Chapter 82 Self-indulsult

Wang Chan was energetic in an instant, and his speed was twice as fast as the sharp sword in Song Jie's hand, especially the blue veins on his arms, which were densely wrapped around the skin, so that the elbows were all down to the fingertips with a metallic color. It didn't look like a flesh-and-blood condensed arm at all. The color was pale blue, and the five-finger girder opened. It's like five sharp daggers.

With a little movement, it will be sent out immediately! Zheng! [e] Zheng! [e] The sound of gold and iron is crisp and pleasant to the ear, but Wang Chan's thirteen Taibao's horizontal kung fu has entered the realm. Under the luck, the muscles and bones and furs are connected, like steel plates. I don't know how much better than the thunderous iron cloth kung fu, and it is difficult to say the same.

As early as when he was on Hutouling, Wang Chan's horizontal refining method was already extremely strong. After going down the mountain, his eyes were open. Although it was not long, he made him break through the realm of easy tendons and bones, and crossed the threshold of changing blood and marrow washing. Boxing martial arts have actually had a rebirth-like entry and change. It's different from the past.

The martial artist practices boxing, exercises muscles and bones outside, and exercises a mouthful of real breath inside. Over time, if he can control the outer skin and hair at will, it can be regarded as "entering the hall" and practicing a real kung fu that is different from "flower fist embroidery legs", that is, what the master often says "kung fu on the body".

Then, further, if you can exercise the muscles and bones, and control the pores of qi and blood, you can enter the door of inner kung fu, completely get rid of the shackles of foreign martial arts, and start to contact with a deeper level of boxing concepts.

Kung Fu has reached this level, which can actually be called a master. Whether at home or abroad, the so-called boxing martial arts masters are basically at this level.

In addition, taking a step forward, that is, it is to understand the truth and falsehood, practice in a subtle way, and the boxing martial arts tend to be restrained, taking the way of seeing kung fu from the details, practicing the internal organs and the meridians and collaterals. If you can open up the meridians of the whole body, it is the divine in the traditional sense, which can be called a boxing master.

The newly trained recruits in the army, through a little half a year of familiarity, almost all of them can skillfully use a very shallow "hard qigong". As long as they take a breath and carry them to the part of the attack with their thoughts, they can withstand the blow of wooden sticks, bricks and other blunt devices, and can break big stones on the chest, empty The hand broke more than a dozen red bricks.

This is actually the most practical place for outsiders. What's more, Wang Chan's thirteen Taibao horizontal exercise is fundamentally different from any hard work spread by various schools. With his current skills, as long as his mind moves, he can immediately become like steel and iron. He can not only resist any external attack, but also operate in his hand, and his five fingers are like hooks, even more fierce than any weapon. A little bit of damage.

You have to have a texture to practice the muscles and bones.

Practicing qi and blood can penetrate into the internal organs and reach the meridians.

The real boxing master, the martial arts master, can unify the muscles and bones, qi and blood, viscera, meridians and collaterals, and all parts of the body to form a complete whole. The clearer the grasp of himself, the more skillful the kung fu will be.

Just like Wang Chan suddenly took action, he came first and copied the bottom with one hand, which was incredibly fast. Song Jie, who stood opposite him, could only see a faint shadow in his eyes. As soon as the jingling sound reached his ears, he felt that there was something abnormal in the sword in his hand.

The sword is the extension of the human arm. The masters who are proficient in swordsmanship have a thorough understanding of their own love for the sword, which is unparalleled. With a sword in your hand, how much force you use, and to achieve a degree of effect, there will basically be an accurate estimate in your mind, even if it is a little heavier. You can also feel it clearly. Now Wang Chan's five fingers clasped the sword body. As soon as he exerted his strength, Song Jie immediately knew that he had miscalculated.

Song Jie's kung fu is all on the sword. If he really wants to be robbed of the weapon by Wang Chan, he doesn't have to live. Although he is shocked by lightning, he is not confused. He feels bad. He pushes forward and can't move. He immediately turns his wrist instinctively. The pine-striped ancient sword firmly clasped by Wang Chan's five fingers. It buzzed and rotated left and right.

