For the first time, I saw the famous Aung San Bao Flame.

Legend has it that he broke through to Jindan in his twenties, and he is only thirty years old this year, and his murderous reputation has made the children of Shunshui Town dare not cry, and it has also made it difficult for the elders of the Chinese people to sleep and eat, and even Wang Qinian, a Jindan warrior who can be in the Central Plains, is afraid of him.

But what caught my eyes was not a young man in his prime as I had imagined, but a decrepit old man with white hair and eyebrows (even his pores were white) (the sense of qi could not see people clearly, Murong Zhi and I still calmed down and climbed back to the wooden bird high in the canopy to observe with a clairvoyant mirror). Although Aung San's facial features occasionally reveal the agility of a young man, the whole is a dead air, a strong and disgusting dead air.

I didn't feel this in my father, Wang Qinian, or even Wang Qitai, who was not a martial artist, although the age of the three of them was already about one Jiazi, but because of the practice of thousands of tempers (my father and Wang Qinian were martial arts cultivators, and Wang Qitai was probably the method of cultivating Confucianism's qi cultivation), their physical and mental state did not fail at this age of knowing the destiny of heaven, but like a thirty-year-old person like the middle of the sun (at most, the sun just after noon).

If it weren't for the fact that I had been with Wang Qinian for a month and was very familiar with the characteristics of his qi, I would probably have mistaken the identities of Wang Qinian and Aung San Baoyan just now -- I have not seen the true faces of the two of them, and if I only read the qi, I might think that the old Qi is Wang Qinian, who is 57 years old, and the Qi who was at the time is Aung San Baoyan, who is 30 years old.

"The master was injured in the right arm by Aung San a year ago, and he was secretly injured by Aung San several times today, so he should be at a disadvantage in the situation. Why is it that it is the master who is attacking now? Aung San Bao Yan only wields a stick to protect himself. ”

Murong Zhi squeezed my eyes away from the clairglass, and her eyes narrowed into the monocular while reading and commenting.

"I don't see the brother having the upper hand, I can see them intersecting with their guns, and sometimes the brother's iron-spine spear is faster than the sound, and Aung San's club follows the speed of the sound, and the shape of the two men in their hands is almost without a trace, and sometimes the movements of the two men become so slow that you can see their movements without care—so slow that the two weapons only touch once in one breath. ”

Wang Qitai looked at his clairvoyant mirror and subconsciously scratched his scalp,

"Ahh The elder brother's iron-spine spear was as long as eight feet, and the twin sticks of Na Aung San were seven feet long. The elder brother chose the point of attack at will, and Aung San could only be forced to defend at the rhythm of his brother. He swung his stick to the water, fearing that if he missed something, he would be broken through by my brother. If Aung San doesn't dare to act rashly at all, my brother will be able to get out at any time!"

Wang Qitai, a scholar, sighed reassuringly as he spoke.

- This idiot!

I cursed.

What level is this Wang Qitai, who "never practices martial arts"? Can he understand it, or he can't understand it!

said that he couldn't understand it, as long as he was a little careful, he didn't even miss a single one of the movements of the two Jindan martial artists to reach the speed of sound -- if I changed to watch this kind of battle six or seven times, his head would be dizzy; And I can't understand such an obvious offensive and defensive situation, Murong Zhi, who is at the same level as me, can see the key at a glance, and he still needs to react for a long time - this level of brain reflex has already been killed five or six times in actual combat.

"Uncle, you'd better drive the wooden bird close above their heads. Give me this clairvoyant mirror, and I can understand it better than you. ”

As soon as Wang Qitai was told by me, his face turned red, and he laughed,

"I usually like to watch the excitement of the fights, but I don't actually understand these fights, so I'll leave it to your experts to analyze. My brother didn't have to worry about it for a while, I drove the wooden bird over, and when Aung San was more downwinded, he reminded me, and I swooped down to take my brother out. ”

The sound of the woodbird sounded, and the air currents of the huge wings flapped lifted the three of us into the night sky and flew towards the hill.

