Jing Chen was already a martial arts master in Kansai thirty years ago, and he joined the Shenxiao Camp twelve years ago, and he is fifty-four years old this year, just because his cultivation is strong and his physical fitness is very strong, so he looks like a forty-year-old person.

He was twenty years older than Nangong, and the number of moves he had learned over the years of practice had far surpassed Nangong's.

If it is another twenty years, Yi Nangong's talent will definitely be far superior to Jingchen.

But she was still too young.

Jiang is still old and spicy, Jingchen has enough background to see the moves, even if Nangong's Tai Chi remnant hand cultivation is so exquisite, but he can still restrain it with a golden snake wrapped around his hand.

Jingchen said that Nangong's growth was too smooth, and she wanted to increase her memory.

Nangong wiped a handful of blood from the corners of his mouth, and said indifferently: "Many people think so, as the only daughter of the leader of the Beiluo Gang, I grew up in the shadow of my father, and I must be able to reach out for food and open my mouth, even if I have a body of cultivation, it will be counted as a great cause of the Beiluo Gang, and the good medicine is sufficient, and it is even attributed to my father's good bloodline." Yes, I didn't have a lot of ups and downs, but it wasn't that smooth. ”

Jingchen listened indifferently to what she said, then took a step forward and said, "Compared with a person like me who wanders the rivers and lakes alone, you are the daughter of a daughter who grew up with a golden spoon in her mouth. ”

Jing Chen's feet paused, but his figure quickly advanced in the next moment, and in a blink of an eye, he came to Nangong's side, and flew up and kicked Nangong.

Nangong's figure was once again as ethereal as a cloud of smoke, and suddenly he came three steps away.

Jingchen didn't stop when he fell into the air, his body rotated, and he kicked it again, Nangong took a deep breath, and suddenly pushed his palm, and his palm stirred the air to form ripples, with a majestic momentum like overwhelming mountains and seas, and pushed on the sweeping kick.

Jingchen actually took two steps back, and a little surprise flashed in his eyes.

Nangong exhaled lightly, stared at Jingchen with a pair of bright eyes, and said, "At least you are still free and can act according to your own will." And me? Oh, my father is only my only daughter, and everyone only thinks that my father favors me and doesn't want to raise me again, but..."Speaking of this, Nangong paused and didn't continue, after all, family ugliness should not be publicized.

But it can already be heard that Nangong Ye only has one daughter, and it seems that it is not his will, but for some reason that he cannot continue to give birth.

Jing Chen heard the meaning, and said with a chuckle: "I see, about twenty-five years ago, Nangong Ye cultivated Yin and Yang to fight each other, and it is said that he went mad and almost killed himself. It seems that although he escaped death at that time, he ruined the lower half of his body, and from then on, Nangong Ye's cultivation was difficult to improve, and his physical condition became worse and worse. ”

Nangong acquiesced to Jingchen's words, and then said: "So my father can only put all his hopes on me, and from the time I was seven years old, I will continue to cultivate until the day he dies." ”

Jingchen's eyes narrowed a little, and there was a hint of admiration in his gaze when he looked at the beautiful and resolute woman in front of him, and a hint of... Commiseration.

Nangong Ye is a bold person, but he is not a good person, and when he purged the gang, his strong wrists made outsiders feel palpitations. Such a strong person, but the lower half of his body was ruined by himself. A man with a crippled lower body is similar to a disfigured woman, and the physical trauma and pain are secondary, and the main thing is the psychological breakdown that follows, which is extremely difficult to heal.

It is enough to imagine how complicated Nangongye's opinion of the only daughter will be after he found that he could not raise again.

There will be love, after all, it is your only blood.

On top of that, it's an indescribable meanness.

Why can I only have one daughter? Obviously, my cultivation is strong, and I am powerful in the Northern Regions, and I should have a full house of descendants, but in the end, I can only have one daughter.

Then put all the burden on you.

Under this distorted and somewhat crazy psychology, how should Nangong's childhood be spent?

Jingchen seemed to see a seven-year-old girl, running in the morning light, covered with sweat, constantly falling and getting up. He was obviously exhausted and had tears in his eyes, but the tall man was still shouting behind him, urging him constantly.

Even if it was a snowstorm, this little girl had to walk in the courtyard, and even if it was a torrential rain, she would jump back and forth in the woods, fall again and again, and stand up again and again.

The tall man was her father, and the whip that kept ringing behind her.

So she has no childhood, no youth, and can only become a female helper of the wind god Xiu Che.

She was so strong, but that little girl was so weak.

Jingchen shook his head, didn't continue to think about it, but asked: "If I'm not mistaken, your father named you Nangong Yang back then, but after he died, you only allowed others to call you Nangong, why is this?" If you hate him, shouldn't you lose your family name along with him? ”

"I'm not very him." Nangong shook his head and said, "It's just that I don't love him either." The blood shed on my body is his, I can be called Nangong, after all, the surname is predestined from the moment I was born. But this word 'yang' is a kind of his personal will, and since he is dead, I will not let his will follow me anymore. ”

"Stubborn." Jingchen put his hand into his sleeve again, and said with a smile: "The old man is honored to hear the story of the Nangong gang leader. ”

Nangong said indifferently: "Being able to play against seniors like you can also benefit me a lot." ”

"It's a pity you don't have a future." Jing Chen's eyes became indifferent again, and he said, "After I kill you, I will also help you seal this story." ”

"Thank you for your kindness, but I don't need to."