" Miso!"

The sharp blade twisted like lightning, like a poisonous dragon drilling the heart, and the blades on both sides swirled into a silver light. Three or two times, it was separated from Wang Chan's five fingers, and swirled violently in the palm of his loose hand like an electric drill.

Knowing that the sword in Song Jie's hand was extremely sharp, Wang Chan was not sure that his horizontal kung fu could really block the other party's sword, so he did not want to fight with his sword until he had to. Especially at this time, Song Jie's wrist rotated and the blade flew. Like a large drill led by an ultra-high motor, the fine steel can also be twisted into two sections with force!

"Good swordsmanship!" In the face of such a change in sword momentum, Wang Chan also praised Song Jie's speed of random change, which was a pity. If it weren't for the other party's change too fast, as long as there was another breathing kung fu, Wang Chan's next move would be the real "empty-handed into the white blade". He rubbed his body and rushed forward. He not only had to take the sword in Song Jie's hand face to face, but he also had some follow-up killing moves, killing this man on the spot, just like killing Tang Niuyi in a blue bird. The same.

But Song Jie's response at this moment was extremely fast, which completely showed the reaction of a swordsman. The sword body rotated and came out of trouble, which also forced Wang Chan to temporarily avoid the edge of his sword.

Therefore, Wang Chan took it when he saw it, took a finger, and his palm sank down, and immediately avoided the other party's counterattack.

And at this time, Wang Chan's hand fell, and Song Jie's moves changed again. Unexpectedly, he flashed sideways, his waist rotated, and the sword rose in an instant. Then he started to turn over in place. The sword light flashed, and his whole body jumped more than one person high, and his whole body was pressed on the sword. In an instant, the hand holding the sword was also from the single. The hand turned into two hands together, and the head and face were split at the top of Wang Chan's head.

With this split, Song Jie's whole body seemed to be attached to the sword, like a man's sword, which was extremely fierce. The sword light fell like a Tianhe river leaning down from the top of Wang Zen's head, rolling waves, turbulent and continuous, mixed with the tearing sound of the sword blade breaking through the air, which made people take a look, It creates an irresistible feeling.

Snowflake cover, divide it equally!

"It turned out to be a little bit like a sword control. It seems that Song Jie's Wudang Danist swordsmanship practice in the end is also a hundred-step flying sword, taking the sword fairy road of the human head..."

As soon as Wang Chan saw Song Jie's sword, he turned over and the way to integrate the human sword, he knew that Song Jie must be the true martial arts swordsmanship of the secret of Wudang. Although he was far from home, he was better than the sharp sword. Under the fit, a thousand and hundreds of catties of yaw would also be cut in the waist, which could not be invincible.

So he grabbed the ground with his feet, turned his body in place, and moved three feet away from the side like shrinking to the ground. No more, no more, no less. He just avoided the edge and avoided Song Jieren's sword.

However, just when Wang Chan's body moved, Song Jie was like a divine help, and he still did not land in the air. At this moment, he entered the realm of Taoism and idleness. His whole spirit was restrained in the sword, and his whole body was loose and empty, his joints were loose, his muscles were loose, his internal organs were loose, his heart was loose, his feet were empty, his hands were empty, The top and the heart seem to have reached the subtle state of Danpai swordsmanship, "the softness of the world, galloping the strongest of the world".

As soon as Wang Chan moved and dodged, he immediately felt as if he had known before. His toes just landed. At that time, the sword light burst out, like a shadow, entangled over.

Song Jie has been practicing the sword for more than ten years. In the end, he said that the sword does not leave his body and communicates with his heart for a long time. Up to now, there is an inexplicable close connection between human swords. Therefore, in his sword, not only the sword is like the wind and pervasive, but also the footwork under his feet is light and bright, like a dragon. In the face of Wang Chan's unexpected response, although he was also shocked, he did not feel any frustration. On the contrary, he suddenly put away his previous contempt and disdain for Wang Chan. His body fell to the ground, the wild geese fell into the sand, and his body seemed to slide quickly on the smooth ice, and he suddenly caught up with him. Wang Chan, at the same time, the sword came out of the ribs and raised it diagonally, like a white crane with bright wings.

