This time, I am no longer as passive as I was just now.
At the peak of Long Jiugong, dodging attacks at this speed was like an old man playing with a child.
But this old guy is old, his body has been hollowed out by wine and sex, and he can only use Turning off the lights is a despicable sneak attack.
I can see clearly that the great monk's inner energy is completely filled up in his outer body.
This is external qigong.
In addition, he is a boy with pure yang and inner feet.
He is extremely strong and strong.
Naturally, it is not suitable to touch him.
Whoever he hits will be like a bombardment of stones.
One move, two moves, three moves, five or six rounds, I easily dodged it.
The great monk stopped his attack.
I thought he was not going to fight anymore, but I heard him reciting the Dharma call: "Amitabha, the donor is next, poor man."
The monk needs to use his real skills.”
I thought that those few times just now were all teasing me.
I didn't have time to think about it, but I saw the great monk's body exuding the power of internal energy, and the surrounding air seemed to have been burned by flames, which made my heart skip a beat.
It suddenly hung up.
In Long Jiugong's memory, he has a deep understanding of Qigong.
The so-called Qigong is a mysterious gongfǎ that can ionize the surrounding air.
As for the principle, it is not yet clear scientifically.
In short, you can use the surrounding environment to increase your attack power several times or even dozens of times.
When the legendary Fire Cloud Palm hits a person in ancient times, it is indeed like being burned by flames.
Ordinary warriors do not have the skills of cultivators like us who can rely on the power of nature.
If the Heavenly Master gongfǎ is integrated into Qigong, the power that will burst out will be unimaginably astonishing.
I was still thinking about it when the meat ball transformed by the great monk attacked me again like a meteor.
Its power increased a lot, but its speed didn't seem to be much stronger than before.
However, when he passed me, I suddenly I feel the mystery inside That is a powerful suction force.
When I read martial arts novels in the past, there was a kind of dragon-clawed hand grabbing a sword and directly pulling the sword from the ground into the hand.
It turns out that the internal force can still be like this.
I escaped his blow, but suddenly a leg emerged from the big ball of flesh and kicked me hard, breaking my spine and making my body look like noodles.
Falling limply to the ground.
Then, the great monk flew fiercely, flying to a height of more than ten meters, and shouted: "The stars are broken!"
Then, like a comet hitting the ground, he whizzed over and hit my remains.
With an earth-shattering sound, I was smashed into pieces and turned into a meat pie.
This time, I don’t know how long it took to recover, from unconsciousness to consciousness, it felt like a hundred years had passed.
When I saw the great monk standing in front of me again with a kind smile on his face, I was filled with fear.
"Amitabha, almsgiver, this poor monk is polite," the great monk bowed and saluted.
"Master, you are crazy," I trembled with trembling lips, while my remaining body recovered.
"Oh."
The great monk frowned: "Why did the donor say this?"
"You can just kill me, why do you need to use the Star Shattering trick?
This damn thing is almost the same as the Pegasus Comet Fist," I said painfully.
The great monk Huitong didn't understand what I was talking about.
He just closed his eyes and said seriously: "Amitabha, donor, this is the three consecutive stars, a complete set of gongfǎ.
The empress has a destiny, and the poor monk must give it to me."
"Teach each other" "Okay, okay," I swallowed and said, "Master, this move is too indecent.
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It sucks someone in, kicks them hard, and then lands on the ground and smashes them.
It's like three consecutive stars."
"Haha, donor, you have a very good understanding.
Martial arts don't have to be fancy, practicality is the key.
I think back then, countless masters were defeated by the three stars of the poor monk.
No one has been able to find the trick of ojiě until now. ," the great monk seemed a little proud.
"Then what you mean is that I can't pass the test," I said worriedly.
The great monk smiled and said: "No, no, the poor monk is not difficult for the donor, and the so-called ojiě does not mean defeating me, as long as he can avoid ten moves."
As soon as this guy finished speaking, he rushed towards me again.
I felt very nervous and jumped and moved around desperately.
This guy's suction was very strong.
Once he was stuck, it was difficult to escape.
I had to jump farther.
At this time, the past of Long Jiugong's martial arts school came to mind again.
In fact, a good martial arts master must also be an excellent surgeon.
At least he must be absolutely excellent in basic knowledge.
The human body is like a complex device.
Every time A bone joint, a ligament, an acupuncture point, or a node of the Qi meridians are all the disassembly and assembly points of this device.
A gun master can dismantle an AK47 into parts within ten seconds, and the same goes for martial arts masters.
When Long Jiugong was learning martial arts, he would play with dead people's bones in his hands every day, just to figure out how to fight with his opponent.
Wherever you exert your force, you can quickly divide the enemy's muscles and bones.
