Eight hundred and ninetieth chapters beyond the limit
The heroes from all the factions in the main hall were all long-time martial arts practitioners, and no one was unfamiliar with the "Shaolin Changquan". At this time, many people had surprised expressions on their faces, apparently having the same doubts as Sima Rulan.
After dodging five punches in a row, Wu Sheng Lao Mo suddenly punched back and shouted "Hit," in his mouth.
Seeing the old demon Wu Sheng making a move, Hua Bushi said "Hey" and said: "Is this the 'Hundred Victory Divine Fist'?" But he quickly shook his head and murmured: "No... this is not..."
"Hundred Victory Divine Fist" is Ma Wuhua's unique martial art. Although Wusheng Laomo's moves are similar in appearance, the strength of his moves are still quite different, as Hua Bushi immediately noticed.
The old demon Wu Sheng launched a move, and then took advantage of the situation to attack several times. Master Yuantong blocked and dodged, and then bullied himself into attacking. The two of them went back and forth, and when they saw each other's moves, they hit one place, and they made a sound of exhaling and shouting. It was so loud that it echoed throughout the hall.
Although the boxing techniques used by Wusheng Laomo are difficult to identify, they are also very simple and quick, and there are no subtle moves. He and Master Yuantong fought several moves, but in the eyes of everyone, he does not look like a top master at all. The duel between them is like an ordinary fight between boxers and escorts. Only those people can use such simple moves and still fight so lively.
At the beginning, the two people's movements were not too fast, but after each of them fired about ten punches, they became faster and faster. Master Yuantong and Wusheng Laomo seemed to be competing in terms of the speed of their attacks. Usually you are the one who makes the first move. Wanting to seize the opportunity, I returned the move but was half a minute faster, then took back the initiative again, and so on.
After more than twenty moves, the two men's moves were simple and the same as before, but their movements were much faster. It seemed that although they were still fighting like that, their attack speed was twice as fast as that of ordinary boxer escorts.
It was only then that the two men showed their extraordinary qualities as martial arts masters. Although the martial arts they used were not superior martial arts, just with the speed of their moves, if ordinary martial arts masters fought against them, they would be unable to catch even one or two moves. Gotta come down.
Hua Bushi finally realized something and said: "I understand why Master Yuantong only uses the 'Shaolin Changquan'. Only by using this method can we compete with the old demon Wusheng."
Sima Rulan was still puzzled and asked: "Why?"
Hua Bushi's eyes were focused on the fight between the two, and before he could reply for a moment, Yang Jiangyi said: "It's because Master Yuantong understands that simplicity is better than simplicity and that he can return to nature, so he made this choice. "
Using one's own strengths to attack the other's weaknesses is the way to victory. It sounds simple to say this, but when you are facing a master like Wusheng Laomo, it is very difficult for anyone to find out their weaknesses. If you want to seize them, Winning by chance is even more difficult.
Unlike Hua Bushi's first encounter with the old demon Wusheng today, Master Yuantong had already dealt with this demon once in the Shaolin Temple. Although Master Yuantong was suddenly attacked that time and was injured without taking precautions, he still dealt with it. We also know how strong Wu Sheng Lao Mo’s martial arts is.
Although Master Yuantong is proficient in many Shaolin stunts, he is not sure about defeating the old demon Wusheng with those stunts, so he chooses the simplest and most direct, but not superior martial arts "Shaolin Changquan" to compete with the opponent.
The essence of boxing is speed, reaction and strength. In fact, not only boxing, but any martial arts is no exception. Master Yuantong's fighting style has to compete with the opponent on these three points. He uses the simplest and most direct boxing method, which is You need to compare with the opponent's speed, the speed and strength of the punch, and the opponent's reaction when dismantling.
Wusheng Laomo is over seventy years old, and Master Yuantong also knows that an old man may have higher internal strength, richer experience in facing enemies, and more sophisticated martial arts moves, but his speed and reaction are not. It will definitely not be as good as when you were young, and your body's strength will also decline. This is the natural law of God, and no one can break it.
The simplest "Shaolin Changquan" moves can push the speed to the limit, so it is naturally the best choice for Master Yuantong. Wusheng Laomo also uses simple and direct boxing moves, and he also uses fast strikes. Quick tactics.
The two of them fought faster and faster, and the speed of punching and splitting moves was twice, twice, and even five times faster than that of ordinary boxer escorts. Even the most ordinary moves became too fast when executed at such a speed. The power is extraordinary, making people dazzled when they see it. The faces of the heroes of various sects in the hall are even more surprised, but their surprise at this time is not because Master Yuantong, the head of the "Shaolin Sect", uses Changquan and other major martial arts. , but the speed of punching and reaction of these two people can actually make the most ordinary punches become so terrifying.
Among the heroes, there are many who boast of high martial arts skills, but they think in their hearts that if they are Master Yuantong or Wusheng Laomo in the field, they will have to face the opponent's fighting style. Even if they have practiced superb martial arts to the highest level, they will be unable to do so. It's of no use at all. He will probably be defeated miserably after just a few punches.
Because they shot too fast, Master Yuantong and Wusheng Laomo's shouts and exhalations had already stopped. However, the "crack, bang, bang, bang" sounds they made when their fists, feet, and arms were blocking each other were continuous, almost louder than the continuous sound. The strings of exploding firecrackers are even denser.
