Ma San just died.

When the man put on his clothes and went out of the door, everyone woke up as if from a dream, looking at Ma San who was still struggling on the ground, looking at him like a dying monkey, lying on the ground, shrinking his body, spitting blood, his eyes were red and looking in the direction of the door, and the tendons in his forehead were bulging out like a dragon, and his muscles and bones were exposed.

His throat bone was shattered, and he couldn't live even if he had the ability to go to heaven.

"What a ruthless killing technique!"

After a while, someone wiped a cold sweat with empathy.

They saw it clearly from the sidelines, at first the two sides fought just to test each other, looking for each other's flaws, looking at the earth-shattering, in fact, it only represents the strength of each other's strength, which doesn't explain anything.

But the key thing is that Ma San was anxious and revealed the real thing first.

Don't look at the factions in the north and south, there are thousands of kinds of fists, there are many kinds of practice methods, one by one they are hidden, and all kinds of big names are terrifying, once you really want to fight to the death, you won't be able to make a few moves at all. It's like an ordinary handle, before the fight, I put on a posture, keep a face, hide a clumsiness, fight for dozens of rounds, and after the fight, I still have a bow to the wind, sympathizing with each other, but the skin under the clothes is not broken.

Can it be compared?

Kung Fu is a skill tempered by thousands of tempers, Chinese civilization has a long history, Confucianism and Taoism are deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and there is nothing wrong with humility, but many people say "fight for nothing", but those ancestral things, passed down from generation to generation, have all changed their taste.

The word skill is inseparable.

Skills are things on the surface, routines, tricks, and postures, but what is really in the foundation is skill, dexterity and change, which refers not only to what you see in your eyes, but also to the impromptu strain that you can't see, as well as the strength in your hands, breath and eyesight, and so on. Some people blindly pursue skills, and the result is that they become fancy juggling and face-saving things.

So if you really want to talk about life and death, how can it be so troublesome, speed, strength, skill, and even each other's willpower, and strain, compared to these, whoever is smart, who can stand, pay attention to the moment between the thunderbolts.

This is what determines life and death.

Although there are many kung fu practices, there are few that can be used in real fighting.

Some people also sighed, the national disaster is at the head, with the strength of the two of them, they are destined to be the ones who turn the clouds and rain, and they should work together to resist foreign enemies, and they don't want to become a life and death situation.

To be honest, Su Qing is also in danger, if that punch hadn't wiped his face, if he was hit behind him, it would not be Ma San who was lying on the ground.

He first smashed back with an elbow, Ma Sanyi's punch missed, and he was bound to chase after the victory, but this elbow blocked the opponent's offensive, forcing it to change from attack to defense, and blocking, so that Su Qing had room to breathe. Under the ribs is a taboo for martial artists, Ma San is in the air, his right arm has come out, Su Qing naturally will not let go of this opportunity, what is buckled is his weakness, as soon as he buckles, most of the dantian's qi will be discharged, and the strength will be dispersed, and Su Qing will take his life.

During the fight, Su Qing suffered a loss in his dark strength, his arms were oozing blood, and the blood vessels under the skin and flesh were ruptured, hurting his muscles and bones, but injuries were not the same as death.

Ma San's throat bone is shattered, and this one place alone is enough.

One word.

The Gong family, lost.

Gong Baosen looked at the corpse of his apprentice who still had residual warmth, his face was expressionless, Ma San was brought up by him, and he followed him when he was young, the Gong family only had a daughter, in terms of identity and status, Ma San was half a son, the child did something wrong, and he should indeed be punished, but when he died, only he knew what he thought in his heart.

Now not only has he lost face, but now he has even lost his martial arts, Gong Baosen was silent for a long time, and the fan in his hand was rubbed into foam.

swept away the discussions, and the people with different expressions closed his eyelids.

"Put the corpse away!"

After speaking, he didn't want to stay too long, so he gave an order to the disciples of Xingyi Sect and left directly.

"In my opinion, this matter is not over, although Ma Sande's is also a true biography, but the Gong family is famous for its gossip palm, and he also has a daughter, this is the real thing, there are many disciples in the Gong family, and a few people can swallow this breath!"

