"I knew I would meet you a long time ago, but I didn't expect to meet here. Fuzhou City is in danger tonight, and you actually dare to come and die!"

There was a hint of surprise in Jiang Wen's tone.

"Sure enough, you know something. The city of Fuzhou is turbulent, and the forces are intertwined. I originally planned to clear the chessboard and find someone to settle the score, but now it seems that you are a 'pawn across the river' who is unable to retreat.

ah."

The dusty wind gradually picked up, the sound of horse hooves sounded, and both of them started to move in the electric light and flint.

Jiang Wen suddenly jumped up high and dodged Monk Yankong's extremely powerful Vajra Palm, leaving only a deep palm print on the wall behind him.

Jiang Wen, who had just killed seventy-six Qing soldiers with his sword, had already exhausted most of his internal energy and was unable to maintain his peak condition. Therefore, he chose not to sharpen his edge and look for opportunities to retreat instead of advance.

However, Monk Yankong's moves became more and more powerful, and the powerful Vajra Finger and Vajra Prajna Palm were also shrouded in clouds and mist, penetrating everywhere. Only the shadows of the fingertips and palms were densely covered within three feet of the body, and even his subordinates could not get close.

"Is this all you have?"

Monk Yankong roared angrily, "They are just as useless as the Fuwei Escort Agency. They deserve to be tricked out of the city and killed!"

Jiang Wen remained unmoved and swung his sword to block one after another, and his moves were as smooth as clouds and flowing water. The two of them saw each other in the alley, and their moves were so subtle and quick that even martial arts masters who have practiced sets of moves for many years may not be able to compare.

"Master, you are ridiculous. Sneaking the escorts from the Fuwei Escort Agency out of the city is certainly a way to seek death, but isn't it the same for you to send people to rob and kill them?"

Regarding Monk Yankong's heart-wrenching words, Jiang Wen just smiled faintly and said, "I would like to ask, Master has sent so many people under his command, how many of them have come back to report to you?"

The Chang brothers were still lurking in the dark and staying put. They stayed awake for three days and three nights. It was not as simple as insomnia.

This big chess game is a battle of life and death. Both the Black and White Peaks think they have a chance to win, but once they fall into the "two calamities cycle" situation, no one can even think of winning without draining the last bit of life from both sides.

Lose. The person who can win in the end will only be the third player who suddenly appears...

Although the strength of the two people is limited, it is not difficult to rob and kill Monk Yankong's men in reverse. I dare not say 100%, but it will be easy to complete nine out of ten times.

Monk Yankong frowned and stepped forward without hesitation with his palms. He did not care about the lives of his men at all. Jiang Wen suddenly stretched out his left palm and drew a circle on his chest with a simple movement.

He pushed it out with a roar.

The Vajra Prajna Palm struck like the sky collapsing and the earth collapsed, while Jiang Wen raised his palm like an overlord lifting a cauldron, and advanced like a giant pushing a mountain. Their palms came together and then separated. Jiang Wen and Yankong were both affected by this violent force.

He retreated with great rebounding force, and did not stop his retreat until his back hit the alley wall. The wall visibly shook for a while, and dust rolled down into the sky.

"I really admire that Jiang can still have such inner strength without quitting the master's good kung fu, drinking alcohol, eating meat every day, and lingering with women. It's not convenient to use it here, so we might as well change the place and fight again!"

Jiang Wen smiled indifferently, jumped up and walked diagonally across the wall without leaving a trace. Monk Yankong's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and he kicked the wall to use his strength to fly up, chasing after him.

Jiang Wen.

Not far outside Netherworld Alley is a rolling river in the city. From a distance, you can see that the water in the river is rising and the turbid waves are undulating. It has poured back into and submerged many farmlands. The Baima River was originally used to decompose and dredge external floods.

At that time, it became the source of the flood.

The eye of the secluded spring under Fuzhou City has appeared, and the murderous spring in the mouth of Huang Ji, the protector of Hongyang, is now ready to emerge.

The two of them chased each other and stood by the river. Jiang Wen was also surrounded by Monk Yankong and his men, but his expression remained indifferent.

Monk Yankong threw off his monk's clothes, revealing his steel-like muscles in the cold night. His palms were empty in front and solid in front, then solid in front and empty in back, which was dazzling. Then he raised his palms while crossing his crotch protectors, like drawing a bow to gain momentum.

He struck out with a palm close to his body.

