The warm day was slightly drunk, and the earth was pale.

In the mountains and forests, hundreds of people sleep against the trees, and every few steps there is a pile of firewood ashes burned by a bonfire.

"Hey...... Ha ......"

In the dry cave, Ren Wuxing is practicing his fists and feet, the tricks are not slow, and there is no strong wind, but every punch and palm are simple and heavy, full of power.

Xiang Wentian and Ren Yingying at the entrance of the cave looked at the recovery state, and their skills seemed to be still beneficial to let me go, and they couldn't help but look happy.

Suddenly, Ren Wuxing jumped up, stretched out his palms, and slammed a palm wind against the stone walls on both sides, and white frost faintly condensed in the air where he passed......

Call...... Click!

As far as the wind could reach, the stone wall made a crisp sound of cracking, but it instantly formed a thin sheet of white ice the size of a basin, and there was not a trace of dust spilled.

Let me do itHaha......ha , quickly and violently slapped out six palms, the palm wind whistled again and again, and six circles of white ice were added to the stone wall, and then the momentum stopped, and a long breath of turbid breath was exhaled.

"Daddy......" Ren Yingying ran over and put her arm around Ren Xing.

Xiang Wentian came to the stone wall, stretched out his hand to touch the white ice, only to feel the cold and biting, far better than ordinary ice and snow, and immediately used his palm to scrape the round thin white ice on the surface of the stone wall off the bottom edge.

Countless fine stone dust immediately fell from that place, and it was a long time before it stopped, and a small pile of stone powder had accumulated on the ground.

Xiang Wentian's face was shocked, and his fingers hurriedly smashed the white ice, only to see a pothole the size of a basin recessed into the stone wall...... He knew very well that the fierce wind that could do whatever he could did could certainly shatter the stone wall, but without the freezing erosion of the cold and true qi, the rock would never be able to be shaken into fine powder.

couldn't help sighing: "Zuo Lengchan can practice the martial arts of the Songshan School to the point of far surpassing the ancestors of the past dynasties. Not to be underestimated...... This is cold and true. It's so domineering!"

Even if I let it go, I am arrogant and conceited. He has always looked down on Zuo Lengchan, and at this time, he couldn't help but praise: "The power of the cold ice true qi is indeed one or two points stronger than I expected!"

With this unexpected help, even if I am still not an undefeated opponent in the East, I can easily defeat Fang Zheng, Zuo Lengchan, Chong Xuan and others!"

Ren Yingying was about to speak, when suddenly the subordinates outside the cave made a noise, and then only heard a loud Buddha name, "Amitabha Buddha ......" followed by the peaceful voice of the square in his ears. "Mr. Ren, the old man is square, come to visit, I hope to beg to see you!"

Ren Wuxing snorted coldly, and took Xiang Wentian and Ren Yingying out of the cave, only to see Fang Zheng, Ling Hu Chong, and Fang Sheng with nearly two hundred Shaolin monks, confronting hundreds of their subordinates.

The three of them walked to the front of Fang Zheng, and said coldly: "The great monk Xingshi moves the people, what do you want?"

"Amitabha Buddha ......" Fang Zheng said: "Why does Mr. Ren knowingly ask?"

Let me frown, I always feel that something is wrong.

Linghu rushed and said, "Mr. Ren." Brother Xiang, Yingying......

Yesterday afternoon. The leader of the beggar gang and the head of Kunlun, Zhen Shanzi, were sucked dry of internal force by absorbing the star * method, and died, we suspect that Mr. Ren did it, and we are here to verify!"

Ren Wuxing's eyes shrank, and then he laughed: "Good death...... Hehe, it's cheap!"

Fang Zheng couldn't figure out the mentality of letting me go, and frowned and asked, "So, is Mr. Ren admitting to killing the gang leader and Zhenshanzi?"

Let me do it disdainfully: "What if you admit it, what if you don't admit it, don't you often say that good and evil are not mutually beneficial?"

Since they are already incompatible, why are they afraid of debts?...... Why does Ren care about carrying a few more lives?"

"Amitabha Buddha ......" Fang Zheng saluted eleven times, and said in a deep voice: "Then my martial arts righteous path will not allow Mr. Ren to leave Henan safely!"

Let me do it, he smiled, "I was about to try my hand at the big monk......"

As soon as the words fell, without waiting for Fang Zheng to figure it out, Ren Wuxing jumped up suddenly, and struck out two palms.

The ferocious cold palm wind was approaching, and Fang Zheng shivered, and immediately understood the meaning of 'try move' in what Ren Xing said, and immediately used his strength to resist with his palm.

Bang......

The strength of the shock rebounded, and the two of them each took a step back, and it was okay to let me go, but Fang Zheng snorted, and the operation of the Yi Jin Sutra removed the slight coldness of the arm.

