Volume 1: Wild Beasts, Changes Begin Chapter 30: Chaos on the Cliff, Nine Yin Tai Su (Part 2)
It is now very clear that Duan Wangsun is the hidden Dharma King of the Divine Religion.
The reason why Bai Yunshen suffered the least injuries was that he was dealing with Gongsun Changze together with Duan Wangsun and Lu Kuanglan at that time. Suddenly, he was hit back by Duan Wangsun. He didn't even have a chance to get hurt. His acupoints were completely sealed and he became a prisoner.
The reason why other acupoints were automatically broken when the Baiyun Shenya acupoint was unblocked was also designed by Duan Wangsun long ago.
What no one could understand was why Fang Yunhan also took action at that moment.
He pointed behind him and punched in front of his chest, feeling the two powerful internal forces dispersing his own internal force. Mo Taichong's soul flew away, his eyes were bloodshot, and he stared at Fang Yunhan in front of him.
Why? He was killed by this punch, and he died with his eyes wide open.
At this moment, Mo Taichong felt the powerful fist force coming from the front of his body suddenly dissipate.
Spread from one point to the entire torso.
Originally, this punch would have pierced through a person like a window paper, but now it seemed to be hitting a piece of floating wood, just knocking the thing hit by the punch away without damaging it at all.
Duan Wangsun hit the vital point on Mo Taichong's back with one finger. Just as he was thinking that he had succeeded, a strong force suddenly came from Mo Taichong's back. The Hengshan disciple in front of him, who was dressed in colorful clothes, actually left the ground with both feet and flew backwards with a whoosh.
That back was like a huge rock thrown at him at high speed, not only offsetting the force of his fingers, but also knocking him over.
"court death!"
Duan Wangsun shouted in a low voice, and pointed with the fingers of both hands. His fingers trembled and the shadows of his fingers flew around, as if all the important and fatal points on Mo Taichong's back, neck, and back of the head were covered by this powerful energy.
Mo Taichong was unable to control himself and flew backwards. He only caught a glimpse of Fang Yunhan's fist that hit him on the chest, which quickly opened its five fingers and reached upwards, grabbing his collar and pulling his body forward as he flew backwards. Then, a dozen fiery energy swept across his back, making his head whirlwind and almost hitting several vital points in his brain that would have caused him to become insane even if he didn't die. He was immediately frightened.
Although he escaped death, Mo Taichong's body had just been in the battlefield of the internal forces fighting each other for a moment, and his internal organs were damaged. As soon as he stood firm, he mouthed out a mouthful of blood.
The disciples from various sects around them only reacted at this time. Because most of them raised their shields, which blocked the sunlight and the environment was dim, they could not see the details of the fight that had just taken place. They only saw Fang Yunhan and Duan Wangsun attacking Mo Taichong at the same time, making Mo Taichong spit blood.
Several Hengshan disciples nearby immediately swung their swords, three swords stabbed at Duan Wangsun, while four swords slashed at Fang Yunhan.
At the same time, Feng Qingyang also used his skills to shuttle through the crowd. He swung his sword and the cold wind swept to Fang Yunhan's throat.
Fang Yunhan's expression remained unchanged, and he did not retreat a single step. He pressed Mo Taichong to the ground with both hands, and without paying any attention to the sharp blades around him, he punched Duan Wangsun.
Ding ding dong!
There was a sound of metal clashing, and Feng Qingyang's sword brushed past Fang Yunhan's neck, just right to block the four sharp blades that were slashing towards Fang Yunhan.
Fang Yunhan had long seen clearly that the sword would not touch his neck, but Duan Wangsun had no friends to cooperate so well. He dodged the three sharp swords stabbing at him from all around, and saw the punch coming head-on like a rolling stone from the top of a mountain, hitting his face dangerously.
Duan Wangsun Yiyang pointed out with his fingers, trying to intercept the acupuncture points on Fang Yunhan's right forearm, but his finger speed could not keep up with Fang Yunhan's punch speed.
