Fu Shifeng

Chapter 122
The knife that was caught off guard made Pang Yanjin's hair stand on end standing a few feet away, and the light of the knife in his eyes was like a stream of flames bursting out of the ground, instantly slashing at the fist of General Liujia Weidao.
The punch, which was slightly larger than a human head, bore the brunt and was directly split open by Yan Liu.The sword light kept going, counterattacked all the way up the arm, and cut out from the shoulder of General Liujia Weidao.

Witnessing this sudden change, Pang Yanjin's face was full of astonishment at first, and then his left arm involuntarily flung outwards, then fell down weakly, blood poured down, gurgling down, and in a blink of an eye it formed a small puddle of blood, which was as huge as a severed limb and wrist.

"Hand, my hand... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

Huge pain suddenly hit his mind, and Pang Yanjin had no time to deal with it. He screamed instinctively, leaned back, staggered, accidentally slipped and fell, and rolled all the way along the slope, leaving bloodstains on the ground, bright and dazzling.

One can imagine the pain when he touched the injured arm when he rolled over. Fortunately, Pang Yanjin still had a sliver of clarity. He gritted his teeth and recalled General Liujia Weidao.

"It seems that this guardian god is connected with you."

While speaking, Cheng Sanwu raised his arms and shook his shoulders, broke free from the hole in the wall, threw off a cloud of dust, raised his hand to pinch the bridge of his crooked nose, and straightened it up with the pain, then wiped away the thick blood between his mouth and nose, and walked towards the center of the cave step by step.

Pang Yanjin supported his injured left arm. The piercing pain made him pale, and his clothes were soaked in cold sweat.He has practiced Taoism for many years, even if he can't talk about being pampered, he is rarely injured, let alone such a serious injury that almost breaks his arm.With the protection of General Liujia Weidao, it is enough to keep all enemies away from three feet away.

What outsiders don't know is that it is precisely because Pang Yanjin, the general of Liujia Weidao, conjured up the energy of heaven and earth with his own soul and mana, and the two energy channels are connected, almost as one. If it is injured by external forces, it will also react on Pang Yanjin.

It's just that General Liujia Weidao is not a body of flesh and blood, but is similar to a ghost, which cannot be seen with the naked eye, and cannot be touched by ordinary fists, feet and weapons.But General Liujia Weidao can attack others as usual without reason, so Pang Yanjin has an absolute advantage when facing ordinary warriors.

If you want to deal with General Liujia Weidao, you must either suppress Pang Yanjin with a strong bow and crossbow at a distance of three feet, so as not to allow this Dharma protector to be useful;

It can be said that this Liujia Weidao General is Pang Yanjin's confidence, how could he expect to be hit hard by a mere brash warrior?
"I want to thank you too." Cheng Sanwu walked slowly, shaking his shoulders, turning his head and twisting his neck along the way, the muscles and bones broken by General Liujia Weidao quickly healed, and even the fallen teeth grew back.

"This guy's fist is really heavy enough to break my breath away. But he hit me by mistake and helped me pierce the window paper." Cheng Sanwu said with a smile.

The battle with Pang Yanjin forced Cheng Sanwu to push the Yanfeng Saber Technique to the critical point of breaking through. With the frenetic battle, the rising Yanfeng Kung Fu has already broken through the limits of meridians and acupoints.

According to Afu's teachings, this level should be completed by the "Liuhe Yuanzhang". The internal energy of Shaoyang has been continuously accumulated, tempered, and gradually sublimated to the true energy of the three yangs, so that the body is completed.

Even if Cheng Sanwu has two veins and extraordinary talent, this process cannot be ignored.When the internal strength is cultivated to this level, the qi, blood and essence in the body will go through a process of removing the chaff and saving the essence. Most warriors will not frequently use martial arts during this process, but will cultivate in meditation.

But Cheng Sanwu was different. Rather than sitting cross-legged to adjust his breath and standing on a pedestal to guide him like swallowing water, he preferred the Yanfeng Saber Technique, which became stronger when he was strong.

And in the end, it was precisely because he had directly endured repeated heavy blows from General Liujia Weidao, forcibly disrupting Cheng Sanwu's internal energy that was trying to maintain due to his self-preservation instinct, so that his whole body was completely integrated into the frenzy, turning into a pot of boiling molten iron.

The third level of Yanfeng Saber Technique is called "Iron Smelting". Whether it is Yinlong Sigao or Afu, they all think that the predecessors who created the sword technique are poor in culture and education, and can't think of subtle words to explain it.

In addition, most of the people who practiced Yanfeng Dao in the past suffered self-injury due to their strength, and it was rare for them to improve, so they lacked personal experience in the realm of "iron smelting".

