Infinite, starting from Jinmen, the martial arts

Chapter 1: Two Suns Above the Head (Newbie, new book, please support me!)

In Jiangcheng, the Yangtze River flows endlessly, and from time to time a gust of wind blows, turning up the roaring waves.

Although it is not as loud as the roaring sound of the waves hitting the rocks in the sea, it still has the reverberating and exciting music unique to these two shores.

On the riverside, in a wooden house facing the water, a few coughs could be heard from time to time, and one could hear the dullness in the heart and the sound of depression in the chest.

"Cough cough..."

Inside the room, a young man was lying on the couch. He had short hair, strong features, and ordinary facial features. He was a being who was difficult to identify even in a crowd of people.

Long sleeves and trousers, the figure looks thin, but it is full of powerful beauty. The most obvious thing is that the hands are always shrunk in the sleeves, making it difficult to see clearly.

His face was pale and bloodless, and the afterglow of the setting sun fell on his face, reflecting a pale yellow light like white paper.

"Cough cough..."

The sound of dull and rapid coughing kept ringing in the room, and suddenly he stretched out a hand, holding toilet paper, and put it to his mouth.

"Pooh."

The paper has been stained red, but perhaps when you first saw this picture, your focus was not on the red-stained paper, but on the outstretched hand.

Skin as thick as gelatin, this sentence may be more descriptive of women, but it is even worse when it is placed on this hand.

From the palm to the fingers, it is as white as jade, not a single hair can be seen, and even the pores have disappeared. The nails are cut neatly, and not a trace of dirt can be seen.

"Mr. Chen, this matter belongs to you, so don't refuse."

Behind the recliner, stood a man and a woman. The man was in a suit and sunglasses, with a burly build. He was obviously a bodyguard.

The woman was wearing a simple black dress, and her eyes were a bit eager.

Chen Qingyang looked at the afterglow of the setting sun by the river, and for a moment, he felt a little emotional.

"It's the same sun, and it's the same afterglow of the setting sun at this moment. You said, the sun will rise as usual tomorrow, then can I be reborn in Nirvana?"

The woman was stunned for a long time, and then took a deep breath: "I don't know if I can be reborn in Nirvana, but the afterglow of the setting sun is always so brilliant, lighting up the sky."

Chen Qingyang was silent, looking at the sky, wondering what he was thinking.

The place was quiet for a while, except for coughing from time to time, which proved that there was someone in the room.

After a long time, Chen Qingyang said lightly: "Well, I will go in three days."

The woman breathed a sigh of relief and finally had a smile on her face: "Okay, I will pick you up in three days."

"No, I'm just sick, not disabled."

"You go."

After leaving the wooden house, the bodyguard beside the woman suddenly asked: "Mr. Yi, he is just a terminal cancer patient. Why do you spend so much energy to invite him?"

Inai stopped and looked at the wooden house with some admiration.

"In the martial arts world, there is a saying."

"There are two suns above their heads, one is the red sun and the other is the green sun."

"The red sun is the round sun in the red sky at this moment, and Mr. Chen, his real name is Chen Qingyang..."

……

In the wooden house, Chen Qingyang stood up from the recliner, took one last look at the afterglow of the moment, and returned to the kitchen to prepare for cooking.

Suddenly, there was a sound of leather shoes stepping on the wooden board.

"I didn't expect that you actually agreed to her. Wouldn't it be nice to spend your last days peacefully?"

In the living room, a man in a slim suit, gold-rimmed glasses, and hair gel on his back that was almost reflective was sitting on the original recliner.

Chen Qingyang put down the kitchen knife in his hand, returned to the living room, and looked at the people on the recliner.

There was a cold look in his eyes: "Are you here to kill me?"

This person seemed casual, but his energy and vigor were far better than ordinary people. His hands were rubbing the armrests of the recliner, which were covered with thick calluses.

The man stood up and looked at Chen Qingyang sharply.

"It is rumored that you started practicing martial arts when you were five years old, and it took three years to get the basics. You didn't formally practice martial arts routines until you were eight years old, and you worked hard for three months."

