Chapter 279 The spring sword is like the wind

"What the hell is going on? My finger gun can penetrate steel, even an iron man can shoot a pair. How can this Wang Chan have nothing to do? Stand still and don't move for a moment?"

The founder of the Siberian training camp was full of mystery and blood in the whole underground world. The whole Western world was almost the most terrible person. For the first time in his life, he had sincere doubts about his strength. In front of Wang Chan, he only felt that he had suddenly become extremely small.

"Unless... he is really not a human? Is it a demon, a fairy, or a Buddha?

Ah........................!

Bang! Bang! ! Bang, bang, bang, bang............!!!

The whole person's spirit almost collapsed in an instant. Zhu Kefu's mouth called Liantian. In the next moment, he used up all the strength of his whole body, skills, fingers, fists and legs, like a storm, hitting Wang Chan's heavenly spirit, Yintang, temples, throat, chest, lower abdomen, lower yin and other key points in front of him one after another.

Without exception, Wang Chan stood still, let him punch and kick, clapped his fingers, and only slapped on his body. His voice was rotten, like defeating wood. Wang Chan's body didn't seem to be a flesh-and-blood body for a long time. As soon as all the external forces touched his body, they were immediately leaked out.

"Running Thunder Hand, Thunderbolt Finger...? It turns out that the scripture in your hand is the "Photo Growth Spring Sutra" taken from Bai Yunguan. Qiu Chuji's real person's handwriting is of the same origin as mine!"

Just as Zhu Kefu was crazy, constantly attacking and kicking Wang Chan's body, Wang Chan spoke, suddenly stretched out his hand, opened his five fingers, and pressed straight to the top of Zhu Kefu's head.

Zhu Kefu's eyebrows jumped and didn't notice it well. He was about to dodge, but when Wang Chan took action, he seemed to press down gently, but in fact, the speed was incredibly fast that even his eyesight could hardly capture a few shadows.

I only saw that the top of my head was suddenly blood-red. Wang Chan's big hand stood up, and the roots and fingers were like red jade carvings. They were crystal clear, and the blood was thick. Between the five-finger ejection, the sharp knives spewed out their fingertips, fell down and covered four or five feet of squares, and the sky above his head at once. All blocked.

Then, Zhu Kefu only felt that the top of his head suddenly sank, as if he was pressed by a mountain, and he couldn't help bending down. With another loud shout, Zhu Kefu gritted his teeth and straightened his waist, but his feet might as well be soft again. His whole body was slapped by Wang Chan and pressed into the ground under his feet, more than two feet deep.

Zhu Kefu was originally thin and dry, less than five feet tall, and looked like a big horse monkey. Now he was pressed half under the ground by Wang Chan, and suddenly only his upper body stood upright.

Just now, he was still a top master who jumped up and down, with lightning flashing all over his body, like a monkey making a scene in the sky. He turned around but was pressed into the ground by others as soon as he stretched out his hand, just like a farmer farming and planting lotus flowers in the water. This scene happened in front of him, just like a battle between gods and demons, shocking all directions.

How tragic and bizarre it is!

As for Lei Ting, who stood aside and watched from a distance, she had already been shocked by her hair. Her apricot's eyes were wide open, her mouth wide, and she couldn't speak.

"How is that possible? Can Wang Chan's thirteen Taibao's horizontal kung fu be so strong? Such a strike force can't break his defense? Aren't you afraid of electric shocks? Lei Ting's eyes flashed randomly. She only saw Zhu Kefu's horse monkey pressed on the ground by Wang Chan. She waved her hands and kept hitting the arms above her head. It banged. Every time it was like a thousand pounds of hammer, and her voice was sonorous, as if it had hit a big iron bell of thousands of catties. The shock in her heart was indescribable. To the point.

