Plane hunting

Chapter 52 I like weapons better

The Jiugong Daoist altar was broken, and Zheng felt ashamed. Seeing Huang Shaohong's fit and pounced on him, he was in the middle of his arms, and immediately called out: "Mother Wusheng bestowed a golden body on my disciples to protect the Dharma, invulnerable to swords and guns, and subdue demons. Watch me take you off the altar." !"

After speaking, he stood on top of the two believers, raised his legs and kicked fiercely towards the sky, trying to kick Huang Shaohong flying down while he was in the air and it was inconvenient for him to dodge.

Relying on this body, Huang Shaohong has never been afraid of anyone compared to his kicks. Immediately stretching his body in the air, he also kicked: "Your altar has long since disappeared. Let everyone see who is the monster!"

This Jiugong real person is a practitioner of hard work, and his feet also have a lot of strength. The two kicked each other in the air, and there was a loud 'bang'.

Both of them felt a strong force coming from each other's legs.

Master Jiugong's feet softened, and his body sank a foot. It turned out that although he resisted the strength on Huang Shaohong's legs, the disciple Bailian under him couldn't bear it. fall.

With the power of this foot, Huang Shaohong used the body technique of White Crane Fist, like a crane dancing for nine days, his body spun and flew, and then he jumped more than two meters high. Like an axe, it slammed down towards Master Jiugong.

This kick came very fast, like lightning, so that the real Jiugong, who had just stabilized his figure, had no chance to dodge, so he could only cross his hands, trying to support Huang Shaohong's kick.

'Bang' Huang Shaohong's kick undoubtedly revealed the strength of the master of Nanquan. The mighty force burst out suddenly on this kick, and even the real Jiugong who practiced hard kung fu felt like his arms were about to break, let alone the support below. Watching his two Bailian disciples.

With two bangs, the two Bailian disciples changed from half-kneeling to full-kneeling. Even so, they couldn't support their bodies, and were pushed forward by the huge force from top to bottom.

The real Jiugong finally couldn't stand upright, so he rolled and fell to the ground. Although Huang Shaohong's strength was dispelled, he was also knocked off the so-called altar. Just a joke.

"I'll fight with you!" Jiugong became furious, stomped his feet, and rushed towards Huang Shaohong.

What Huang Shaohong was waiting for was this opportunity to challenge the real Jiugong, and immediately said to Yan Zhendong who was at the side: "Old Yan help me sweep the formation, I will have a battle with this magic stick today!"

As soon as the words fell, the real Jiugong had arrived in front of him, and the two were fighting with each other quickly.

Yan Zhendong shook his head, he could see that Jiugong Daoist's skills were similar to his, and he should also practice hard skills, but this hard skills didn't seem to be good enough, and he definitely wouldn't be Huang Shaohong's opponent. He didn't know why Huang Shaohong wanted to fight this The goods are singled out.

Although he was puzzled, he still responded and began to clear the field. Some of the Bailian disciples who wanted to come to help Jiugong Daoist were all broken by his three punches and two kicks. He was alone, so those Bailian disciples did not dare to move rashly.

Huang Shaohong's confrontation with Shang Jiugong real person is far from as easy as Yan Zhendong imagined. He is not the real body of this body. He has only learned boxing for a few months, so it is inevitable to use it jerky.

In addition, although the Jiugong real person's hard work is not good enough, he uses Shaolin boxing very purely, and his boxing attainments are not much worse than him, so the two of them actually played a match in a short period of time.

Yan Zhendong really wanted to yell at Huang Shaohong: "Where is your catcher?"

Besides, Master Jiugong couldn't take advantage of his fists and feet, so he wanted to interfere with Huang Shaohong's words, and immediately mocked:
"Nanquan master Huang Feihong's kung fu is no more than this!"

Huang Shaohong was not angry at all, and said ironically: "I just found out today that Master Bailian uses Shaolin boxing!"

Master Jiugong's fists and kicks became more and more fierce, but he replied: "Our White Lotus Sect can save all sentient beings, and everyone can join the Sect. How about Huang Feihong, you come to my White Lotus Mountain Gate and respect the lifeless old mother together?"