As clever as Afu, she only intends to use "Liuhe Yuanzhang" to help Cheng Sanwu overcome Yan Jin's self-harm.Such intentions are good and hard, but a sage is sure to miss something. I didn't expect that the Yanfeng Saber Technique is as written on the surface. It is necessary to gather all the viscera, tendons, qi and blood skills into one furnace to forge iron into steel!

The difficulty and danger of this process cannot be overcome by perseverance alone, because to forge this furnace of "hot metal" into a unparalleled sharp edge, one can only forge it in the fierce battle of life and death.

When the kung fu body is forged, it will be like a treasured sword coming out of the furnace, the internal strength will be as one, and if it has the power to send out the qi, it will be regarded as officially entering the ranks of martial arts masters.

"Gang Qi?!"

Pang Yanjin quickly sealed the meridians and blocked the veins to stop the bleeding from the wound.He also realized at this time that only the stellar energy emitted by the warrior can touch General Liujia Weidao.And Cheng Sanwu broke through just now, reversed the situation in one fell swoop, and successfully injured General Liujia Weidao and himself.

Moreover, when the internal strength is cultivated to a certain level, one will also have a certain kind of extraordinary keen perception, which is not limited to the original five sense organs, but close to the spiritual perception of yin and yang.

Although the spiritual sense of a warrior may not be as mysterious as that of a cultivator, at least within the range of eyes and ears, he can sense the changes in Qi caused by spells, even ghosts and ghosts.This is the reason why Cheng Sanwu was able to discover General Liujia Weidao and use his strength to make him visible.

Pang Yanjin had never fought such masters head-on before, even if he guessed that Gang Qi might restrain his Dharma protector, he still felt that there was another way to deal with it, and he never wanted to suffer today.

"Looking at you like this, you are really too comfortable."

Cheng Sanwu stretched his arms slightly, and said with a smile: "People like you who practice Taoism always feel that you can deal with all enemies with only a few skills of your own. Don't you think highly of yourself? If you want to make waves, your ability is not enough!"

Compared with Angutti, Pang Yanjin's spells are nothing to mention.You must know that the stellar qi emitted by Cheng Sanwu just now is obtained from his own cultivation, not the gluttonous evil power hidden in this body.

If it is really necessary to distinguish between high and low, strong and weak, then Cheng Sanwu's brand-new body forged with profound veins is actually still far inferior to the gluttonous evil power.If he used the strength he had in the Tianchi battle, no matter how many ghosts and generals Pang Yanjin summoned, they would not be able to stop Cheng Sanwu's one-shot power.

But if Cheng Sanwu uses the evil power of Taotie and urges the qi, it will be impossible to talk about the state of mind that goes forward, let alone forge the body of profound veins.

Cheng Sanwu's situation is like being in a treasure mountain. If you allow yourself to use the property in it, it will be difficult to bring up your mind to work hard.If this road continues, what Cheng Sanwu will become, he can't even imagine.

Facing Cheng Sanwu's ridicule, Pang Yanjin was extremely angry and hated. The darkness in his eyes continued to spread and completely filled his eye sockets.The facial features are becoming more and more distorted and ferocious, and the bones under the skin are probably also changing.

"Why don't you take a piss and look at your inhuman appearance?" Cheng Sanwu raised his eyes to look at the huge black rock, and said with a sneer, "Are you really treating this thing as a treasure?"

"Shut up!" Pang Yanjin yelled, no matter how hard he could bear it, he made a tactic with one hand, pointed at the center of his brows, and showed great glory.

Seeing that Pang Yanjin's figure swelled, showing a figure of six feet, the smile on Cheng Sanwu's face changed from ridicule to fanaticism, he stepped forward and pressed the knife, angrily urged his strength, the whole body was full of flames, and the knife was full of fire!
Pang Yanjin yelled loudly, raised one foot high, and then stomped heavily, with mana sweeping out like a raging wave.Cheng Sanwu slashed with his saber, and the flames of the saber were as condensed as red swords, splitting the raging waves in two with the momentum of chopping waves.

However, half of Pang Yanjin's mana penetrated into the ground, and he dived to Cheng Sanwu's feet, and exploded!
But Cheng Sanwu was far more sensitive to the external energy at this moment than before. The moment the ground exploded, the stellar air flowed to protect his body, and at the same time took advantage of the momentum to fly into the air, sweeping out a blazing wind with his knife.

Seeing Yan Liudou under the hood, but he couldn't tell how much of the saber light was in it, even though Pang Yanjin turned into the appearance of Zhang Liu, he didn't dare to attack recklessly, he withdrew and flew back, his movement was dexterous and light, like a bird in the forest.