Wudang Sword is originally known as the "Wonderful Dance in the Air". In addition to the exquisiteness of swordsmanship, the most important thing is to walk alive. The step under his feet [***] is to carry the sword in the "walk", and his body is like a wandering dragon. As a descendant of Wudang Danpai swordsmanship, Song Jie's footwork, walking outside Taiji Yin and Yang, insider gossip nine palaces, loose and light spirit like wind and clouds, slow and gentle with each other is also strong and soft. It seems to be somewhat similar to the hand-turning footwork in the wandering gossip palm, but it is by no means the same, more subtle, and countless changes have been made out of thin air, compared with Wang Chan. Tang Niu, who has the most slippery footwork, is much more powerful.

Song Yi, the master of the sword fairy Li Jinglin, once said that after Wudang's swordsmanship reached the peak, people moved, turned the sky and the birds, rolling on the ground without dust. In one blow, it was as if the breeze did not see the sword. In the midst of all the changes, but when he saw the sword, he could not see anyone.

Unfortunately, Wang Chan's hand is far beyond anyone's imagination. He is making rapid progress every day. His movements are actually faster than Song Jie's. Seeing his opponent's sword coming obliquely, one person and one sword in a blink of an eye, he came in front of him. Unexpectedly, he was not afraid. He swung his waist and crotch, suddenly stood up, stepped on the seven stars, and took the advance as a retreat. The whole The man suddenly snatched into the sword light all over the sky, pinched it into a tiger's claw with one hand, and grabbed Song Jie's right wrist holding the sword fiercely.

At the same time, he stamped under his feet and exploded. The bluestone slabs on the floor in the garden suddenly broke, shaking the earth. Wang Chan's remaining hand pierced from under his elbow, like a spiritual snake out of the hole, his wrist movement, crackling, muscles and bones, and a big gun at the opponent's chest.

Empty-handed to the white blade, the most taboo is not be bold enough, do not dare to attack, otherwise again and again and again, after three times, the heart is cold, and if you want to fight again, I'm afraid that I can't even use half of the ten percent of my skills. If you want not to die, you can only retreat and escape.

As the saying goes, beat people with courage first, and meeting the enemy is like burning the body! Song Jieli's sword was in his hand, blindly attacking, and the invasion was like fire, but Wang Chan attacked with attack, with advance as retreat. Between his fingers, it was like being burned by fire, and his moves were as muddy as natural.

"It's not good!"

As soon as Song Jie made progress to bully his body, Wang Chan had sacrificed his body and caught it. The upper claw had been caught, less than two centimeters from his wrist. His fingertips trembled, and the wind was turbulent, which stimulated him with a sudden pain in his wrist, and his arms were slightly numb for a long time. At the same time, when he pricked his chest, Wang Chan's arm turned into a gun, trembling, and bursting the air. The sound of the explosion has also reached his ears.

In the face of such a fierce and fearless attack, Song Jie quickly moved under his feet, dripping around and changing again.

Wang Chan was unreasonable and kept entering. He pinched the tiger's claws with one hand and never left about three inches from Song Jie's wrist holding the sword. The other hand banged and smashed it, and his five fingers turned to Song Jie's face.

"Falty-handed into the white blade? It's ridiculous to want to rob my sword...!" Song Jie turned repeatedly, and Wang Chan hurried close to him. An arm in front of him was smashed down like an iron whip. The pain on his wrist was still there. He immediately guessed that Wang Chan meant to take his sword.

"With a sword in hand, if I'm still robbed by you to eat, I'll just die." In the face of Wang Chan's thunder face, the tiger's claws pinched his wrists, and suddenly, Song Jie suddenly turned down and was ready to walk, but his right hand holding the sword turned to his back, brushed and pulled out a fan-like sword light, protecting his whole body in it.

