Chapter 17: The Dart

As we all know, there are seven major schools in martial arts: Shaolin, Wudang, Huashan, Nanhai, Emei, Diancang, and Kunlun. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoAmong them, Shaolin and Wudang are known as the sects of the inner and outer families, but in fact, the seven major schools do have their own strengths, although they respect each other, but they will never give in to each other.

When it comes to swordsmanship, no matter which school or faction is definitely not comparable to the Huashan faction, the Gayin Huashan faction has a set of wonderful swordsmanship Qingfeng Thirteen Styles. When it comes to boxing, Shaolin and Wudang are like the sun and the moon, among which Shaolin is famous for its fierce boxing, and Wudang is famous for its soft boxing.

There are many Shaolin boxing methods, the most basic and simplest is Shaolin Changquan, and the advanced is Luohan boxing, if there is only one set of Shaolin boxing methods in the most profound boxing method, that is the Shaolin Divine Fist of the three hundred years of Weizhen Wulin.

Shaolin Divine Fist is powerful in the world, and the most important reason is to bring the fierce way of the Shaolin School to the extreme, even if it is a famous fist to shock the beggar gang at that time, it may not be comparable to Shaolin Divine Fist.

However, there are not many people in Shaolin who have learned Shaolin Divine Fist, and there are only five people who have really obtained the essence of Shaolin Divine Fist.

Deng Dinghou is a disciple of the Shaolin layman, and he is also the only one among the Shaolin lay disciples who has learned Shaolin Shenquan and is proficient in Shaolin Shenquan.

At this time, as soon as Deng Dinghou made a move, he used the Shaolin Divine Fist, the stunt of the world champion to suppress the martial arts.

Deng Dinghou did not practice much martial arts in a voice, except for practicing a set of light skills, a set of knife techniques, there is only this set of Shaolin Changquan, and Shaolin Changquan is the longest he has practiced, and it is also the boxing method that has never been put down for a day so far, so far he has practiced for thirty-five years.

In the past thirty-five years, he has not delayed his cultivation for a single day, and he is more diligent than the old scalper every day, and his martial arts have been steadily progressing over the years, but Deng Dinghou understands that his Shaolin Divine Fist must still be refined, so as long as he has time, he will practice.

It's just that he rarely uses this set of kung fu to fight with people, not because he doesn't want to, but because Shaolin Shenquan is too domineering, and he will either die or be injured when he shoots, so although Deng Dinghou, the god boxer Xiao Zhuge in the joint venture dart game, is not the person who kills the most people, nor is he the most famous person, but he is the person who hurts people the most by walking darts.

This time in the face of Chu Feng, he used the Shaolin Divine Fist, and he didn't dare to be careless.

And there is only one reason, this young Chu Feng is a young man who is admired by the contemporary overlord and spear king Wanwu.

Deng Dinghou took off to attack, Shaolin Divine Fist has been waved in mid-air, the move has not started, but the fist intention has been completed, the fist wind is whistling, like a hurricane sweeping the world, like a tiger sweeping Pinggang, at this moment Deng Dinghou soared into the air, as if a tiger descended the mountain, carrying the power of the world.

Chu Feng never despised any opponent, let alone despised Deng Dinghou, a little Zhuge of the Divine Fist who could make friends with Wang Wanwu, but now looking at Deng Dinghou's Shaolin Divine Fist, Chu Feng found that Deng Dinghou was even more powerful than he expected, fortunately, his light skills were not bad.

Chu Feng's body flashed, and the person dodged Deng Dinghou's fists like a gust of wind, and with a boom, the terrifying fist directly hit a deep pit on the ground, but when Chu Feng dodged halfway, Deng Dinghou had already changed his moves and did not knock out all the punch strength.

But even so, this scene is still shocking, especially the pony, originally the pony also wanted to find Deng Dinghou to fight his fist, he thought that his fist was definitely not inferior to anyone, but seeing this scene, he could only stop this impulse.