"Where are you going?!"

Cheng Sanwu rushed out from a cloud of flames, opened his mouth and shouted loudly, his voice was like thunder, resounding through the cave, and all the sheep's hooves fell down one after another.

Pang Yanjin was not timid, he flew back, the ground where he stepped on was flickering, and chains flew out from the inside, entangled Cheng Sanwu from all directions.

"It's this trick again!" Before Cheng Sanwu landed, he was able to spin around in mid-air with great force, the stream of flames rolled backwards, and the sword light burst out one after another, cutting the chains one after another.

But this was still Pang Yanjin's delaying strategy. He lured Cheng Sanwu away, made a circle by himself, and stood still on the top of the black-clouded rock again.

This process was extremely difficult, and Pang Yanjin felt like an ant trying to move a mountain.

However, the vitality in the black cloudy rock is the accumulation of long years, even if the income is only a penny, it will be of great benefit to Pang Yanjin.

Seeing that the almost dead rock reacted, the impalpable blackness gradually climbed up Pang Yanjin's legs, covering him completely in a blink of an eye.

At this time, Cheng Sanwu fell to the ground, and the Yanliu Daoman cut the chains that were shot one after another. When he looked up, he saw Pang Yanjin was covered in blackness, and smiled angrily: "Idiot! Are you so eager to find death?!"

The black shadow receded, and Pang Yanjin completely changed his face. He was covered in black and long hair, with horns coiled on his head, his torso was extremely plump and majestic, his lower body was thick and powerful like sheep's feet, and his arms were as sharp as claws cutting iron like mud.

"I want...to eat you!" Pang Yanjin only had that face left at this moment, retaining some traces of his past.

Cheng Sanwu shook his head slightly: "You are completely hopeless."

As soon as the words fell, Pang Yanjin, who had turned into a gluttonous beast, rushed towards him with a speed faster than an arrow from the string. As far as the naked eye could see, he was approaching in a flash.

But Cheng Sanwu responded faster, the flame knife slashed furiously, the Taoist beast's face was wounded, blood was splashed, and turned into a steaming blood mist in midair.

The attack of Cheng Sanwu's sword light is not only hot and sharp, but also powerful. The Zhang Liu gluttonous beast was swept back by a sword as if it was swept by a huge beam.

The Tao Beast was terrified and furious, opened its mouth and roared, completely ignoring the injury, swung its arms wildly, left afterimages of sharp claws, and counterattacked chaotically.

Cheng Sanwu laughed loudly, and also slashed wildly with his saber, all he could see was the seething stream of saber light and flames.

The two figures, one black and one red, collided head-on, and the two fought desperately, letting their movements and footsteps clash left and right in the cave.

But at this time, there are still thousands of sheep's hooves in the underground cave, and they have already squeezed almost seamlessly in order to save the battlefield.At this moment, Cheng Sanwu wrestled to the death with the gluttonous beast, causing the air to shoot out and the flames to roar. The sheep's hooves who were a little closer had nowhere to hide, and were directly crushed to pieces, and their flesh was scorched.

How can the two of them care about such trivial matters?You tear off the silver silk armor with one claw, and I cut off half of my shoulder with one knife; you grab my thigh and smash it to the ground, and I will use my divine power to smash your jaw...

The gluttonous beast has already lost its mind, and Cheng Sanwu is also close to a wild beast. The two fight to the death based on instinct.

Not only has it been a long time since the fierce battle, the walls and ground in the underground cave are covered with impact pits and slash marks. All the surviving members of the sheep's hooves have fled, leaving only a black shadowy rock, as if they are an impartial arbitrator, watching the deadly battle between the two beasts coldly.

The light of the saber zigzags and cuts off the coiled horns. The Zhang Liutao beast staggers, intending to snap off its claws. Cheng Sanwu seizes the opportunity to wrap the knife around the head and cut off the opponent's arm.

The Zhangliu gluttonous beast roared in pain, it was already bruised and bruised, and it was difficult to fight back, while Cheng Sanwu, whose clothes were also torn and scarred everywhere, did not leave any room for it, the sword light was wide open, and the flames flowed like a red dragon spewing flames, illuminating all directions.

It was too late for the Zhang Liu gluttonous beast to block it with a knife. The light of the knife directly split it into left and right halves from the head to the hips. The blood heated instantly by the flame flow caused the two halves of the body to explode uncontrollably, turning into countless flying flesh and blood, eliminating any possibility of recovery and self-healing.

In the cave, the roar of the Zhangliu gluttonous beast before it died still echoed, and it seemed that Pang Yanjin's unwillingness to scold was mixed in it.But as the scorching wind subsided, everything returned to calm.

(End of this chapter)