Hua Bushi, who was watching Xiang Dou in front of the hall, had a serious expression on his face. He had very good eyesight, and standing at a high place, he could see every move of Master Yuantong and the old demon Wu Sheng. Clearly, I am only calculating silently in my heart.
At this time, the two of them had fought more than a hundred moves. Master Yuantong struck a total of 533 punches, while Old Demon Wusheng struck 542 punches. This shows that Old Demon Wusheng was still a step ahead. Most of these punches and kicks were dodged by twists and turns. The two only fought five times with their fists, but Master Yuantong was repulsed every time. From this point of view, there was no hope of success in terms of boxing power. The old devil also has an advantage.
Since Master Yuantong chose this fighting method, he must be very confident in his speed and strength. Hua Bushi also knows that this Shaolin monk does have reasons for confidence. Hua Bushi has seen the most powerful person in boxing in the past. Although he was considered the "Boxing Champion of Six Provinces" Fang Changsheng, he was certain that even if Fang Changsheng were to strike, he would never be able to have the speed and punching power of Master Yuantong.
However, even so, Master Yuantong is still inferior to the old demon Wusheng.
No matter how strong a person's martial arts is, there is always a limit to speed and strength, but this old demon seems to be able to regard the limit as if it were nothing. Hua Bushi even doubted whether this person was really an old man over seventy years old, or whether There really is a magic elixir in this world that can make people live forever and stay young forever.
With the speed of the two of them, it only took half a cup of tea to complete two hundred moves. Master Yuantong's punch speed could no longer be increased. It was obvious that he was trying his best, and even if he could maintain this speed, he would not be able to sustain it. It's been a long time, but the old demon Wusheng is still fighting faster and faster, and his ability is almost endless.
With muffled sounds, the two fists exchanged, and they fought six times. This was a helpless move by Master Yuantong who had no time to dismantle the opponent's moves. However, even so, after six exchanges, Wusheng Laomo's fists still hit each other hard. to his side.
With a "bang", Master Yuantong retreated three feet and staggered for a few steps before he regained his balance. However, the old demon Wusheng stood there with a look of arrogance on his face.
The winner was decided, Hua Bushi clenched his teeth, feeling shocked and furious. Although everyone had only heard one sound just now, Hua Bushi could see clearly that Wusheng Old Demon had actually hit Master Yuantong with three consecutive punches.
, just because the speed was too fast, it only made a sound.
"Wu Sheng Donor's boxing skills are superb, and the poor monk is far inferior," Master Yuantong said. After all, he is a martial arts master and the head of the largest sect in the world. Even if he loses, he cannot lose his grace.
Master Yuantong slowly turned around and walked back to the "Arhat Formation". Master Yuanjue and several other monks were about to step forward to help him, but he suddenly covered his ribs with his hands, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth. The opponent's three punches
It not only broke three of his ribs, but also severely injured his internal organs. He had just managed to walk back to the formation, but now he could no longer hold on.
Seeing the Shaolin monks applying medicine and binding Master Yuantong's wounds, the old demon Wu Sheng sneered: "You can fight with this holy ancestor for two hundred moves. The great monk's ability is not too bad, but you are already over fifty."
,You will never be my opponent again in this life,"
In this fight, Master Yuantong's speed, reaction and strength were not as good as those of Wu Sheng Lao Mo. Even if he recovers from his injuries in the future, as he gets older, these abilities will only become weaker and weaker, and he will no longer be able to
Compared with him.
At this time, someone heard someone say: "Old devil, Yuantong is no match for you, so how about you let me give it a try?"
The person who spoke was Taojun Baoxuan. Once Master Yuantong was defeated, among the masters of the six sects, only the head of the "Wu-Dang Sect" had the strength to fight against the old demon Wusheng.
Wusheng Laomo narrowed his eyes, glanced at him, and said: "Today, no one can be my Saint Ancestor's opponent, but since you, a Taoist priest, have challenged me, I will do as you wish. Come and take a sword.
Come,"
There was a believer outside the door who claimed to be the disciple and walked into the palace door holding a long sword.
Ten years ago, Baoxuan Daojun took charge of the Wudang sect and created the reputation of "the best swordsman in the world". This reputation has been spread in the world for ten years, but no one can shake it. No other weapons of the old demon Wusheng can be shaken.
To take it, he asked someone to bring him a sword. It was obviously intentional. He wanted to defeat him with the weapon Baoxuan was best at. If he failed in this battle, his reputation as "the best swordsman in the world" would no longer exist.
exists.
Look at the sword that the sect brought in. It was just an ordinary green steel sword. When the skill reached its peak, it could hurt people even by flying flowers and picking leaves. An ordinary green steel sword could also hurt people in the hands of the old demon Wusheng.
It won't be half inferior to the magic weapon.
The expression on Daojun Baoxuan's face did not change, and he said loudly: "I have been practicing swordsmanship for more than forty years. If you can defeat me on the sword, Baoxuan will die here today, and there will be no regrets."
But seeing the blue shadow flicker, he flew out of the sky in a large formation, stretching ten feet across. At the same time, he raised his arm, and the long sword on his back came out of its sheath. The cold light flashed and shot straight up to a height of ten feet. Just before he landed,
At this moment, the sword light also happened to fly down, and the sword hilt fell into the palm.