Volume 1: Wild Beasts, Changes Begin Chapter 23: Dark Waters and Cold Swords
The palm of the woman in red was soft and white, and every part of her five fingers was slender and well-proportioned, meeting everyone's imagination of a beautiful woman's hands.
However, it was this palm, like a ferocious beast made of flowing water, that swallowed up Fang Yunhan's fist power in one swoop.
This punch was like hitting the eye of a storm, which was completely empty and caused Fang Yunhan's body to sway forward.
Fang Yunhan didn't think twice and reached behind with his left hand.
The speed at which he turned around and fought with the woman in red was too fast. At this moment, the railing that he had let go of had not yet fallen to the ground. He grabbed the railing with his left hand and used the same trick to strike the woman in red.
He let go of the railing just now because if he held on to it and turned around, he might not have enough time to block the woman's palm. Now he used the railing again because Fang Yunhan was sure that this woman's martial arts skills were more of a technical type, and this kind of rough and brutal "big" physical attack could be used to restrain her.
Among the warriors in this world, have they ever seen a weapon that is more than seven meters long and more than one meter wide?
It was the length of four adult men. When used to attack, it was like swinging a sword to smack a sparrow.
When the railing was swept out, most of it extended beyond the bridge deck, and the stirred air added another layer of ripples to the already restless river surface.
Fang Yunhan wielded such a large weapon as if it were a bamboo stick, making it look like a piece of cake. But the next moment, the response of the woman in red was even more thrilling.
She put her fingers together like a knife and swung them, cutting the seven-meter-long railing in half, leaving only about three meters. The force transmitted from the broken end made the remaining wood in Fang Yunhan's hand loose. Although nothing could be seen on the outside, the inside was like a tree hollowed out by termites and could not withstand a single blow.
Fang Yunhan felt a familiar force attacking his palm.
"It turns out that it's not simply about neutralizing the force, but about using the force to counter the force."
"Wrong!" The red-dressed woman opened her delicate lips, with an undisguised pride, "Now, give him back the way he has given you. As the saying goes, the stars are changing."
"snort!"
He threw the three-meter-long tattered railing in his hand behind him, slightly blocking the Black Dharma King's second step onto the bridge. Fang Yunhan was like a hungry tiger, and the sleeves of his hands made a sound of bamboo joints bursting in the air. His two fists, leaving a trail of afterimages, continued to hit the woman in red.
When faced with a sophisticated technique of using the opponent's force to counter attack, using force beyond one's limit to forcibly break through is the most difficult way to achieve. Apart from this, the most effective way to crack the opponent's attack is to launch an attack at a faster rate.
The so-called using the opponent's force to counter attack, whether it is the strength of the limbs or the internal skills, there must be a process of receiving, transmitting and returning, which takes time.
If a second wave of power hits before the previous wave of power is transferred, the transfer steps will be disrupted and the technique will naturally be broken.
Fang Yunhan's fists are not only fast, but the power between his fists is also real and fake.
Once the opponent makes any misjudgment and takes the fake move as a real move, then after receiving the move, he will not be able to borrow any strength, let alone return it.
This is indeed a major flaw of Douzhuanxingyi.
Murong Hongyu, the woman in red, was an ancestor of the Northern Song Dynasty. She did not work hard enough to discern the opponent's timing of applying force and transfer speed, so sometimes she had no chance to use the Dou Zhuan Xing Yi when facing masters.
A wonderful skill has been turned into a useless thing that can be used sometimes but not sometimes.
It was precisely because he had gone astray in martial arts and suffered repeated setbacks that his ambitions were shattered and the ancestor even went crazy.
Inspired by past experience, Murong Hongyu has focused on training in this area since childhood.
When she was fourteen years old, she stood in the courtyard holding a life-size bamboo pole with scales on it. With her eyes closed, she could feel it even if a feather fell on the pole, and could even accurately tell which scale the feather touched.
She did not practice the two unique martial arts handed down by the Murong family, the Longcheng Sword Technique and the Sanhe Finger, nor any other martial arts she had collected over the years. She only practiced internal skills and this set of Dou Zhuan Xing Yi, and she even practiced the process of force transmission to the point where it was almost like physical instinct.
Fang Yunhan's fists left afterimages and explosions. He threw out a hundred punches without blinking, but Murong Hongyu actually picked out the real moves in all of them, used the force to return it to him, and mixed the punch force with her own power to throw out, fighting with Fang Yunhan to a draw.
At this time, the Black Dharma King had already stepped onto the Drizzle Bridge again.
The reason why Fang Yunhan pulled up the railing and forced the Black Magic King to retreat first was to avoid being attacked by real masters.
One was the Mysterious Palm, with a pure foundation. The other was the Star Shifting, whose internal strength was not as good as his, but he could use it to fight.
Fang Yunhan felt the cold air approaching from behind him, and suddenly shouted loudly and stomped his feet hard.
Boom! !
He stomped a big hole in the edge of a drizzle bridge where the railing was missing, and the boy's body and the broken stones fell into the water.
Murong Hongyu and Black Dharma King also lost their footing and fell into the water. However, they were alert and sharp, and each of them had excellent lightness skills, so they stepped on the water and jumped up.
However, they did not expect that the young man, whose internal strength was even stronger than theirs, would fall straight into the water like a stone falling from a cliff.
The two Dharma Kings of the Sun and Moon Sect looked at each other in the air, and followed closely behind, diving into the water from two directions.
In the restaurant, Yu Longzi saw this quick fight and was about to go downstairs, holding the sword in his hand.
"You need to help." The young man in yellow suddenly asked, "Who?"
Yu Longzi paused.
"Of course, we will help whoever we are supposed to help!" On Ginkgo Street, a donkey came running. Mo Taichong, who was wearing a colorful outfit, stood up, tapped the beam with his toes, and flew up to the second floor of the restaurant. He smiled and said, "Three brothers, don't you know who you are supposed to help?"
Yu Longzi glanced at the people on Ginkgo Street who had not yet gotten up, and saw that none of them were killed on the spot. Thinking of Fang Yunhan who had just crossed the street, the Taoist's eyes showed relief and he drew his sword.
"Senior Brother Mo from Hengshan Sect is right. We should help whoever we can."
"Then there's no need to go there."
The young man in yellow suddenly raised his head again, his right hand rested on the hilt of the sword, and the long sword across his waist slowly came out of the scabbard. The sound of the sword blade and the scabbard rubbing against each other was like the lingering sound of a pipa breaking silk, singing in a hoarse voice.
"I am waiting for the battlefield, maybe it is right here."
Yu Longzi, Mo Taichong and Robert Kuok followed his gaze.
On the top of the dyeing factory opposite, there was a beautiful woman in a white shirt with a bun on her head, holding two swords in her hands, standing tall.
The young man in yellow left an inch of the sword tip inside the sheath, like hiding a beloved flower, and asked, "May I ask your name, Madam?"
"Tomb of the Living Dead, Yang Pinting, you are welcome." The beautiful woman smiled, "Where are these young men from the Five Mountains Sword Sect? "
"The wind is clear and bright at Huashan."
With a clang, the one-inch sword came out of its sheath, and the man in yellow held the sword like a streak of silk, cutting across.
