying around, blocked Wu Erlang's right punch with a backhand knife on his left arm. At the same time, Wu Erlang raised his left fist again.
Blocking Wu Erlang's punch with his chest, he firmly believed that Zhang Gu would not miss such a good opportunity when Wu Erlang's hands were taken away, even if he cut off one of the Xiaoyao Mountain King's arms and poked out one of his eyes, the rest
The person then has a chance to survive. As for his miserable life, it is not a very aggrieved thing to suffer under the fists of such a skilled martial artist.
The mistake caused by his selfish desire killed his brother Paoze. Su Qilian would have killed himself when he was still in the army in Jinzhou. Now if he kills himself, it will only make the people who are still alive die faster, so using such a word
Although there is no way to atone for his sins...
But someone took the punch for him.
Su Qilian could clearly see the man's face, the figure that flew toward him and then fell like a kite with a broken string, and the blood and internal organs splashing in the air.
The next moment he roared like a seriously injured tiger.
While you are hesitating, the lives of more people you care about are slowly passing away under Wu Erlang's fists, and you want to save it all before it's too late.
Just take one step, one step, one step forward.
Demons, heretics.
Everyone gets it and kills it.
A passerby who is about to die of thirst has a sweet spring in front of him, but the spring water contains poison that can kill him.
He is that passerby.
So he climbed to the poisonous spring, scooped up the water with both hands, and drank it all.
This should have been the case a long time ago.
His failing heart began to beat vigorously again, and new power was poured into his blood, muscles, bones, and soul. He stood up and raised the piece of iron in his hand several feet away, and then roared fiercely. Something was there.
As if his eyes were gradually being covered, instead of being frightened, he was a little excited. Whether he had a sword in his hand or not, and how strong the opponent in front of him became trivial matters.
Two men...perhaps two ferocious beasts were fighting each other in the inn.