Hua Xiong's cold hair exploded, and when this voice appeared, he immediately felt a great threat. This allowed Hua Xiong to take most of his attention back from Yun Xian, the half-crippled enemy was not much of a threat, and the master of this sudden attack was his existence worth taking seriously.

At least, Hua Xiong knew very well that he had not been aware of the existence of the other party from beginning to end, and it was not until this voice appeared that he felt the existence of another enemy. This is very fatal, especially now, the wind and rain that swept from the back of his head proved that his premonition was not half wrong.

He no longer sprinted forward, stopping at the end of the ravine, the anger in Hua Xiong's heart was still burning, and the injuries and pain on his body were not at all one millionth in his heart. The wound in the hand of the so-called insect in his mouth is still threatening his life, which is no less than his slap slapping on his face. This is the reason why Hua Xiong is so angry, the anger comes from himself, otherwise he was injured when the Qiang people were fighting, which was much more serious than this, but the anger at that time was not so strong.

Those who made him feel angry died, and those warriors among the so-called Qiang people, who brought him wounds, were finally trampled and killed by him. His tribe, his wife, sons, and daughters have all been turned into visible benefits, or corpses. What Hua Xiong just had to do was to turn Yun Xian into a corpse, as for Lin Doujiu, who was covered by the tea shed, he would not let it go either, and he would only be satisfied if he truly confirmed his death.

But now, the intuition honed on the battlefield clearly reminded him that reason made him make the wisest choice at the moment. He has never been a reckless man, and he will not end up with the enemy, the so-called killing the enemy is to pay the minimum price, so as to kill the other party.

The price in front of us is really too great. There is no rush to vent anger, as long as people don't run, they can be killed, Hua Xiong chose to protect himself.

Turning around with lightning speed, Hua Xiong only had time to cross his arms above his head to meet the incoming attack. In fact, if his sharpness had been a little worse, or if he had been a little slower to react, and had hesitated for a moment, his head would have exploded straight open by now, becoming a splattering mass of liquid.

The strong wind behind his head just now turned around and pressed down on his head. The wind was also violent and strong, making Hua Xiong's cheeks feel like they had been blown by a knife.

Kongwu had a kind smile on his face, but the killer he cast was extremely neat, and his big hand was imprinted towards Hua Xiong's head, and his palm was shining with gold and iron. The big mudra, as the name suggests, is just really printing the big hand.

Buddhism says compassion, and emptiness is also compassion, at least for the people he wants to kill. It is to kill the other party, let the other party come to a matching death, and not feel too much pain, this is his mercy. Let Hua Xiong put down the butcher knife and wait for death, which is based on this reason.

He said that there is reason, that is, the Buddha said that there is reason.

"Bang."

The palm imprint on Hua Xiong's blocked arms did not cause much damage, only a dull sound. Hua Xiong's face turned slightly pale, and he quickly recovered, and his feet sank into the dirt, which showed the strength of this handprint.

so strong that Hua Xiong almost stumbled and couldn't stand on his feet.

The boredom that had disappeared from the chest and abdomen before reappeared, and it flooded in Hua Xiong's body again. This is a small injury, and if you spurt a mouthful of blood, it is still a small injury, what Hua Xiong cares about is not this small injury, but the person who brought the injury.

It was only at this time that he could see the outfit of the visitor clearly, and the shiny bald head undoubtedly occupied Hua Xiong's field of vision. Similarly, Hua Xiong was also extremely confused, not knowing what the hell this bald head was, but this did not affect his idea of unscrewing this bald head at all.

Kongwu was unmoved, the palm that he had been waiting for for a long time did not fail, but it did not bring harm, but he did not feel disappointed at all. Fate comes and goes, if there is fate, he will beat Hua Xiong to death with one palm, and if there is no fate, he will not be killed, everything will follow fate.

However, when talking about fate, Kongwu usually says it at this time when there is no fate, and in other time periods, he doesn't need too much fate. Just like the bandits who were once in the ragged mountain temple, whether they were really destined or not, they died.