"Then I followed Wang Shun of Hedong to learn Iron Sand Palm for ten years. I made my debut five years ago. In three years, I defeated all the unbeatable opponents in the martial arts world. A year and a half ago, I was diagnosed with terminal lung cancer, and finally lived in seclusion on the bank of the Yangtze River."

"Before coming, someone said that you are the only Qingyang in the sky, but I don't believe it. I have fought in more than a dozen sects. In the current martial arts world, it is nothing more than this. With your reputation as Qingyang, I You can sit down too!"

"Then, I will have a copy of what will happen in three days."

"You promised her, then you can only die."

Chen Qingyang nodded: "Well, let's do it."

As he spoke, his footsteps moved and disappeared in an instant. As if he hadn't seen it, the man reached out sideways, and his five fingers were like iron claws and instantly picked up the recliner. The man followed the chair, and with a bang, the wooden recliner turned into sawdust and scattered.

Seize, seize...

Debris was stuck into the surrounding wooden walls.

Chen Qingyang suddenly stretched out his hands, and his jade-white hands instantly wrapped around the man's wrist and touched it lightly.

A line of blood shot out, and the next moment, he stepped forward, with a look of excitement on his face.

The five fingers turned into claws, and with a twist, he was about to bully him.

The man's pupils shrank, and the veins on his hands bulged out. They swelled up and contracted forcefully. Then he inserted a leg horizontally, with great force, forcing Chen Qingyang back.

"That's right!"

With a look of madness in his eyes, he stepped hard on the ground and rose into the air. His thighs were slashed like a giant axe, making a huffing sound.

"Qingyang, so what about the sun!"

"Afterglow comes to an end, let it end well!"

Chen Qingyang's face turned cold, he moved sideways, his hands were like blades, and with a squeak, his trouser legs tore.

A kick towards the sky, like a poisonous dragon coming out of the abyss, instantly hit his throat. The man tilted his head, but his ear had already been torn open, and blood bloomed.

Before he could take a breath, a pair of jade hands followed closely, and the fists and palms changed freely. Every time he changed, he could cause a splash of blood.The expression on his face became more and more excited. Chen Qingyang's heart was filled with passion at this moment. His hands were like butterflies piercing flowers, tearing off pieces of fabric, leaving bloody traces.

The man in front of him was no longer as calm as before. His hands were broken, his tendons were severed, and there was no intact place on his body. A jade hand slowly pressed on his chest.

collapse!
kicking...

Every step the man took back caused the floor to explode, sending debris flying.

His whole body was dripping with blood, and the look of fear on his face was evident.

"Amazing, worthy of Qingyang!"

With fierce eyes, Chen Qingyang strode forward, raised his right hand, slumped his shoulders and dropped his elbows, and suddenly took a photo.

The next moment, black rays of light rose from the man's body, and a layer of black mucous membrane suddenly appeared on his body surface.

boom!
When a palm fell, the mucous membranes were turbulent, and the force rebounded directly. Chen Qingyang's eyes were surprised and confused!
He turned around suddenly, with fierce eyes and an elbow from above.

Baji·Closed Elbow!
boom!
This time, the man retreated, but Chen Qingyang felt that his muscles and bones were a little shaken.

"Ahem, what on earth are you?"

"Something? Haha..."

With a crazy smile, blood flowing on his face, and cracking bones, he forcibly reset the broken bones on his body, grinning: "Although you are powerful, you are still a mortal, and I am no longer a long time ago. !”

"Death!"

His figure flashed, he stepped forward and slashed his thigh down like a big axe, full of force. At the same time, he turned around and kicked back, pointing directly at Chen Qingyang's throat.

"No matter if you are a human or a monster, even if I want you to die, Jesus can't stop me!"

"kill!"

He took a breath, grabbed his hands, kicked his legs sideways, turned around and turned into a hammer and hit his face.

No matter what this thing is, Chen Qingyang only knows that he will definitely die!

For a warrior, aside from the evil spirit in his heart, the most important thing is to be confident!
boom!
The fists and palms of the two people exchanged, the strength exploded, and every trace of Qi was connected, and they locked onto each other.

