Chapter 13 Section 12

"Not right." Zhao Daming touched the goosebumps on his arms, and looked at the gang members sitting higher up in the tree, but no one uttered a warning owl hoot, and the three-bag disciples who were monitoring Yuanbing's movements were lying in ambush farther away. They didn't send a signal either. Zhao Daming jumped to the top of the tree himself, but there was still no movement of Yuan soldiers within a radius of two miles. This day, the emperor is fighting against each other, and the gangsters gather together. Even if the imperial court dispatches a team of tens of thousands of people to drive them away, it is normal. But at this moment, there is not a single soldier. Maybe the imperial court is lazy, or it is civil disorder in various places. Can't get distracted for a while?

"No, it's still not right." Zhao Daming shook his head, unable to figure out how the cold air on his body came from. A little later, Qisuo and Mitutoyo at the bottom also felt the inexplicable chill that suddenly surged from the crowd. Mitutoyo, who is good at hearing, immediately pricked up his ears, but felt an oppressive force trying to let out a deafening roar, like a prehistoric beast that lives in the dark and cannot recognize its hideous face. The voice of that power was extremely distorted.Unspeakably evil. Instinctively, Qisuo quickly pushed Hongzhong away from her, and stood side by side with Sanfeng.Both of them felt a shiver in the other's body, and their scalps were numb.Before today, the two of them could never have imagined that their fear could feel like this.

"What is that? It doesn't look like a conspiracy?" Sanfeng frowned. He who has been in the rivers and lakes for a long time has also been afraid before, and he has also thought of retreating in the bitter struggle of narrow escapes, but he is not as timid as he is now. "Is the seven-foot white-fronted tiger in Changbai Mountain that someone raised in Dadu lost?" Qisuo gritted his teeth to keep them from shaking. Danger is such a wonderful thing that someone has an innate ability to detect something that threatens their life hovering nearby, or have a strong premonition of impending disaster.In the east, people who sense catastrophes such as mountain torrents, earthquakes, and thunder are called immortals; in the west, people who foresee the world in decline and peril after a thousand years are called prophets.

The more life-and-death junctures one has experienced, the more intuition one has to detect danger, and a person with outstanding martial arts, with clear five senses, is more able to perceive what ordinary people cannot detect. Among the group of heroes, several seniors with advanced cultivation bases also began to feel that the atmosphere was not right, and they became restless.There are beggar gang members sitting on the tree, but no one warns, it is really strange. Zhao Daming suddenly remembered the last time he felt cold all over his body and was engulfed in fear from the inside out.

"Da Ming, run away!" At the beginning, Master's anxious roar was still in my ears, and then it was blood red. Zhao Daming's eyes widened and he almost fell off the tree. An old man with white eyebrows in a black robe lowered his head and slowly walked out of the horrified and inexplicable crowd. Without saying a word, the big sleeves were shriveled, and the fallen leaves rose from the ground without wind, and they were broken into pieces before they touched the corner of the old Taoist clothes. It was really a strange and frightening skill. Standing in front of Qisuo and Sanfeng, dressed in black, the old man still didn't raise his head, his back bent.

Mitutoyo felt an invisible force rapidly expanding and contracting in front of his eyes. The torches tied to the trees around the square suddenly trembled, and the flames shrank strangely in an instant. The white-browed old man raised his head, and the flame on the torch immediately burst into flames. "What an astonishing internal force, it's unbelievable!" The group of heroes were shocked. Compared with Mitutoyo and Qisuo's martial arts that made everyone mesmerized, this sophisticated martial arts made people feel uncomfortable all over. The old Taoist face was expressionless. To say he was listless would be better to say that his eyes were dull, and people couldn't see through his heart. When he opened his mouth, two rows of scorched teeth made people frown uncontrollably.This old Taoist had been hiding in the crowd just now, and he didn't show up until the duel between the two heroes and the Huashan faction was over, bursting out with murderous aura.

