The myth of martial arts begins with the young master of the Demon Sect

Chapter 32 Borrowing the first use

The two were fighting fiercely.

Lian Chengyu spoke suddenly.

"What a mighty internal force, what a ferocious punch! As expected of a person who has practiced boy kungfu for 40 to [-] years, it is really powerful."

He was not mocking.

Instead, he praised his opponent.

Lian Chengyu asked again: "Situ Bukong, do you know how long I have been practicing?"

"Hmph, you've practiced..."

Situ Bukong only said five words, and his face turned blue.

Not only is it easy to get distracted by talking, but now that he is running the boy's kung fu with all his strength, once he speaks, his true energy will inevitably leak out.

"I have practiced for 48 days, 48 ​​days." Lian Chengyu's voice became solemn, and she said loudly: "You have been able to fight me back and forth for 40 or [-] days in a mere [-] or [-] days, which is enough to be proud of. "

"you……"

Situ Bukong gritted his teeth, this guy really had bad intentions, and wanted to use this to shake his mind and fighting spirit.

It's just that when he spit out this breath, his fists relaxed slightly, and he shut up quickly.

As for Lian Chengyu, he alternated between horizontal kung fu and internal kung fu, so it didn't hurt to speak.

"However, you are still not my opponent after all."

When Lian Chengyu punched out, he was so anxious that the wind of the fist was shaking, and it seemed that there was an earth-shattering power in the fist.

If it is only from the appearance, no one would believe that this gentle middle-aged man in green shirt and a weak scholar in front of him could throw such a fierce and explosive punch.

Situ Bukong's face turned serious, he used his true energy with all his strength, bulged his clothes up, and then punched him with a shocking force.

boom!There was a muffled bang, and the fists of the two clashed together, their violent energy rolled around like a hurricane, flying sand and rolling stones.

Situ Bukong trembled, and the bluestone slab under his feet cracked and shattered.

After being caught off guard by Lian Chengyu Shang, he staggered back again.

A look of shock flashed across Situ Bukong's face, it was hard to believe that the opponent had improved so fast, with such terrifying fist strength, that he was able to force himself back in the front.

boom!
Lian Chengyu moved, approached Situ Bukong, and punched out another round.

Situ Bukong snorted coldly, moved his body, his fist melted, his five fingers turned into claws, and the gap between his five fingers broke the air, grabbing the sky.Every finger swallowed a sharp aura, like a sharp sword, capable of tearing apart the sky.

Lian Chengyu's expression moved, his fist turned into a finger, but a touch of crimson appeared on the belly of his finger, and the air heated up rapidly.

In an instant, the two attacks staggered, exchanging several blows in the air in an extremely strange way, using their fingers to catch each other.

Situ Bukong's palm was withdrawn suddenly, and his whole body retreated rapidly, his eyes lowered, and there were scorched black finger marks on his knuckles and palm.

Chiyang hand! !

"You are not my opponent." Lian Chengyu's lips twitched: "Besides, you seem to look down on your master and younger brother. But I can tell you that under the urging of your master, your kung fu may be weaker than me. But it's also limited in its weakness, at least it won't lose to you. Coupled with his own understanding of your martial arts, it's not difficult to beat your apprentice."

"As for your junior brother Yang Songyun, hey, his martial arts is indeed no match for you. But if he wants to kill you, he will have no more than twenty moves at most."

"Do you think I'm an idiot?"

Situ Bukong sneered, put his slightly trembling hands behind his back, and then gathered his true energy to dissolve the scorching fire poison.

As for Lian Chengyu's words, his master Shi Tianying is known as the "Unrivaled God". He is old and strong, and he seldom really shows his strength in front of his disciples. If he really has this skill, it is not impossible.

As for his junior brother Yang Songyun, hehe, he and his junior brother have known each other for decades, although his talent in martial arts is extraordinary, but his career is ups and downs, he doesn't want to make progress, he is very sure to defeat Yang Songyun within twenty moves.

"Don't you believe it?"

With a move on Lian Chengyu's sleeve, a wooden stick flew into his palm, and said with a slight smile, "I will use your younger brother's move to send you to reunite with your master and younger brother."

The next moment, with a flick of his wrist, he used a stick as a sword, and the stick in his palm turned into countless afterimages and flew out.

Although Lian Chengyu has never really learned swordsmanship, swords and swords are quite interlinked. He has read several sword manuals. With his understanding, the swordsmanship he used this time is not bad. The "Sword Net" enveloped Situ Bukong.

Situ Bukong looked cold, he could recognize that this was indeed the sword technique of his junior brother Yang Songyun.

He had fought against Yang Songyun many times in the past, so he naturally knew how to decipher this sword technique.The pair of fists opened and closed, and they went on a rampage, directly smashing the shadows of sticks all over the sky.

The two sides fought and left, Lian Chengyu's wooden stick was obviously not able to withstand Situ Bukong's violent punching force, and they often retreated after touching it.

The two of them moved very quickly, and they had passed ten or so moves in an instant.

Situ Bukong sneered.

If you want to defeat him within twenty moves, unless you are a top expert at the level of Sticky Rod Leader, Dry Stone Master, Huoyun Patriarch.

Suddenly, Lian Chengyu pointed out again with a bamboo pole, which happened to hit a certain acupuncture point on the back of Situ Bukong's hand. For some reason, his masculinity stagnated.

It was at this stagnation that Situ Bukong's eyes blurred, and Lian Chengyu had passed behind him at some point, and then the wooden stick was pointed out again, hitting a certain joint on the back.

That's the point, Situ Bukong suddenly let out a scream, and the true energy in his body rushed left and right as if uncontrollable, uncontrollable, as if about to rush out of the meridians, completely uncontrollable.

Lian Chengyu appeared in front of him again and stabbed out with a stick.

One stick pierced Situ Bukong's throat.

When the stick was pulled out, there was still blood on the stick.

Situ Bukong covered his throat, staring at Lian Chengyu, as if his eyeballs were about to spit out.

"Eighteen tricks!"

Lian Chengyu's voice was flat.

Eighteen strokes have ended the battle.

Blood flowed out from Situ Bukong's fingers, his throat was gurgling, and his face was deformed with pain: "Why, why?"

Lian Chengyu said lightly: "You are familiar with your junior brother, and your junior brother is also familiar with you. He has long secretly developed a set of swordsmanship that can restrain your boy kung fu. Breathe, but enough."

Situ Bukong's boy kung fu is too majestic and domineering, while Yang Songyun's swordsmanship uses sword energy to continuously stimulate the acupoints and guide them, and then let the true energy burst out in an instant and collide in the meridians, causing Situ Bukong to lose control of his body. , Infuriating control.Although this only affects two or three breaths at most, for a master, two or three breaths are enough to be fatal.

And this swordsmanship was exactly what Lian Chengyu found out from Yang Songyun's swordsmanship secret book.

Of course, if Yang Songyun and Situ Bukong were to face each other, Yang Songyun would be more familiar with this set of sword techniques, and he used a commonly used sword, which might be easier than Lianchengyu.

Unfortunately, Situ Bukong didn't hear Lian Chengyu's explanation.

Never heard of it either.

Lian Chengyu took a step forward and grabbed Situ Bukong's head.

"By the way, I think you won't mind if I borrow your head."

(End of this chapter)