Wanderer of the whirling world

Chapter 11 Fighting in the Rainy Night
On the surface, Xin Ziqiu seemed to be strolling in the courtyard, but in his heart he was secretly anxious.

This is not the first time he has fought life and death, but it is the one with the biggest gap in strength between the two sides, and it is also the most dangerous one.

Relying on the mud step of Youshen Baguazhang, he repeatedly dodged Ma Ru's moves, and occasionally counterattacked with two moves. He looked chic and elegant, but in fact he put himself in an invincible situation.

Persist for a dozen more rounds at the most, and when Ma Ru has figured out his way, the two of them must meet each other. At that time, it will be a battle of strength, and he is far from being an opponent, so he will definitely suffer a big loss.

Just as he thought, Ma Ru also saw the weakness of his lack of skill, and was not in a hurry to attack, but was observing his footwork to consume his energy.

Xin Ziqiu glanced away from the corner of his eye, and saw that Jia Zhiqing was facing You Qiaojun at this time, the two fought together, and it was difficult to tell the winner for the time being.

And Jia Xian was also entangled to death by that skeleton-like Kang Wenping, and he had to take care of the densely packed Gu worms under his feet.

No one can come to his aid.

Xin Ziqiu breathed out a turbid breath, his chest was slightly tight, and the soles of his bare feet were hurt by the rough ground.

He couldn't hold on anymore, he didn't eat or drink water for several hours, and he was in danger again and again. Even though he was a young man with a vigorous body and excellent physical fitness, he would eventually get tired.

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Ma Ru gradually figured out Xin Ziqiu's moves, Wuxing Liuhe stepped up his moves, and the fist wind enveloped his whole body for three feet, forcing Xin Ziqiu to face him head-on.

He smashed Xin Ziqiu's head with a chopping fist, followed by the old man who hadn't used his punch, and blocked Xin Ziqiu's next step.

Bengquan belongs to wood, and it is as fast as a flying arrow, so fast that it is impossible to guard against.

"Go!"

Xin Ziqiu couldn't dodge it now, so he could only resist with his palm subconsciously.

When fists and palms met, he was sent flying backwards by a huge force, and fell heavily to the ground.

Xin Ziqiu only felt that his viscera were about to be displaced, his stomach was filled with nausea, his throat was slightly sweet, and he almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.

Before he could stand up, he saw that Ma Ru had already rushed forward, raised a thick leg high, and smashed it headlong towards his forehead.

Xin Ziqiu's reaction was extremely quick, and when he couldn't do anything, he rolled over on the spot, narrowly avoiding the leg.

Ma Ru smashed his leg into the air, and hit the ground, only to hear a "bang", and he stepped on the ground of the ruined temple to create a hole.

Great guy.

It stands to reason that the physique of modern people should be far better than that of the ancients more than 1000 years ago, but this Ma Ru is not sure whether it is because of his extraordinary talent, or because he has practiced some foreign qigong, and his fists and feet are amazingly destructive.

Xin Ziqiu had also fought against heavyweight boxers before, but none of them could match this numbness in strength.

Is this the so-called "internal force" in martial arts novels?
But at this moment, he is not allowed to think about it, Ma Ru's double fist attack is coming in a blink of an eye, like a storm coming, and there is nowhere to hide.

Xin Ziqiu squinted his eyes, and instead of retreating, he stepped forward, took a step in a diagonal stab, and clasped the five fingers of his right hand into claws, clasping Maru's wrist.

This was beyond Ma Ru's expectation, and he didn't expect that the opponent stopped circling him, and instead attacked him closely.

But relying on his martial arts, he didn't panic, he pushed his knee, met Xin Ziqiu's right hand, and punched him in the face at the same time.

Let's take it one by one and see who suffers.

This style of fighting is not in line with the common sense of martial arts fighting, but Xin Ziqiu still has to follow him. Because his skill is far inferior to Ma Ru, he dare not change hands with him, so he has to take two steps back and give up the offensive , find a way to get closer.

There is no way, his gossip muddy step has been seen through, and it is impossible to go around in circles, so he can only confront Ma Ru head-on.

But this guy is strong enough, and his fists are so airtight that he can't even get close.

The two took a few more moves, Xin Ziqiu managed to avoid a few punches, and finally had no choice but to take another move.

Hearing a muffled groan, his entire right arm was suddenly numb, and he took two steps back, almost falling down again.

Before he could stand still, a strong wind blew in. Ma Ru whipped his leg, the tip of his boot wrapped in the wind, and in a blink of an eye, he was in front of Xin Ziqiu's eyes and pointed at his temple.