"Old Taoist, name, don't kill, word, it's strange. It's okay, go, stay, and kill with these two." Every time the old Taoist uttered a word, it sounded ordinary and impermanent, not like a booming bell, nor a thunderbolt, but the flames in the square were inconceivably large and small.When the old Taoist revealed the most terrifying name in Jianghu, all the heroes changed their colors, and immediately retreated to a large open space, not daring to approach. Hongzhong and Lingxue also retreated tens of feet away with the group of heroes, for fear of distracting Qisuo and Sanfeng's attention.

Lingxue was stiff, too nervous to speak, holding hands with Hong Zhong.Even Chong Hachi, who doesn't know martial arts, feels that even with the strength of all the heroes in the field, he is not an opponent who can't kill people. This non-killing is one of the two strange monks who realized Shaolin's "Yi Jin Jing" in the past hundred years. Later, he broke out of his sect and turned against Shaolin.Everyone is afraid of not killing, and the court rats are rampant. After breaking out of Shaolin, there were thirteen direct disciples, but none of them broke through the bottleneck in the practice of "Yi Jin Jing", and he didn't feel regretful about it. Instead, he felt that he was really blessed, and he was destined to comprehend the extraordinary and holy martial arts , such an extraordinary achievement, but people in the martial arts world only fear and disrespect him, making it even more difficult for him to suppress himself, so that he is merciless in his attacks.

"Self-cut, pipa bone, broken, eyes, twisted, hamstring, forgive you, don't die." Busha said intimidating words, but there was no intimidation, an old face without emotion. Mitutoyo unconsciously took a step back, dripping with sweat. The strange person who taught him martial arts once warned him that the only thing in the world that you must never try to fight against is that if you don’t kill Taoists, it’s not shameful to run away when you see it. If you can practice hard for twenty years, you will still be alive if you don’t kill , Only a little hope can compete with it for life and death.At that time, Sanfeng didn't think so, but after seeing him this time, he realized that running away is also a skill.

Relying on the ignorance of the countrymen, Qisuo stopped in front of Mitutoyo, with a glance, indicating that the two of them would use all their strength as soon as they made a move, and use a domineering fast attack to make Busha no room to fight back. "Up the tree, come down." Busha hit the air with his right palm, and the fallen leaves of the big tree beside him were flying. The ordinary Shaolin Pikong Palm was so powerful. Zhao Daming jumped down with a smile, but did not leave. "This will save us from death, why don't you sell dung on the street? Sell him ten taels of silver, you are talented!" Zhao Daming smiled hippie, but his whole body was full of true energy.