What she knew about Wang Chan was still Wang Chan when she played with him when she was a blue bird, so she didn't understand what kind of point Wang Chan had reached at this time. Although the news from home and abroad said that Wang Chan was divine, Lei Ting only regarded it as an exaggeration, but she never thought that in this earth-shaking battle, in the face of Zhu Kefu's attack, Wang Chan did not do anything at all, but was only beaten. When the other party's spirit was about to collapse, he slowly took action. And as soon as he took action, he pressed Zhu Kefu, who was unfathomable in his eyes, into the ground.

Just reach out and press it. It's simple. There is no skill change at all, but it gives people endless violent shocks.

After a few days of contact, Lei Ting knows how powerful Zhu Kefu is. Otherwise, she would not have been dialed several times, and she would have made rapid progress in a few days. This man's strength is almost no less than that of his master Ye Tianshi, and his boxing and fighting ability is particularly outstanding. Ye Tianshi is not as good as him at this point, but such a top master, standing in front of Wang Chan, is full of urchin, and he can distinguish the winner as soon as he reaches out his hand.

Wang Chan seemed to disdain to fight with his opponent at all. He stood in place without moving at all. However, Zhu Kefu went in and out and went all out. As long as he was not blind, everyone could easily distinguish between the two people.

"It's no wonder the master died under his men! No wonder the master never came back when he went to Russia!! No wonder this time, the Lin family was like a big enemy and put their hands around me! No wonder his father said that he had to take care of thousands of machines and had to come to Harbin in person!!!"

At this time, the huge roar spread far away, which had attracted the attention of the park managers in the distance. Several electric lights shone from afar, and gradually there was a noise. At this time, all the tourists in the park had gone, and the night was low. As soon as the sound sounded here, it immediately came out more than ten miles away, as if it were a thunder explosion.

"Wang Chan, don't fight anymore. The Lin family is looking for you all over the world. Come with me quickly! Someone wants to see you!"

Lei Ting is also everyone after all. Although she still did not fully wake up from the extreme shock, the voice came from the distance, but she also forced her to come to her senses and shouted at Wang Chan in the scene.

"Rone of me...!"

When he was pressed into the earth by Wang Chan, Zhu Kefu's face was so red that he almost oozed blood on the spot. The ground under his feet was torn apart, the slates were all shattered, and the soil surged up, and there was a fishy smell on his face. Pressed on his head by Wang Chan with one hand, he only felt that the top of his head was as heavy as a mountain, his neck and spine were gurgling, like popping beans, and his head was drowsy and not very sober, just like the grandson monkey pressed by the Buddha under the Five-Finger Mountain in Chinese mythology. No one has great magical power, and he can't turn over again.

Wang Chan's palm was originally as big as a cattail fan. The five-finger kite was opened up, and then shot out a seven-kill knife. It swelled up, almost the size of a desktop. Pressing down, he immediately covered Zhukov's head and neck in it. This is still the reason why he didn't kill now. Otherwise, if the five fingers are gently closed, Zhukov's head can be immediately pinched into thin pieces.

No one can stop the cutting of the seven-killing blood knife.

At the same time, there was a trace of sword spirit in his palm, like a wisp. He drilled into the depths of Zhukov's scalp, plunged into the bone marrow, and could go deep into his brain at any time, twisting his whole brain into tofu pudding.

Zhu Kefu's tempering kung fu has been into the bone marrow, and he has lost all the fat all over his body. The muscles and bones are tightly attached to the bones. It seems to be thin and dry, but in fact, the strength is extremely strong, and the muscles and bones are as hard as iron. This kind of image is like Li Yuanba described in the novel. He is as thin as a monkey, but he has the courage of ten thousand people. In fact, it is an evolution after the top of kung fu. Ordinary knives, guns and sticks, no cold weapons can hurt him. However, Wang Chan's seven-killing knife is a soldier's magic power. Now he has achieved the inner elixir, and his power has greatly increased. With a gentle movement, he is shocked and pierced everything. Naturally, Zhu Kefu can't stand it.

Martial arts are martial arts, and magic power is magic power. Although there is a connection between them, they are still two things, and there are essentially differences.