Once the equipment is dismantled, it will no longer be able to operate.
Therefore, speed is one thing, but skill is more critical.
This great monk hugged his legs and formed a lump of meat with the fat all over his body.
Although he was protected by external qigong, the joints, acupuncture points, and muscles of his body had not changed.
I would definitely not be able to kick him directly, but He spotted a certain tendon, like the Seven Stars Retrograde and the General Outline of the Thunder Method, and hit one end of it hard, and the guy immediately disintegrated.
Once, twice, because my body skills were quite agile, I avoided the great monk's attack one after another.
On the third strike, I deliberately used a flaw, and the great monk rushed over excitedly, thinking that I was going to be hit again.
Move, but I flew up and kicked hard at the connection between his shoulder blade and ribs.
There was a fragile tendon there.
Once the kick broke, the arm would be removed.
When the great monk saw that I was being sucked, he also wanted to kick me.
However, as monks, they paid more attention to the attack power itself.
They didn't seem to have a deep study of anatomy.
They didn't know what I was going to do.
They thought it was a struggle to the death.
He didn't care about me at all.
With a "bang" kick, I looked at the right position and kicked it hard.
According to Long Jiugong's "experience", I kicked the great monk's ligaments.
At this moment, he was like a bàozhà gas tank.
He also collapsed completely, "Ouch" and stretched out his limbs on the ground, trembling desperately.
The discomfort was terrible.
I sneered, "Damn it, the feeling of you smashing me into a meat pie is much worse than this."
"Donor, your great monk's face turned green and he was shēnying in pain.
I also followed his example and said: "Amitabha, Master, it tastes so good."
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Huitong bared his teeth and said, "The donor is really a disciple of Long Jiugong, and his moves are vicious and vicious."
I chuckled, and now I truly understood the wonderful things that Long Jiugong had learned throughout his life.
To say that he was really not a good person.
In order to study the mysteries of human bones and veins, he did a lot of digging graves and dissecting dead bodies.
Qian, in ancient times, this was definitely a detriment to morality and a thunderbolt from heaven, but it was also the basis for medical progress.
"That's all."
Huitong's injuries gradually recovered as his soul and body merged.
He stood up with difficulty, not forgetting to salute me: "Amitabha, donor, this poor monk will teach you this three sets of stars."
After that, the great monk took out a book of Three Stars from his lapel and handed it to me.
He also said seriously: "Donor, there is a prerequisite for the martial arts of xiuiàn, that is, you must be a chunán.
It doesn’t matter whether you break the precepts or not in the state of your soul, but you must take care of yourself one day when you regain your physical body.”
I think there is another thing to say.
If you think about it carefully, this monk Huitong is quite miserable.
He lived until death without even touching a woman.
This is indeed the worst thing I have ever heard.
If it is for By practicing this martial art, even gender can be erased, and it is no different from the Sunflower Book.
After Huitong left, I digested his "Three Links of Stars".
A series of memories from when he was a young monk to when he came out of the mountains and entered the world have also entered my brain.
To say that Huitong is really a A good person spends his life doing good deeds and eliminating violence.
His only shortcoming is that he is too competitive and wants to be the first in everything.
Next, my teacher is a female swordsman named Xiao Meifeng.
Her name is very nice, and her martial arts skills are even more amazing.
She is good at using hidden weapons.
When she was alive, people in the world gave her a good name, called Guanyin with Thousand Hands to Kill People.
Her name tells you who she is.
The flying knife in her hand is like a tentacle of nerves.
Pointing where to hit is already the most basic method.
With the external force of the surrounding environment, all she can do is fly out.
Counterattack is just like tracking arrows Naturally, I have to endure hardships.
Empress Xiao Meifeng, Xu Daxia's Dragon Song Sword, and Ouyang Swordsman's Drunken Sword were taught to me one by one, and I felt like I had been tortured for hundreds of years.
Especially after pouring into their memories, the various aspects of life, the changes in history, the separation and separation of emotions, etc., gaining martial arts is one aspect, and experiencing life is another realm.
I seem to have seen through the vicissitudes of life, and I am Yinniang's indifference in this life no longer bothers her.
Life is like an ant, there are not so many right and wrongs.
It takes 30,000 days in a hurry.
After a few decades, there will never be you in this world, and there will never be me.
Eighty-one days passed quickly, but for me, it was equivalent to eighty-one lifetimes, which is about the same span as the time from Chi You to Ye Xingyou.
I saw everything through, like a person who has performed countless The actors in the script are no longer confused no matter how entangled and hesitant things are in this world.
I also saw clearly my position and my true intention.
This earthly world was originally a lively show for the Buddha and the gods in the sky.
They looked at us just like looking at the maggots wriggling in the urine when we were in the toilet.
It was sad. despicable: