Fu Shifeng

Chapter 109
"Come on! Let me see how capable you are!"

Cheng Sanwu was passionate about fighting, and the Shaoyang internal energy in his body was rushing and flowing, like a surging river, passing through the three yang meridians of the hands and feet, and diffused into the muscles and bones. muscles and bones.

Although Cheng Sanwu hadn't been able to practice aura with Afu recently, after he left Chang'an, he didn't miss his daily internal training.

The progress of "Liuhe Yuanzhang" is slow, which is expected, but the Yanfeng Saber Technique is a faint sign of a breakthrough.

Compared with the complicated and profound "Liuhe Yuanzhang", the Yanfeng Dao Technique itself is very simple. As long as you are willing to work hard, mediocre talents can achieve a little success. The only difficulty lies in how to overcome Yanjin's self-injury.

Afu carefully sorted out the two exercises for Cheng Sanwu, and the final result was to use the three yang zhenqi to temper the muscles and bones, so that a pure yang exercise body that could withstand the fire energy was developed.

However, there is one thing that Afu did not expect, that is, Cheng Sanwu's advancement in Yanfeng Saber Technique is far better than "Liuhe Yuanzhang".The three yang zhenqi was not concentrated enough, and the muscle-changing and marrow-washing failed, but the Yanfeng saber technique went to the realm of "iron smelting".

Yinlong Sigao and Afu both combed through the sword manuals one after another, and they agreed that the essence of the Yanfeng sword technique does not lie in the sword technique, but in the "flame wind".

According to the learning of internal cultivation in Taoism, the center of the five internal organs belongs to the fire image, and the lungs govern breathing, just like blowing wind.The word Yanfeng is also used to describe the use of inner strength in which the heart and breath are interdependent.

However, the breathing and breathing adjustment of Taoist internal cultivation is to pursue a quiet mind, pure energy and no miscellaneous.It's like alchemy in a furnace, which requires pure heat.

The Yanfeng Dao method is completely different. It doesn't talk about being open-minded and quiet at all. Instead, it requires the martial arts practitioners to have the courage to move forward.

It can be said that the "heart method" contained in the original "Yanfeng Daopu" is too rough to be seen.Yinlong Sigao thought that this way of thinking would lead people into madness, which was the cause of Yan Jin's self-inflicted abuse; Afu regarded it as a madman who committed suicide.

Only Cheng Sanwu thinks this is quite reasonable, every time he fights with others, his fighting spirit surges, unknowingly fits this kind of "going forward" state of mind, and he doesn't stick to whether to use a knife or not.

It is precisely because of this that Cheng Sanwu's Yanfeng knife technique has improved extremely fast, even in the battle and killing.

Cheng Sanwu himself noticed something, which is why he insisted on staying behind.He didn't have the slightest fear in his heart, on the contrary, he felt very happy because of the battle.Even the pain of burning his muscles and bones with Yan Feng's kung fu made him even more fanatical.

I saw Cheng Sanwu single-handedly charging forward to meet the fifty elite riders of the Shuofang army, the wind around him was surging, and white steam was coming out, and the big bay red horse was like a piece of red-hot iron along the edge of the road. rolled over.

The Fifty Elite Riders did not collide with him head-on, but separated from the left and right with a shout, like eagles fluttering their wings, which shows that they are well-trained.

"Where are you going?!" Cheng Sanwu raised his voice and shouted, he reined in his horse and turned around, and saw fifty fine cavalry divided into five teams, two of them took out their bows and arrows, and circled around to release arrows.

Cheng Sanwu pulled out the Hundred Refining Sword and used it together for a while, waving a wave of iron wind and heat, pushing aside the incoming arrows, coupled with the swift dodge of the horse, he was unscathed in the face of the cavalry shooter.

As soon as the rain of arrows stopped, the other thirty cavalry, armed with lances, lined up like arrow clusters and sword blades, and moved to the ground.

Facing such a fierce attack, if it were a martial artist, he would either be pierced by a horse and provoked, or trampled into flesh by an iron hoof. Without top-notch lightness kung fu, he would not even be able to escape.

But Cheng Sanwu didn't even think about escaping, he laughed out loud, and drove the horse straight, hitting him head-on on both sides!
Immediately there was a burst of wooden poles breaking and war horses neighing, and a cloud of blood mist and dust burst out from the open field in the south of Lingwu City, mixed with falling off armor pieces, reflecting pale sunlight.

Inspector Wei and others who hurriedly rode horses to watch the battle happened to see this scene, and they were even more horrified.If I face the collision of these two forces, I really don't know what will happen.

Before the smoke cleared, Cheng Sanwu rode his horse out from the other side, and saw that his clothes were torn in many places, his shoulders and arms also had several scars, the horse and horse were bathed in blood, and his spear was broken, but there was no sign of weakness.

And behind Cheng Sanwu, there was a terrifying trail of blood. Thirty Shuofang cavalry's charge attack was smashed away by Cheng Sanwu from the front, and the seven riders and their horses were smashed into pieces.