At this moment, in this small wooden house by the river, muffled thunder exploded.

Although the man has this layer of black mucous membrane, which greatly increases his defense, he is still far behind Chen Qingyang in terms of martial arts.

Chen Qingyang took a breath and pressed down on the man to hit him. The mucous membrane on the surface was also flashing with light. If it couldn't be broken with one punch, then it would take a hundred punches!

Beat you until you break!

At this moment, he had completely forgotten that he was a terminal cancer patient. Baji, Tai Chi, Xingyi, Bagua and other boxing techniques fell on this man one by one.

Excitement, and a third of depression, the depression after the cancer came out, poured out crazily at this moment.

Slowly, the black mucous membrane in front of the man began to slowly dissipate, and Chen Qingyang's eyes flashed fiercely.

"broken!"

A punch hit his body with a loud bang, and the mucous membrane completely dissipated.

Press down with your backhand!

A trace of fear flashed in the man's eyes, his jade hands dilated in his pupils, and he yelled.

"Forgive me..."

Unfortunately, it was too late. He spat out a mouthful of black blood from the corner of his mouth, and he just knelt on the wooden board, lifeless.

"Cough cough..."

"I have been practicing for 15 years, how can you compare with me?"

Chen Qingyang coughed a few times and sat on the sofa. A mouthful of bright red blood spurted out and fell into mist on the ground. On the table, speckled plum blossoms bloomed.

Take a deep breath into your lungs, and the burning sensation like a knife cutting into your lungs slowly disappears.

"Lung cancer, haha..."

With scarlet blood in his mouth, he smiled, and his laughter was full of disobedience and unyielding!

Think of him, Chen Qingyang, who made his debut in the underground black boxing world and immediately established an undefeated reputation. European and American boxing champions, Muay Thai boxing champions, he killed countless people on his hands.

Standing in this era, he is a new star in the martial arts world and the sun of the martial arts world.

However, God is jealous of talents!
Such a genius has now fallen into his current state.

He was angry in his heart. How could he not be angry? At the age of 25, he had reached a peak that others could hardly reach in their lifetime!

Power, beauty, and money are all at your fingertips!
But lung cancer...

The setting sun is like blood, and the sun above Chen Qingyang, the warrior, seems to be slowly ending.

The opponent in three days' time was also a tough nut to crack during his prime, so how could he talk about it now?
"Even if I die, I will die in my ideal!"

In martial arts, one thing is face and the other is dignity. His dignity has long since been ruined. Face cannot be lost!

"Cough cough..."

His eyes fell on the man's body. Suddenly, little black lights flickered. The man's body suddenly disappeared in the black light, leaving a black scale on the spot.

Chen Qingyang's eyes flashed, and he stood up to pick up the scales.

[You have killed the black dragon walking, and the inheritance information on you has not been detected, so you have the opportunity to become a totem black dragon in the trial. 】

【Do you want to participate in the trial and become a walking person? 】

Chen Qingyang's eyes flickered. The black mucus-like light on the man's body just now was magical. It took him half an hour to kill him with just a few moves.

That layer of black mucous membrane is full of resistance and can rebound the force falling on it. It is obviously not an ordinary thing. The information in my mind is obvious at the moment.

This is an opportunity!
Extraordinary opportunity!
It’s a chance to save yourself from cancer!
Taking a deep breath, Chen Qingyang muttered: "Yes!"

　Newcomers and new books, please support me a lot. There are not many people writing about Chinese martial arts at the beginning, but there are also quite a few. I don’t dare to compare myself to gods and men. It is also considered the livelihood of Li people. I hope you can support me a lot. Thank you very much!
　　In addition, some people said that there was a bit of confusion from Chapter 49 to Chapter 58, and then the character of the protagonist began to change. This is true. I wanted to write about the changing state of mind, but my writing power was limited and I couldn't write it out, so you can just You can jump over and jump directly from Chapter 49 to Chapter 59. There is a lot of content in between, but in terms of enjoyment, it is indeed much more enjoyable.

　　
　
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