"The remnants of Southern Shaolin are not yet dead."

Monk Yankong laughed ferociously, seeming to be very satisfied with the scene in front of him, "I often regret not being there when the Shaolin Temple was burned down. Not being able to see the Supreme Good Old Bald Donkey crying with my own eyes is really a lifelong regret..."

Monk Yankong put aside the pain in his right foot, slowly sat down on the bridge, turned sideways and raised his palms, and once again mobilized all his internal strength, "Looking at the martial arts of this kid, you must have been carefully cultivated by the Supreme Good Old Bald Donkey."

The seedling that came out, if I beat you to death on the spot today, it would give me a lot of pleasure!"

Even though Hong Wending is young, his martial arts foundation is first-rate and solid. Even though his physique has regressed slightly due to the rotten bone poison, his moves and realm are still improving by leaps and bounds under Jiang Wen's guidance, gradually replacing the tangible with the intangible, with the intention of jumping out of the confines of the sect.

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I saw that his body was walking steadily, his lower body was solid, his demeanor was calm on the outside and fierce on the inside, and his eyes seemed to be closed, and he had a panoramic view of Monk Yankong's every move.

"The posture is good, better than the vulgar and shallow palm technique just now."

Monk Yankong smiled slightly.

Hong Wending hasn't done anything serious for a long time. The one a few days ago was not even a warm-up, and his body was inevitably a little lazy. However, martial arts is about bravery and diligence, and it is also more important to think quietly and purely. When there is a punch in the heart, Hong Wending

Gradually, it seems that there is not much difference between cutting firewood and beating people...

It’s just a clean break!

A strong wind roared past, and the two lanterns on the closed west gate of Fuzhou swayed, flickering in and out like blood beads.

Not to mention the guards at the Night City Gate and the residents in the city, they were all dormant in this long night, seeming to have fallen into a deep sleep, or waiting desperately in the dark for the day that might never come.

out.

In hand-to-hand combat, you need to keep your eyes wide open in order to capture every movement of the opponent and at the same time shock the opponent; while in a roaming fight, you only have to close your eyes, put your intention first when making judgments, and get carried away, and at the same time avoid being blinded by wind and sand in a stalemate.

Reveal flaws that shouldn't be there.

Therefore, as the wind and dust blew in, Hong Wending caught the flaw first and took action as fast as a rabbit.

As soon as he takes action, it is Hong Family Quan's most unstoppable killing move - the double shape of tiger and crane!

The tiger shape is fierce, the tiger claws are majestic, the crane pecks are dangerous, and the crane's mind is clever. The moves created by Hong Xiguan are different from the double-shaped boxing of "Hongtou Buddha Tail" in later generations. While the moves of Shaolin Five-shaped Boxing are precise and changeable,

, more killing moves come out one after another, it is a first-class fighting boxing method, leaving no escape route for the enemy or ourselves.

Hong Wending was still small, so he took advantage of his agility and body to attack fiercely. He was able to change the length of the bridge at his fingertips, and many dangers appeared in an instant, but he was able to resolve them one by one.

The tiger's power is horizontal to overcome the straight, the crane's intention is weak and strong, the tiger's claws are like a ferocious insect pounces on the beast, and the crane's wings are like flying into the water. His moves are as fast as lightning, forcing Monk Yankong to retreat, and he is defeated by a set of punches.

, the posture is majestic like a five-clawed golden dragon, and the posture is like an old monk in meditation, which is already extremely magical.

"What a Tiger and Crane Double Shape Fist! What's the relationship between your master and Miao Xian?"

Monk Yankong's eyes were full of brilliance. He waved his sleeves to block Hong Wending's incoming moves, and his steps were not chaotic at all. Obviously, these failed to make him break through the defense. At the same time, he could see through Hong Wending's real move at a glance.

"The tiger shape is divided into red and black gates, and the crane shape has an opening and closing mouth. Do you still have a black gate fist hidden? You plan to use the white tiger's three claws, followed by the black tiger to penetrate the forest, and the poisonous crane's twelve hands, to break my

Middle gate? Humph, only that old man Miao Xian can be so vicious. He deserves to be beaten until he vomits blood and loses his life, and then hides his name with his whole family."

