I am a martial god, proving the way with a sword

Chapter 19 A trace of the true meaning of killing

Song Boyu was almost certain that as long as there was another Martial Dao Banquet, another viscera would be strengthened.

He said to himself: "But the martial arts banquet consumes too much money, so I don't need to be in such a hurry now. Even if it's just an ordinary meal of big fish and meat, I estimate that it will be done within ten days and a half.

Take your time and strengthen all the digestive organs first, so that you can better obtain the life essence. "

The stomach was so hungry that it was difficult to fall asleep, so Song Boyu got up and dressed, and opened the door.

Under the bright moon, a figure was exercising with a stone lock. Song Boyu took a closer look and found that it was Ba Ang.

"Brother Boyu, can't you sleep? I feel very energetic, so I might as well practice some exercises."

Song Boyu was embarrassed to say that he had over-consumed and was starving. He was just about to make up an excuse when he heard his stomach make a solemn protest "Gurgling!" and couldn't help but smile awkwardly: "Well, I..."

Unexpectedly, Ba Ang put down the stone lock with a bang and said with a smile: "I didn't expect Brother Boyu to be hungry too. Let's go to the kitchen together. There should be some steamed buns and bacon. Don't dislike it."

After saying that, he pulled Song Boyu, and they walked into the kitchen together, found some steamed buns, pickles and bacon, and ate them with relish.

Song Boyu knew that the other party was taking care of him, and he was very grateful. He secretly said in his heart: I will do my best to help you achieve the perfection of rigidity and softness, as a reward.

After eating five large white steamed buns, four pieces of bacon, and drinking three large bowls of cold water, Song Boyu finally felt no longer hungry.

Baang was also full, patted his belly and said with a smile: "Brother Boyu, are you interested in practicing? I will teach you the Tiger Fist and Leopard Steps that every disciple of the Xun family knows. Anyway, you can become a registered disciple tomorrow. ”

He does have some technical skills. Boxing alone is not interesting, so it is better to perform martial arts with two people. Although Song Boyu does not know how to fight, after all, he is strong and soft. If he gives in, he should be able to play freely.

Song Boyu was stunned for a moment, then said with a naive smile: "Okay, please be merciful to Brother Ba and don't let me lose too ugly."

Baang laughed and said, "If you learn how to fight, you won't get beaten. Of course, you have already perfected your strength and softness. I guess as long as you get started, you will be able to come and go in no time."

The two came to the martial arts arena together. Ba Ang first practiced Tiger Fist in slow motion, and then asked Song Boyu to practice it by himself.

Unexpectedly, Song Boyu performed well, so he couldn't help nodding: "Your talent is indeed very good, it's here...here...should..."

Half an hour later, the bright moon had slowly set, and a trace of morning glow appeared in the sky. Song Boyu said to Baang: "I think I have basically mastered the tiger fist and leopard step."

Ba Ang shook his head and said: "No matter how good you are at fighting, it's just airs and routines. Actual combat is not that simple. Forget it, let's give it a try and we'll find out!"

At this time, the door creaked, Wu Yang sneezed, walked out of the room, and complained: "I said cousin, you didn't even cover me with a quilt, I caught a cold. Do you want to compare notes?"

Song Boyu and Ba Ang nodded at the same time, no longer caring about Wu Yang, and were ready to take action.

Unexpectedly, Wu Yang excitedly ran between the two of them and said: "I am weak, let me go first. If I can defeat Boyu by luck, I can say from now on that the martial arts genius Song Boyu has also been defeated by me."

Seeing Wu Yang's enthusiasm, Ba Ang asked Song Boyu, "Do you want to practice with my cousin first?
He also practiced with Master Fei Peng for a period of time, so he can be your touchstone.

Your physical fitness is far stronger than his, and he is more familiar with tiger fist and leopard step than you. "

Song Boyu smiled naively: "Of course you can, I hope Brother Wu will order it until now."

The two got into a stance, and Song Boyu's eyes immediately became sharp. He seemed to have returned to the state he was in when he was being chased, like Shura returning from a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

Ruoyouruowu's power seemed to be aimed at Wu Yang, making him feel as if he was being targeted by a wild beast.

