In the stone chamber, muffled thunder rolled.

Sun Heng stepped on the earth, wearing a heavy Xuanbao robe weighing 400 catties, clenching his hands into fists, shaking his shoulders and splitting down.

The wind howled, and it was swept away like a giant hammer and smashed down on the bluestone ground below.

Turning sideways, twisting his hips, turning his fist into a palm, the palm wind whistling, like a huge wave, poured into the mountains and seas, and overwhelmed the torches that were more than ten meters away.

This is a huge stone chamber, ten feet long and wide!

In the huge stone room, only the candle flame was burning, and Sun Heng stood alone in it, which should have been spacious and vast.

But that's not the case!

Sun Heng, who was slender and not too burly, stood in the stone room, but like a giant standing in the sky, every move made the huge stone room tremble slightly.

In the field, he moved slowly, but his gestures seemed to drive a mountain.

With a stomp of the foot, the earth rumbled.

With a shake of the hand, the wind howled like thunder.

His figure seemed to overwhelm the huge stone chamber, and his body stood up, like a mountain peak rising from the ground, towering into the clouds, and the momentum obscured the sky.

Pressing down with one hand, it was like the sky falling, and dozens of torches spread throughout the stone chamber bowed their heads in unison.

The falling palm was shocking, and it was just to the sun, but with a flick of his wrist, it turned into a gentle finger wrap around it, and it was extremely soothing and scattered around.

And the flame that pressed down also twisted and deformed, like a spiral, like a sharp arrow, and so on.

Sun Heng's every move drove the airflow in the entire room, and the invisible force, along with his movements, filled the entire stone room.

If anyone who is proficient in boxing sees this, he will definitely be terrified.

This is the supreme realm of refining martial arts into the bone marrow, integrating artistic conception into boxing, and penetrating the strength into the mysteries!

If you practice boxing to such a level, you can already turn decay into magic!

Even if it is an ordinary boxing technique, in his hands, he can have otherworldly power!

The strength of the martial artist is often said to be subtle, and it has turned into idleness, and there is no flaw between gestures!

"Buzz ......"

At some point, the Cloud Dragon Treasure Knife in the corner of the stone chamber began to tremble slightly.

The blade of the knife collided with the bluestone, making a small cracking sound.

"Peng!"

Sun Heng in the field stepped on his feet, turned into a claw with one hand, and stretched out suddenly.

"Here comes the knife!"

"Huh!"

The Cloud Dragon Treasure Knife jumped out of thin air, turned into a straight line, and threw it straight into Sun Heng's palm.

"Zheng ......"

The long knife shook softly and roared, as if it was expecting something.

"Ding......

There was a soft sound, and the long knife touched the void.

The slowly swaying figure in the field shook suddenly, and the residual image remained in place, and Sun Heng had already come to Sanzhang away!

The figures flashed one after another, and he seemed to have turned into a phantom when he was still swallowing mountains and rivers just now.

The body style changes, silently, the rabbit rises and falls, the speed is unpredictable, and the heavy Xuanbao clothes weighing hundreds of catties seem to be weightless at this time.

The long knife danced, the cold light flickered, and some figures could be seen at the beginning, and then the more the dance became more and more urgent, only to see a cold light, the knife light was full of light, and there were no figures.

The shadow of the knife was like snow, rolling back and forth in the stone room, the light and shadow getting faster and faster, and finally bringing out the wisps of white lines around it.

It was the wind line condensed by the strong wind.

It's not a real thing, but it can cut iron and cut gold!

As the long knife danced more and more urgently, the wind line became more and more, denser and denser, and finally danced back and forth around the knife light like a silk willow.

"Hiss ......"

The sound of the wind was strange, not as the huge waves just now, but where the wind line passed, the hard bluestone ground was immediately marked with subtle cracks.

"Boom ......"

At a certain moment, there was a sword shadow in the field, and a white light shot out like a meteor several feet away.

It's so fast, and after it stays, there's an afterimage that lingers in the void.

"Thorny ......"

The piercing sound sounded in the stone room, and the long knife was a long distance from the stone wall, but there was a deep knife mark engraved on it, several feet deep!

Slash against the wind!

"Hoo ......"

Like a breeze blowing, the long knife flashes continuously.

The sword light, splitting the remnant wind, flashed in an instant, and countless knife marks had densely appeared on the stone wall several zhang wide.

Knife marks, uncountable!

Dancing in the wind!

"Ding......

There was a soft sound from nowhere, Sun Heng's body moved, and the long knife in his hand suddenly disappeared.

Only seven cold rays disappeared in a flash.

A candle flame far away suddenly froze, and the flame stopped shaking.

"Peng!"

There was a bang, and the torch burst on the spot.

Seven kills against the wind!

Putting away the long knife, Sun Heng exhaled a long breath, and the sharp knife intent up and down his body was all gone, and his eyes gradually became indifferent, as if the momentum of regretting the sky and the power of cutting the wind just now were just an illusion.