Monk Yankong limped, but his body and pace were not affected at all. He took the opportunity to fight back, but Hong Wending flew up again just as he said, and swung three tiger claws in the air, like a cloud hugging the moon.

Just enough to cover up the hidden heart-piercing claws.

At this moment, the clear move is in front and the secret method is behind. Monk Yankong stretched out his hand like a cattail leaf to block his eyes. He stepped back and dodged the heart-piercing black tiger claw, but he had already stepped into a series of traps. He stepped back step by step.

Hong Wending's arms stretched out like wild cranes swooping down, and as he drummed in his Dantian, his throat roared, and his killing move was ready!

The poisonous crane taught secretly by Hong Xiguan opens and closes his twelve hands continuously, attacking vital parts of the human body such as the base of the skull, throat, chest process, seventh to eighth rib seams, etc., and repeatedly strikes the connecting muscle bundles of large muscle groups, the side of the chin, etc.

In the respiratory tract and nerve parts, Yin and Yang are all poisonous.

After being revised by an expert in life and death fighting like Hong Xiguan, this boxing technique has become a series of vicious and deadly hands that form a system with no way out!

As the middle door was tricked open, Monk Yankong's large official robes were blown up by the swift wind, and he was hit with a blast like a firecracker. However, he stood still in the courtyard, as if he could no longer move due to nerve paralysis.

Shengsheng received a series of killing moves.

Hong Wending held his breath tightly and did not dare to change, to prevent any flaw in the twelve poisonous crane hands that were connected closely, because he was the only one who noticed that his killing move had actually hit, but the other party did not show the slightest reaction from an ordinary person, as if

The fatal weakness all over his body is just an ordinary spot on his flesh!

This terrifying reaction reminded Hong Wending of the inhumane and poisonous man Ma Ning'er, but the person in front of him clearly had all his limbs intact, and would bleed in pain if bitten...

Hong Wending was observing something with his peripheral vision and had to start thinking about his retreat.

After all, this fight was different from the small fight in the escort agency where Tao Zian was taught a lesson. The strong murderous intent in the two people's moves had gradually affected his mind. According to his own estimation, if he couldn't succeed in another quarter of an hour, things would get worse.

It's out of control again.

Monk Yankong narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling a little confused about the increasingly crazy and fierce Hepei in front of him. However, he was not afraid at all because of his thorough knowledge of Shaolin boxing.

After standing up and passively accepting the attack for a long time, he finally started to move. Just when Hong Wending jumped up and couldn't avoid it, Monk Yankong danced his palms like windmills, then suddenly turned around and put his hands on the ground, and his uninjured one leg flew into the air like lightning.

Kick out.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! At this time, in Hong Wending's field of vision, there was no longer a weird monk in official robes, only a colorful tiger with a single tail standing upright and looking back.

When the tiger roars from the gaze, there will be waves of evil wind coming to attack you!

This move was fast and dangerous. Hong Wending felt that a shadow in front of him quickly enlarged, and in the next second, a big foot was already stamped on his chest. Qi and blood surged all over his body. The smell of rust continued to appear between his lips and teeth, and he vomited blood.

He flew out.

"This is the killer move in the tiger-shaped fist - the tiger tail kick through the heart. How does it feel?"

Monk Yankong turned around with a grin, his evil face even more ugly and ferocious.

The piercing tiger's tail imitates the vertical tail of a large insect. An ordinary person only needs one kick in the chest, abdomen or lower jaw, which can cause him to vomit blood and coma, or lead to immediate death with a split brain, not to mention that it can turn into a chain of tiger's tail, with each kick being more serious than the next.

Until the opponent's entire body is kicked to pieces.

This move is a technique he stole from a master in Southern Shaolin. Ordinary people would never imagine that the tiger claws filled with tiger-shaped fists and the tiger's attack would hide such a sinister turn and kick. It is even less expected that he calls himself compassionate.

In the pure land of Zen sect, I will study such cruel martial arts with enthusiasm!

Buddhism is boundless and compassionate?

What a big joke!

Monk Yankong wanted to pursue relentlessly, but out of the corner of his eye he saw a figure like a small bean, dragging a burlap bag with both hands, struggling to get into the alley, and almost hit him when he wasn't paying attention.

Got it.

"Where to run!"