This kick condensed Ma Ru's more than 30 years of skill, thunderous, let alone hit it hard, even if he touched it a little, he would either die or be injured.

But he hadn't stabilized his footing yet, lost his center of gravity, and it was too late to retreat and dodge.

At the moment of life and death, Xin Ziqiu raised his left arm without even thinking about it, and blocked the blow.

Since there is nowhere to hide, it is the lesser of two evils.

A cruel and smug sneer appeared on Ma Ru's face.

"Crack!"

The tooth-sickening sound of bones breaking resounded!

Xin Ziqiu's left arm was broken as if struck by lightning, and it was hanging powerlessly by his side.

The sudden severe pain crazily tested his will. Although his face was pale and his consciousness was blurred by the pain, he still gritted his teeth, sealed the door tightly with his right palm, and retreated steadily, even though he was defeated.

He knew that he was seriously injured, and in the face of a strong enemy, if he was sloppy in the slightest, he would inevitably die in this ruined temple tonight.

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Ma Ru has so much experience in fighting, and he is even more merciless when he succeeds with a move. He will never let Xin Ziqiu have any chance to breathe. The powerful moves in the Wuxing Liuhe boxing are as tight as each move. You have to take advantage of the opponent's left arm to be broken. When his strength was greatly reduced, it took his life.

Xin Ziqiu was no match for him in the first place, and now he only has his right palm left to use, and every time he makes a move, every time he exerts force, his left arm is involved, and the wound continuously feels like piercing pain.

He didn't dare to use the mud step at will, he could only rely on his sharp eyesight and quick hands to keep dodging, looking for opportunities to turn defeat into victory.

Ma Ru saw that he was powerless to fight back, and she had the chance to win, so she laughed loudly and said:
"Where did you come from, you brat, I thought you were so capable, but you turned out to be a silver pewter."

Xin Ziqiu kept backing and dodging, his posture was out of order, and he was extremely embarrassed, but he said word by word:

"I will kill you tonight, believe it or not."

There was hostility in Ma Ru's eyes.

"The dead duck has a stubborn mouth and wants to kill me? Even if you have both arms intact, you are no match for me. Now that you have a broken arm, how can you beat me?"

As he said that, he swung his fists and attacked Xin Ziqiu on the head with a blow of "Shuangfeng piercing his ears".

Xin Ziqiu instinctively stepped back, only to find that his back had touched the wall of the ruined temple, and there was no way out.

His heart froze, he took a twirling step to pass Ma Ru's path, and slammed into his arms.

Ma Ru's eyes brightened, and she thought to herself:

Hit me?Exchange palms with me one-on-one?court death!
He didn't mind the half-crippled Xin Ziqiu, "Shuangfeng Piercing Ears" changed to "Splitting Huashan with Strength", and slashed at his shoulder.

Xin Ziqiu didn't even bother with the palm, but slammed into Ma Ru's arms, his right hand firmly pressed down on his ribs, his sleeve fell to the crook of his arm, revealing a black pattern on his right arm, Like the fangs of ferocious beasts.

"Give me death!"

Huge energy exploded in Maru's chest, emitting a dazzling white light, like a bright moon in the sky, briefly illuminating the dim ruined temple.

"Snapped!"

Xin Ziqiu was hit hard on the left shoulder, and the pain pierced his heart. His left arm, which was already broken, was completely useless this time, and he couldn't move half of his body.

"Dengdeng!"

Ma Ru took two steps back, her eyes filled with unbelievable fear.

A blood hole the size of a skull was opened on his body, from the abdominal cavity to the chest, see through from front to back, bloody and bloody, faintly visible clumps of minced meat from broken organs.

The ruptured blood vessel was still constricting and twitching, spraying out a large amount of blood, mixed with minced meat, splashing Xin Ziqiu all over his body and face.

Ma Ru struggled to open his mouth, as if he was about to use his last strength to say something, but a mouthful of blood and lumps of flesh came out of his throat. He knelt limply and fell to the ground, seeing that he was dead.

Xin Ziqiu gritted his teeth, endured the severe pain, his left arm drooped limply by his side.

The night in late autumn was freezing cold, but he was profusely sweating, as if he had just been fished out of the water, drenched all over.

Bean-sized beads of sweat were mixed with blood and meat moss, staining his fair face with blood, making it unbearably marinated.

Only a pair of bright and resolute eyes revealed an indomitable edge.

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