Chapter 582 The soldiers break the pestle and break the clouds and chase the wind
"Hahaha! What kind of strange weapon are you using? It's actually a farming tool! Hahaha..."
Prince Jin Zhiwen of Silla put the mallet on his shoulder, pointed at the nine-tooth nail rake with one hand, and laughed loudly.
Yu Zhile's face turned red and he couldn't help but feel ashamed and annoyed. But when he saw that the Prince of Silla was holding a mallet, he was no better than himself. Then he calmed down the depression in his heart and raked the nine-tooth nail over his head.
Come to Jin Zhiwen as a supporter!
Jin Zhiwen heard the sound of the wind and did not dare to ignore it. He quickly stepped back two feet to get out of the way of the nine-tooth nail rake. At the same time, the mallet was lifted off his shoulder and hit the back of the rake with a "pop".
Yu Zhile used 80% of his strength to rake, and was strengthened by the mallet. He was immediately nailed to the table with a "duh" sound. The rake teeth were sharp and penetrated three-thirds of the wood, but he did not pull it out for a while! And Jin Zhiwen held the mallet in his hand.
, then hurriedly and slowly swiped sideways, and went straight to the back of Yu Zhile's head.
Yu Zhile felt a chill in his heart and his hair stood on end. He immediately let go of the rake rod and jumped forward, narrowly avoiding the sweep of the rod. Then he turned around, held the rake head and handle, and decisively turned left and right.
.But when there was a "click" sound, the rake rod had been removed, and then it was used as a short stick to hit Jin Zhiwen's lower abdomen.
Jin Zhiwen wanted to attack again, but Yu Zhile's stick was so quick and steady that he almost hit his lifeline. He had to switch from attack to defense, pressing down on the mallet and swinging the rake rod away. He then stepped back several steps and handed the stick to his left hand.
, his feet slipped, and his body pounced again.
Yu Zhile's stick was to use offense instead of defense, not to make progress. Seeing Jin Zhiwen retreating to avoid it, he immediately used his hands and feet to make a cat pounce and grabbed the big bundle. He picked up a scorpion hook and clasped it on the rake pole.
On top of it, he took advantage of the situation and struck at Jin Zhiwen's left side.
"Puff! Puff!"
He struck with the stick and hammer, and immediately beat back the long hook after several attacks. The moves seemed to be swaying and panicked, but they revealed a cunning style of moving left and right, making sounds in the east and west. In addition, the birch wood was solid and soaked in tung oil, which was the hook blade.
Planing on it will only leave short white marks.
After Yu Zhile exchanged several moves with him, he finally understood the clues. Then he hooked the wave, floated, pushed, lifted, set back, set up, clouded, held up... all the movements were smooth and smooth, clean and neat.
.If it weren’t for the fact that Jin Zhiwen was fierce with his hammer, strong physically, and the prince of Silla, killing him would have been a bit troublesome. Yu Zhile would have already used his killing move to kill this arrogant maniac on this stage.
Jin Zhiwen thought that Yu Zhile was defeated, so he danced with the mallet in his hand more and more vigorously, and yelled: "You are an ordinary man! So what if you are 'covering everything'? Isn't it 'expert but not expert, everything is sparse'? I am a 'subduing devil's pestle'"
', I only want to beat people like you who are good at talking about it! If you have no real talent or knowledge, why bother to show your face..."
As he spoke, he swung the mallet again and hit the mouth of the long hook several times in succession.
Yu Zhile's arms were sore, the tiger's mouth was shaking violently, and he could hardly hold the long hook in his hand. When he found an empty door in Jin Zhiwen's hand, he finally took a moment to breathe. When he removed the hook, he was dumbfounded.
The hook blade was smashed by the mallet and was twisted and out of shape!
Jin Zhiwen got excited about fighting, and he felt quite proud of "the synergy of heaven and earth". He exchanged the stick left and right with great ease. Seeing Yu Zhile retreating and hiding, but he was not satisfied, he immediately stepped on his feet and stepped forward again.
Comes great.
Yu Zhile removed the deformed scorpion hook and threw it towards Jin Zhiwen. He immediately ran back to the silk cloth bundle and picked out a double-headed Xuanhua ax. As usual, he turned and buckled it, and there was another bright axe.
Big axe.
Jin Zhiwen tilted his head and neck slightly, moved the mallet, and opened the scorpion hook, and his body was stagnant at the same time. When he saw another long soldier in Yu Zhile's hand, he couldn't help but gritted his teeth and stamped his feet in anger. Immediately, he didn't care much anymore.
He lowered his body and took a long step, swung the mallet down and slashed Yu Zhile's knees diagonally.
Yu Zhile held the big ax in his hand and was a little more courageous. He first swiped to the left to stop the birch club; then he pushed to the right, trying to cut Jin Zhiwen's jaw. Attack and defense were combined, and he was caught off guard. Although he dodged,
Just in time, half of the beard under the chin was cut off by the double-headed Xuanhua axe!
