Starting boy Ma Kongqun

Chapter 47: Killing the strong, subduing the soft

Ximen Rou was in a dilemma at this time.

It is said that abandoning the whip and retreating is the best strategy to deal with the current predicament, but no matter what, he can't let go of the soft whip that he regards as life and the name of "Whip God".

In terms of parry and resistance, he only had one left hand available at this time, but this arm could not catch the one leg that Zhuge Gang swept with all his strength.

Seeing that he had to make a choice between losing his reputation and losing his life, Ma Kongqun, who was watching the battle, suddenly bent over and tapped his palm with his right hand.

With a palm strike here, a force suddenly exploded from under the iron crutch that Zhuge Gang had inserted into the ground a few feet away, knocking Zhuge Gang and the iron crutch, who was caught off guard, flying more than ten feet away from the ground.

This palm is exactly the "Heaven and Earth Destroying Great Yin Thunder Palm". It uses the earth as a medium to transmit power and injure people through obstacles, which is also one of its wonderful uses.

Ximen Rou had experienced the enemy for a long time and reacted extremely quickly. Seeing that Zhuge Gang was in the air and had no way to use his strength, he hurriedly pulled the soft whip with all his strength.

With this pull, most of the soft whip wrapped around the crutch immediately caused the crutch and Zhuge Gang, who was holding the crutch, to spin sharply in the opposite direction like a top, and he was instantly freed from the crutch.

But Ximen Rou has his own arrogance. After knowing that he was one move short, even if he understood that his defeat was caused by a momentary mistake and falling into the opponent's deliberate trap, he would never make the same mistake again if they fought again. , but took the initiative to retreat to acknowledge the defeat.

Zhuge Gang was only fighting for a position, and he was not determined to win Ximen Rou's life. He was satisfied when he saw him voluntarily admit defeat.

He turned over in the air and fell down. One foot landed on the ground and took root. He nailed his body firmly to the ground. He looked at Ma Kongqun with his hand across the iron crutch and asked coldly: "Where is your 'Heavenly Sword'?"

Ma Kongqun stepped forward slowly, stood opposite him, and replied calmly: "The 'Heavenly Sword' is already here!"

Zhuge Gang's expression changed: "Where is the knife?"

Ma Kongqun raised his right hand and said: "The knife is in the palm of my hand!"

Zhuge Gang looked at his empty right hand, his face became more solemn: "You don't have a knife in your hand!"

The muscles of Ma Kongqun's right hand contracted, the muscles and bones shifted, and the skin glowed with a faint metallic luster. The stretched right palm looked like a wide-edged dagger: "There is no knife in the palm, the palm is the knife!"

Then the two stopped talking and just stared at each other.

Ma Kongqun's left hand was clasped behind his back, and his right arm was stretched flat by his side. He looked calm and smiled.

Zhuge Gang stared blankly at the palm that had become thin and smooth, and felt the cold and sharp knife energy radiating from the palm of his hand, which was depleted of muscles and bones, cutting the skin and causing pain. Cold sweat broke out on his back and forehead.

He knew he had to take action, because if the stalemate continued, he didn't know if he would be overwhelmed by the terrifying sword energy and completely lose the courage to take action.

He let out another roar full of rage like a beast in desperate situation, and struck with the sixty-three-pound diamond iron crutch. It was still the "sweeping thousands of armies" move that made him famous.

Under the huge pressure from his opponent, Zhuge Gang miraculously broke through the peak realm he could reach in his life with this strike, with the power of wind and thunder, and the weight of the mountain!

"it is good!"

Ma Kongqun exclaimed in admiration, raising and slashing his right palm upwards and downwards in a seemingly simple way.

"when!"

The palm knife fell down, and the iron crutch that was facing the edge of the palm broke like rotten wood.

The power of the sword does not weaken but becomes stronger. The power is as fast as thunder and lightning. The edge of the palm is closed at the touch of Zhuge Gang's eyebrows.

The last thing Zhuge Gang felt was the bone-chilling chill that penetrated from between his eyebrows and completely froze his consciousness.

Ximen Rou, who was standing aside, watched Zhuge Gang stand frozen on the spot while swinging half of an iron crutch. For a moment, he felt his ears ringing, his heart beating, and his mouth was dry.

He asked Ma Kongqun, who was retreating with his sleeves, "What is the name of this sword?"

Ma Kongqun replied leisurely: "This is the 'thunder movement' of the 'Eight Forces of the Heavenly Sword'. The thunder moves above the nine heavens and falls in the mortal world. It can kill evil and evil, and it can kill the fierce and stubborn. This is the most powerful and strong sword." "

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhuge Gang, who had no wounds on his body and only a faint red mark between his eyebrows, fell straight to the ground.

Ximen Rou looked up to the sky and sighed: "You can cut off its iron crutches and cut off its vitality without damaging its skin and flesh. This sword is not only the most powerful and strong, but also the extreme of rigidity produces softness, and the yin and yang complement each other. I came to Guandong originally to come to Kanto. Your challenge, now it seems, is like a worm trying to shake a tree, and you are not overestimating your own capabilities. With people like you in the world, how can I, Ximen Rou, have a place to compete for supremacy? Why don't you go and rest!" After saying that, he turned around and left.

"Stay back!"

Suddenly someone called loudly from behind.