So Zhukov's eyes are full of regret and fear now, and his voice is hoarse, like a madman.

He was self-righteous. First, he wrongly evaluated Wang Chan's values, and then wrongly overestimated his strength. As a result, as soon as he got into contact with him, he knew that the gap between himself and Wang Chan was like heaven and earth, which could not be compared at all.

He is proud of the world. He can chop a thick tree into a coke thunder hand, and a finger that can penetrate the steel. He has infinite power. He is not afraid of the steel bones of knives and axes, which is useless for Wang Chan! The other party stood still and suffered, but he couldn't even see himself clearly and couldn't avoid it.

If you want to resist, you can't do it.

If Wang Chan came to fight with him with the kind of sword he defeated the Russian special forces in Siberia, even if he lost to death, Zhukov would not be as desperate and helpless as he is now. Because he once saw with his own eyes how Wang Chan rushed into the barracks from afar, killed all directions, and how he cut off the whole process of Han's seven masters. The most mysterious sword fairy from the East can't resist it at all.

Because of this, he did not escape immediately at the beginning. What he was afraid of was that Wang Chan would kill him with a sword behind his back. When he did it, he also tried his best to fight closely, forcing Wang Chan to have no time to use the flying sword. But he never thought that Wang Chan was horrible. He hadn't used his most powerful ability. As soon as he stretched out his hand, he completely lost his temper.

Such an existence should not appear in the world at all. He should be a high god or a devil looking up to heaven in hell.

Wang Chan's magic power makes his mind full of an extreme cold despair without the slightest fluke. It was only at this time that Zhukov suddenly found that he was so weak.

Since Zhu Kefu was a teenager, he accidentally found the magical scripture from China in his grandfather's collection, and he was infatuated with China's ancient boxing. During this period, he was a general, traveled around the world, killed countless people, and challenged countless battles. The master has long trained himself into a human-shaped beast. Later, he created the Siberian training camp and created countless myths of the black boxing world. He was high and looked down on all sentient beings. Subconsciously, he had regarded himself as a figure who could dominate the fate of others. No matter how big the world is, no matter how many heroes there are, no one can be stronger than himself.

But now, after he was easily pressed to the ground by Wang Chan, he felt that he was really ridiculous. Compared with Wang Chan, the other party is the supreme god and demon. At the same time, there is also a strong remorse in his heart, regretting that he should not have entered China so hastily to find Wang Zen.

But there has never been any regret in the world.

After figuring out the reason for Zhu Kefu's gas refining method, Wang Chan will naturally no longer be in the mood to just be beaten and not fight back, and there is no idea of letting go of his opponent at all.

It's not to mention that Zhu Kefu has practiced Taoist qi refining, and whether there is anything to kill. It's just that this person has a huge power in Russia, which is a big trouble for Wang Chan. Now when he returns to China, it's time to understand all the grudges, and then he can hide in the mountains and concentrate on his own cultivation. Wang Chan doesn't want to get into the whole underground black boxing world at this time. There are too many interests involved. It's too complicated. It's no longer a matter of one country and one family.

This Zhukov is not dead, and he can't be quiet after practicing.

Therefore, now Wang Chan has completely settled Zhu Kefu. After figuring out the reason, the murder in his heart suddenly became uncontrollably. Suddenly, he put his five fingers together, wrapped Zhu Kefu's head, and pinched it!

"Ouch!"

Zhu Kefu also felt the danger at the last moment. His whole body twisted in an instant, and countless electric lights quickly surged from under his skin to the top of his head, which made a series of clicks and suddenly exploded in Wang Chan's heart. Although his lower body was deep in the ground and he could not move, he did not lose his magic power in his body. He fought back desperately and risked everything. The electric light gathered from all over his body into a thick Thunderbolt and rushed out of his head.

It was also in a moment of crisis, resisting Wang Chan's palm and five fingers, and then Zhu Kefu suddenly went down the cat's waist, tore the ground, and the dust was flying, wrapped in an electric light, and ran forward.