Uncle Deng, who is older and older, opened his mouth.

"Hmph, the two sides have signed a life and death certificate, if the Gong family breaks the rules, even the last fig leaf will be gone, Gong Baosen will live a lifetime, and he will not be so confused!"

Brother Yong, the big teapot, looked at the corpse that was lifted on the ground with his hands, and his eyes were extremely jealous.

"That kid's kung fu is so evil!"

Jingban talked to the third sister in the people, and said slowly: "That's because the kung fu practiced by people is made for killing, pay attention to hiding ingenuity rather than clumsiness, don't look at the usual talking and laughing, not obvious, once you do it, you are full of killing machines, this is a means that only the masters of Ouchi know before, and it is very powerful." ”

"It seems that this is going to be lively, when Gong Baosen retired in the north, he was with Ma San, and now that Ma San is dead, what is the statement? Hehe, could it be that this Chinese warrior will be handed over to Su Qing's hands, some people want to come out, some people want to retreat, and it is estimated that a lot of people will die! ”

She looked at Uncle Xu of Mu Ne, how famous Taiji Gate was back then, Yang Luchan was known as "Yang Invincible", he had never met an opponent in his life, and he was also famous in the next few generations, but the more it spread to the back, the more he fell into fame.

The old master's family is surnamed Yang, and he got Yang-style Tai Chi, seeing that his eyes fell on him, his cheeks shook, and said: "Don't look at me, that kid doesn't have anything to say in his eyes, it's all fatal work to move his hands, the few who died in the capital, I heard that they were all killed by weapons, and it is estimated that there are still things hidden under his hands, and there is a drop of blood, the fortune teller said that I can live eighty and two, we are only forty-two this year, I don't want to put half my life here." ”

"Then let's see, there will always be people who can't help but come out, and there is not a dead kid from the Eight Pole Gate, can't it be stopped!"

The third sister walked to the footprints that Ma San had stomped out before, landed on the ground, and stomped on the footprints, which were all dead.

"Anyway, we Foshan people don't get involved in this matter!"

A voice rang out.

Following the prestige, but saw a gentle-looking and elegant man walking down, followed by his wife.

Seeing that Ma San was carried away, the man was a little silent and sighed. "The national disaster is at the head!"

When they heard this, the people who were talking about it seemed to remember something and became silent.

"Mr. Ye, are you leaving?"

"I've heard all the songs, why don't you leave?"

Ye Man smiled, took a deep look at the footprints on the ground, and took his wife past everyone and went out.

It didn't take long.

There were singing and dancing, laughter, and music in the golden building, and the lights were red and green, and there was a good place for ecstasy, a hero's mound.

Pedri.

The whole family in the courtyard took advantage of the light overflowing from the main hall, gathered around the table, and looked at the moon.

The table was full of food, and the food was not exquisite, but it was rich.

Until the familiar footsteps sounded outside the courtyard, from far to near, after a while, he saw Su Qing wearing a coat and carrying a sword back, and saw everyone sitting in the courtyard, as if waiting for him, Su Qing couldn't help but be stunned.

"What are you doing here?"

"I think you're really confused, tonight is the Mid-Autumn Festival, talk well, get together!"

Aunt Chen smiled angrily.

"Big night, you carry a sword-"

Suddenly, she paused, her eyes changed, she got up and stepped forward quickly, but she saw the long and narrow wound on Su Qing's cheek.

"What are you doing with this face?"

Su Qing was stunned for a moment, raised his eyes to take a look, and then realized that he found the moon like a silver plate above his head, he wiped his face, and tightened his cuffs. "On the way back, I didn't pay attention to the soles of my feet and fell."

"Oh, such a big thing, what can you do if you have a scar on your face, I'll go get the medicine!"

"It's okay, don't make a fuss, it won't take two days, wait in a hurry, let's eat first!"

After saying that, he still couldn't suppress everyone's nervousness, and when the medicine was applied, he still said it one by one, seeing that the wound was not deep and there was no big problem, so he sat down around the table.

Talking and laughing, everyone sandwiched the dishes, and there were rare more altar flower carvings on the table, and they had a few drinks.

When the moon is in the sky, it is happy.