Chapter 172 The Fist of the Martial Saint, the Sword Gods Sword!(1/2)
call!
The moment the sword light pierced straight, Yang Yu's mind seemed to be in a daze for a moment.
Where does martial arts come from?
According to ordinary people, martial arts comes from the army that has fought with people for countless years.
Among all the classics, Yang Yu saw another statement.
It is said that martial arts originated from both Buddhism and Taoism, and were evolved from the "Dao Fruit" and "Super Powers" by ancient people.
Yu Yang believes that both of the above are included.
There may be masters from both Buddhism and Taoism who have learned martial arts from the magical powers of Taoism, but they must have ordinary people who have summarized martial arts routines in fighting with others.
The difference between martial arts may come from this.
Before, he was not sure until he was killed by Zhang Xuanba in the battle of Liujishan. That scene was like a red-hot iron, deeply imprinted in his heart.
During the many illusions that followed, he unconsciously recalled and summarized. Until he left the underground palace, he had already mastered the way of exerting that punch.
It is very simple and cannot even be called boxing.
But this style of boxing is the best way to exert his powerful power that is far beyond ordinary people.
call!
As his thoughts turned, Yang Yu's eyes lit up.
The powerful force came layer by layer, passing through the shoulders and arms to the fingers and palms.
Immediately, his five fingers suddenly pinched together, turned into fist marks, and handed them straight out, hitting the sword light that was stabbing several feet straight!
This is an extremely simple boxing technique.
Just swing your arms, pinching them, and passing them forward, such simple boxing techniques, not to mention warriors, or ordinary rural villagers, are much better-looking than this.
However, even such a simple boxing technique, Duan Fei's hair closed one by one, as if he was greatly frightened.
In a trance, I felt that the person in front of me had undergone earth-shaking changes.
It was not a magical archer who had no way to go to heaven and earth with the three of them in his hand, but a great general riding on a dragon horse and looking down on him.
This, this punch...
boom!
The fists and swords intersect, and the wind explodes!
With the two as the center, the ten-foot-long street shook together, like the mud trampled by a giant elephant, and it suddenly collapsed downward for more than a foot.
There were also large areas of earth and rocks squeezed by the wind and scattered like arrows.
"ah!"
Duan Feiru was killed by thunder, his body trembled a few times, and he was only one line away. As long as he entered the first line, he would be sure to stab the archer to death on the spot.
However, this line of separation is like a natural barrier and can never be crossed.
Because the power of this punch exceeded his imagination.
Who would have thought that an archer whose inner energy is less than his eleventh angrily, would have such a terrifying power?
He raised the sword he smashed up, his mouth was numb, and his eyes were a little dark.
This punch did not smash his energy, but a long sword was passed on, which actually moved his internal organs and could not resist it.
"die!"
In one collision, Yang Yu's clothes and hair were all tilted back, his long sleeves were shattered, and his palms and arms were covered with sword scars. The sharpness of the sword light was incredible.
It easily split the Qi on his arm.
Even his whole body was cut into countless fine wounds.
But he did not hesitate at all, and stepped forward without any moves or fights, and punched him again!
Bang!
Duan Fei returned to his sword and was knocked back several steps. He was furious, but he was not as good as him to fight back the sword and punched him again!
Bang!
Bang bang bang bang!
Yang Yu stepped on his feet, and his fists were like a strong bow and a powerful shot. One punch quickly passed one punch and one punch heavier. He felt that the depression of three months of seclusion was vented out.
The more you fight, the more you feel, the more you feel, the more you feel, the more you feel.
puff!
It was not until a muffled sound came that he woke up like a dream, his blood-stained fist was withdrawn, and the smoke and dust in front of him dissipated.
But where is Duan Fei still there?
There was only a headless body, like a wooden stake, hammered into the stone slab and mud, and blood and brain plasma came out of the neck with a 'gurgling'.
It seems that the wind blows by and the dust dissipates.
Inside and outside the long street, people hiding in the dark everywhere were all a little creepy when they saw this scene.
At this time, the sun was fierce, but she was sweating all over.
Frugal!
Too cruel!
Not to mention the six-door captain like Tiekaishan, even the long-standing bandits who had been killed, were stunned.
Among them, there are many tyrannical people who kill indiscriminately, but this is the first time they have seen such a cruel way of killing.
He punched the head into his chest...
Only Huang Sixiang, who had captured the low old man, looked better, but was shocked, but she was beyond words.
He had long seen Yang Yu's excellence, otherwise he would not have recommended him in front of Xu Wenji.
However, this is too outstanding...
That piece of flying martial arts may not be as good as his, but it is not easy for him to take down this person, especially after he showed his "Innate Invisible Breaking the Sky Sword".
But such a fierce bandit was actually killed by a young man who was less than the one who was in a bad position this year...
Even Huang Sixiang couldn't believe it for a moment.
Arrow can make a big move, but this is a head-on battle...
"Escape, escape!"
After a while, a group of bandits let out a shocking howl.
The bandits who were selected and traveled thousands of miles to make their name for Changliu, were completely unable to hold back.
Amid the shrill screams, he was crazy and seemed to have fled.
Even though the leader was killed one after another, he did not have the courage to come forward to fight the man.
Frightened!
"kill!"
Tie Kaishan and others also came to their senses and rushed towards the group of bandits who fled in a panic way.
Yang Yuzi is not stingy with the arrows in his hand.
He bent his bow and arrows, and the arrows opened a series of arrows. Soon, it helped Tie Kaishan and others to defeat this group of bandits. Yang Yu naturally solved the problem with those with high martial arts skills.
"Yang, Yang Baihu, is really a good method."
He walked upside down with the low old man, Huang Sixiang's expression was still a bit complicated.
Yang Yu's internal energy was still thin, and he seemed to have just entered the third level of foundation building. However, even with no effort in hand, his strength was enough to make him face it.
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"I thought Lord Huang had a high opinion of himself, and even if there were foreign enemies, he would solve it with all his strength. Unexpectedly, he would ignite the beacon fire for help..."
Yang Yu collected the bow and smiled.
The underground palace where he was in seclusion was about twenty miles away. If it weren't for the sound of drums and the smoke of wolfs, he wouldn't have seen this Mulin Mansion.
"Puff! You..."
Before Huang Sixiang could speak, the low old man he was holding was already spitting out a mouthful of blood.
This time he lost a lot, and he was already disappointed and thought that he and Xu Wenji were killed. This defeat was not a crime of war. But he could no longer bear this sentence.
As the anger surged, he fainted directly.
"Um?"
When he looked at the strange Huang Sixiang on his face, Yang Yu's eyes also became a little strange:
"Can this beacon fire be set by these bandits themselves?"
To be continued...