Deng Dinghou walked like a fly, and used eight steps to catch the cicada, thinking that Chu Feng was approaching like lightning, and another blow was violent, like a Shaolin Divine Fist poured down by a raging flood, and bombarded towards Chu Feng.

Chu Feng sighed, although he was confident that he could indeed dodge Deng Dinghou's Shaolin Divine Fist, but now Chu Feng didn't seem to dodge.

Chu Feng's feet fell suddenly, inserted into the ground, and in the face of the Shaolin Divine Fist that attacked in front of him, a folding fan appeared in his empty hands.

There is nothing on the folding fan, it is a white folding fan.

The folding fan appeared in Chu Feng's hand and shot away like a sword.

Deng Dinghou's fist wind roared, not only did not retreat, but he became more powerful by three points, and the drum fist wind set off a hurricane around him, and Chu Feng even felt a pain in his cheeks.

When the folding fan was about to collide with his fist, Chu Feng's wrist flicked.

With a "poof", the folding fan instantly unfolded by one-third, giving birth to an incomparable softness, blocking the fierce and domineering Shaolin Divine Fist.

Chu Feng flew back three steps, his footsteps fell to the ground, and the people once again returned like swallows, and once again killed Deng Dinghou.

Deng Dinghou's eyes flashed with a touch of surprise, and even a little unbelievable, but at this moment, there was no time to think too deeply, and the folding fan was contracted again, and the sword poked.

Although the fan in front of him was just a fan, Deng Dinghou saw an extremely advanced swordsmanship from the fan, Deng Dinghou's pupils shrank sharply, and he suddenly found that when this sword was swung, it had blocked his retreat and locked him.

Deng Dinghou was not afraid of anti-joy, and there was infinite battle intent on his body, and an Arhat Fuhu slammed out, and at this moment, his hands were even more brilliant golden light, and at this moment Deng Dinghou seemed to be like an Arhat descending into the world, subduing demons and subduing demons.

Not far away, Ding Xi looked at Peng Shisandou and sighed lightly: "It seems that there are still two big masters waiting for us." ”

Peng Shisandou glanced at Ding Xi coldly and said, "You don't choose?"

Ding Xi glanced at the old man with a hat at the back of the dart master, and then at the sallow man not far away, who looked like he was seriously ill, and sighed, "Do you want me to choose?"

Peng Shisandou sneered, he has always disliked talking nonsense with people, no matter who it is, so he simply stopped talking, and strode forward directly, staring at the old man with a hat with a pair of burning eyes, Peng Shisandou took off the hat on his head, and said in a deep voice: "Brother Wang, I haven't seen you for a long time." ”

With a bright smile on his face, Ding Xi looked curiously at the old man who had slowly stood up and pulled out an overlord gun from the cart, the old man slowly walked to Peng Shisandou and said, "It's really rare to be able to see Mr. Jiang in such a place." ”

Mr. Jiang? Ding Xi opened his ears wide. Although Ding Xixuan knew that Peng Shisandou was not Peng Shisandou's real name, he didn't expect that someone would know Peng Shisandou's real name, and his surname was Jiang.

Peng Shisandou looked at the old man with a hat and a bully gun, and said lightly: "This is definitely not a rare thing. ”

"Why?" Although the voice was a little old, but in fact, the old man who was not old took off the hat on his head, and looked at Peng Shisandou, his eyes were shining, revealing this youthful atmosphere, although his hair has turned a lot whiter, but anyone who sees this old man will not think that he is very old.

Peng Shisandou's eyes flashed with excitement, stared at the old man and said, "I rushed from southern Fujian to Guanwai for Brother Wang, how can I say that it is rare." ”

A hint of surprise flashed in the old man's eyes, and he said with a playful smile: "Because of the defeat in the past?"