In the clairvoyant mirror, I saw that Aung San Baoyan's current form was even more embarrassing, and he had been confined to a seven-foot circle around his body by Wang Qinian's iron spine spear. The swing of the twin sticks was even ten times faster than the wind whirling with my spell, as if his hands were spinning two small storms, and I believe that flesh and blood would be smashed to pieces as soon as they were swept up by the rod wind.

The movement speed of the two-handed seven-foot stick is unbelievable, almost creating the effect of a "wall" within seven feet of Aung San Bao Yan, and it is a wall full of thistles, but the world outside the stick is extraordinarily quiet, Wang Qinian's spear is like a five-step murder snake patiently looking for a gap that may appear in the dozens of breaths of Mount Neang, ready to explode in silence and make a fatal blow.

――I remembered the Storm Ring with Murong Zhi: Aung San Baoyan must have practiced martial arts in the Storm Ring for quite a long time, and his martial arts are natural.

But Wang Qinian's martial arts are still on Mount Aung. I saw the dragon palm being used by him on the iron spine spear, the spear body seemed to be really possessed by a giant python, the spear body did not move in a straight line, but like a snake in the fast and slow, the direction was uncertain, each breath of the iron spine spear could sweep over a hundred possible attack points - the soft blessing on the spear body made this weapon come alive, and the gang was concentrated on the point of the spear tip.

As soon as there was a gap in the wall created by Aung San Bao Yan, the tip of the spear would pierce into his body - the medium-grade divine weapon wielded by the Jindan warrior could penetrate the body of another Jindan warrior - the rattan armor of Aung San Baoyan was nothing more than a symbolic mortal armor.

This spear is one with Wang Qinian's martial arts heart, reaching the realm of my father's so-called "Ruyi" in the use of blades.

The likelihood of Aung San's gaps increasing over time, and the changes and frequency of his dancing sticks were passively adjusted to the movement of Wang Qinian's spear. The qi in the middle layer of his Jindan is about twice that of Wang Qinian's lower Jindan, but the qi consumed by this passive defense is several times that of Wang Qinian—one person is doing some attack, while the other is doing surface defense.

At first, I was still stuck in the clairvoyant mirror, and the back and forth of the speed of sound might make me dizzy, but gradually I learned to omit the superficial signs, and only the countless possible changes of points, lines, and planes remained in my eyes - although my hands could not keep up, my mind could already keep up with their hands.

I'm dizzy, that kind of realm is really fascinating, and I am now at least expected to be qualified to that Jindan Mountain. One day, I'll climb that mountain too, and my father will still be on that mountain.

"Aung San Baoyan's bone double stick seems to be full of special, and the few contacts with the master divine soldier have not been destroyed?

Murong Zhi raised a suspicious point.

"The material is the corpse of a warrior of Jindan, made of the two thigh bones of his father, Aung San Suu Hui. ”

Wang Qitai interjected.

"Yikes!"

I felt sick. There is such a son of scum.

"When my brother killed his father, I advocated that the body be returned to the Aung San tribe to express our Chinese people's respect for the remains of the warriors and win the hearts and minds of the Baiyun tribe. When I think of Aung San's disposal of corpses in this way, I still regret my decision. ”

- Such scum should be killed as soon as possible.

I look at Aung San Bao Yan's old monster-like face, which is obviously a complete villain, and I don't have any psychological burden at all if anyone kills him.

The wooden bird circled over the two warriors of the death match, and I built yì Wang Qitai adjusted the height to ten zhang in the air, so that Aung San Baoyan, as a Jindan warrior, could not burst out and suddenly bounce on the wooden bird.

"I understand this, my brother can jump six or seven feet high like a flea when he explodes - why are your faces suddenly happy and angry, what is the situation of the battle?"

"Please rush down to answer, they are about to enter the critical battle to the death, Aung San Bao Yan is about to show a flaw, the master is at a juncture of choice. ”

The gap Murong Zhi said was the flaw in Aung San's two hands, like a ray of sunshine in a storm, where Wang Qinian's chance of victory was, and it was also the omen of Aung San's death - they had been fighting for a quarter of an hour, Aung San Baoyan was still tired, a trace of imperceptible lines like white gas quietly rushed out of his Baihui acupoint, and the wall he had created suddenly appeared in succession with many holes that only kept a few tenths of a breath time, and these flaws were full of the temptation of victory.