Wu Yang didn't know that this was Song Boyu's true intention of killing that was honed from endless pursuits in historical dreams. At this moment, he was stunned and motionless.

Seeing the opponent standing stupidly, Song Boyu rushed forward and struck the opponent with a straight punch without any strength, causing Wu Yang to fall to the ground.

Song Boyu also felt that a lot of energy was being consumed throughout his body, and he panted slightly.

Ba Ang reprimanded at this time: "Cousin, what's the matter with you? You obviously said you wanted to fight, why are you distracted! You don't respect your opponent, and you don't respect yourself. Get up."

Wu Yang was dizzy on the ground, and stood up after a while: "I don't know what happened, but it was like I saw a tiger for a moment. Come again!"

Song Boyu's heart moved. Could it be that his subconscious state just now produced some inexplicable and frightening power?
He knew from the historical dreams of Xu Hongyi and Xun Xueya that according to legend, talented warriors could develop magical abilities known as martial arts secrets.

Such as the true meaning of killing, invisible energy, sword light, indestructible vajra, etc. If you have one of them, you can fight the monks who have entered the Tao. If you have several, you can even kill the monks.

It's just that these martial arts secrets are like claws in snow and mud, as real as they are illusory.

Could it be that the quantitative changes in the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood caused qualitative changes, and he acquired the so-called murderous intention?
It's just that the consumption is a bit heavy, like running for thirty miles with a heavy load, so it's not suitable for use at any time.

He controlled his state, not thinking about the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, nor staring into the other person's eyes, only looking at the other person's neck and shoulders.

This time, Wu Yang moved freely and fought with Song Boyu back and forth, but soon, Song Boyu directly avoided him with a volley kick at an incredible angle, and then punched him in the neutral position, hitting his lower abdomen.

Wu Yang immediately fell to the ground clutching his stomach. After a while, he got up and sat on the ground, with big beads of sweat on his forehead:

"Boyu, you are too cruel! Not only did I fail to defeat the young martial arts genius, but I became the first stepping stone for the genius. I wonder if I can brag about it in a different way in the future."

Song Boyu had actually stopped fighting, but he had experienced too many and too cruel battles, so he stopped fighting a little late.

Fortunately, he moved upward in time, otherwise Wu Yang would probably have no descendants.

Song Boyu quickly bowed and apologized: "Brother Wu, I'm so sorry. I didn't control my strength just now."

Ba Ang had been itching for a long time, and now he was even more impatient: "Cousin, you have to sit down and sit down. You have to try it yourself, who can you blame? It took me a long time to delay the discussion between Brother Boyu and me!"

Song Boyu didn't dare to use the kind of power that he guessed was killing intent, still staring at the opponent's neck and shoulders, and began to test.

Baang's own realm is extremely close to the Dzogchen Perfection of Hardness and Softness, and he has rich experience in actual combat as a bodyguard. He really overpowered Song Boyu from the beginning.

If Song Boyu goes all out, he can win with one move, and he can break the opponent's neck or crush the balls many times.

But he still controlled it, and only used tiger fists and leopard steps to fight Ba Ang. Although he was defensive at every turn and fell behind, all his moves were gone in the blink of an eye.

Even so, Ba Ang was frightened. Unknowingly, Ba Ang was already anxious. Apart from using better fighting methods and killing moves, he had no reservations.

Wu Yang saw it so clearly that he forgot about the pain for a moment and exclaimed: "What an amazing talent. It turns out that there are people who can master it as soon as they learn it, and become perfect as soon as they hit it!"

Baang felt that he couldn't do this anymore. It would be too embarrassing if he really lost the first time.

He fought like a storm, and his punches were like turbulent waves. Song Boyu retreated step by step, and was finally knocked to the ground by Ba Ang's fists, but there was a sly smile on his lips.

Ba Ang instantly felt something was wrong, and was about to jump back, but it was too late.

Seeing that Song Boyu's body was as soft as a snake, it unexpectedly passed under his crotch and bounced like a spring. The tiger fist collided with him, causing him to stagger forward.

Ba Ang wanted to stabilize, but Song Boyu seized the opportunity and refused to give in. His body actually moved backwards like a roly-poly, and then suddenly moved forward, knocking him to the ground with an elbow.

(End of this chapter)