What is a miracle?

There is no one in ten thousand, which can be called a miracle.

It's certainly not a miracle, not at all.

At the time when there was no Zen in Situ Ye's guidance, the internal breath of no Zen was blocked, and the qi and blood were stagnant, and the gong was broken and controlled.

Immediately rushed away, the controlled acupoints rushed open, and the internal force of Zen was like the Yangtze River, majestic and unstoppable.

That is to say, after that, Wu Chan was stunned there, just because of the sudden rain watering, Wu Chan felt very cool and comfortable, and it was indescribably beautiful for a while. What are acupoints? Sealing it with strength can make it stagnant, but the strength is also formless and qualitative, and it can be broken by qi and blood, sooner or later. And the point point is a common thing for Wu Zen, and the strength in his hand is far worse than that of Master Lingshi.

At this time, Wu Zen is full of energy, cool and energetic, the roots and hairs stand upright, and the rain is soaked black and bright! Yes, Wu Chan has not been defeated, and Wu Chan is even more full of fighting spirit under the setback: "Come again! I have fought with Wu Chan again!" What Sister Peony said about Wu Chan was not heard clearly, but Wu Chan had not finished fighting, and Wu Chan had to ask her later. The two of them were stunned by the rope, and everyone was stunned when they saw this, Situ Ye just walked away and had to turn back: "Ha!

The peony girl cheered and got carried away.

Of course, this is all the credit of the peony girl, the peony girl is a leader and a general, and she is as stable as Mount Tai.

The internal breath flows, and the qi is born again, and before you realize it, it is all over the body, the clouds rise, and the fog is born.

The more frustrated the more Zen is more and more courageous, and the fighting spirit of Zen is prosperous!

Situ Ye's expression was calm, not anxious or dry, and he was indeed a master.

Fight again!

No Zen punching, it is still eighteen Arhat boxing, no Zen only eighteen Arhat boxing, a set of boxing methods to fight the world!

Fine, smooth, smooth, smooth, this set of boxing without Zen has been beaten thousands of times, and it is already very familiar and flowing.

But Wuzen couldn't beat him, he was too fast.

Not only is it fast, but every punch and every form without Zen, he has been prepared and can deal with it easily.

Situ Wenwu is a master, and in Situ Wenwu's view, the advantages and disadvantages of Wuzen's boxing are equally obvious.

There is more than one fierceness, insufficient change, and one is imposing, and there is no agility.

It is one blow of strength, then decline, and three exhaustion. No Zen can't beat Situ Ye, and no Zen can only be beaten. Situ Ye retreated, avoided, dodged, and hidden, only moving and leaping in the place where there was no Zen body, and his tall body was extremely flexible. A set of eighteen styles of Arhat boxing, Wuzen played three times and made thirty-six moves, and Situ Ye did not make one move this time. And if he doesn't make a move, he won't change without Zen, and he will come one by one, and it will remain the same.

Situ Ye hadn't made a move yet, but the tail finger of his two fists had already bent his ring finger, his thumb bent over the edge of his palm, and his index finger and middle finger were like a halberd. This is the palm, one of the famous stunts of the master of Situ Hall, when he points with his fingers, he can hit the palm. Soft can overcome rigidity, rigidity is also soft, with strength to break the skill, ingenuity also breaks the force, the way of martial arts is as deep as the sea, no Zen is just the first glimpse of the doorway. Wuzen is brave and strong, Situ Ye should only use the word "fast", and he has been firmly invincible, and avoid its edge without being spontaneous.

When it's time to get it, it's a sure hit!

The rain was pouring down like it was endless, muddy with loess and filling the ditches. The two were fighting, everyone was watching, and generally no one made a sound. Only the peony girl, the peony girl is free, and if she holds her stomach again, of course her mouth will not be idle in this situation: "No Zen and no Zen, beat him and beat him! Stupid to death, stupid to death, work harder!"

was screaming from a startle, and the turtle suddenly stretched out its neck and bit out!

It is to stretch out his arms, probe his fingers, and point at the back of Wuzen's shoulders! A force breaks into the body, and it is more powerful than before, and Wuzen is startled and will wait to urge the internal breath to break it in the same way, but this time, it is, the palm. Two fingers were pointed, and then a palm was sent, just like a hammer into a wooden stake, and the acupuncture point was sealed in an instant! This is the real experience of the palm, Wuzen is striking out with an Arhat watch, one arm is swept forward like a staff, and suddenly leaning over and fixed there.

The fingers come out together, and there is no meditation to stagnate.

This time is different from the previous time, this time Situ Ye was even more careless, and in the blink of an eye, he pointed and slapped the thirty-six key points of Lianfeng Wuchan, and shouted loudly: "Take it!"

The second envoy stepped forward and bound him with a rope.

Wuzen was still defeated, no miracle appeared, and the last trace of luck was shattered.

"No Zen, no Zen! Hurry up, again, again. The peony girl's heart was broken, the peony girl was about to cry, but she couldn't say it anymore when she typed. It is precisely because of his misfortune and anger that he is indisputable, but his strength is not good, what can he do? No Zen is useless, or a silver-like wax gun head, and it cannot be counted on, and it cannot be relied on! The peony girl was angry in her heart, and she was already very disappointed in his performance. It seems that the peony woman still has to take action in person, with the whip of the overlord of the Vermilion Bird Feather......