This is a unique move in the swordsmanship of the Wudang Dan School, called "Peacock Open Screen". The bow is wrong, and the back of the sword is straight. With the extremely fast vibration of the wrist, a sword curtain is brushed out, just like stabbing more than a hundred swords in one breath, all the space behind you, retreating, and then suddenly turn around, get up and stab the sword, like the back horse gun of the ancient general. Similarly, changing the move to be a "fairy guide", the tip of the sword shakes, the eyebrows, the throat, and the heart of the heart can be derived at any time. More than a dozen follow-up changes can be derived at any time. As long as a sword flies out, you can kill people.

Song Jie's sword was really like a peacock opening its feathers. The sword was shining, and he immediately blocked Wang Chan, who was following him.

With only one breath, Wang Chan stopped outside and had to take his hands. It was just before the new force was born. When the old force was just gone, Song Jie saw it clearly. The sword in his hand suddenly converged again, clicked, like ice crystals cracked, and the fan-like sword curtain suddenly exploded completely, broken into tens of millions of silver light, and then a The sword light flew out, like a long rainbow, and stabbed Wang Chan, who was close at hand.

The killing move "Immortals Point the Way" in Wudang Swordsmanship.

But with the secret swordsmanship, driving the sword, flying fairy-like blow outside the sky.

"Swordsmanship" is originally an ancient swordsmanship that is passed down from generation to generation. It is a branch of the sword fairy method. It is practiced to the deepest level. The combination of human swords can also be used to kill people from a hundred steps. However, there are some differences between him and "flying sword", which requires extremely profound sword skills to practice. Instead of getting out of hand and doing it in the air.

Although Song Jie can touch a little threshold, he can fly out with a sword, but he can also control the sword within a few steps. Moreover, his sword is integrated into the way of a fairy in Wudang swordsmanship. When the two are combined, it is also very powerful. It seems to be a skill like thunder and Gao Qi Confucianism. When he encounters this sword, he must also fall into a body. The first place was a different place, and he died tragically on the spot.

You can't even hide!

With this retreat, Song Jie's own momentum has risen to the highest point. Almost all of his strength is pressed in the sword, and the sword light is soaring, like a dragon in the clouds.

"Good sword!"

Wang Chan knew that if he wanted to be entangled like this, even if he was not afraid, it was not too easy to kill Song Jie, who had a sharp sword with his bare hands. Unless he has the intention to test the strength of his thirteen Taibao's martial skills again, he dares to use his hands and ten fingers to take risks to catch the other party's loose sword.

Although the result may not be too bad, it is also very likely that Song Jie has poured all his strength into the strength of his body. The indestructible sword, the cut skin and flesh are more tragic than the result of Shao Nanhua's seven-star needle plotting.

Therefore, Wang Chan decided not to continue to entangle with the other party. It is reasonable to end the battle as soon as possible.

"Go!"

With a broken drink, Wang Chan used the two "too white essences" that he had just refined, and the sound came out casually. The next moment, two white lights spewed out of his mouth, sneered! In the two inaudible sound of breaking the air, the bright sword light in front of him was bumped into a star rain and scattered in a blink of an eye.

At the same time, the two white essences of more than a foot long rotated around, like a sword light dancing. At the same time, they hit the sword body of the pine-striped ancient sword, and only tinkled, like big beads and small beads falling on the jade plate, golden sound jade.

Flying vertically and horizontally, the fairy-like swordsmanship was cut off and scattered in the middle of the sky.

If Song Jie's swordsmanship is like a silver bottle bursting, and the iron horse is protruding, and the sharpness is exposed, then Wang Chan's two Taibai essences are in and out of the Qingming, the land broken rhinoceros, Shangjueyunji, and the peerless soldiers who are free from the nine days. They are invisible, indestructible, and can cut off all the strength in the world.