"How, how is it possible?" Inspector Wei rubbed his eyes to make sure he read correctly.

There are also generals and schools with superb martial arts in the Shuofang army, especially the brave and powerful generals who are good at charging into battle. They lead their own bodyguards and appear on the battlefield at the right time, which can often seal the victory.

It is said that these brave generals pierced through the enemy's formation without leaving any dead bodies. Inspector Wei had never seen it before, but today he saw it with his own eyes.

From Inspector Wei's point of view, including Cheng Sanwu, they are no longer mortals. They must be protected by gods, or some kind of heavenly soldiers and generals descended into the world to support them.

"Jiang Dalang, can this kind of person... be captured alive?" Inspector Wei asked Jiang Fu beside him with a dull expression.

Seeing Cheng Sanwu leaping back again, he picked up a spear and continued to fight with that Shuofang Jingqi. The battle was bloody and bloody, and Jiang Fu couldn't say a word.

Originally, his own defeat at the hands of this person had already made him feel greatly humiliated. The reason why he repeatedly emphasized the capture alive was also to torture this person intentionally.

Who would have expected that Cheng Sanwu's strength was beyond imagination. Looking at the Shuofang Army, he was also a rare master.Based on the strength he displayed at this moment, Jiang Fu was lucky to survive the first encounter in Liu Zhai.

Rather, it's unreasonable for such a master to appear in Liu's house and act like a thief.

……

Mr. Zhaoyang was strolling in the courtyard, and was stopped by a soldier as soon as he climbed the city wall: "Presumptuous! Who told you to come up? Going up the city without permission is regarded as an enemy spy!"

"Ministry of Internal Affairs." Mr. Zhaoyang said lightly, flicking his sleeves casually, the soldier only felt that his sleeves brushed his chest lightly, his whole body flew back involuntarily, hit the wall, and was out of breath for a long time.

Aware of the situation, the captain of the city guard hurried over. Mr. Zhaoyang's subordinates took out the Kanhe Fish Talisman and signaled: "The Ministry of Internal Affairs is doing business, don't make any noise!"

The captain guarding the city was about to reprimand him, but when he heard the words "Nei Shi Sheng", he hastily inspected the fish talisman and did not dare to question it. He crossed his hands and said, "What's the point of being more than an envoy?"

"Don't ask if you shouldn't." The subordinate said coldly.

The captain who defended the city could only sing and leave, and then quietly sent someone to inform Yang Jieshuai.Mr. Zhaoyang knew this well, but he didn't care too much. He just paid attention to Cheng Sanwu's fight from fleeing to turning back.

When he saw Cheng Sanwu smashing through Shuofang Jingqi head-on, he frowned and murmured, "It's not quite right."

"Is there anything wrong?" The subordinate stepped forward and asked.

"Cheng Sanwu has such strength, why didn't he show it earlier?" Mr. Zhaoyang took out a towel and wiped the sweat on his face: "And you see...his horse martial arts are also superb, and the Zhang Liuma is very handy when he swings it. It's definitely not what a martial artist should have."

According to the regulations of Daxia's military equipment, the horse's spear is six feet long, the blade is more than two feet long, and it can be used on both sides.The core of the pole is made of Zhe wood, and the outside is also built up of bamboo, wrapped with hemp, and painted to make it easy to hold and ensure toughness.Even if you don't use the sharp edge of a sword to kill and injure the enemy, in the hands of a strong general with amazing physical strength, holding a horse lance and swiping it horizontally is as powerful as a steel whip and iron mace, enough to smash bones through iron armor.

Different from ordinary spears that pay attention to piercing and stabbing, Ma Chan also incorporates the usage of some sticks and long knives, and has many moves of dialing, chopping, dragging and sweeping.

Mr. Zhaoyang watched Cheng Sanwu walking back and forth between Shuofang Jingqi with a hundred-refined magic sword in one hand and a six-horse horse in the other, swinging his arms and sending out swords and spears, as if a building was built of countless swords, spears and spears. The hills that pass by will be cut, smashed, smashed, and smashed into the sky.Moreover, every blow contained unrivaled tyrannical force, and the blood brought up by the sharp blade left dark red arc tracks in mid-air, and immediately splashed on the ground.

The necks and legs of the horses fed with good food and fodder were broken, and the armored riders who had experienced many battles had their skulls broken and their waists broken. In an instant, the corpses flew around, and the rain fell from the limbs, dyeing the earth scarlet.In the end, only Cheng Sanwu was left riding alone on top of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, and the scorching white mist slowly evaporated around him.

Fifty fine riders were lost in a blink of an eye.Outside Lingwu City, the only thing left is dead silence.

"This is... ten swings and ten absolutes have no future." Zhaoyang Jun was very surprised.

The subordinate at the side was puzzled: "Sounds like a poem?"

"Yes, it is also a martial art on horseback." Lord Zhaoyang said: "In order to defend against the Donghu in the early years, Hebei Bian Town invited famous families in Hebei martial arts to pass it on to the army. Among them, the martial art on horseback is based on this 'ten swings and ten decisive moves' It is the most tyrannical and domineering. I have seen Captain Youyan perform it once, and he also used a horse spear in one hand and a seven-foot long knife in the other hand, killing Donghu soldiers to flee."