"Forget it. The peony girl said in her heart: "It's just right to die." ”

If you look at it, Peony has already made a choice, and she has begun to find another way back.

Tung oil ropes, mixed steel wire binding, Wuzen monk Wuhua tied up in a stunned position, rain and cement water on his body and face, extremely embarrassed.

Situ Ye didn't speak, and walked away.

"Little monk, have you taken it?" Situ Wenwu stepped forward with a smile and sighed: "Let you be ruthless, teach you-"

Why don't you say it? Why can't you say it?

"Ahh At this point, Master Lingshi's training results for the Zen monks have appeared, and Situ Ye's fingers are still light in comparison.

Wuzen stood up, his expression was fierce and his eyes were like copper bells: "Come again!

For a while, the sky was silent, and the rain seemed to fall silently.

Everyone was silent, and Situ was frightened, but he also had a headache -

This monk is too troublesome!

The peony girl was overjoyed, and immediately smiled like a flower: "Look at it! Look at it! I'll just say, this is my family's Zen!"

Of course, this woman turns her face faster than she turns a book, and she changes her heart faster than she changes her face, so let's not talk about her for the time being.

Fight again!

No Zen punches, Arhat Eighteen!

It's a set of eighteen Arhat boxing, back and forth eighteen Arhat boxing, and eighteen Arhat boxing over and over again. Situ Ye was also a little impatient, and he was ready to concoct the same method for the third time, and completely took down this troublesome monk with heavy techniques. In fact, although the performance of the monk Wuzen today has exceeded everyone's expectations, for Situ Ye, defeating him is still not a problem.

But this time, the Zen boxing style has changed, and there is still only one set of eighteen Arhat boxing, and Situ Ye can no longer break it.

Eighteen Arhats, Eighteen Arhats, this punch has a total of eighteen moves. Arhat sitting deer, Arhat lifting bowl, Arhat tota, Arhat riding elephant, Arhat watchman, Arhat crossing the river, Arhat probe, Arhat ear digging, Arhat descending dragon, Arhat Fuhu, these ten types of Arhat in the front move in the back, is for the attack. Laughing Lion Arhat, Long Eyebrow Arhat, Happy Arhat, Contemplative Arhat, Meditation Arhat, Happy Arhat, Cloth Bag Arhat, Basho Arhat, these eight moves are in front of the Arhat in the back, and it is a defensive pose.

There has been a change in Wuzen's punching, only ten attacks are used when attacking, and eight guards are used on punctuality. At this time, a set of eighteen Arhat boxers will come out, when it is really with the party has had a earth-shaking change, when the attack is thunderous, the punctual door is tightly impregnable! Yes, no Zen will attack, no Zen can also be prevented! Before Wu Chan was unchanged, only because Wu Zen could still deal with it, and until this time Wu Chan came up with ten out of ten real kung fu, no Zen is strong when it is strong!

After more than ten tests, Situ Ye's brows were already furrowed, and after attacking more than ten times, Situ Ye's face became more and more solemn. Wuzen attacks and defends properly, Wuzen responds quickly, Wuzen seems to have learned well this time, Situ Ye does not attack him or grabs it, only sees the move on the spot, and chooses the opportunity to punch. In the blink of an eye, it was more than ten times, and Situ Ye did not add a finger to his body, but gave him a shock that made his arms ach faintly. Situ Ye stepped back, closed his palm, and finally realized that his own palm was actually the one he had no choice but to do with this monk! It was actually a hidden one! Situ Ye was terrified, and finally began to face the young monk in front of him!

He didn't know that such a scene had been experienced thousands of times, and the opponent was the spirit stone.

The rain is still falling, but it is slowing down, and the sky is still cloudy, but it is brighter. Even the cloud-like rain in the sky could not be blocked, and the brilliant red sun was originally in the sky. It is the Master who produces a high disciple, and the martial arts of Zen are taught by Lingshi, and the martial arts of Lingshi are by no means as lonely and nameless as Lingshi and his people. In the rain, everyone was looking at the monk, watching the tall and sturdy figure disappear in the mist.

It is like a majestic mountain in the clouds, showing its outline.

"Zheng!" The sword was unsheathed, the edge was like frost and snow, and the blade was white and bright, like a lightning light!

I can't know it, the electric sword is out.

Situ Ye stood with his sword in his hand, staring at Wu Zen: "Wu Zen-"

I wanted to say something, but I didn't have anything to say. No matter how he is in the status of the master of Situ Hall, in this way, facing an unarmed little monk with a blade, he is also a little gloomy: "You go there and get the blade." "A finger pointed, weapons eighteen like, long spears and short clubs, rain soaked edges. Wuzen shook his head and smiled: "Wuzen won't." "No Zen is no, no Zen has not been practiced, no Zen fist and no Zen feet are a weapon in itself: "Come on!"

People stand with their chests clenched into fists, and there is no trace of fear on their faces.