Sora had been here for a long time, and he had traveled west for this moment. Huaxiong is the first, Dong Zhuohui is the second, as for why it is Huaxiong, it can probably be called fate. Kong Wu wanted to kill him, so he did it, and even if he couldn't kill Dong Zhuo, he could cut off one of the generals around him first.

Before coming, the emptiness that should be prepared was ready, and those women who were homeless and had no relatives and friends to turn to, he had settled near Chang'an City. For many monks, it is really all about fate, and sometimes there is no harvest. Not for the Empty Enlightenment. What kind of fate he wants, what kind of fate he can have, Kongwu is extremely close to many mountain thieves and bandits, and under fate, he will also have money.

Speaking of which, it's really a bit difficult to be gracious. Anyway, Kongwu felt that these people were too enthusiastic, and for the fate of colluding with him in the dark, they would meet thousands of miles away. Fate is always like this, Kongwu has no way to refuse, so he has to have a good fate with these destined people.

After settling the rescued woman, he came here.

After waiting for a long time, drenched in the rain for a long time, Kongwu really became a rain man, and his whole body was drenched. He became one with the rain and the surrounding environment, just as this day, this earth, this wind, and that rain were no different from them before. There are differences in people, but there is no difference in hearts. People don't move, their hearts don't move, and everything in the world doesn't move. Because he didn't move, no one could perceive his presence.

Now the empty enlightenment people are moved, the heart is moved, the wind and rain are sudden, and the people are killed. Then move until one of the two people can't move anymore.

After one palm, there was another punch, which hit Hua Xiong's heart directly. The name of the fist is Fuhu, after a punch is struck. With a faint tiger roar, mixed with extreme killing intent, it was menacing.

However, other than that, it's a very simple punch, without any changes, it's fast and powerful. It's too inconsistent with its name of the tiger, but the fist of emptiness can really be used to subdue the tiger.

The reason why there is the name of Fuhu now, this name is not taken by Kongwu, it is a fact. His hands, the fists that go out, can subdue the tiger, so it is called the Fuhu fist. He once encountered several man-eating tigers, and if he was a high-ranking monk, he should go and cut the meat to feed the tigers, so that this man-eating tiger could convert to Buddhism.

Emptiness is not a high monk, he is a Buddha, and he does not need to act according to those ridiculous ideas. Compassion is not compassionate, it is all in the heart, between moving and not moving. At that time, Kongwu's heart was moved, so the man-eating tiger was killed by him with his fist, not just one, but four man-eating tigers, and finally had the name of Fuhu.

His Fuhu fist is not something that ordinary people can learn, and they don't need to learn it, they only need to rely on a pair of fists to kill the tiger, so that fist can also be called Fuhu fist. Now anyone, even the most ordinary player, has a weapon at the beginning of the game, and the equipment is all dependent on fighting. Kongwu's weapon is his fist, and the equipment is only a simple monk's robe, he doesn't need any equipment, just have a fist.

If other people are replaced, as long as they can also use their fists to kill the tiger and run away, then their fists can also be called the Tiger Fist. Fuhu fist is not a fist, just a fist, the life and death of people, and the life and death of fierce beasts, and never use any boxing techniques, only the simplest, fastest, most effective attack.

Hua Xiong smirked, and the same punch came, towards Kongwu's fist. This kind of fight is what he wants to see the most, and it is also what Huaxiong has just experienced. It seems that he has seen the scene where Kongwu's finger bones and arm bones are all discounted by him.

"Bang."

The imaginary scene did not appear, and Hua Xiong could not see it.

The two fists struck each other, and the wind spread out from the center of the fist to the periphery. In an instant, the raindrops around Kongwu and Huaxiong were all disturbed, and the rain-soaked robes of the two people, the position of the hem of the bottom, also moved. Their feet were rooted in the earth, and they trampled through two small pits, maintaining the current posture of their bodies shaking for a while, but finally not moving.