Piercing the Iron Spine Spear into it would at least inflict heavy damage on Aung San and achieve unexpected results, and if Wang Qinian had withdrawn now, Aung San would have no time to stop him, and his round-up plan would have basically failed.

The choice is in the hands of Wang Qinian. But the upcoming victory also makes the victors dizzy.

-- Those flaws may also be traps, although Aung San's gas consumption rate is extremely fast, the current amount of qi is still slightly higher than Wang Qinian's qi. He may have used his body as bait, ready to fight back in close quarters.

If you get away now, it is the safest and safest option. Our side has already harvested the lives of nearly sixty indigenous warriors above the realm of internal strength.

I put myself in Wang Qinian's situation and imagined what he would do next.

-- The qi of the Jindan warriors is as ancient as their martial arts hearts, and it is impossible to see the changes in their mood and future moves.

I can only go and substitute for the brain supplement. Now I will choose to retreat from the sidelines, because I am not a strong person yet, and I don't have the mentality of a strong person.

If I am a strong person like Wang Qinian, how should I choose?

"Please rush up and answer it!"

Murong Zhi said to Wang Qitai.

"But...... But my brother just made a gesture for me to wait and see. ”

"What!" she shouted.

It also made me nervous. Women are so annoying.

Wang Qitai said helplessly,

"The brother's murderous nature has already started, and he will only let go if one party falls. ”

......

"Kill!"

Results, bigger results!

On the one hand, the strong mentality is that they don't know how to advance or retreat, and on the other hand, they must win the bet.

This time my brain supplement was in tune with his choice.

Wang Qinian's iron spine spear finally pierced into a fleeting gap in the "wall",

"Suddenly" pierced through Aung San's ornament-like rattan armor, poked out of his back, and Aung San's heart was poked out of a transparent hole!

The shells of the iron-backed centipedes of the Iron Spine Spear "soared" and extended into a four-zhang long dark star iron lock. The tip of the spear that emerged from Aung San's back seemed to be spiritual, and he twisted the snake-like chain (now called "chains" is more appropriate), and sprang into one of Aung San's hands, tying that arm in an instant.

His dead thigh bone stick (I'll call it a leg bone stick for short) fell to the ground.

-- This is Wang Qinian using "soft" control zhì spear to twist like a snake, almost like magic.

Is it victorious? Even if it is Jindan, Aung San will have half his life gone if he does not die! After all, it is the atrium that is broken and the hand is bound, and no matter how strong the vitality of the Jindan warrior is, he can only die and wait to die.

"The show has just begun, and I won't let go of the rare opportunity to fight you in close combat, the advantage of your weapon has been completely offset by my bitter tricks. ”

All three of us were shocked.

Wang Qinian sighed.

The old Aung San Baoyan laughed like a mourning crow, like a ghost who came to the sun to ask for his life.

-- If the heart is pierced and does not die, does it mean that he is dead?

The strange and chaotic things in "Sou Shen Ji" are bubbling in my head, and I admit that I have encountered things that are beyond common sense and cannot be explained!

Aung San threw the last leg bone stick in his hand, and the whole man immediately dried up, but strangely the only hand that could move began to swell, swelling in equal proportions as the body shrank, surpassing the thickness of a leg in a few breaths, and had a burning red like burning iron.

"Abandon the spear and run away!"

Murong Zhi and I shouted in unison.

Wang Qinian's chain chain was suddenly dragged three feet away by Aung San's demon-like arm, and Aung San's kick grabbed the leg bone stick that fell to the ground as flexibly as an arm, and plunged straight into Wang Qinian's foot.

The end of the leg bone rod stretched out the five fingers of the skeleton steeply, nailing Wang Qinian's feet to the earth, and he couldn't get out at all!

"Click. ”

The demon-like arm swelled Wang Qinian's head behind his back,

The head of a Jindan warrior was so lightly wrenched for half a week.

This moment, which decided Wang Qinian's life and death, went through a total of five breaths.