Situ Ye looked at him deeply, sighed, took a deep breath, and drew his sword.

The electric sword is not an electric sword, the sword is as fast as electricity, and there is no Zen only to feel a flash in front of him, and a sword has been slashed in front of him!

The sword is sharp, the person is fast, this sword is only a warning, Situ Ye did not hurt him.

Another sword, slashed diagonally, takes the left shoulder.

No Zen style Arhat crosses the river, left arm, right fist.

Situ Ye took a step back, put away his sword, and looked at Wuzen. Wuzen stood in place, closed his fists, and looked at Situ Ye.

In the blink of an eye, nothing seemed to have happened, but the two of them knew it.

Hit.

Blood had seeped out of his left arm, washed away by the rain, and was gone.

It is said that it is the golden body of the Arhat, but it is still only flesh and blood, and the strength of the blade breaks through the body, and it cannot be done without Zen.

No Zen punches, Arhat eighteen.

If it's broken, it's broken, and Wuzen never thinks that his vajra is not bad, and no one can break it, but he sheds a little blood, and the blood that Wuzen usually sheds is more. Having said that this kind of scene has been experienced thousands of times, Wuzen does not think so. Wu Chan grabbed, stormed, only attacked but not defended, and attacked it with ten attacks. Situ Ye retreated, took out his sword, and the sword must be hit, either in the arm or in the chest. Why do the two of them know that the real battle has just begun?

There is no Zen that can no longer be kept, and keeping it is like waiting for death.

Situ Ye can't enter, and entering is equivalent to sending him to death.

Situ Ye cut and chopped, and did not stab him with a sword, but waited for Wuchan to lose too much blood and wilt, and then tried to take it.

There is no Zen chasing and fighting, and there is no way back, just to break the skill with strength and break the fast, before exhaustion.

The electric sword is like electricity, fast and sharp, and it only takes a moment that there are dozens of swords in the body of Wuzen, and the skin and flesh are already scarred everywhere! The blood seeps out of the skin, and the rain washes away, and Wuzen goes forward to punch and punch again, and the spirit of the dragon and tiger is still alive and vigorous! One advance and one retreat, in the blink of an eye, it has become a trend of chasing and fighting, and Wuzen's fists and feet are not chaotic, but in terms of momentum, Wuzen has the upper hand! However, in the end, if he misses, what is the use of gaining the upper hand? Without realizing it, everyone had already seen it, and saw the dark red in the rain and cement splashes, like streams gathering in one place.

This battle can be said to be tragic!

At the moment of the battle, all the muddy water where Wuzen passed was dyed red, and the scars on the sturdy shoulders and arms of the fine red upper body rolled up to reveal the flesh, and the color was miserable white! Everyone was frightened and palpitated, everyone forgot to breathe, and almost all of them had a thought in their hearts: "Stop! Stop! Don't fight!" Situ Ye was also frightened, Situ Ye had the intention of stopping, but Wuchan chased after him and gave up a punch as fast as a punch and a punch as heavy as a punch, Situ Ye couldn't stop! There was no mercy under the sword, and there was a feeling in the hand, the solidity of the skin and flesh was better than that of cowhide and leather, and the master of Situ Hall had never encountered such a character!

"No Zen! No Zen! Stop fighting! Don't fight!" the peony girl cried out sadly, already in tears. The rain is as merciless as it is, and it blatantly rushes away blood and tears, and ruthlessness is also affectionate, and Tianshui can't bear to see it! After a desperate fight, why did they come? What if they win, what if they lose! No Zen no fighting, no Zen no fighting, the cold and shining blade seems to cut straight at the peony girl's heart, the slightest pain! dull and dull pain! Fear of losing love and pity-

Until this time, the heart was finally tied, and there was no Zen for the peony.

It was not until this time that the results of Lingshi's training for Wuzen were fully revealed.

The essence passes rapidly with the blood loss, and the strength and internal breath will eventually be exhausted. The golden body was broken, Wuzen was already scarred, the qi dissipated, and the rain blinded Wuzen's eyes. Jindan has also dimmed, the rotation is also slow, no Zen power is not enough, no Zen is about to be defeated. No Zen sees that it is the upper hand, but the situation is dangerous, and no Zen also knows it in his own heart. But Wuzen is not completely without a chance of winning, the odds are that Wuzen is entering Situ Ye and retreating, and when retreating, it is always slower than when retreating. Wuzen punched and punched again, and Situ Ye was right in front of him-

As long as there is still a trace of strength, Wuzen will never give up! Get up! Fight again! Get up! Fight again! Fight again! Fight again! Lingshi's words are clearly visible in Wuzen's ears at this time! And Wuzen has not fallen, Wuzen has not been defeated by him! The solid stone is strong, and the time is also stubborn, Wuzen is a strong and brave monk, and what Lingshi taught him is the tenacious and indomitable spirit!

It's not that serious, this sword is still so much worse than Master Lingshi's ring sword.

Besides, it's Master Lingshi, and it's not like Zen hasn't been hit.

Yes, no Zen is not only about the eighteen arhats.

There is one more trick, iron head gong!