Although the cold ice true qi is strong, it is impossible to easily break the defense of the Yi Jin Sutra, but Fang Zheng was injured in his internal organs yesterday by the palm power of Ren Xing, and one night is not enough to heal.

"Come again......" shouted violently, let me attack again, Fang Zheng forced his true anger, and had no choice but to fight.

Bang bang bang......

With only more than 20 moves, Ren Xing has forced Fang Zheng to fight hard for six or seven palms.

Under the frequent shocks, Fangzheng's face quickly turned pale, and his body suddenly studied, and he vomited blood. Let me do it, laughing wildly, I will end Fangzheng's life with one palm......

In the exclamation of the monks, Linghu Chong flew up and stabbed a sword into the armpit of Ren Wuxing, forcing him to withdraw his palm to resist, and there was no time to kill Fang Zheng again.

Seeing the shocking palm power of any one go, Ling Hu Chong didn't dare to let him palm arbitrarily, and immediately used his pure yang internal strength, the long sword was swayed, and there was a faint sound of wind and thunder.

Seeing that the two of them were fighting, Fang Zheng used his skills to suppress the injury for the time being, and retreated to the front of the monks.

I have to say that the palm technique of letting me do it is slightly better than the sword technique, and the palm of the Nine Heavens God is unfolded to the point where it is clumsy, which is comparable to the realm of no moves.

The fierce and cold palm wind not only repeatedly swept away the long sword that made Hu Chong attack his vital point, but also made Hu Chong feel cold all over, and he was busy running the pure yang true qi to the limit, while warming the qi and blood and resisting the cold air, while urging the long sword to send out sharp sword strength, attacking endlessly.

The two sides fought quickly, and more than 100 moves passed in a short time.

Let my palm move be broken repeatedly, the palm force is strong and fruitless, the heart is more and more impatient, suddenly shouted wildly, both palms are like a mountain axe, slashing again and again, striking out one after another surging cold ice palm wind, covering the figure of Ling Hu Chong.

There was no way to dodge, and the long sword that made the fox chong full of pure yang internal strength stabbed or cut, or split or slashed, and forcibly dispersed the heavy palm wind, but he was shocked and retreated step by step, not to mention the soreness of his arm, and there was a trace of cold through the skin and invaded the meridians, which was extremely uncomfortable.

The combination of the cold ice true qi and the infinite power of letting me go, the superposition of the two, the powerful power exerted, even if Zuo Lengchan was in person, I am afraid that he would be stunned and difficult to match.

Gusts of cold wind swept through, even if Ling Hu Chong was running endlessly with pure yang true qi and continued to dissolve, the qi and blood were temporarily unhindered, and a little frost was still hanging on his eyebrows and hair.

In this way, it is difficult for Hu Chong to even get close to any of me, no matter how exquisite the palm-breaking style of Dugu Jiujian is, the tip of the sword can't reach the opponent at all, how can he defeat the enemy?

As for the most esoteric air-breaking style?

Since Linghu Chong learned the star absorption * method, when the internal strength is approaching the peak of the day after tomorrow, it has been found that the so-called qi breaking style, first of all, must reach a high level of internal strength, a sword stabs out, the sword qi is condensed to the extreme, hidden but not released, the principle is to use the method of breaking the surface with points, to break the enemy's palm wind, fist strength, sword energy and other powerful energy prompted by superior internal strength.

The subtlety of the breaking qi style is only in whether it can glimpse the weak points or joint points of the enemy's palm wind fist in an instant, and its own qi and sword are combined, and the sword is reached, and a sword breaks the weak points and joint points of the enemy's strength, so that the enemy's strength collapses and dissipates by itself.

In this way, it can be said that with the least strength, the maximum effect can be played.

However, because the strength of the palm, fist, sword, and knife is extremely fast, invisible and qualitative, and can be far away, with the help of vision and hearing, it is too late in time.

Even if you can barely see the flaws, in the face of the enemy's strength one after another, you can only have time to passively resist, and you can't come first, let alone take advantage of the weakness to defeat the enemy?

Only as the sword trick says, 'God is clear, and there is one heart', that is, at the moment when the enemy sends out his strength, he stabs out with a sword purely by his own mental induction, accurately hits the flaw point of the enemy's strength, and disperses the enemy's strength at the same time, the long sword advances with the momentum, and stabs the enemy at the moment when the enemy has no time to recover!

It's a pity...... Ling Hu Chong was precarious in the cold palm wind like stormy waves, and he could only sigh helplessly: the sect leader said that the realm of 'God and Wisdom' is mysterious and mysterious, and it needs a strong and sensitive spirit as the foundation...... Where can it be easily achieved? (To be continued.) )