The twelve successful powers of the Vajra Prajna Palm appeared. Jiang Wen did not dare to take a careless step forward. He waved his palms up and waved both palms on the same side upwards. The force seemed to welcome but not to meet, seemed to block but not block, and it was as straight as a ride.

The six dragons control the sky, and the six yangs are born from the void pole. Their posture also changes from contraction to expansion, and they attack in three directions: head, body and tail.

When the strong dragon suppressed the realm, the four fields were divided and the five lakes were in chaos. Jiang Wen just held the reins like an extremely skilled charioteer. When the battle came together, he opened his palms, fists, and elbows to forcibly control this power that no one could resist.

Stopped the situation from falling apart.

Seeing the subtle situation, Monk Yankong's men desperately wanted to attack. They thought it was a pot of calm cold water, but they didn't know that the power of the fight was as strong as a cup of boiling water overflowing.

A slight shake can cause burns.

As soon as the man with the hideous scar on his face touched him, he was violently ejected more than ten feet away by the force of the two men's fight, and his mouth almost filled with blood.

But despite being so seriously injured, the man was still able to stand up staggeringly, with many black writings showing on his torn open chest. Then he snatched back a sharp knife with fierce eyes and quickly stepped forward to snatch it away.

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Jiang Wen was not polite, and during the fierce exchange of firecrackers, he flew up and kicked him into the rolling waves, which was instantly swallowed up. The others were horrified and did not dare to step forward.

"Unfortunately, master, your internal strength cannot be achieved overnight. You must have stayed in the Shaolin Temple for a long time. Don't you have any compassion?"

After Monk Yankong heard this, he suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed as if he had heard something funny.

"Hahaha, ridiculous! The earth has no boundaries and the heavens are lawless. I don't need that extremely hypocritical false compassion. I can only be the true Buddha in charge of the lives of millions of people!"

Then the evil image on Monk Yankong's face recovered, "I let you go because I wanted to recruit you, but today it seems that you are stubborn, so go and die!"

Monk Yankong didn't pay any attention to the dangerous situation where ordinary people would die if he touched it. The martial arts passed down from the Vajra Sect in the Western Regions was powerful and fearless. It swallowed up all the power like a whale and crushed countless bricks and stones when it landed.

"Master, if you don't practice, do you know a method of self-sacrifice and a martial art that becomes more powerful the more you study it?"

Jiang Wen's gaze was impartial, but it fell solely on his ankle that was bitten by a small stone.

The gauze that tightly wrapped the wound had burst, revealing a deep wound that had not healed or scabbed at all. Even the blood had a strange dark color and looked extremely strange.

Monk Yankong's eyes were murderous, but Jiang Wen clearly saw wisps of black energy entwining in his eyes, wandering around the pupils, which seemed to be one with the cold aura of Monk Yankong.

Jiang Wen had already seen the whole thing at a glance, and saw from it the indelible mark of Southern Shaolin's secret dragon-shaped fist, which maintained a strange symbiotic relationship with the body named Yankong, neither increasing nor decreasing, neither dirty nor clean.

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This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! A trace of struggle flashed in Monk Yankong's eyes, and he seemed to have noticed something was wrong with his state. The secret Dragon-shaped Fist, which originally only broke out at the critical moment of life and death, was quietly revealed.

Aroused by consciousness, it invaded into his own will...

The opponent is scheming against me and uses the dragon-shaped fist!

"To be honest, my martial arts qualifications are mediocre, and my external skills are extensive but not refined. The way I use them is just to make people laugh. It's really not as good as your operation. I have to use some small tricks as a last resort."

Jiang Wen stood with his hands behind his hands, his attitude was very humble.

But when Monk Yankong listened to the other party's words, he only felt that the other party was speaking sarcastically. The twisted secret dragon-shaped fist in his body could no longer be restrained, and turned into a weird posture of twisting tendons and misaligning bones. The Vajra Prajna Master once

As soon as you take action, there will be waves of fishy wind!

But when Jiang Wen smiled slightly, he took a step back and distanced himself without revealing any trace: "However, this martial art has been entangled with my second disciple for a long time. I have devoted myself to his situation, and over time I have naturally come to understand it."

Jiang Wen put on a martial arts posture that was different from that of Monk Yankong. His hands looked like palms but not palms, and they looked like a long dragon diving into the abyss or a swimming dragon exploring its claws. It seemed like a martial arts that was similar to the Eighteen Palms of Subduing the Dragon.