His face was flushed, as if it was dripping blood, whether it was Kongwu or Huaxiong. On the foreheads of the two people, there were drops of sweat with the same scorching smell, mixed with the rain. No one chose to retreat, just stood motionless, from the depths of the body, the power was still gushing out, and there was no second way except to completely crush one side.

Hua Xiong's gaze was like an arrow, piercing straight into Kongwu's eyes. But it was empty, because even in this situation, there was no emotion in the eyes of Kongwu, which he wanted to see. There was no murderous intent, no anger, no surprise, nothing.

Hua Xiong's heart is even more angry, and when you find out what kind of enemy you hate even more, it's now. When the enemy doesn't put you in his eyes and doesn't have you in his eyes, that kind of insult is simply impossible to ignore.

Kongwu's fist was very hard, unexpectedly hard for Hua Xiong, and those bone joints were like stone iron. As soon as he hit it, Hua Xiong, who was extremely confident in his fists, also knew that he had met his opponent.

No, no. Hua Xiong immediately denied the idea just now, this bald fist is not a stone, a stone the size of a fist can be smashed with a single punch. It's iron, really iron, that can withstand his full force blow without any tricks.

He felt the pain, the pain from the bones, he had felt it in Yun Xian's fist before, but he hadn't felt it so clearly. It's just that the boredom in the chest and abdomen just now, as well as the stagnation of qi and the blood in the mouth, all show that Yun Xian's fist is not so simple.

That's from the outside in.

Now, then, it's completely different, there is no inside but outside. In the strongest places, they collide with each other and crush each other. Abandon all changes, no skills, only the most basic, physical fitness, strength competition!

For this, emptiness is not false. As a monk, the most important thing he lacks on weekdays is time, and those times that are not lacking are all used by him to temper his body. His arm, from hitting the stone dozens of times a day at the beginning, can now be hit hundreds of times with half the force. Even some stone bars that are not thick enough, under such a long period of exercise, cracks appear on them, and in the end, they are brittle from them.

Arms, legs, he practiced it all like this. What has been built up with time is his bones, which are incomparably hard.

Then there are fists, starting with punching the sandbags, then hitting the walnuts, and then hitting the iron sand at the end. Either way, it's enough to put a player off, not to mention that his training has never been interrupted for a day, rain or shine.

In the end, the achievement of this pair of iron fists hit the tiger, making the tiger scream in pain, and a few more punches, it was also the sound of the extremely hard tiger bones breaking. Hit the trunk of some small trees, and he can also directly hit the trunk!

Sora Wu didn't need any other weapons at all, his body, his fists, were the most powerful weapons. Now that Hua Xiong has chosen to face him in the most powerful place of Kongwu, how can Kongwu refuse? On the contrary, he could not ask for it.

"Drink!"

Both of them let out a deep sigh, and took two steps back at the same time in great understanding, their legs pulled out of the hole with a layer of mud. When he stopped, the foot that exerted his strength sank into the dirt again, and he stepped very deeply.

Rushing out again, the speed is almost the same, and it is the same punch again, hitting the opponent's fist! In the eyes of the two, it seems that at this moment, the fist is the sustenance of the other party's life, as long as the fist of one side loses first, then it is equivalent to death.

"Bang."

"Bang."

"Bang."

Separated, fought again, separated again, fought again. The fists hit each other again and again, and the sound was enough to make many people's hearts tingle, and they felt pain when they listened to it.

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts.

The pain that had been lost for a long time was finally felt from his fist again, and Sora Wu was a little happy. He let go of his fist, his five fingers trembled slightly, and he could feel the sluggishness as he moved.

Looking at Huaxiong on the other side, there is not much difference, they are all the same.

After glancing at each other, they did not hesitate and ran towards each other again. The palm of the hand is clenched into a fist, and the five fingers are deeply embedded in the palm, and the fist of the opponent is hit with determination!

(End of chapter)