Peng Shisandou did not shy away at all, nodded straightforwardly, and said: "Yes, I lost the battle in the hands of Brother Wang in the past, and I still dare not forget it, and now my sword skills have improved, so I naturally came to ask Brother Wang for advice." ”

Peng Shisandou debuted for two years, and after a total of 29 battles, with a record of 25 wins, 3 losses and 1 draw, but Peng Shisandou was defeated three times in the hands of whom, but few people know, it is obvious that the old man surnamed Wang in front of him is obviously one of them.

Ding Xi looked at Wang Zhaoxing, looking at the old man who was also proficient in the overlord gun and also opened a dart game, he couldn't help but get excited in his heart, and he even couldn't wait to see the confrontation between the two.

Wang Zhaoxing sighed, walked out directly from the dart master, walked past Peng Shisandou with a two-foot-nine-inch overlord gun, and said lightly: "Come on." ”

Peng Shisandou looked at Wang Zhaoxing, with respect in his eyes, arched his hand, and followed Wang Zhaoxing towards the yellow sand wasteland in the distance.

Fifty or sixty meters away, Ding Xi saw the two of them stop, Wang Zhaoxing's wrist flicked, and the overlord gun in his hand stabbed out like a poisonous snake.

If the overlord gun in Wang Wanwu's hand is like a dragon and tiger in the gun, then the overlord gun in Wang Zhaoxing's hand is like a gun poisoning snake, the former is fierce and heavy, overwhelming Qianjun, and the latter is dexterous and weird.

Peng Shisandou faced Wang Zhaoxing's overlord gun, calmly and calmly drew his knife.

Ding Xi looked at the two of them, and was a little surprised to find that Peng Shisandou's knife was not only much slower than the battle with Xiao Shiyi Lang three days ago, but also much calmer.

Ding Xi wanted to continue watching, but a cough sounded at this time.

The big man who looked like he was seriously ill walked quickly in front of Ding Xi, holding a Xueliang Wu hook in his hand, staring at Ding Xi with a pair of eyes, suddenly unparalleled sharpness, and said in a solemn voice: "Boy, come on, let me see how capable you are." ”

Before Ding Xi could speak, the pony had already gone berserk and yelled, "I'm here to see if you have some skills." The voice landed, and the pony man was already rushing towards the sick man.

The sick man's expression was indifferent, and there was even a hint of disdain in his eyes, dodging the pony's two heavy punches, and with a hook in his hand, two dazzling crossed knives were drawn in the air, and a knife slashed straight at the pony's neck.

Before the pony could react, the knife was already in front of his neck, but by the time he could react, it was too late, and he had no way to disperse this ferocious knife.

Pony felt a little remorseful in his heart, regretting that he had despised the sick man too much.

But just as the pony was about to die, he found that his body had moved backwards, and a rope had caught him at some point, freeing him like a sheep, and although he had a deep knife mark on his left shoulder, he had managed to avoid being killed.

Ding Xi took a long breath and looked at this brother who had never liked to use his brain, a little helpless, but there was no way, because he was there, his brother never liked to use his brain.

The sick man didn't kill a single shot, but he didn't continue to pursue, but stared at Ding Xi.

In the eyes of the sick man, his opponent was only Ding Xi from beginning to end.

Ding Xi looked at the sick man, instantly understood what the sick man meant, looked at the sick man and clapped his hands, and sighed softly: "It's not a loss, Jiang Xin, who is the most courageous in the joint venture dart game, and he really lives up to his reputation." ”

Jiang Xin didn't speak, his eyes were colder than the Wu Hook in his hand, and he looked at Ding Xi coldly and said, "What about Ding Xi? ”

Ding Xi sighed, he knew that he couldn't talk to this kind of person, so he only said one person, and the person rushed up with lightning.

The corners of Jiang Xin's mouth hooked up a smile, he liked this kind of person, and with a twist of the hook in his hand, he shot out thousands of sword lights, like a waterfall slashing towards Ding Xi.

At this moment, when everyone was fighting, on the grassland in the distance, there was a man riding a cow and playing a mournful tune, slowly coming in their direction.