Busha looked at Zhao Daming, the genuine feeling on his body reminded him of an old friend. "Your master, before dying, did you, did you cry, beg for mercy, vomit, want to know, don't you?" Busha recalled the fight with Huo Zhong, the former leader of the beggar gang fifteen years ago. Only eleven of the eighteen palms of subduing the dragon were produced, and Huo Zhong's hands were thrown into the well by him. After that, Huo Zhong was imprisoned in Dadu Water Prison for three years, and his whole body was soaked to rot. "You mean that old bastard? Ah! I have long disliked him. I am lazy, but he always forces me to do shitty palms. He beats and kicks me every time, and punishes me in public. Make a fool of yourself, fuck! Thinking about it makes me angry, and now I can’t get anything big when there is no one around! It’s good that you killed him! I should thank you after a while, hahaha!” Zhao Da Ming laughed loudly, clapped his hands frantically, and suppressed the aura of not killing. Sanfeng and Zhao Daming have never met, but from his laughter and smell, he knows that he is the leader of the beggar gang.The pure masculinity of the whole body, the tendons are violently expanding and contracting angrily, and the internal strength is far above him.Sure enough, there are many martial arts in the world, and each school has its own strengths. Although not killing just now threatens to kill all the people left behind, the heroes will never miss this life and death showdown that is truly related to the welfare of the martial arts. hot field. "The magic-suppressing finger on your body, can it be solved?" Busha looked at Qisuo, and said such a clueless sentence. "Yes, so what?" Qi Suo concentrated on it, and lowered his voice. "Keep you, no." After Busha finished speaking, dozens of torches around the square were instantly extinguished, and Nuanfenggang was completely dark. Qisuo felt the evil wind blowing towards his face, Busha had come to him, his five fingers spread out, and he used the Dragon Claw Hand, which is the unique skill of Shaolin's seventy-two skills. After Busha comprehends the "Yi Jin Jing", any martial arts from then on is like picking something out of a bag. No matter what ordinary moves are in the hands of Busha, their power will be multiplied, and there will be an extra layer of merciless domineering. "It's amazing!" Qi Suo relied on ignorance and spun around, clasping his hands in a circle, trying to block the dragon's claw hand, but was thrown away by the terrible strange force, just like Zhao Daming's seeing the dragon throwing a spinning top in the field this afternoon. Going out like that, Qisuo fell five or six feet away. Busha frowned, this was the first time he encountered such a thing. And just when Qisuo was trying to dispel Busha's palm, Sanfeng struck out with both palms from Qisuo's back, hitting Busha with 100% of his skill power without reservation, and let Mitutoyo hit him without killing, dodging, or dodging Next, the skill of "Yi Jin Jing" automatically runs to protect the body. Mitutoyo's palm strength was like thunder, but it was like hitting a huge iron pillar, all the palm force bounced back, Mitutoyo was shocked, and quickly rolled back to relieve the force. The moment the torch was extinguished, the strength of the two sides was judged. But if he didn't kill, he didn't take advantage of the victory to pursue, because he was very concerned about Zhao Daming's actions. Just now, Zhao Daming didn't take the opportunity to fight with the two heroes, but instead of taking the opportunity to rush in and punch him, he just stood aside, shook his neck, and started doing health exercises. Qisuo fell to the ground, staring at Zhao Daming, a new friend whom he met only today, and Sanfeng was also panting, quite dissatisfied with Zhao Daming's attitude of watching with his hands on the sidelines.It is also extremely puzzled not to have killed more than ten thousand people. If you don't kill him, you don't understand, and you don't have time to pay attention to it, because Qisuo is short and clasped his palms behind him like a bird.Mitutoyo's big sleeves are fluttering, and his body is spinning like a human spinning top. The two heroes rushed towards Busha from left and right. Qisuo yelled, and drew two semicircles of cracking soil from bottom to top with his palms from back to front. It was a mediocre Shaolin Vajra Arhat palm and double pestle to strike the bell, relying entirely on terrifying internal force. Bu Sha was expressionless, as if he was wearing an ugly human skin mask, but a rare burst of anger surged in his heart, his feet remained still, and he swung his hands from bottom to top.Both of them were using the same tough skill, but Qisuo took thirty strides before gathering energy to blast, and he didn't kill but just concentrated his strength to blast, as if Qisuo who came running wildly was just a three-year-old child. As soon as the two palms meet, Qisuo is shocked to hear that the zhenqi holes in Busha's body seem to be filled with many huge iron pieces, and the iron pieces are constantly being squeezed from all directions by terrifying and abnormal forces, biting each other, making deafening noises Crash sound. "Qisuo can't fight recklessly!" Mitutoyo also heard that something was wrong, he drew a