However, such a change was all in Wang Chan's expectation, and he still could not save his life.

Just as he resisted Wang Chan's seven killers, his body fell down, and Wang Chan had blown out of his mouth a white light.

The whole ground was cracked, and Zhukov's body seemed to be a huge plow. He broke the ground from the inside to the outside with a thick crack of the waist of a person's waist, which was seven or eight meters long. Immediately after him, the white light blew all over the air, but a white sword ball scattered the sword light and turned into a sea of sword scenery.

Flying close to the ground, the last hair first blew half of Zhu Kefu's body.

Suddenly, with a scream, Zhu Kefu fell out like this. The upper and lower parts of the body were divided into two halves, and the two thighs and the land under him were blown into powder by the white sword wind. The screams were endlessly, and the man hit the ground with a plop and died directly.

Half of his body fell to the ground, the internal organs between his chest and abdomen, large intestines and small intestines, winding and flowing all over the ground, smelly, blood to the sky.

He can avoid Wang Chan's pinch, which also shows that this person is indeed very magical and experienced. If he had someone else, how could he jump to death like this? He would have been pinched his head long ago, and he could not die any more.

The white light all over the sky, turned around, turned into a white pill, and fell into Wang Chan's mouth. This killing, Wang Chan's means are simply divine. He controls the sword spirit to divide the sword light, just like a breeze. This is already the realm of the legendary materialization among the sword immortals. Compared with the dragon Taoist, the sword spirit is silky, like running water, and I don't know how much deeper it is.

However, this scene fell into Lei Ting's eyes in the distance, as if Wang Chan suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a breeze, blowing Zhu Kefu to death. Everything was like a dream, more myths and legends than myths and legends.

"The Spring Sutra practiced by this person was plundered by the Eight-Nation Alliance from the Baiyun View in Beijing. Speaking of which, it has something to do with your Wudang faction. After I read it, I will give it to you. Forget it, you gave me a lot of secret understanding of boxing at the beginning."

As soon as he stretched out his hand and grabbed it in the air, Wang Chan grabbed a skin close to Zhu Kefu's waist in his hand and turned it over casually. Sure enough, he saw a roll of yellow-colored scriptures in it, and wrote five big words "Photo Spring Sutra".

Wang Chan had long expected that Zhu Kefu would not put such a precious thing elsewhere. With his skills and ability, he could only rest assured if he was by his side. Therefore, when he killed the killer just now, he was only towards the lower body. What he was afraid of was that his sword light was too strong to damage this secret scripture book of Quanzhen Longmen.

In his life, King Chongyang, the ancestor of Quanzhen Sect, had seven disciples under the door, with extraordinary achievements. Among them, Qiu Chuji of the Dragon Sect was the most famous. Song and Yuan trekked thousands of miles to meet Genghis Khan in the depths of the desert. Later, the capital of the Yuan Dynasty was set up, and Baiyunguan was specially built for him to live. It is said that this Qiu Zhenren wrote this scripture in his later years as the foundation of Quanzhen Longmen.

Unexpectedly, hundreds of years later, it was robbed abroad by a group of foreigners, and it finally fell into the hands of Wang Chan.

"You don't owe me a favor, so you don't have to send me this scripture. You killed my master and uncle. Although I, Lei Ting, am unable to avenge them, will not accept the benefits of your Wang Chan for no reason.

Lei Ting, who was originally nervous, saw Wang Chan killing Zhu Kefu. As soon as she heard Wang Chan's words, her face suddenly darkened. Those people are coming soon. Let's go first! If you kill someone, the Lin family will know immediately.

"You just said that someone wants to see me? Who is it?" Moving to keep up with Lei Ting, Wang Chan's heart suddenly moved, as if he suddenly thought of something. Looking through the water vapor on the lake, looking from afar, the direction of Lei Ting's marching was indeed the villa that Lei Xing used to be on Sun Island.

(to be continued)