Ximen Rou was startled when he heard this voice. He turned around and saw a person flying over using light skills.

The person who came was Xiao Bieli, who had passed the test period of Ma Kongqun and officially assumed the position of head of the "Xuanbu" among the six divisions of the "Wanma Hall".

He came to Ximen Rou, bowed respectfully and saluted, saying: "Second uncle!"

Ximenrou looked him up and down for a while, still a little uncertain and asked, "Are you Ah Chun?"

Xiao Bieli made a strange gesture with his hands that should be used to prove his identity, and said with a smile: "Now my nephew is called 'Xiao Bieli'."

Ximen Rou snorted coldly: "You two, father and son, still have the same bad habits. Isn't it good to be yourselves openly and openly? Why do you always have to live with a fake face and a fake name!"

A vivid bitter smile appeared on Xiao Bieli's disguised face: "It's not like my second uncle doesn't know that this is a rule passed down from generation to generation in our family. Even father and son are not allowed to see each other in their true colors."

Ximen Rou said: "What kind of bullshit rule is this? I just couldn't understand this rule at the beginning, so I didn't learn the tricks of this suit. I haven't seen you father and son for five or six years. How is your father doing now? "

Xiao Bieli lowered his eyes and said sadly: "My father has been harmed by others and has suffered misfortune."

"What did you say?" Ximen Rou was shocked and angry.

Although he left the family, he did not cut off his family ties. He still had a deep relationship with his brother who was more than ten years older than him. He immediately grabbed Xiao Bielie and asked: "Who is the murderer?"

Xiao Bieli replied: "Tian Tianyu."

Ximen Rou was speechless for a moment, filled with anger that could not be vented in his chest. At the same time, he also knew the reason why his nephew appeared here: "Have you taken refuge in the 'Ten Thousand Horses Hall'?"

Xiao said goodbye: "My father was seriously injured by Bai Bai Yu outside the Great Wall. He escaped from Bai Bai Yu's pursuit only under the protection of the hall master. Later, he died of his injuries, and it was the hall master who sent someone to deliver his ashes to his nephew. . Originally, my father left a will, asking my nephew to serve in the 'Ten Thousand Horses Hall'. Later, the hall master killed Tian Tianyu to avenge my nephew's murder of his father. The nephew could only repay this with his loyalty in this life. It’s a great favor.”

Ximenrou glanced at Ma Kongqun, who was standing beside A Fei and did not disturb their uncle and nephew's conversation. After a moment of silence, he said: "The grudges are clear, and this is what a man does. And with Hall Master Ma's martial arts, he is The Lord has not insulted you. I am leaving, and you should take care of yourself from now on."

Xiao Bieli asked hurriedly: "Where is the second uncle planning to go?"

Ximen Rou sighed: "Today I have seen the vastness of the world, and I realize that I am actually a frog at the bottom of the well. If I don't want to be embarrassed again, I will retire to the mountains and forests and never mention martial arts for the rest of my life."

Xiao Bieliang's thoughts were spinning very fast, and he said with a smile: "Second uncle wants to go into seclusion, and my nephew dare not stop him. But the place outside the pass far away from the Central Plains is the best place to go into seclusion. Why not find a place nearby to settle down?" , so that my nephew can take care of him sooner or later and show his filial piety."

Upon hearing this, Ximen Rou knew what his nephew was thinking. He was only more than ten years older than him. He was still in his prime, and there was no need for him to take care of him and fulfill his filial piety. He asked her to stay, clearly wanting to get her to join the "Ten Thousand Horses Hall".

Before this battle, he would have refused to succumb to anyone, but now that his energy was gone, and considering that his brother was dead and he had no desire to marry and have children, Ximen's family only had his nephew, who could be taken care of nearby. Some of them were doing their duty as elders, so they did not refuse.

At the same time, in a simple stone room far away in the Western Region, a man in a yellow shirt who was also wearing a bamboo hat and lowering the brim of his hat to hide his face, and an old man in a white robe with a pale face, stood across a table full of files. Huge desks stand opposite each other.

The reason they didn't sit down was because there were no chairs in the room. As the owner of this place, the man in yellow shirt is used to standing and doing things. He believes that as long as a person sits down, his spirit will relax, and if a person's spirit is relaxed, he will easily make mistakes.

As the saying goes, "Guests do as the host does." If the host is like this, the old man in white robe can only stand and accompany him as a guest.

The man in yellow shirt suddenly said: "Zhuge Gang should be dead at this moment."

The old man in white robe said: "Is it worth it for you to sacrifice such a master just to test Ma Kongqun's true identity?"

The man in yellow shirt said: "A person who can defeat the magic sword, even if it is an incomplete magic sword, is worthy of my attention. When Zhuge Gang died, the few people I sent to hide in the distance must have helped him. The 'telescope' from the West clearly saw the details of Ma Kongqun's attack. After they come back, I will find the best painters and draw the situation based on their descriptions. In this way, I will be able to understand Ma Kongqun's actions. We have the most intuitive understanding of strength. If we fight against this person in the future, we can guarantee at least an [-]% chance of winning. This is exactly the principle of 'foreseeing everything will lead to failure'."

The old man in white robe sighed: "Shangguan Jinhong is indeed Shangguan Jinhong. It will be the greatest sorrow for anyone to have an enemy like you."

(End of this chapter)