Doesn't it need to be sealed?

Of course not, it's just that dead people can't speak, so naturally there is no need for him to keep secrets.

Jingchen heard the meaning, snorted coldly, stepped on it, and suddenly the originally hard ground seemed to turn into a river, and Jingchen's whole person sank in an instant.

Mountain Dragon King Jingchen, to be precise, he is a demon warrior, although he only knows a little earth spell, but he uses it very exquisitely, and he walks through the mountains as if he were walking on the ground. He also learned the method of holding his breath, and it was extremely difficult for ordinary people to detect his location underground.

Over the years, I don't know how many people who were originally powerful or strong in martial arts were ruthlessly killed by Jingchen with the Escape Technique.

Jingchen walked away, and only Nangong's figure was suddenly left in the field.

Jingchen is underground, and he doesn't know when he will burst into a thunderous blow.

Nangong looked at the ground around him vigilantly, his nerves were tense, but he couldn't sense Jingchen's breath at all, and he didn't even have the sound of the earth moving.

Standing in the field, Nangong only felt a chill in his heart, like a hanging knife in his neck.

But after a while, Nangong was overflowing with a trace of cold sweat on his forehead.

Nangong took a deep breath and calmed down.

In the next moment, the ground behind her broke, and Jingchen suddenly appeared, smashing into Nangong's back heart with a punch.

Nangong's figure was blurred, and the smoke cloud was launched, forcibly flashing three steps away.

And Jingchen didn't spare his hand this time, he quickly followed, and suddenly kicked Nangong in the back.

Boom, Nangong's figure staggered, and he took three steps back, but Jingchen had already caught up again and swept in with one foot.

Nangong raised his arms to block his chest, but he was still beaten back two steps by this blow.

Jingchen was unforgiving, and followed again, and his long legs swept out a phantom and kicked towards Nangong.

Nangong barely defended, but Jingchen attacked continuously, not ready to give her any time to breathe.

Jingchen's legs were getting faster and faster, with a strong wind, and the naked eye couldn't catch the trajectory at all, and could only hear the harsh sound of the air being torn at high speed.

Such a rapid kick, but every blow has the power of breaking gold and gravel.

Nangong could only keep parrying, and every time she retreated, a scratch would be drawn under her feet, but it was just a blink of an eye, and she had already received more than twenty kicks.

Her clothes were torn, her arms were blue, and blood was spilling from the corners of her mouth again.

Boom!

A kick slashed like a dragon's tail, piercing through the air and making a dull sound like a war drum, and then fell heavily on Nangong's chest.

Nangong's body flew upside down and smashed into the ground five meters away, and the earth suddenly sunk down to a depth of one meter!

Jing Chen paused his offensive at this time, let out a long breath, he put his hands into his sleeves, looked indifferently at Nangong who had fallen in the pit, and said: "Yanyun Step is a superb footwork, which has extremely high requirements for physical toughness and softness, so not only does it require cultivators to be extremely talented in this aspect, but they must also start cultivating hard from a young age. But unfortunately, this trick is not everything that can be avoided, no matter how good the flexibility of the body is, it is impossible to pull your body infinitely. What's the use of you just being able to dodge a blow? ”

Jing Chen directly broke the key to Nangong's defeat, this smoke cloud step looked amazing, and it could make the body blur and dodge instantly.

But in fact, the user pulls his body with force and moves a few steps away.

It sounds simple, but it is very difficult to do this in a very short period of time, because when you forcibly displace, your body will be in a state of 'twisting', and if a person with poor physical flexibility uses this trick, I am afraid that they will directly tear out their ligaments and twist their joints.

Even if Nangong was already proficient in the use of Yanyunbu, she couldn't use it continuously indefinitely, so even her body couldn't bear it.

And Jingchen took the underground raid as the first move, first forcing Nangong to use Yanyunbu, and then pressing step by step, not giving her any room to fight back.

Nangong fell to the ground, a large amount of blood spilling from his mouth. Jingchen's continuous kicks were enough to break the steel, and the last kick was like an elephant's hoof, enough to tear the earth apart.

Nangong's chest ribs were broken, her hair was messy, her clothes were ragged, and she looked very miserable, but her eyes were still bright.

In the distance, a beast was knocked down by members of the North Luo Gang, and let out a painful and unwilling wail that resounded through the gladiatorial arena.

Jingchen didn't pay attention to the surroundings, just stared at this beautiful woman, and asked, "What are you still insisting on?" ”

Nangong staggered to his feet and chuckled: "I have been domesticated as a beast in that cage for thirty years, and I have survived under his shadow every day, until today I finally have the opportunity to step on my own stage, how can I die so easily?" ”

Nangong was laughing, laughing a little wantonly, a little indifferent, and a little tragic.

The thunderous kick that had just fallen on her hurt to the bones, but it didn't hurt as much as the whip that had been whipped on her when she was young.

Nangong has been beaten by those whips for nearly thirty years, what is this series of kicks?