The sword was suddenly interrupted, and Song Jie was stunned. For the first time in his life, he was in cold sweat and his scalp was numb. He only felt as if he had fallen into an ice hole naked. In shock, he said that his mouth full of teeth couldn't help trembling and hitting, making a gurgling sound.

However, despite this, Song Jie is also a famous family. After all, he was a master of swordsmanship who had been instructed by a master. In a panic, he also instinctively retreated his body. His wrist shook, and the pine-striped ancient sword was taken back by him. He leaned against his little arm, with the tip of the sword up and buzzed, like a dragon and a tiger.

Wudang "Secret Armor Tibetan Sword"!

This sword is in the body. It seems to hide the sword in the chest and does not move the sword soldier. In fact, the strength is still focused on the body of the sword, hidden without leaking.

As long as there is a slight change, it will immediately be the "leaved bottom wears flowers" Danfeng sunrise.

is a move in Wudang swordsmanship to defend as an attack, and to defeat as a move to win the dead.

Song Jie knew clearly in his heart that the two white lights that Wang Chan had just spewed out of his mouth had just penetrated two soybean-sized holes on the pine-striped ancient sword that he regarded as life. His blow was like the essence of Tang's legend, such as Kongkong'er, spitting sword pills and flying in the air. If he guessed That's right. This is also the legendary ability of the sword fairy all the way, which is hundreds of times better than his own swordsmanship.

However, the current art of sword immortals, looking at the world, there are only two factions in Wudang and Qingcheng Mountain. In any case, Song Jie can't guess how Wang Chan can do such a means, but at present, the situation is critical, and he has no time to speculate and doubt. Wang Chan's Taibai essence sprayed out, and immediately swept away all the competitive thoughts in Song Jie's heart. His thoughts were full of running away quickly and irresistible ideas.

However, it's too late. In front of Wang Chan, no one can leave without his consent. Even the boxing master master of the same level as him can't do it, not to mention Song Jie, who is bold and already a little busy.

Wang Chan's arm shook and shook. Five or six feet away, it was suddenly stretched, as if his arms could be stretched. As soon as he stretched out his big hand, he grabbed it directly. The target was Song Jie's wrist holding the sword.

Song Jie was shocked and retreated quickly. He wanted to get rid of Wang Chan's entanglement, but Wang Chan had played martial arts with Lei Ting before. He had a lot about Wudang Jiugong Bagua Sword, and he pushed himself and fought with Song Jie. Although the time was not long, he also had a little context for his Danpai swordsmanship.

He was even more confident when he took action. This was the result of defeating Song Jie's sword with Taibai's essence in one fell swoop. He stabbed twice and sucked back Taibai's essence. Otherwise, he didn't even need to do it. It was ten meters square. He only needed to move his mind. Song Jie couldn't live a little longer.

A tiger claw catcher, and his god directly broke through the limitation of space. His five fingers could be put on Song Jie's wrist. Song Jie's heart was cold, and he hurriedly moved his wrists. He wanted to use a sword to force Wang Chan to protect himself and surround Wei to save Zhao.

Unexpectedly, Wang Chan's action was different from anyone else. He didn't have the habit of keeping his hand at all, and he would not take any competition as a competition. He just moved here. The next moment, Wang Chan twisted his wrist and grabbed it, and immediately crushed his whole palm without hesitation. .

click! [p> A bone crack sound came to his ears. Song Jie snorted, and his wrists were all broken. He could no longer hold the sword. The pine-striped ancient sword instantly changed his hand and fell into Wang Chan's hand.

In the past, sword practitioners always had swords in people. Although in modern times, few people were willing to abide by the default rules of ancient swordsmen, Song Jie saw his sword falling into Wang Chan's hands, and his face immediately looked like ashes.

In addition to the palm of his hand holding the sword, it has been crushed by Wang Chan at this time. The five-finger bones, metacarpal bones and wrist bones have all become shattered fractures. Even if modern medical skills are more developed, they can be reconnected to him through excellent surgery, but they will certainly not be able to recover as before. The most important thing for a sword practitioner is the palm and five-finger wrist of the sword. Once it is damaged and affects the flexibility, it is equivalent to abolishing his swordsmanship.

