And Mo Wanqian beat the night three more until he coughed up blood, and here he fought with the great monk in a mountain to the fullest.

The monk who was supposed to cultivate his mind and practice was not focused, and he didn't read a few scriptures, but his skin was sturdy, and he chose a tough way to fight with the other party. It's just that after all, he is still young, not as experienced as the other party, an old guy who has lived for a few years, although he is afraid of being young and strong, but Mo Wanqian has also been immersed in martial arts for many years, and one punch and one kick are self-contained.

Seeing that Mo Wancheng's moves are becoming more and more ferocious, the great monk sits cross-legged on a mountain, not moving like a mountain, his hands are folded and his mouth is reciting, and a layer of gilded brilliance faintly covers the whole body when Mo Wancheng's punch attacks, and the ambilight shines brightly, like the Buddha in the world, and the golden body is dazzling.

As if a fist was hitting an iron plate, Mo Wancheng's fist with the sound of the wind slammed into an invisible wall of air about four feet away from a mountain, making a muffled sound of "tom".

Yishan's body shook, and Mo Wanren's fist strength was even worse.

From this, it can be seen that the two have different cultivations.

Although it is interlaced like the mountain in general, the four realms of Buddhism are different from the seven realms of the martial arts, very different but there are different paths to the same return, tracing back to the source, in the end it is nothing more than the so-called return to the truth of the rainbow soaring to do the heavenly immortals overlooking the world, this Buddhism King Kong compared to the foreign warriors to climb the peak, in the final analysis, there is little difference, but the pseudo peak is also the peak, the state of mind is damaged but Mo Wanqian is also in this realm for one or two decades, the more familiar it is, let this short and fat monk King Kong cover the brilliance of the circulation between the maintenance of the body, The fist wind whirred, and Mo Wancheng, who was hunting in a robe, already had some signs of breaking through.

Reciting the familiar "Heart Sutra" over and over again at the entrance to Buddhism, although the tall and thin monk of Yishui said that he usually fought with himself, a brother who couldn't even tell the master who was big and who was small, like an enemy, he was naturally still worried at a critical time, and when he wanted to help, the vision was suddenly born.

Ye San's qi, which was still coughing up blood until his qi pulse was weak, skyrocketed, and the gloomy sky was a little thicker again, depressed like the calm before the storm, depressed to the point of sullenness.

The mountain rain is coming, and the black clouds are pressing down on the city.

I heard Ye San's roar: "Come on, come on, see if I can reach the peak of your foreign family after refining qi for nine turns."

The thunder rumbles above the nine heavens, the electric light appears and disappears from time to time, and the night three is more like the fireworks in the Zhongyuan Festival, rising from the ground and soaring into the sky, a tornado came into being, as thick as an old tree can not be hugged by one person, when the night three more body swooped down, wrapped in the vast air machine, the first to smash to Mo Wanren.

Imperial Weather.

A group of Wudang disciples or pilgrims who had already dodged dozens of feet away were forced to retreat again by this tornado, and those who couldn't dodge stumbled to the ground and tried to stay away from this earth-shattering strange scene.

The great monk of Yishan, who happened to face this majestic weather, shouted "My mother" when he saw this, and he didn't care about Mo Wancheng's full blow, and ran away. When Mo Wanqian looked back, he was also shocked into a cold sweat, urging the qi to be so thick that it was almost substantial, and he was all over his body, sinking his waist and horses, and his hands were pierced, and he was inserted into the terrifying tornado that rose from the ground.

Have you ever thought that the inner strength is so strong that it is within the reach of manpower? The rolling qi machine was twisted into his arms, and in a hurry, Mo Wanqian had to urge the vigorous energy in his body to keep pouring into his arms, and his feet retreated sharply, and he could pull out his hands.

However, the two tornadoes are still less than an arm's length away from it, Mo Wanqian opened his arms again, clenched his fist with one hand, put it away, shouted violently, and blasted into the tornado with a punch, followed by a "bang" sound like thunder, and the mighty tornado was cut off.

As soon as the tornado dispersed, the fallen leaves, branches, and stones were scattered all over the place, and the dust and smoke were everywhere, and the rest of the zhang could not be seen.

In a hurry, he picked up the night and jumped a few meters into the woods, and the other more than 100 people who cultivated to be high and fled far away, and those who cultivated as shallow as birds and beasts scattered and coughed and fled in all directions.

