Infinite Brilliant Scroll

Chapter 20 The Strong and the Strong

The coach's injury was weird.

When Guan Luoyang just caught him, he felt a layer of coldness between his chest and abdomen, and there was frost on his hands.

Although it is the end of September in Guangzhou, the climate is still similar to the summer in some places. You can see frost under the sun, and it is still frozen directly on the living people. It is a hell.

'Spell?Or a special function?Is there such a thing in this world? '

Guan Luoyang has only been here for six years. Apart from practicing martial arts and killing people, he may not know much about this world.

But Lei Gong's experience is so rich. He traveled all over the world, fought high-ranking officials, and resisted foreigners. He also held a high position in the Boxer Regiment that was talked about by gods and gods. He once asked him in Guan Luoyang. The other methods are all tricks that rely on props to deceive people.

At the same time as his mind was spinning, Guan Luoyang pumped his palms, and pressed a circle from the instructor's chest, activating his muscles and blood, and dispersing the thin frost.

The instructor's nose and mouth were filled with blood, and he opened his eyes to look at Guan Luoyang.

Before the two of them had time to talk, Guan Luoyang's body flickered again, his calf hit the base of the outer wall hard, and through the broken wall, he punched hard.

Swung away Seymour's hand that was thrown at Ma Zhixing.

Guan Luoyang's other hand quickly grabbed Ma Zhixing's shoulder, and he was pulled out and landed next to the instructor.

They hit one after another, obviously after thousands of days and nights of searching for the treasure, it was already close in front of them, but they couldn't get it.

Dimon Seymour didn't appear to be agitated and angry because of this, but he developed a stronger bloodthirsty desire. He stepped on the broken wall and rushed forward when the opponent retreated.

He still used the footwork and body position in boxing, but when he crossed the broken wall, that figure, for no reason, brought out a posture that looked like a giant python and crocodile swimming in the air.

It's like treating the air as a swamp on the surface of water, under this pounce, both agility and ferocity, the fists drawn by swinging arms are extremely tricky.

Guan Luoyang punched his wrist with a slanted arm, parrying his punch, his forearm was suddenly cold, the hairs from his elbow to the back of his hand stood up, he stepped back under his feet, dodged the stabbed face and stabbed his chest in pursuit A few fist shadows.

"drink!"

The foreigner on the opposite side was chasing too hard, and if he retreated for a long time, he would lose. Guan Luoyang only took three or four steps back, exhaled and opened his voice, with his chest in his chest and his back pulled out, using the crane fist to grab the center line.

In the blink of an eye, the two moved their feet slightly, rushed to attack with their hands, and punched each other more than thirty times.

The four arms collided endlessly, the four sleeves of the tuxedo and the blue coarse cloth shattered, and the rags flew like butterflies. The continuous and surging reaction force slightly opened the distance between each other. Hit the right hand.

Guan Luoyang fought for the first line, and stretched his arm with his back fist, the arm was longer than the opponent, one step ahead of Seymour, and hit him in the chest.

With a bang, it was like a newly-made big drum taut with iron and wood! !

Seymour arched his body, and there was a violent friction under his feet, and he was beaten and slipped out.

But Guan Luoyang's arms exposed to the air, after the dozens of continuous collisions just now, are covered with patches of condensed frost. A dozen harsh white spots are unevenly distributed, spreading rapidly and connecting with each other. It seemed that both of his hands were about to be frozen.

The tingling feeling drilled in from every pore, and the skin that had already been trained to withstand the cold and heat had already achieved great success, but it couldn't bear it. There was a feeling that the subcutaneous muscles were warming and numb, and the joints were stiff.

This is a sign that severe frostbite necrosis is about to develop.

Guan Luoyang hissed, dropped his right arm to his elbow and pressed his wrist, touched his left arm forward, closed his lips and raised his tongue to his palate, took a long breath and took a deep breath, practicing Qi and skin, and shaking vigorously.

With this touch and shake, every muscle in his arms from the shoulders to the tips of the ten fingers was mobilized, the blood flow accelerated, the palms were congested and red, the pulps of the ten fingers were bright, and the ice that was almost frozen into a shell was shaken to pieces, ejected to the periphery.

Guan Luoyang didn't dare to slack off, he strode very fast with his feet, twisted his waist and swayed his arms, as if he was galloping a horse, riding a sweaty BMW that was running wildly, his hands were held empty, and he swung two sledgehammers and smashed it. go out.

The three emperors are chained together, and the Arhat turns the hammer.

It was Dai Haichen, the three emperors in the north who beat the door, and the [-]-hand descendant of Luohan boxing in the south, and they jointly made a series of fist moves.

Luohan boxing, although people who have listened to storytelling a lot, seem to think that this is just a set of basic boxing techniques of Shaolin, and it is only practiced by unknown little novice monks.

But in fact, Luohan boxing is quite important in southern boxing.