"Blow hair and break hair...what a sharp axe!"
Jin Zhiwen's heart trembled, and he broke out in a cold sweat. Most of his arrogance just now disappeared in an instant. The water breeze blew by, and he felt a chill on his neck. While he was annoyed that he underestimated the enemy for a moment, he was also glad that his head was still intact and there was no defect.
Yu Zhile took advantage of the victory and attacked again. The big ax was like chopping mountains and waves. As he whirled and jumped, he actually danced with wind and thunder!
Not only did Jin Zhiwen dare not take a direct answer, but all the knights in the audience also felt cold in their hearts when they saw it: This guy is not only knowledgeable about everything, he is simply master of everything! If he is willing to specialize in one or two weapons, I am afraid that everyone here will...
Most likely he may not be his opponent...
The long soldiers shouted, and the broad blades flew.
Yu Zhile danced to his heart's content and was so mesmerized that he almost forced Jin Zhiwen to a corner of the square stage.
Looking sideways down, the Yishui is cool and green. It is refreshing at first sight, but after looking at it for a long time, he actually feels a little dizzy. Jin Zhiwen did not dare to look more. When he turned his head, the big ax was already clamped
A whistling sound came towards his shoulder.
It was too late, but it was too soon. Jin Zhiwen suddenly jumped three or four feet high, barely avoiding the big axe. Holding the stick in both hands, from top to bottom, he knocked hard on the iron hoop where the two bamboo and wooden stacks were connected!
"Crack!"
The iron hoop was in good condition, but a piece of bamboo and wood finally became overwhelmed and was broken by the blow. A double-headed Xuanhua ax suddenly turned into a broken pole and a short axe, and it was no longer the same.
He is so fierce and powerful.
Jin Zhiwen was unyielding when he gained the upper hand! As if venting his anger, he swung down the mallet in his hand like raindrops, making random "pop-pop" sounds everywhere he passed. In an instant, Yu Zhile was so hit that he couldn't even lift his head, and could only think about it.
The short ax and broken pole were used to protect the vital parts of the head and neck...it was only possible to parry, but not to fight back.
However, the double-headed Xuanhua ax is sharp after all. After a piecemeal beating, there are many gaps of different depths on the birch wood mallet. If the big ax is still intact, it may not be impossible to chop it into two pieces.
Perhaps his physical strength was gradually declining, so Jin Zhiwen swung his arms and finally showed signs of fatigue. Yu Zhile suddenly felt something. Taking advantage of his negligence, he immediately threw the object in his hand with great force.
Jin Zhiwen heard the strong wind blowing in his face, and he swept and picked one after another. Broken poles and short axes flew out left and right, one clattered to the ground, the other was embedded in the railing, and the half of the ax handle continued to tremble.
Just as he was sweeping and picking, Yu Zhile jumped back to the silk cloth bundle. He grabbed a piece of bamboo and wood with his left hand, and pulled a bronze spearhead with his right hand. With a "click", they joined together. Just as he was about to
When he pushed aside a pile of things and looked for a few pieces of bamboo and wood, he saw Jin Zhiwen with a fierce look on his face. He also imitated his look and swung the mallet in his hand, catching the strong wind and hitting his face directly!
Yu Zhile was half squatting on the stage at this time, still holding the unassembled spear in his hand. He wanted to dodge, but it was too late. He had to raise the spear head and wave it out against the strong wind——
"Chi!" The mallet broke off with a sound, and the cut was smooth, as if it were sawed. The two broken mallets separated from the left and right in an instant, rolled over, and fell to both sides, like two carelessly discarded firewood.
Yu Zhile was also slightly startled. Before he could take a closer look, Jin Zhiwen had already fit and pounced on him, knocking him out more than ten feet away. Although this collision seemed rough, it had an immediate effect and immediately blocked his intention to assemble the weapon again.
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Jin Zhiwen succeeded in one move and was very proud. He put his hands on his hips and said: "You are a fool! No matter how many tricks you use, you can't defeat me. I can defeat ten with one force. Come on, let's fight with bare hands without using any weapons. Let's decide whether to live or die!"
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Yu Zhile's face turned gloomy: "Jin Zhiwen, I respect you as a distinguished guest of the vassal country, so I brought up a weapon to play with you! If you don't know how to show appreciation, you will definitely eat my fist. I'm afraid you will have to answer today
Here it is…”
"What a big sigh! I want to see how soon your 'Guizhou donkey' will be 'unskilled'!"
Jin Zhiwen bared his teeth, but he put on a paradoxical boxing stance. When the entourage in the audience saw this, they all clapped their hands and applauded. Only Zen Master Lingzhen and the monks from Xiangshan Temple saw this, and they all looked strange and couldn't laugh or cry.
Yang Zhaoxi looked at Fang Qidou and said with a smile: "Senior Brother Fang! This old friend of yours is really interesting. He has all kinds of swords, guns and sticks. He is worthy of being a 'well-rounded' Yu Shaoxia! As for the Prince of Silla, his boxing skills are somewhat familiar.
