Episode 1 Martial Arts Master Chapter 11 Thirteen Illusions
Simon became angry and said: "Yes, you have offended the dignity of the Tiger Mercenary Group. Aubrey, let's go together and show him some color." Although the magician has a strong attack power, he may not be able to do it when he is approached.
They can reap benefits, not to mention that they have thieves who are the most powerful in close combat. As long as there are more people, they will rush in together, and they will not be able to discipline the other party.
The thief Anthony quickly pulled out two daggers and said with a grin: "I haven't tasted blood for a long time." The members of the mercenary group had practiced exquisite cooperation together, and he was sure that he could bully the magic elf under Simon's cover.
Then chop it into meat paste within one meter in front of the chef.
The cannibal suddenly pulled out two serrated hand axes from his armpits. The sharp edges shone with dazzling silver in the sun. Without saying a word, he threw them forward. The weights of the two ends of the hand axes were different, and then they spun rapidly.
He ran towards Shen Zhimo's door. At the same time, Simon jumped up high and raised the huge "Wandering Sword" above his head. His indomitable momentum enveloped the scene. He only waited for Shen Zhimo's body shape to deviate after avoiding the hand axe, and then divided it into two parts in one fell swoop.
Two halves. After a short run-up, Aubrey placed his left foot on a nearby step. Without stopping, his right foot took advantage of the momentum and flew up the wall. He was only two meters away from Tyrese. He pulled out a black cloak with his left hand.
Cover her head and face.
Tyreseer was a little surprised. He raised his arm and wanted to launch a magic attack. He saw a faint white light emitting from his palm and disappeared immediately. However, the imaginary electric light ball did not emit at all. Everyone was secretly delighted: "It turns out that magicians are just powerful people.
, don’t think too much, kill!”
The situation is very dangerous.
Shen Zhimo tilted his neck, and the hand ax on the left swept past his temple hair and chopped into the wall behind him. A cloud of dust was thrown up, and gravel and debris fell one after another. It was even able to chop into the hard stone wall, which showed how powerful the hand ax was.
Some members of the mercenary group who had no time to take action still had malicious smiles on their lips, but they soon discovered that they were completely wrong. Shen Zhimo stretched out his two fingers flatly forward while eating, and spread his powerful Vajra fingers on them, pressing them hard.
The second hand ax that came straight at him was clamped firmly, and the sharp edge of the ax between the two fingers was just a hair's breadth away from the skin.
What kind of vision and fingering power does this require? None of the members of the mercenary group dared to imagine.
It was too late, but it was too late. Shen Zhimo reversed his fingers, grabbed the handle of the ax and faced Simon upwards. The sword and ax collided with each other, making a loud "clang" sound. Simon carried a fierce momentum from top to bottom,
Everyone knew that this would be a situation where a chariot would crush the grass, and Shen Zhimo would inevitably break his ax and die. However, to their surprise, Simon was knocked away, the jaws of the tiger were broken, and the Wandering Sword flew up into the air.
A guy who rushed up to pick up a ready-made bargain suddenly realized something was wrong and stopped abruptly. However, it was too late. Shen Zhimo was watching all directions and listening in all directions. After knocking Simon away, he immediately "slit Huashan alone" and slashed at him with an axe.
On the guy's shoulder. Chichi! The sound of broken bones was clearly transmitted to everyone's ears. Blood sprayed around like a fountain in the central garden of the port. The guy fell down in response to the axe.
If you don't have any time, would you dare to challenge a dozen of you?
Shen Zhimo didn't stop. At this time, Aubrey had just handed the dagger to Tyreseer's neck. He stepped on the seven-star chain step, showing a difficult body-lighting skill. He transformed and changed positions, and almost instantly approached Tyreseer.
, put his arms around the elf's neck and pulled him behind him.
Aubrey's eyes were blurred. The beautiful elf suddenly turned into a man with a fierce face. Shen Zhimo slapped him, and Aubrey immediately rolled over like a wheel. He was dizzy for a moment, and the dagger
He couldn't hold it firmly and hurt his thigh.
He fought three people alone, had to dodge flying axes, and protect Tyreseer. He accomplished so many things almost in the blink of an eye. He was calm and graceful. Every movement was pleasing to the eye, but full of lethality, showing strength and beauty to the extreme.
, people can't help but feel that he can match thousands of troops.
Simon fell back to the ground, his blood boiling, his throat sweetened, and he almost spurted out blood. Before he could stand still, the hovering sword in the air spun down and inserted into the gap between the stone slabs in front of his toes. Everyone was so frightened that they could not speak.
Even the cannibals couldn't help but take several steps back. It was not easy to avoid someone with a flying ax easily. Everyone looked at each other, no one dared to take a step forward. The guy with the ax stuck in his shoulder endured the pain and crawled back desperately.
Shen Zhimo let go of Terry Hill and grabbed the hair of the person closest to him. His gestures were erratic and at a distance. It was a small grappler with exquisite tricks. How could that person avoid it? He caught him immediately and struck four loud blows.