This time the two strong men met, Jiang Wen's fist palm was like a misty rain, disturbing the breeze, and he easily blocked Monk Yankong's extremely violent secret dragon-shaped fist. But if you look closely, you can see that the moves used by the two are exactly the same.

Can distinguish differences in some minor details.

With every punch and every kick, the two of them were entangled with all their strength. Monk Yankong's men were even suddenly dazzled. They could no longer see the two figures in front of them, but they could only see two black dragons entangled by the river.

Fighting, the rivers pour down with mud and sand, and they don’t recognize anything else!

When the two of them fought, it was Monk Yankong who took the lead in making the move. Jiang Wen followed up with the same move with the slightest difference. However, it happened that such small details kept accumulating, and it became Jiang Wen's decision to strike from behind and suppress him with all his strength.

Live the secret dragon-shaped boxing of Southern Shaolin that once made people laugh!

"Fortunately, I am proficient in small formless skills. All martial arts in the world can get their meaning and forget their form. Since ancient times, the formlessness is magical, while the small form is pure and empty. It has no form and no trace to be found. Only after it can be traced can it become better than the blue."

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Wen also blasted out the biting wind between his palms. It was no longer as majestic and upright as the branches and leaves of the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms before. Every move and every move was filled with a ferocious aura that would kill powerful enemies and defeat the powerful crossbow.

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"Therefore, I have the courage to integrate the Tianshan Plum Blossom Hand into the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, rely on the Small Wuxiang Kung Fu to reach its peak, and simulate a unique martial art in the world that is specialized in restraining the secret dragon-shaped fist. Please give me your advice!

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The secret dragon-shaped fist can rely on fighting, absorbing the essence of the opponent's martial arts, innovating, and deducing it on its own until it is far stronger than the opponent.

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Jiang Wen has always had a headache because of the characteristics of this martial art. He cannot be beaten or scolded, so he can only suppress it with the help of methods such as pure heart and universal kindness. But if the opponent is not Hong Wending, then with his superior views on martial arts, he would have thought of it long ago.

A method that can be called fighting fire with fire.

The secret dragon-shaped fist has form but no quality. It will derive completely different characteristics depending on the host. But the weakness is here after all. Using the long to attack the short and winning with surprise is the way of the ever-changing yin and yang.

, no matter how fast the dragon-shaped fist grows, it cannot overcome the current situation where the innate being is targeted.

The Tianshan Plum Blossom Hand can imitate the world's unarmed martial arts. At every moment, he is absorbing the essence of Monk Yankong's Dragon-shaped Fist and imitating his killing moves that have been tempered for thousands of times. The Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms are the most powerful and powerful.

The pinnacle of martial arts in the outside world has been trained to the point where hardness and softness are at will, and strength and softness are blended into one. Finally, when activated by the incomparable miraculous Little Phaseless Kung Fu, it is like being thrown into a hot furnace, and the brilliance of the sword and divine weapon is restored.

It can’t be covered up either!

The combination of these martial arts requires extremely high internal energy, but I have to admit that Jiang Wen has relied on the vast collection of martial arts to find a way to overpower the secret Dragon-shaped Fist!

Jiang Wen stopped talking. He had already seen the turbulent waves rising in the spiritual platform where Monk Yankong had not yet been annihilated.

The Vajra Prajna Palm and the Powerful Vajra Finger are his special skills, and the secret dragon-shaped fist is a nightmare that he can't get rid of in this life. Countless enemies have been defeated by this martial art that gets stronger with each battle.

But now this invincible martial arts pales in comparison to the martial arts that Jiang Wenxin has mastered. Even if he tries his best to imitate and learn the opponent's martial arts moves, he is still far behind the subtle and quick changes of the other party. Jiang Wen's martial arts are far from perfect.

It was in front and suddenly behind, and it actually reached the point where even the secret dragon-shaped fist was extremely difficult and had nowhere to start, suppressing the secret dragon-shaped fist forever!

"As a master, of course he is better than his apprentice in every aspect..."

Jiang Wen mobilized 10% of his inner strength. He knew that this martial art was indeed invincible, but like the secret dragon-shaped fist, it had great flaws.

First of all, the process of imitation always starts from scratch, and once the person is replaced, there will be no such clear pertinence; secondly, it consumes too much internal energy, and using the three martial arts together will almost drain his already insufficient internal energy; finally, there is still
To be continued...