Monk Yankong was so angry that even the wound on his ankle stung. He raised his iron palm and tried to catch up, taking advantage of the situation to smash Xiao Shitou's head.

But at the moment of pursuit, a fierce murderous intention was quickly transmitted through the air. Monk Yankong's left hand felt like a steel needle piercing the bones, and his skin and flesh were beating. A kind of premonition belonging to a warrior made him quickly duck out of the way.

The speed was faster than he imagined. Even though he had withdrawn his hand, a few strands of flesh and blood were torn off by a black shadow. The shadow was as long as a python and swam up the wall of the alley, then jumped back and fell to the ground with its limbs low.

, head and tail up and down, looking left and right, the behavior is extremely strange, not like a humanoid at all.

Hong Wending's face was covered with purple bloodshot eyes. The blood at the corners of his mouth had not yet dried, and the shoe prints on his chest were also deeply visible.

As his body undulated and swayed, he seemed to be able to hear the strange sounds of the broken bones in his body moving and reuniting, and the blood vessels gluing and resetting. His face was covered with swimming purple bloodshot eyes, and his eyes were dim, staring at Monk Yankong blindly.

, the murderous aura all over his body was condensed and never dispersed.

Xiao Shitou turned his head and saw this scene. He pulled the burlap bag faster and disappeared into the alley.

"Secret Dragon-shaped Fist!"

Monk Yankong's expression at this time was extremely exciting, and his voice was trembling and trembling. He felt that the anger all over his body was like a candle being extinguished in a heavy rain. After the anger stopped, a bone-chilling chill spread throughout his body, followed by an equally chilling feeling.

Pure murderous intent surged out.

"Tell me! Where did you learn the secret dragon-shaped fist!!!"

Monk Yankong looked like a madman, with veins from his arms to his neck exposed. He sternly questioned Hong Wending, who was already in a state of confusion. However, as soon as he saw the strange look on the child's face, which seemed to be a smile but not a smile, his movements became stagnant and hesitant for a moment.

The smile on Hong Wending's face is difficult to describe in words. There is only a vertical line left in the blurred pupils, which seems to have the unique coldness of a crocodile lizard-like reptile.

"Have you ever entered the Southern Shaolin Wooden Alley?!"

The Vajra Prajna Palm split mountains and opened ridges, piercing through walls without stopping, followed by Hong Wending's crushing, breathing in the lungs like thunderous bursts, the wind blowing from the palm came overwhelming, but Hong Wending floated far away like autumn leaves in the wind.

go.

"No, it's impossible for anyone alive to come out of that place! Could it be that the old bald donkey Zhishan redrawn the "Ink Dragon Hidden Sea Map"?!"

Monk Yankong was still roaring, holding out his palms and chasing after him.

Hong Wen's movements are like a dragon and a snake rising from the land, murderous intent appears frequently, and they stop like a dragon diving into the abyss, shushing the clouds and calling for rain. Compared with the first appearance in Wuyi Mountain, Hong Wen's practice of strange boxing skills is no longer the same as when he first appeared in Wuyi Mountain. Every time he appears like a dragon in the clouds,

Floating and sinking, its momentum is agile and unpredictable.

Before Monk Yankong's fierce palms could turn around to exert force, Wen Ding's claws were already in a clasping position, and the back and wrist bones of his hands were entangled with threads, fighting fiercely with his body.

The three appearances of Yunlong are unpredictable. The first strike is like a horned dragon raising its horns, the second strike is like a blue dragon probing its claws, and the third strike is like a candle dragon illuminating the dark night. The light is extremely dazzling in the middle of the night. But if you look closely, it is a little bit blooming between the moves.

The pure killing intent suddenly illuminated the opponent, and those pupils suddenly shrank like needlepoints due to fear...

Monk Yankong's official uniform was torn on his chest, and blood flowed from the wound, but he looked up to the sky and screamed, as if a bright pearl illuminated the fog in his heart.

"I understand! "Molong's Hidden Sea Map" is only half of the essence at most, and this martial arts that selects and devours people has been poisonous for hundreds of years and has long since evolved to an incredible state! The Supreme Good Old Bald Donkey must be the leader

People enter the pagoda forest at the back of the mountain and pay homage to the dead body of the culprit among the withered pines!"
To be continued...