But it’s also weird…”
"Of course it's weird!"
Fang Qidou raised his eyebrows, interrupted Yang Chaoxi's words, and said to the monks of Xiangshan Temple, "This boxing stance is the most common 'Arhat Boxing' in the Buddhist sect. It's just that his lower body is empty, the horse's steps are out of shape, and there are ten places
There are six or seven places where he cannot grasp the key points. I don’t know who he is learning from... If he fights like this, no matter how strong he is physically, he will still suffer heavy losses when facing the enemy."
"What Team Fang said is true. The Prince of Silla is really confused! Everyone else is using their strengths to avoid their weaknesses, but he abandoned his strengths and used his weaknesses to fight... If he is still defeated, where is the justice of heaven?!"
When Xiao Zhan heard this, he stroked his sword and smiled.
After Yang Chaoxi heard this, he nodded repeatedly. He turned around and looked around at all the knights. Anyone who could explain the secrets clearly came up with similar conclusions as Fang and Xiao.
The most heated debate among the knights was about which move Jin Zhiwen, the prince of Silla, should lose to Yue Yilou Yu Zhile. There were even more gamblers who were fond of gambling. Each took his money and started betting against each other.
Seeing Jin Zhiwen's serious look, Yu Zhile couldn't help but feel happy: This prince of Silla is really embarrassing! A nondescript "Arhat Fist" must be compared with his best "Splitting Cloud and Chasing Wind Palm"
Confrontation. If this is the case, he can still lose, so he might as well find a piece of tofu and kill him.
As soon as he thought of this, Yu Zhile's worries disappeared. Then his muscles and bones stretched out, and there was a "crackling" sound of the joints, which made Jin Zhiwen's heart skip a beat, and he felt a little bad.
"You're a jerk! Take a punch from me!"
Jin Zhiwen got excited and decided to strike pre-emptively. He jumped forward and punched directly in front of Yu Zhile.
Yu Zhile remained motionless and calm. When he saw Jin Zhiwen's right fist rushing towards him, he raised his hand and struck him on the face of his fist with a crisp sound like a falcon flapping its wings.
Jin Zhiwen looked shocked, and then his facial features twitched, almost twisting into a ball. When he removed his hand and took a closer look, he saw that the surface of his fist was swollen, red and black, and it looked very much like the "Black Sand Palm", a sinister palm technique in Middle Earth.
He couldn't help but said angrily: "Zhu Zipi... hiss! Your palm technique is too cruel and goes against the principles of chivalry... It hurts to death!"
Yu Zhile stood up with his palms closed, and said with contempt in his eyes: "Before I came on stage just now, Xiao Ke made it clear that the best martial arts is this palm technique. You don't believe it, so I have to give you one or two moves to teach you.
Tasting!”
"What a bastard! I'm afraid of you?!"
Jin Zhiwen jumped up and punched out again, but it was a move from the "Arhat Fist" called "Black Tiger Kick Up the Mountain". His right foot caught him by surprise and he kicked out from behind, trying to hit Yu Zhile's waist and eyes; his right fist turned into a palm.
, came quickly, but rushed towards the temple!
Jin Zhiwen has practiced this move most skillfully with fists and kicks, and has always used it as a killing move. He is confident that if he uses it now, he will be able to knock Yu Zhile down in one move. With a few more punches, he will be sure of victory.
However, Yu Zhile still did not dodge, his cheeks flushed slightly, and he had already summoned his inner breath and stored it in his left palm. When Jin Zhiwen's right foot came first, he immediately raised a palm knife and slashed at the target diagonally.
The sole of Jin Zhiwen's right foot.
As he spat out his energy, Jin Zhiwen felt a strong force that instantly poured into his right leg. He couldn't tell whether it was numbness or pain. His right fist was naturally empty, and his body flew backwards!
The clouds were dark in front of my eyes and the wind was rushing in my ears. This feeling only lasted for less than half a breath, when I heard a loud bang from my back and hit a railing. The railing made a soft "click" sound, but
It was completely cut off. Fortunately, the rope was entangled, and Jin Zhiwen was supported by this section of the fence on the side of the square platform, shaking uncontrollably with the unabated force.
Jin Zhiwen felt severe pain in his back, ringing in his ears, and his eyes went black and white for a while, with countless stars flying around. In a trance, he caught a glimpse of Yu Zhile walking slowly and asked him something, as if to tell him to surrender.
He struggled to get up, but the remaining strength was removed by the limp rope, and he could only say with dissatisfaction: "You...what kind of palm technique is this?"
Seeing how stubborn he was, Yu Zhile lost interest in pressing further questions and immediately turned around and left:
"If you are not as skilled as others, what's the point of supporting yourself? People like you who are strong on the outside but weak on the inside should just go back to Silla as soon as possible!"
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