He slapped the man in the face and beat him to pieces. He couldn't tell the direction. He threw it aside like a dead dog and said: "You bunch of bastards, damn, I won't talk nonsense anymore. From today on,
No members of the mercenary group are allowed to enter the market area."
Simon was afraid of being poisoned by him, so he was frightened and confused. He quickly pulled out the sword and held it in his hand. He put up a posture and shouted: "What on earth are you going to do? Our Tiger Mercenary Group has not offended you." The words were spoken in a strong voice, but the content was not clear.
Already showing a lack of confidence, no one of the dozen or so normally domineering mercenary group members dared to say even a single word at this moment.
"I won't say more." Shen Zhimo said, "I want that place. I'll explain it to your boss when I go back."
"You will regret it." Simon tried to calm down his frantic mood and said, "Escape from Kuzeskar Port if you can. The captain will let you know what hell is."
Shen Zhimo sneered and said, "That's quite loud. I'll give you thirty seconds to disappear in front of me."
Simon's group of people dared not speak out in anger, and slowly pushed back until they disappeared around the corner of the alley.
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The two children in the blacksmith shop have been helping out, moving things, and doing manual labor all day long. They are exhausted. Hammar has no sympathy for them, because when he was an apprentice thirty years ago, the master
This is what he said: "There are no requirements for blacksmithing. What matters is strength. Considering your qualifications, do you still want to become a forging master?" This made Hamar feel ashamed in his youth, but in the following decades, he gradually realized that
Strength is the foundation of blacksmithing.
Shen Zhimo did not go to the market to collect taxes. He spoke nonchalantly, but he knew very well that the market was not his yet, and if he had to take it by force, he would only pay a higher price than expected. He and Terry Hill went to a nearby stall.
After drinking a few bowls of sweet goat milk that had been processed to remove the smell, I returned to the blacksmith shop.
Terry Hill still had that half-dead look. Shen Zhimo was not a fool. He behaved like no one in front of Simon. When he came back, he recalled Terry Hill's unparalleled magic. He was sweating and almost breathless. He asked the weird elf in a roundabout way.
For many questions, the other party didn't say anything, so I had no choice but to think of a solution on my own.
Walking into the old dormitory covered with spider webs, Shen Zhimo immediately locked the door and squatted on the ground in a daze. The dormitory was dirty and small, only ten square meters. There was only one bed in the front and back, and there were a few changes of clothes and daily necessities piled on the bed.
He studied the "Hymn Collection of the Cathedral of Light" in the local language, and there was also a book of martial arts experience under his pillow. It was summed up by pondering various martial arts moves in his spare time, and he named it "Qian Huan".
"Thirteen Postures", and then gather what they have learned throughout their lives to form a set of extremely powerful exercises.
Shen Zhimo has experienced countless things and has read countless martial arts secrets. He has dabbled in various sects in the Central Plains, the Western Regions, the East China Sea, the Southern Borders, and the Northland, so he has extremely rich experience. However, due to his age and knowledge, he has not been able to have a deeper understanding. He is always unable to
He made greater progress, and after traveling to another world, his inner strength disappeared out of thin air, which was a huge blow to him, so he was willing to stay dormant in the blacksmith shop all day long to think about ways to restore his strength. One night when he was insomnia, he heard the whistle blowing.
The ship raised its sails and felt that the whole world was just like this. It was like an enlightenment. With my mind at the center, I picked up my pen and wrote down the general outline and the first form of "Thirteen Forms of Thousand Fantasy".
Don't think that this first move is as simple as one move in ordinary martial arts, one action and one posture. The first move is called "Nuishu", which means breaking and then standing, and contains a lot of the essence of internal skills and mental methods.
As well as the essence of boxing, palm, leg and fingering, its function is to comprehensively enhance internal strength and how to subdue the enemy faster and stronger in the absence of internal strength.
Today, Shen Zhimo witnessed the magic of this world for the first time. He was shocked. Terry Hill's lightning ball transcended the nature of the human body and could directly kill and injure the enemy. It was simply better than the "Dragon Capture Technique" and "Control Dragon Skill" of the Northern Song Dynasty martial arts wizard Xiao Feng.
"Crane Technique" is even more mysterious. If he becomes the enemy of a magician, how can he defeat his opponent?
I ran the Qi again according to the qi-guiding technique of the "Nirvana Style" in "Three Fantasy Styles", and the Dantian was still empty, like a child who has not had enough to eat all year round, and the tenth of the internal energy was also as thin as
The gossamer is like the Yellow River in the dry season. Although there is such a big river bed, there is no water. I sighed, stood up and got rid of the unhappy thoughts in my mind.
There must be a road before the car reaches the mountain, and Chinese martial arts is not necessarily worse than magic. Shen Zhimo then thought to himself: If he really fights with Terry Hill, I have a hundred ways to kill him.