The subordinates didn't dare to talk too much. This kind of martial arts on horseback is extraordinary. It's just that he can easily swing a six-foot-long horse. It's because his muscles and bones are far superior to ordinary people.

While Mr. Zhaoyang was thinking about it, he saw Cheng Sanwu throwing the horse out and nailing it straight to the front of the soldiers and horses outside the city.

Inspector Wei and the others were afraid of Cheng Sanwu's horrific force, so no one dared to order the army to march.Seeing that the horse fell in front of the formation, obviously no one was injured, the soldiers still retreated instinctively as if they were avoiding the plague.

Cheng Sanwu shook off the blood on the knife, put it back into the sheath, then turned the horse's head and walked away.

"Send someone to follow in secret, just keep an eye on the footprints, don't get close." Mr. Zhaoyang ordered his subordinates beside him, and then looked at the mess outside the city, showing a satisfied smile: "Cheng Sanwu, Cheng Sanwu, If something like this happens, I want to see what will happen to you!"

……

On a high slope outside Lingwu City, there is a viewing pavilion overlooking the Yellow River. At this moment, there is a man and a woman in the pavilion, watching Cheng Sanwu gallop past, and the strong smell of blood blows into the pavilion. With hatred on her face, the girl raised her hand and pressed the sword.

"The you today are no match for him." The man beside him is tall and tall, with white eyebrows and golden eyes, skin like ice and snow, long silver-white hair hanging loose, and wearing a snow-blue fairy robe with wide sleeves. mortal.

Although the girl was not reconciled, but looking at the corpses all over the field in the south of the city, she could only silently swallow her hatred.

The white-haired man's expression was cold and his tone was detached: "I said before, Cheng Sanwu is not an extraordinary man. The world's martial arts are self-contained. You may not be able to surpass him in your whole life."

"Even so, this disciple must take revenge!" The girl clenched her silver teeth.

"Fool." The white-haired man shook his head lightly: "The entanglement of love and hate in the world is nothing but a burden. If you break through this heavy fate early, you will naturally have a bright future. Cheng Sanwu and his ilk are nothing more than fleeting clouds to you."

The girl raised her head and looked at the white-haired man who was much taller than herself. Although her clear face was not crying, there were always pitiful tears on her face. With a stubborn face, she asked: "Master said so, But why did you take me all the way to follow Cheng Sanwu?"

"Inherited by the predecessors, entrusted by others, I don't want to get involved too deeply." The white-haired man didn't blame the girl for her doubts.

At this time, a wooden kite flew over and landed on the wooden sill of the gazebo, making a voice indistinguishable between male and female: "Wu Jingzi, are you complaining again?"

The white-haired man glanced sideways at Mu Yuan, then looked away, and said calmly: "The calamity of gluttony has lasted for thousands of years, and it is hard to get rid of it for a long time. It can be seen that it is the reason for the ups and downs of this world. Intending to cut off the calamity of gluttony, I'm afraid it's an act of delusion, intending to go against the nature of heaven and earth."

"Don't complain to me if you have any complaints. Back then I was against gluttony." Mu Yuan jumped up and down, attracting the girl's gaze.

"This is the apprentice you took back then?" Mu Yuan tilted her head slightly, her eyes made of danyu looked at the girl with a strange gleam.

"Sun Lingyin, disciple of Penglai, pay my respects to Senior Jiang Yan." The girl bowed her hands.

"Unlucky!" Mu Yuan cursed, "I hate people calling me senior. Senior, senior is the one who died before!"

Sun Lingyin was a little surprised. She had heard from her master that Fu Shifeng was full of seniors with eccentric temperaments. The tone and words are completely like the grass in the rivers and lakes.

"Talk about your cultivation..." Mu Yuan fluttered her wings and flew around the pavilion before landing. Looking at Sun Lingyin, she looked at Sun Lingyin and said, "It feels like an ordinary qigong method? Wu Jingzi, you have a high-level immortal method in Penglai Mountain. There are many, but the disciples of the sect also hide their secrets like this?"

"Lingyinchen's heart is not satisfied, and he is greedy for immortality, which is a disaster rather than a blessing." Wu Jingzi looked at the direction where Cheng Sanwu was going: "When I was monitoring Cheng Sanwu, he committed massacres, and I rescued Ling from the sea of ​​blood. Yin. Now it's my turn to watch again, he is still so violent, is this what Master Wen called change?"

"If you say there is no change at all, that's a lie." Mu Yuan said, "If it were Taotie, it wouldn't be just dozens of cavalry killed in battle, maybe the entire Lingwu City... No, the entire Shuofang To be turned into a dead place.

"And according to Master Wen's sour words, Cheng Sanwu's words and deeds today are nothing more than ordinary mortals. Since mortals fight and fight endlessly, there is no reason why Cheng Sanwu can be detached. He The more human-like it is, the more successful the original approach was.”

(End of this chapter)