Martial Arts Supreme Cultivation System

Chapter 175 The Battle Between Heaven and Man

"Humph, it's just a dying struggle." Wenren Fengsong snorted coldly when he saw this. His hand shook, and there was a scraping sound from his sleeve, and a short stick about one foot long fell out. Take a closer look, this The short stick is made of black gold, the whole body is pitch black, and the head of the short stick is slightly swollen, like a pestle for pounding medicine.

I saw him waving a medicine pestle like an arm, lightly tap the medicine pestle with his right hand, and sweep it out with his left arm, the combination of the palm and the medicine pestle has more than doubled its power.

Seeing this, Wenren Yisheng frowned slightly. He was from the Qishan lineage. As the head of the family, how could he not recognize that Wenren Fengsong's medicine and pestle skills were directly inherited from the Qishan lineage. Acupuncture and medicine were used by In order to save people, this medicine and pestle skill itself has no effect on injuring the enemy. However, it has no effect on injuring the enemy, but it has the ability to defend against the enemy. In the Qishan lineage, it can be called one of the most difficult martial arts.

The Wenren Fengsong saw that he couldn't hold on for a long time, and didn't want to confront him head-on, so he used this martial art to tremble, as long as he couldn't hold on, he could kill himself.

Thinking of this, Wen Ren Yisheng suddenly became anxious, and the moves in his hands became a little more fierce. Each move was like a strong wind and waves, covering Wen Ren Feng Song. The killing power in it opened Luo Jianxun's eyes. Unexpectedly, martial arts If you can still perform it like this, you can't wait to try it yourself and change yourself into a famous person. The ancients said that if you hear the way in the morning, you will die in the evening. I'm afraid this is the situation it refers to.

The more anxious Wen Renyisheng became, the calmer Wenren Fengsong became. A short medicine pestle, in his hand, was like an overwhelming dragnet, waving it out, and the defense was watertight. The shadow of his palm Heavy, the light of the pestle scattered in all directions. No matter how fierce Wenren Yisheng's offensive was, it fell on the short medicine pestle, but it was unable to be used.

What's more, because Wenren Yisheng attacked forcefully, he lost his sense of proportion, and was beaten by Wenren Fengsong a few times. If Wenren Yisheng didn't know the opponent's martial arts like the palm of his hand, he knew the changes in moves clearly, and he dodged in time, but he was beaten by Wenren Fengsong. Scratch, I am afraid that he has already lost at this moment.

But in any case, it is a fact that the situation is becoming more and more unfavorable for Wenren Yisheng, and Luo Jianxun is quite anxious seeing it.

Looking at Wenren Yisheng, who was at a disadvantage, Luo Jianxun immediately became anxious, but the realm of heaven and man was too far away from him, even if he wanted to help, there was nothing he could do.

At this moment, Luo Jianxun thought of a person. Looking at Meng Sanqian, who was unconscious on the ground, Luo Jianxun noticed something, and immediately jumped to Meng Sanqian's side, and stretched out his hand to touch him. , saw Meng Sanqian's eyelids tremble, and woke up in a daze.

When Luo Jianxun saw this, before he woke up, he immediately waved his hand in front of Meng Sanqian's eyes, and a scent of medicine fell on Meng Sanqian's body. Immediately, Luo Jianxun picked up the Cold Jade Broken Gold Sword, flicked his index finger, and dropped it. A strange sound came from the sword, and then Luo Jianxun lowered his voice, "Master Meng, have you seen Wen Renfengsong? Go, kill him, go, kill him Kill."

"Kill him, kill him." Following Luo Jianxun's words, Meng Sanqian was in a trance as if falling into a dream. There was no light in his eyes, and he stood up numbly. Body, holding a sword, walked towards the two people who were fighting.

Seeing this, Luo Jianxun's heart rose to his throat, secretly thinking that luckily he had noticed something wrong with the Qishan lineage at the beginning, and had done a lot of tricks on Meng Sanqian, but he didn't know how long this method could control him, and Meng Sanqian Although it is an innate state, it is still too far away from heaven and man, and it is not known whether he can control the situation of the battle.

Under Luo Jianxun's worried gaze, Meng Sanqian slowly walked out of the battle circle between the two of them. Suddenly, Meng Sanqian, who was originally in a daze like a log, became extremely sober, and it wasn't him. He came back to his senses, but his fighting instinct made him brave.

I saw Meng Sanqian pulling his blade out of its sheath, the cold sword aura, the fierce sword aura, like the vast desert, the wind and sand all over the sky, sweeping towards Wenren Fengsong, that little bit of cold light, like flying sand and stones, its power must not be underestimated Look, at least, Luo Jianxun can't guarantee that he can take this move.

However, it is obvious that Wenren Fengsong is not Luo Jianxun. Faced with such a fierce move by Meng Sanqian, Wenren Fengsong just frowned slightly, not to say that this move was difficult for him to deal with. Just like an elephant being attacked by ants, it is the dislike and irritability of the superior to the inferior.

I saw that Wenren Fengsong tapped the pestle in his hand to block Wenren Yisheng's attack, and then stretched out his finger to grab the sword blade. The sword light was swift, but Wenren Fengsong's grasp was even faster, and the lightning flashed Between the flints, I heard that Fengsong arrived first, his fingers had already grasped the sword, and the wind of his palm swept across, but instantly knocked out the sword energy.

Not only that, just when his palm was still a few inches away from the edge of the sword, his fingers suddenly popped out, and with a buzzing sound, a thick stream of true energy suddenly fell on the sword body. Meng Sanqian's long sword couldn't hold the handle, and fell to the ground. .Wenren Fengsong immediately stretched out his hand and patted his shoulder.These two movements of the rabbit and the falcon were so fast that no one had time to react. Then there was a click, and Meng Sanqian's arm bones were shattered by his blows. A mouthful of blood spurted out, and the whole person flew backwards.

All this happened in a blink of an eye. To Wenren Fengsong, it seemed like he had done a trivial thing. While repelling Meng Sanqian, he bent his arm according to the situation and rushed towards Wenren Yisheng's fist with his fist. Hit the temples.

This palm technique was deduced by the Qishan lineage from collecting herbs and catching animals. It is the essence of collecting herbs to avoid injuries, and catching animals is very accurate. Sophisticated, unavoidable and unavoidable, it is really the top subtlety in martial arts.

If it were an ordinary person, it would be extremely difficult to resist such a move, but Wenren Yisheng was also proficient in the unique skills of the Qishan lineage. Seeing Wenren Fengsong use this move, Wenren Yisheng snorted coldly, He hooked his wrists and extended his claws, and quickly grabbed his fist with his grasping hand.This move was just right, fast and accurate, it was an ingenious way to restrain his palm technique.It seems that it was used by chance, but in fact it is a martial art inherited from the head of the family. It has no magical effect on other martial arts, but it can restrain the Qishan lineage. It is not used normally, but it has the effect of striking out unprepared soldiers and attacking them unprepared. .Even Wenren Fengsong didn't know the secret skill that was designed to allow the family leader to clean up the family and suppress rebellion.

(End of this chapter)