Four years!

Today's Sun Heng is over twenty years old.

The body has grown slightly taller, and the skin has become slightly yellow due to the exercises, revealing the meaning of archaicism.

There is a beard on his chin, and his face is not green, only his eyes are still the same as four years ago, and he has not changed his original intention.

In the past four years, he has gathered in many ways, looking at the various body refining martial arts that have been circulated in Chen County.

Fists, palms, legs, elbows, swords, guns, halberds, axes, knives and forks, no matter how high or low the level of martial arts, as long as he can get it, he will practice it one by one on his body.

The incomparable physical talent and profound martial arts cultivation allowed him to master his martial arts skills in one day and integrate them into the bone marrow within seven days.

Hundreds of martial arts, all kinds of exercises, Sun Heng practiced day by day, day long, hoping to find a path suitable for himself.

I don't know when, when Sun Heng was practicing boxing, his heart suddenly moved, and all kinds of exercises were instantly integrated, and what he had learned in the past was like gurgling water, all of which were integrated into the flesh.

Since that day, his fist has changed and gone up to the next level.

Now looking back at those body refining exercises, the subtleties, disagreements, and flaws are all in the eyes, and they can be seen at a glance!

Ten thousand laws are at a glance, and the strength is through the mysteries!

Since then, Sun Heng's physical melee combat has stepped into the supreme realm that countless martial arts practitioners dream of!

As for the knife technique!

The sluggishness of the perception of internal qi and the integration of the exercises allowed Sun Heng to embark on a path that was completely different from others.

A phrase from a past life comes to mind.

The world's martial arts are invincible, unbreakable!

Since you can't achieve all kinds of subtle changes in the external release of internal qi on the outside, why not just pursue a little?

That's fast!

It's so fast that the opponent can't react, it's fast to the limit, let your strength change, I'll break it with a knife!

Since then, he has changed the seventeen styles of chopping the wind to seven styles, and now, there are only three styles!

Standing in the stone room, Sun Heng exhaled slowly, and his rapidly undulating chest gradually calmed down.

Over the years, he has taken pills, practiced internal qi, and strengthened his body and bones, and he has not slackened for a moment.

Two years ago, he had already penetrated the twelve canons and began to try to impact the eight veins of the Qi Sutra.

Now, with the help of the Pulse Breaking Pill, he has opened up two strange scriptures.

Advancing to the realm of second-rate masters, the total amount of internal qi has not increased much, but has become more refined, and it can be manipulated more and more freely. Some powerful exercises can only be performed in such a realm.

The eight veins of the Qi Sutra, every time he opened one, Sun Heng felt that his body was much lighter, and his sense of the outside world was much clearer.

It seems that his physical body is beginning to wash away the acquired filthy qi through this kind of cultivation, and he is approaching the innate realm step by step.

As for the physical body, although after taking those ten Blood Marrow Pills, the strength of the physical body increased even more, but it still failed to break through to the sixth layer of the Golden Body Gong.

It wasn't until he advanced to the second rate that his internal qi became pure, and the golden body skill naturally advanced with the help of the power of internal qi.

The sixth layer of the Golden Body Gong!

Four years ago, only Feng Ziwu reached it, but now, it has been replaced by Sun Heng!

Among Chen County, the strength of the body alone.

Sun Heng thinks he is second, I'm afraid no one dares to admit the first!

After pondering for a moment, Sun Heng put on his clothes, took a step, and pushed open the stone door of the secret room with one hand.

Outside the door, a middle-aged man in his thirties was waiting by himself.

Seeing the door open, he hurriedly greeted him attentively: "Sun Protector, you are out." ”

This person's name is Ren Yuan, with a thin body, a sharp-beaked monkey cheek, and a sleek temperament, he is a third-rate top figure, and now he is working under Sun Heng.

"Hmm. ”

Sun Heng nodded and looked at the other party: "Come here so early, something?"

"It's a hero's feast. ”

Ren Yuan took out an invitation from his arms, held it in his hands and presented it to Sun Heng: "The gang chose you to be the blocker of the second level." ”

"Oh!"

Sun Heng raised his eyebrows: "Who is responsible for the theft of the warehouse?"

Now, he has joined the Three Rivers Gang Law Enforcement Hall, and has received a new position in the past two years.

Dharma Protector!

The rank is below the main and deputy hall masters, above the deacons, and he is extremely powerful, which also shows the importance that the Three Rivers Gang attaches to him.

Ren Yuan arched his hand and replied: "The yamen is responsible for the theft case, and we will be notified when there is progress." The Heroes' Banquet is a great opportunity to make a name for yourself, and you can't miss it. ”

"Well, by the way, the third level of the Hero's Banquet, I am responsible for the second level, who is the person who stops the third level?"

"It's Miss Ruan Yuanxiang, the cold swordsman of the Ruan family. ”

"Cold Swordsman ......"