The sleeves of Mo Wanren's robe rose and fell sharply, and he would be able to see the surrounding environment closely, and he could see the figure flickering, and a fist brought the wind to whistle, coming according to the door in front of his house.

The fist has not yet reached the Gangfeng has already struck, such a fierce momentum makes Mo Wanqian have to play twelve points of spirit, different from the monk just now, not attacking but defending, Buddhism King Kong is undefeated and can't find the slightest flaw. This punch, just this strength can be seen to be coming for the sake of life, how dare Mo Wanqian underestimate the enemy?

The figure on the tip of the toe quickly retreated, and the fist followed close without leaving half an arm's distance, taking advantage of this gap Mo Wanqian twisted his waist sideways, and he also punched out.

With some sneak attack elements, it is impossible for Ye San to attack him unprepared, and withdrawing his fist to defend is a fist collision, and the two of them will be separated with one touch of a move, and quickly hide in the smoke and dust that has not yet dissipated.

In the blur, the two were not far apart, but they were both calm and motionless.

If they fight to the death, there are no tricks at all, maybe they kill with one blow, or they may be like fighting with their skin, as long as they find the right opportunity, they will fight for their lives.

Ye San, who has already guessed the identity of this person, will naturally not be merciful, or will be repentant at this time because of what he did three years ago, and let the other party beat or scold.

It is true that the other party's few shots are not just as simple as beating and scolding. Just like the fatal blow he had just taken advantage of the smoke and dust to disrupt his vision, the other party was also rushing for his own life.

The dust has not settled, it is already better than just now, Mo Wanqi, who was very red when the enemy saw each other, couldn't hold it back at first, and with the force under his feet, he kicked a huge mountain stone that was afraid of a hundred catties towards the third watch of the night, and his body followed closely.

Throw stones and ask for directions.

It's just that this "stone" is a little bigger.

The third night is not to dodge, not to dodge, not to be eight, to carry yin and yang in both arms, and to start with Tai Chi.

As soon as you enter Wudang Mountain, the closer you get to this Taoist ancestral court full of essence of Tianhua and Earth Treasure, Ye San inadvertently shot at the Tai Chi that has been passed down in the world in this Wudang Daomen.

It's not that the class has an axe, it's just that it is in harmony with the qi of this heaven and earth, just like the emphasis on borrowing power in Tai Chi, and using the power of this gate to do it, faintly making Yesan more indescribably transparent.

The vast qi that filled the heavens and the earth came from all directions, blowing wisps of fresh wind one after another, quickly blowing away the dust that had not yet dispersed in this side of the world.

Fuyao.

The qi machine is surrounded, before the huge mountain stone arrives close, the night three watches, who have been three feet from the ground, hold it up, and the hundred-pound boulder rolls in his arms, and draws a perfect arc between turns, and when the two feet land, he is as chic as an immortal, and there is no dust.

The boulder was suspended and rotated in the air, extremely weird, and in the next moment, it collided with Mo Wanren's punch and turned into powder.

Dust and smoke again.

Mo Wanyan's fist continued unabated, directly breaking through the diffuse rubble, hitting the opponent's chest door wide, but stopped a foot away.

It is blocked by invisible energy.

Not an inch.

Mo Wanqi's eyes were sharp, and no matter how strong he was, he still hadn't made a single incent.

Ye San's hands rotated and retreated, and the opponent's fist followed as if being pulled, and then just a light push, Mo Wanqian retreated.

Take advantage of his illness to kill him.

Ye San stepped forward, his hands snaking up his fist like a spiritual snake out of a hole, pinching and pulling back at his elbow, and the other party's mighty fist wind swept his clothes and broke away.

Overcome rigidity with softness, and the subtlety of the end.

did not pursue again, Ye San even pulled the external qi machine of the inner body qi to stop stiffly, his arms bent his waist and sank, but he was the mountain support for the outsiders to practice kung fu.

This move is purely the ability of foreign warriors to boil up their bodies and bones, just like Buddhism King Kong is guarding, and sticking to the mountain is attacking.

It is said that sticking to the mountain depends on training to the highest level, and it can hit the mountain.

The shoulder stopped castration in the next moment, and fell into the palm of Mo Wancheng's hand that had been free.