The two figures came together and then separated. Duan Wangsun vomited blood, lost balance and fell backwards. Disciples from major sects around him who understood the situation came to attack with swords.
Suddenly, Fang Yunhan's ears moved and he caught the sound of a chain moving not far behind him. He tilted his body and an iron chain that was invisible to the naked eye swept past his body and fell to the ground.
Everyone's attention immediately shifted to see a shocking scene.
In the previous inspection, Kongtong Sect's deputy leader Lu Kuanglan suddenly got angry, as he suffered serious internal and external injuries.
The iron chain tied around his arm was suddenly broken. In addition to one chain attacking Fang Yunhan, several other broken chains hit the people around him.
The leaders of the Taishan, Hengshan and Hengshan sects were close to the scene and were hit in the mouth and nose by the iron chain, dying on the spot.
Kuok Ho-nian, who was standing by Taoist Qing Yun, knocked down an iron chain with his palm and heard Taoist Qing Yun muttering behind him: "How could this happen?"
Even those who were captured with him were completely caught off guard by Lu Kuanglan's sudden rebellion.
The Sun-Moon Divine Sect has not yet changed the system inherited from the Ming Cult. It has four Dharma Kings and the Left and Right Envoys of Light.
Tie Bodhi is among the left and right messengers of Light. There is another person who has never appeared, and he is none other than Lu Kuanglan.
Just when everyone was at a loss, Lu Kuanglan clenched his fists, like a pair of hammers tied to a windmill, and swung his fists. In an instant, a dozen people around him were knocked away.
These people were all elites among the disciples of each sect, and they naturally responded subconsciously when attacked. But no matter whether they tried to dodge or block, or even draw their swords to fight back, as long as they were touched by Lu Kuanglan's fist, their whole body would tremble and blood would flow from all seven orifices.
By the time their bodies flew out, they had already become corpses.
This is exactly the Seven Injury Fist of the Kongtong School.
This set of boxing techniques, as the name suggests, is designed to respond to the seven emotions and the injuries caused by internal force. If the injuries cause thoughts, everything that is done will be defeated.
This fist has seven injuries: damaging the heart, tearing the lungs, breaking the liver and intestines, separation, loss of essence, confusion, and flying soul.
It is rumored in the martial arts world that if one practices this boxing technique, one must first hurt oneself if one wants to hurt others. However, that is just a problem in the training steps. If one first develops deep internal strength and then practices this boxing technique, one will only hurt others and not oneself. On the contrary, it has a unique training effect on the internal organs.
Most of the famous figures in the big sects of Jianghu, such as Zen Master Fakong and Taoist Master Qingyun, believed that Lu Kuanglan was also one of those people who lacked internal strength and suffered from the seven injuries due to forced training, just like the elders of Kongtong Sect. However, they never expected that this set of boxing skills had clearly reached the pinnacle in his hands, catching up with the founder of Kongtong Sect who created this skill.
After he knocked away more than a dozen people around him, the power of the Seven Injury Fist was returned, which actually dispersed the injuries accumulated in his body. He turned the disadvantage of the Seven Injury Fist that it would damage his internal organs into a clever way of healing.
As his injuries healed, Lu Kuanglan became even more ferocious, and he rushed all the way to the periphery of the shield array. None of the disciples he met on the way, or even the elders from various sects, could survive a fight with him.
For example, Zen Master Fakong and others, although their acupoints had been unblocked, they had been sealed with heavy techniques for several days, causing their qi and blood to flow poorly. They were unable to use force at all, and no one had time to stop him.
Seeing that more than thirty people had already fallen, a gap was finally created in the outermost part of the shield array of more than four hundred people.
The people in the inner circle of the shield array could already clearly see the people from the Sun and Moon Sect chasing after them.
At this time, the Sun Moon Sect's archers had run out of arrows, and the sky was no longer filled with arrows. The disciples of the major sects simply threw away their shields, which were no longer suitable for them, and each picked up a knife or a sword. They abandoned the circular formation that had a gap, and gathered together according to the divisions of their sects, ready to meet the enemy.