Since it spread in Fujian in the early Qing Dynasty, it has evolved into "Eighteen Arhats Kungfu", "Validate Palm", "Acupoints", "Buddhist Hammer with Big Frame and Small Frame", and "Eighteen Bronze Man Hammers". ", "King Kong Six-way Short Strike" and "Hongquan Bergamot", etc., counting the past dynasties, it can be said that there are tens of thousands of disciples.

The wider the spread of boxing, the more people practice it, and it will naturally be more fully developed.

Both sides are famous masters who practice rigid fist and hammer strength, and their knowledge is extensive and profound, but the northern fist for Qi training and the southern fist for skin training must be combined to make this series of punches and hammers.

The strength of this boxing technique is like a copper and iron body filled with violently reverberating mercury.

With every move, Mercury rushed violently, and the center of gravity turned sharply. Only a strong enough outer skin can bear the power of this movement, so that when it punches outwards, it can hit such a burst of strength.

Even if a solid wooden statue of seven or eight hundred kilograms is placed in front of it, as long as it is hit by such a hammer, it will be torn to pieces on the spot.

Seymour waved his hand to block the punch, and a slight bloodstain exploded on his arm, but as the scales flashed, he didn't break the skin directly, but his arm was finally shaken by the force of the punch, and the empty hole on his chest was exposed , What ushered in was a continuous attack like a siege hammer.

Guan Luoyang galloped eight steps in a row, each step was punched, and his speed of pursuit was faster than Seymour's speed of being beaten, so every punch was solid.

Seymour's feet were already off the ground, and he was completely hit by the punch. When he retreated in mid-air, when he was punched in the chest, he was almost hit by air waves visible to the naked eye. After the clothes exploded, the scales on the chest were so deep and conspicuous as to There is really such a thick and mysterious scale armor.

The light of the scale armor was already very unstable under the continuous punching, and the cold air seemed to burst out from under the gap and from the flesh.

Mai Boer, who was sitting palely on the ground while pressing the wound, saw two shadows flash past in front of him, roared loudly, ignoring the rupture of the wound, bowed his back and dived, protecting his head with one hand, and slammed into him.

Guan Luoyang felt the evil wind coming from his waist, and with a sway of his hand, the chain hammer changed direction. His left fist hit Mai Boer's hand protecting the back of his head, and his right fist hit the center of his back. Be a little harder and hit the nail on the head.

One punch only made his head dizzy, but the second punch broke his spine.

Mai Boer was hammered to the ground on the spot, face down, and the whole person fell on the ground in the courtyard, sinking slightly.

But because of this delay, Seymour had already flown a long way and smashed down another wall.

Guan Luoyang continued to inhale continuously, and the airflow between his mouth and nose became more intense. He kept the air of the three emperors' serial vigor, and chased after him.

Before he could clearly see the figure between the collapsed walls, he saw the figure on the ground sweeping away.

Dozens of broken bricks were swept into the air with a whining sound, and they shot towards Guan Luoyang.

Guan Luoyang split his palms vertically, with all ten fingers spread out, and with one slap, all the broken stones that hit him were scattered on the ground.

But a curly hair flickered at the lower edge of his field of vision.

Dimon Seymour had already dived beside him, bent his waist and stretched his arms, his hands were like a crocodile opening its mouth, and hugged Guan Luoyang's waist.

Judging by his dynamic posture, the follow-up of this move is obviously like a crocodile biting its prey, twisting wildly, which is no longer a punching technique in boxing.

Under repeated blows, this Seymour seemed to be stimulated into some kind of instinctive strangling movements. There were still many flaws in the movements that could only be regarded as second-rate fighters, but when combined with this strangulation, the flaws were revealed. Swept away, nothing left.

Guan Luoyang couldn't directly defeat Seymour's move, but he used the trick of attacking against attack, using the knack of using the buttocks in the Arhat seat in Arhat boxing. His waist and hips slammed back suddenly, and his entire lower body moved quickly with it. , the upper body naturally slashed down, and squatted down to receive a move from the old ape to split the water.

Human beings are limited by their natural physical conditions, and it is difficult to exert strength when sitting or squatting, but the strength of the upper limbs of the apes is more rapid when they are in the squatting position.

Guan Luoyang squatted and chopped, and before Seymour's arms were twisted, his fists hit Seymour's shoulder blades on both sides.

Seymour fell head-on to the ground, Guan Luoyang leaped forward, knelt on his back and leaned on his waist to exert force, with his knees as the center, turned half of his body, like a Wu Song pressing a tiger, and turned back to hit him on the back of the head and neck.

This foreigner's shallow fighting experience and crude moves, he didn't pay attention at all.

But the strength of the cold air in this person's body to defend against the shock is a bit too outrageous.

The back of the neck and the back of the head were so vital that Guan Luoyang's several thousand kilograms of fists hit him, but he never felt the phenomenon of the bones being broken.

Some of the force on the fist was released, and some of the force was shaken back, which even made his phalanges ache.