Therefore, at this time, Song Jie was depressed to death. On the contrary, he had no plan to escape before. The blood surged up, and his face was red. Suddenly, he took a deep breath. He raised his left hand and pinched it into a sword finger. It turned out to be a sword, like a madman. He rushed into Wang Chan's arms and pointed at Wang Chan's eyes fiercely. .

He knew that Wang Chan was more powerful than thunder. He used his finger as a sword, and it was useless to point it elsewhere, so he simply gave up all the defenses and tried to waste one of Wang Chan's eyes and vent his anger.

In the face of Song Jie's crazy attack, Wang Chan did not dodge. He only held the pine-striped ancient sword in one hand and clenched into a phoenix-eyed fist in the other hand, raised his elbow and shouldered it, and his chest was a punch.

Before Song Jie's sword stabbed his eyes, Wang Chan's fierce "black tiger's heart" had already hit Song Jie's chest.

With a bang, Song Jie's whole body was beaten to fly more than three feet high, clicked, and his bones cracked like the sound of firecrackers. He couldn't help flying back. He was still in the air, and a column of blood was already spewing up like a fountain in his mouth.

"Oh, no, Wang Chan, don't move...!"

Immediately after Song Jieren flew back, Wang Chan was about to jump on him and completely end the man's life. Suddenly, his ears moved together, as if there was some investigation. Then he heard an exclamation from behind him, mixed with metal instruments that shocked him. The spring sounded, like a bullet loaded, and opened the safety. The same.

Since he went down the mountain, in just half a month, Wang Chan has been coerced several times by weapons such as guns, so he was the most ** of guns in his heart. Therefore, as soon as he heard the voice from behind, he immediately knew that someone was pointing a gun at him.

Suddenly, the hair on his back was upside down, and a danger surged into his heart in advance. Wang Cha's body fell down for the first time and rushed forward. Unexpectedly, he caught up with Song Jie, who had not yet landed. He stopped his waist with one hand and pinched his throat with the other. He turned around like a whirlwind. At the same time, he also blocked Song Jie as a meat shield. Before.

Later, Wang Chan's other hand also crossed the pine-striped ancient sword that had just been snatched in his hand, ready to go, and the tiger roared in his throat. It seemed that a trapped beast had to rush to the enemy at any time.

In terms of martial arts and boxing, although Wang Chan dares not say that he is invincible in the world, he is not afraid of any enemy from the bottom of his heart and dares to kill, but guns are equivalent to the hidden bows and arrows in the past, but they are more powerful and a fatal threat to anyone. The threatening practice has really violated Wang Chan's taboo.

In an instant, I turned around, and I couldn't stop rushing into a murderous atmosphere in my heart.

"Wang Chan, don't mess around. Song Jie is also the staff of our National Security Bureau. He came to you just to learn martial arts, without any malice! Don't be excited. He has been seriously injured by you. He has to forgive others. Don't have an enemy again, otherwise you will only die and be in danger. What's the trouble!"

Following the voice, Wang Chan saw at a glance that the speaker was full of anxious thunder, while the other person beside him was a middle-aged man who was as calm and deep as Yuan Yuezhi, wearing a gray Zhongshan suit and standing with his hands behind his hands.

Beside him, Zhang Jieyu and Zhang Xiuer, an old acquaintance of Wang Chan, was also an undercover agent in the red sleeve forest with a gun in his hand.

"Wang Chan, I helped you deal with your matter. I don't know if you can let go of the apprentice first. I think he is seriously injured, and if he has to delay, I'm afraid he can't save his life!"

This middle-aged man looked at Song Jie in Wang Chan's hand. His face was like dead ashes, and the blood in his mouth kept leaving. His chest was concave in, and his face couldn't help pulling. However, he had no other actions that made Wang Chan cause misunderstanding. He just stretched out his hand and grabbed the pistol in Zhang Xiuer's hand and threw it far away. Go out and show that you don't have any hostility.

(to be continued)