"Boy, is it true that the Nine Revolutions of the Heavenly Elephant can break through the foreign family and reach the peak?"

Mo Wanren's move to hit the air turned into a fist into a palm, and the five fingers between the palm strength were claws, like an eagle catching a rabbit, tearing towards the night three bigger empty doors.

As early as the shoulder can not be half a minute into the vigilant, the night three more raised his hands to cross the cushion on his chest, lattice on the opponent's wrist.

It was just this change of hands, and the first strength that had just been accumulated collapsed in an instant, and all of them dissipated.

"I've heard for a long time that you've practiced the long-lost domineering, and let's see how many stops you can get under me."

As the words came out, Mo Wanren's palm strength instantly became a few points, his wrist was bent inward, and the back tear turned into an external pull, directly pulling off a section of the robe sleeve.

Ye San was even more shocked by this person's fierce fist wind, opening and closing without revealing the slightest flaw, his shoulders sank and rebounded, and he broke open the other party's palms, and his hands were facing upwards, facing Mo Wanqian with the moon.

Mo Wanqian had already taken precautions, and the eagle claws that ripped off his sleeves quickly counterattacked, and once again slammed into the chest of the third watchman.

This trick encircled Wei to save Zhao and had to let Ye Sangen withdraw, the other party fought with his life, he was not stupid.

The two hands crossed unchanged, pressed down to open the opponent's palm, and the figure retreated, obviously giving up the hand-to-hand grappling with the opponent.

How could Mo Wanqian stop? Immediately afterwards, the offensive followed like a shadow, and the fist shadow and palm wind covered the sky to the night three watches.

After opening up the distance at the moment of retreat, Ye San closed up more unexpectedly, saw the opportunity, did not guard against it, and blasted out with a punch, without any fancy.

One stop and one line.

The fists and fists are opposite, and the energy generated by such a desperate style of play makes a sound of breaking through the air like a firecracker, exploding, and a layer of qi that seems to be there is like a stone thrown into the lake, stirring up ripples, and quickly rippling away.

Mo Wancheng's body only stopped suddenly, but the third night seemed to be invincible, and he was blasted out of the three zhang by a blow, and when he landed, he did not stagnate and rushed forward again, and the speed was even more rapid than before.

Two stops, two lines.

After the confrontation again, Mo Wanqian obviously understood that the opponent was gaining momentum, after all, he smashed his punch in the palm of the opponent's palm, which felt a little sluggish than when he just punched.

This time, he didn't retreat with the trend, and Ye San shook his fist violently with his palm and pulled it into his arms.

Mo Wancheng, who was pressing step by step, really didn't expect such a hand, and preconceived that the other party was accumulating strength to launch the final blow, but fortunately, he was also a figure who had been fighting in martial arts for many years, and Mo Wancheng bent his elbow to press down on the other side.

The third night turned his head sideways and greeted him with his shoulder.

Negative yin and yang, the gas machine flows, and the four or two dial a thousand catties.

Three stops and three lines, borrowing strength.

On the martial artist's fist and foot kung fu, there is a square to practice boxing on the lower plate, and then it is a weapon, and the most headache in practicing fist and foot is the knee and elbow.

This place is full of bones, the best way to attack the enemy, the lethality is very strong, it is really torture to practice, it is said that from the beginning of the practice, you will elbow and knee hit the tree every day, and the tree will be successful.

This trick belongs to the style of Bajiquan, originated in Cangzhou City, Hebei Province, popular in the army, is an authentic killing technique, and can also see Mo Wancheng's mind of life and death.

Knowing the power of this move, although he used his skill to bounce off the elbow blow, Mo Wanqian also made Ye Sangen feel unbearable, and his right arm trembled, like paralysis, reaching his fingertips, and his body was a little shorter.

But he was prepared.

The waist and horse were united, and the night three watchmen threw out a punch, but they stopped less than half an inch away from Mo Wancheng's chest within a few minutes.

Four stops.

Already feeling the fist wind coming, Mo Wanqian changed his palm and pressed down, and the other punch was raised to the opponent's armpit, but in the next moment, he was inexplicable by the attack of Ye Sangen's original success but stopped.

The qi machine was blowing, and Mo Wanyan's punch unexpectedly missed.

Ye San retreated without any fancy retreat, one step at a time, and completely left the range of the fight.

Four lines.

Ready to go.