Huang Shaohong laughed: "I am the living real body of Emperor Xuanwu. If I enter your mountain gate, I am afraid that your altar will collapse and your statue will be shattered!"

The two were bickering, but their fists and kicks were not slow at all, and they greeted each other like a storm.

Gradually, the advantages of Huang Shaohong's body began to show. After all, Jiugong Daoist's boxing skills were not as good as his. Protecting the body, I am afraid that it can be beaten to spit out blood.

Master Jiugong knew that he would definitely lose if he continued like this, he turned his eyes and suddenly shouted: "Mother Wu Sheng gave me supernatural powers, I will kill you!"

After speaking, he swiped his hands around his waist, and the three steel nails were already clasped in his hands. With a hidden weapon technique, he hit the three steel needles towards Huang Shaohong's eyes and heart respectively.

"Despicable!" Fortunately, Huang Shaohong had practiced the kung fu of 'red carp, green carp and donkey', and he reacted very quickly to unexpected situations. Knowing that it was too late to dodge, he took two steps back and at the same time lifted the hem of his coat, Then he swept the three steel needles to the ground.

As a result, the previous advantages in fists and feet disappeared immediately. After Jiugong Zhenren shot the steel needle, he seized the opportunity to attack fiercely and immediately seized the upper hand.

Jiugong was so good that he got cheap, he said sarcastically: "Huang Feihong is nothing more than that, what about your shadowless feet, isn't it claimed to be invincible? Why don't you come out?"

While responding to his attack, Huang Shaohong suddenly focused his eyes, turned to the back of Master Jiugong, and said in surprise: "The Chaotian Temple is on fire!"

The Temple of Chaotian is the main altar of the White Lotus Sect in the provincial capital, and it is the lair of Daoist Jiugong. It is very important to Jiugong. , how could the other party see it!

It's a pity that it was too late when Jiugong realized it, and he heard Huang Shaohong yell softly: "Foshan Wuyingjiao!"

Immediately after turning around, Master Jiugong felt his chest was kicked seventeen or eight times in one breath, his throat was sweet, and a mouthful of old blood spurted out.

Unwilling to fail, Jiugong Daoist ignored the spurt of blood, and lightly shouted: "Golden Bell Cover!"

Taking a deep breath, he resisted Huang Shaohong's last heavy-footed lore. Although he was kicked and flew out, he landed on the ground and jumped up. He half-kneeled and put his hands on his chest. It seemed that he was incapable of fighting again. .

"Despicable!" Jiugong Daoist said coldly, wiping the blood stains from the corner of his mouth.

Huang Shaohong pointed to the three steel nails on the ground: "Each, each other!"

At this time, the surrounding Bailian disciples pinched the Dharma seal with their hands, pointed at the Jiugong real person, and muttered: "Divine skills protect the body, divine skills protect the body!"

Daoist Jiugong didn't want to fight anymore, but at this time, if this situation recedes, his prestige among the congregation will be ruined. There was a stern look in his eyes, and he suddenly said: "Fist and foot are even, let's compare weapons!" !"

As soon as he stretched out his hand: "Sword!" Immediately, disciple Bailian threw out the steel knife in his hand, and Jiu Gong grabbed it in his hand. First, he practiced a few dazzling knife skills, and pulled out the sword flower martial art, which was so impressive. Dazzling and fascinated, there was a lot of applause.

"Huang Feihong, look at the knife!" He rushed forward with big strides.

"Phenom!"

"Master!"

Aunt Thirteen and Liang Kuan were surprised to see that Huang Shaohong stayed where he was and did not go to get the weapon.

The corner of Huang Shaohong's mouth twitched: "Competing with weapons? I like it the most!" As he spoke, he drew out a half-human-high bow with his left hand from under the hem of his gown, and drew out an arrow with his right hand, and shot it with the bow.

The people around were stunned for a while, is there a bow hidden in the crotch?How did he hide such a big bow? It seems that he split the bow when he was fighting with others just now.

(End of this chapter)