circle of strength with his palms, and tried his best to dispel the Yinba's palm force for Qisuo. loose energy. There were repeated bangs and muffled sounds, and the three of them clapped their palms together. The torches around the square still had sporadic flames, which were ignited again by the rapidly expanding wind pressure. All the heroes were horrified, and their ears were filled with extremely heavy explosions that seemed to be near but actually far away. The two palms of Busha turned into claws, and the Shaolin dragon claws that crushed rocks and cracked iron were used. The two heroes circled around Busha, fast and slow, all desperately dismantling them with the slow fist that Busha had never seen before. He was inferior to Mitutoyo, and his experience in facing the enemy was even worse. He was almost out of strength at the moment, but fortunately, Mitutoyo tried his best to catch the 60% of the offensive that he did not kill. However, as strong as Mitutoyo, he gradually felt overwhelmed. Every claw that does not kill has hidden great stamina, and his feet are like stepping on a landslide caused by a mountain torrent, and he is about to lose his footing.Once the footsteps are vain, the internal strength will be useless. Busha originally intended to cause the two of them to die madly from exhaustion of true energy, so he didn't even make the most kill, and he didn't care if he was dispelled by a weird move.But Busha often feels that the two of them are about to use up the last drop of internal energy in their bodies, and when they are waiting to die, Qisuo and Mitutoyo can squeeze out energy that shouldn't exist from the zhenqi holes in their bodies, which makes Busha start to feel angry again hate it. The one thing he cares about the most has actually come true? With a look from Sanfeng, the two heroes let go and rolled away at the same time. With the great strength of not killing, they rolled away and fell fifteen feet away before they actually hit the ground. Bu Sha did not catch up, only then did the heroes see clearly that Bu Sha's feet had already sunk into the ground, and the surrounding area was also uneven, which shows that the 300 strokes just now were full of internal strength and heavy hands. The two heroes were panting violently rarely, sweating profusely, half of the hot sweat that evaporated from the body due to the exhaustion of true energy, and half of the cold sweat from the near death. Zhao Daming had finished his warm-up exercises early on, picked his nostrils, and didn't care if he bled. He didn't join the battle just now, but just watched intently. "Hey! Are you going to fight?" Sanfeng stared at Zhao Daming dissatisfied. Although I don't know him, this guy is recognized as the most upright martial arts master, not to mention the masculine energy in his body is definitely superior to him. "Fight! I'll go up again when you surrender. Otherwise, step aside and I'll come alone." Zhao Daming patted his face with both hands, as if trying to lift his spirits. But Zhao Daming's hands became stronger and stronger, as if he was trying to knock himself out. "Why do you do this? Let's go up together! Give him a catch!" Qisuo said loudly with a slow fist, breathing heavily.The zhenqi in his body was churning like a wave, and he couldn't calm down for a while. I saw Zhao Daming striding forward alone, not paying attention to not killing. Qisuo and Sanfeng looked at each other in dismay. Could it be that Zhao Daming really had such confidence that he could defeat him alone? "Listen, you two, this old bald man only used seven or eight points of his strength to humiliate you just now, don't think you still have a chance, even if you add me, you still can't beat this old bald man." Zhao Daming's cheeks were swollen Big up, so red that it's about to swell and break the skin. Mitutoyo nodded, he could vaguely hear that there was still room for expansion of the zhenqi pores in Busha's body. Zhao Daming stared and refused to kill.No killing, no rebuttal, and no expression. Chong Ba saw that the battle between the guild leader and Busha was imminent, but there was no chance of winning. He had ten strategies in his mind, such as a hundred people fighting dogs, soul-locking songs, poisonous snakes, and stone formations, but none of them worked.Could it be that he can only resort to that trick?Chong Ba looked at Xu Da who was calm on the outside but resourceful in his heart, Xu Da nodded slowly. "Since everyone can't beat this old bald man together, why do you want to destroy your prestige together and make that old bald man laugh secretly! Fuck!" Zhao Daming's stomach was swollen high, full of anger, and walked with his head held high. "Man, it's the same thing whether it's defecation or fighting, that is, momentum comes first! Only with momentum can you have a chance of winning! Just let me pat this old bald man's bald head alone!" Qisuo and Mitutoyo were speechless. According to their thinking, if they don't want to fight, they should run away, but it doesn't make sense to leave Zhao Daming alone. Busha looked at Zhao Daming coldly. In the past 30 years of massacring the world, there are very few martial arts that can leave an impression on him. For example, Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon.That was a rare encounter