Lu Kuanglan rushed out and was about to meet up with the Sun Moon Sect’s team when a gust of evil wind came from behind him.
He looked back and saw Robert Kuok flying towards him. He used all his internal strength in the Great Songyang Divine Palm and his hands turned iron-blue, giving off the texture of a block of iron that had been exposed to the sun for a day.
Lu Kuanglan punched back.
The Seven Injury Fist, which had been passed down in the Kongtong School for more than two hundred years , faced off against the fledgling Great Songyang Divine Palm. As soon as the fists and palms touched, Robert Kuok showed signs of defeat.
The force of the Seven Injury Fist entered his body, and Robert Kuok felt as if his internal organs were being grasped by an invisible hand, squeezing them tightly. He felt so sad that he wanted to vomit blood, but the smell of blood rushed straight into his eyes and nose. He grinned and said, "You are really amazing. If you can beat me, then try beating him!"
A black shadow quickly passed by Robert Kuok.
Amid the sound of fine iron rubbing against each other so fast that it was too fast for ears to react, the broadsword of the Songshan School on Robert Kuok's back had already been unsheathed and was held in Fang Yunhan's hand.
Lu Kuanglan's expression condensed, and when he changed the techniques of his two-handed fists, he had already estimated more than twenty moves of using broadsword or simply using sword and knife according to his experience in the martial arts world.
No matter which sect or school Fang Yunhan belongs to, as long as he strikes out with his sword, Lu Kuanglan has the confidence that he can turn defense into offense within two moves.
"Bah!" Robert Kuok suddenly spat a large mouthful of bloody saliva at Lu Kuanglan.
At the same time, Fang Yunhan clenched his right fist, raised the sword in his left hand, and smashed both hands towards the middle.
All I heard was a clanging sound, just like two iron trolleys colliding.
The Songshan School's broadsword, which was made of fine steel and tempered a hundred times, was smashed into seventeen or eighteen pieces by his pair of bare hands.
The speed at which the cold sword fragments flew out was even faster than that of a powerful bow or crossbow.
A dozen pieces of steel fragments mixed with Robert Kuok's blood foam sprayed all over Lu Kuanglan's face.
The two fragments just happened to take away Lu Kuanglan's eyes.
"ah--"
The scream of pain due to the destruction of his eyes was only half uttered before Lu Kuanglan's neck was sunken by Fang Yunhan's punch, and his whole body turned into a rolling gourd and landed right at the feet of Fan Changan who was running towards him.
The melee between the eight hundred and four hundred men also had a head-on collision at this moment. There were countless blood spilled on the hot grass and countless sparks from the clashes of swords and knives.
Fang Yunhan picked up Robert Kuok with one hand and threw him into the protected circle of Zen Master Fakong and others at the back, and together they retreated towards the herd of horses on the official road.
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Feng Qingyang and Duan Wangsun were fighting in one place, while Yang Pinting was confronted by seven middle-aged Wudang Taoists. After Tie Bodhi killed nearly ten people with a wave of his hands, he was stopped by Yu Longzi.
Gongsun Changze, the seven elders and others were also stopped by middle-aged masters from various sects.
The situation was difficult to determine, Fan Changan stopped, looked down and saw Lu Kuanglan's body, his fingers tensed.
The moment the pair of sharp claws were stretched into shape, the ten nails, along with the fascia and bones inside the fingers, seemed to pull and make a sound similar to that of copper sheets being plucked.
Before the strange buzzing sound faded away, ten sharp sounds like bamboo whistles rose in the air.
Fan Changan's face became paler, his eyebrows turned darker, and his five long beards hung down like ink marks. He shook his body and appeared ten steps away. The sounds of his ten fingers cutting through the air added together, like the howling of a ghost.
Suddenly, a bewitching ghost king from hell came to the world.