Guan Luoyang's knee pressed against his lumbar spine, and was about to gather the Three Emperors Chain Ring Strength again, when suddenly his heart twitched, and he moved sideways sharply without even thinking about it.

boom! ! ! ! !
This gunshot sounded a little too long, and one could only find out after listening carefully that it was several sounds connected together.

Before hearing the gunshot, Guan Luoyang had already been shot in his collarbone and right rib, and there was a bloodstain on his neck.

On the broken wall behind, there were two more bomb craters, and a bullet flew through the gap and hit the wall of the house next door to the ancestral hall.

After being shot, Guan Luoyang didn't hold his breath, and coughed heavily, coughing up blood and trembling.

Ever since the mastery of skin training, Jinfeng had the foresight before he moved, coupled with his agility and physical ability to dodge ten steps away, Guan Luoyang relied on this premonition of crisis to avoid a gun, and he had never been hit before.

But this gunman was so fast that he was shocked. As soon as the sense of crisis was born in his nerves, the gun had already hit him.

If Zhu Changshou was an ordinary person like Zhu Changshou, if he was shot coldly by such a gunman, he would probably be killed directly.

Seymour, who was lying on the ground, kicked Zhongguan Luoyang's waist with a side kick.

There are powerful enemies that cannot be killed nearby, and killer gunmen have rushed to the farther place, and the crisis is imminent.

Guan Luoyang grabbed his ankle with his backhand, raised his long body, his joints shook violently, he shook his feet, his waist, his arms and arms, and roared angrily, like a living dragon throwing arrows, throwing the foreigner out of his hand.

The Eight Banners of the Manchu and Qing Dynasties advocated wrestling and martial arts. At that time, there were many kinds of wrestling methods in the capital. Baguazhang established a school in the capital. It used to combine wrestling and roughly divided the wrestling techniques in martial arts into 32 types. Eight falls, eight changes in form.

The five-part capture of the silk-wrapping part in the hand mainly absorbs some characteristics of the northern boxing, such as breaking piles, hitting the center of gravity, and throwing and binding methods.

The word "winding silk" sounds gentle, but in fact, in the northern boxing system, especially in Taiji and Bagua, the real style of "winding silk" is said to be able to make people feel involuntary in just one hand, like a meteor hammer The same was thrown out.

Although Guan Luoyang was not yet able to make people fly as soon as he joined hands, he used all his strength to catch and throw, which was the most vigorous of the 32 throws.

With his throw, Seymour directly drew a high and far arc in mid-air, and projected it towards the group of people rushing over from the end of the street.

There were killers and Qing soldiers in that group, and those in the front row who had guns in their hands were also ready to raise their guns. Seeing a big living person smashing towards them in the air, they were frightened and dodged to both sides.

Even the leading monk, and the woman in the green cloth gown with the golden hairpin, seeing such momentum, couldn't help stepping aside.

After Seymour fell to the ground, he slid forward for a certain distance and knocked down four or five Qing soldiers.

When Arhat, Mother of Lightning, and Xiao Yang with the spear arrived at the ancestral hall, there was no one there.

Dianmu saw abnormal water waves in the nearby river, with a sword in hand, she plunged into the water like a spirit snake, and plunged into the river water.

But when she looked in the river, the silt and sewage were rolling, and she couldn't see where the enemy had gone.

After a while, the mother of lightning came out of the water and came ashore, spitting out a mouthful of spittle that smelled of water.

"If you can walk through the water with two people, I'm afraid that this person will run directly on the river bottom mud as a road."

Xiao Yang had already changed the ammunition, tightened the handle of the revolver in his hand, and said: "I fired five shots in a row, and he can still do such a thing, he must have mastered the second practice. Taking people running underwater should be Practicing qi, the spear that hit me did not directly lose blood and strength, it should be practicing skin."

Hearing what the two of them said, Luo Han ordered everyone to search along the coast, then frowned, and glanced at the ancestral hall: "If you are right, the instructor plus a second-level master, and beat two foreigners, it would take such a big commotion ?”

When they looked back, they were surprised to find that the foreigner who had been thrown so far and hit the ground had already staggered up.

Seymour covered half of his face, a large pool of blood flowed from between his fingers, his face was directly on the ground, and now it hurts like he can't feel the existence of his nose, but the deepest emotion in his eyes is blank.

"I...my face...you obviously don't understand this kind of power at all, how could...I was chosen by God...My..."

Painful stimuli and failures that shouldn't have appeared in one's life long ago impacted the calmness brought by the cold in turn.

Confusion and humiliation alternated in the eyes, panic replaced confidence.

After a long time, he could no longer suppress the heat in his eyes, and gradually knelt down, touching his head to the ground, his shoulders twitching.

After Luo Han and the others approached, they looked at each other in astonishment.

This foreigner who shocked them just now and made them feel unfathomable does not show any trace of serious injury at all, why...

Cried? !
(End of this chapter)