in his life. "Your master, before he died, said you were an idiot, as expected, that's the case." Busha took a step. "See the dragon in the field!" Zhao Daming roared violently, his figure flickered, and he was in front of Busha in an instant. Zhao Daming's killing intent shrouded Zhao Daming's Dragon Subduing Palm within ten feet of his whole body, grass clippings flew everywhere, and there was no way to dodge it. No work, no coincidence, the heroic right palm cracked hard! "Idiot." Bu Sha Nian said, he slapped Zhao Daming head-on, but because he was talking at the same time, his chest was suffocated, he almost couldn't breathe, he was secretly surprised. I saw that Zhao Daming was not blown away, instead, he used his energy to fly in the air, and kicked out the fierce and invincible dragon to wag its tail! He didn't want to kill, but he didn't jump back. He stretched out his fingers and combined his fingers to shoot out a sharp force, trying to stop Zhao Daming's kick that could even break through granite.However, Zhao Daming ignored the power of Shen Hezhi, and kicked back several steps without killing him. "Good!" Qisuo shouted. "Seeing the dragon in the field!" Zhao Daming roared as soon as his feet landed on the ground, and suddenly came to Busha in an instant, swung his right palm and was about to blast out again. Originally, it was not a big deal if he couldn't get angry if he didn't kill one, but the person who kept palming against him was the top spot in the martial arts school. Zhao Daming followed up with a series of repeating and repeating scenes of seeing the dragon in the field and the dragon wagging its tail, with palms and legs shaking the mountains and rivers, alternating in the same way. "Why don't you change some new moves, just change those two moves?" Sanfeng secretly felt strange. Busha was furious in his heart, and Gujing Bubo's dead face showed a rare anger, and he changed several moves one after another, no Prajna Palm, Vigorous Vajra Palm, Great Compassion Hand, Putuo Lotus Finger, but they couldn't stop himself from being hit by a powerful palm. Zhao Daming, who had passed a palm, was forced to retreat. There is no shame in his life more than tonight. "The dragon wagging its tail!" "See the dragon wagging its tail!" "Seeing the dragon wagging its tail!" "Seeing the dragon wagging its tail!" "Seeing the dragon wagging its tail!" "Seeing the dragon wagging its tail!" "Seeing the dragon wagging its tail!" "Seeing the dragon wagging its tail!" !" Zhao Daming's voice was like thunder, and his palm was like sea waves. Even though his moves and rhythm didn't change, he still kept on blasting without killing each other, and the crowd was very excited. "I want to have a bowel movement!" Zhao Daming shouted suddenly. Taking advantage of the moment when Shenlong wagged its tail and kicked up, the "One Finger Zen" that did not kill was stretched out and resisted.Zhao Daming kicked his feet high, a slit was split in his trousers instantly, and a piece of feces roared towards Busha, and Busha's outstretched fingers just poked into the wet, soft and warm feces. The excrement was plain and ordinary, but of course it couldn't bear the Shaolin magic finger, and instantly burst into pieces, spraying the two of them all over their bodies. Do not kill is very angry, he can only defend without time to attack regardless of his anger, he forced himself to use 100% of his palm strength, and confronted Zhao Daming's Jianlong in the field head-on, both of them tried their best, Zhao Daming and the other When they killed each other, they both fell back and rolled. Zhao Daming's palms were hot, his breath surged, and after spitting out a large piece of blood, he burst out laughing. Zhao Da is a genius tomorrow, and he thinks that if he practices hard for another five years, his skill will definitely be comparable to that of Busha, but now he is still 40% inferior to Busha, but he has beaten Busha so hard that he has no power to fight back, and his body is covered with his own blood. Dashi, really overjoyed, laughing wildly while spitting blood. It is not easy not to kill those who are covered with broken feces. Forcibly catalyzing the power of ten successes under the sluggish breath, even after comprehending the "Yi Jin Jing", it still hurts the body, the tendons are damaged, and now it is impossible to say a word . But Busha took a few deep breaths, his true energy filled his orifices like red-hot iron, even if his tendons were injured, it would not damage the situation in front of him.Unlimited killing intent surged out, and the square torch instantly shrank into a line. The current non-killing, even if Bodhidharma is alive, he is no match. Qisuo and Sanfeng concentrated their energy, regardless of Zhao Daming's willingness or not, they must work together to survive. Zhao Daming wiped off the black blood from the corner of his mouth, and stood in front of the two heroes, staring and not killing. "Do you know what annoys me the most about you?" Zhao Daming yelled as he looked at Busha and sniffed the dung sticking to his shoulders, "When I saw you, I was so scared that I trembled all over my body. Damn it! I have to take your ass off today! See you in the field!" Three heroes come together! Busha's face twitched, and the torch flew out.