Inheritance of Endless Martial Spirit

Chapter 62 Ghost Head Sword Wu Changfeng

"Students of the Beggars' Gang?" The Western Xia warrior visibly trembled when he heard the four characters "Disciples of the Beggars' Gang".

For Xixia warriors like them, the power and terror of the Beggar Gang far surpassed those useless regular Song Army. Most of its members are martial arts masters, and they are enough to be ten against ordinary soldiers, and their individual strength is extremely powerful.

Especially after Bei Qiaofeng took over as the leader of the Beggar Gang, his methods were astonishing. In just over a month, he had already convinced the disciples of the entire Beggar Gang.

At this point, the slightly lazy and scattered forces of the Beggar Gang were all integrated at once.The entire beggar gang seemed to have changed from an unopened sword to a peerless sword with sharp edges, and its threat power increased several times.In just a few months, the Xixia army has lost many soldiers due to the endless guerrilla attacks by the beggar gang.

Now General Helian Tieshu hated the two names Qiao Feng and Beggar Gang.I heard that someone once talked about Qiao Feng in the military camp, saying that no hero in the world can compare to Qiao Feng, and General Helian accidentally heard about it. Afterwards, Helian Tieshu made a small excuse and beheaded him , Hanging on the flagpole for three days and three nights.

Now, when Xixia soldiers encounter disciples of the Beggar Gang, they all shy away. This Xixia warrior has also encountered disciples of the Beggar Gang before, but that time he dodged from a hundred meters away. up.

"Hmph! Li Goudan? What a shit name!" The so-called man dies for money, and birds die for food. Under the pressure of power and wealth, this Xixia warrior squeezed out a few strands of courage from his guts and held hands tightly. Cutting the saber in the middle, he snorted coldly, "I've never heard of such a ridiculous name, you are just a nameless little beggar, how dare you block my way of making money?"

"It's all right to retreat now," the Western Xia warrior shook out a few saber flowers, and snorted coldly, "Otherwise, the military master will let you see how powerful the military master's sword skills are!"

"Hmph!" The young Huazi touched her nose, snorted coldly, separated her feet, took a horse stance, spread her hands, splitting the world, as if she was about to swallow mountains and rivers with anger.

This move is exactly the popular boxing technique that has been widely circulated—a kicking gesture in the martial arts "Taizu Changquan" created by Zhao Kuangyin, the founding emperor of the Song Dynasty.

His legs trembled slightly regularly, and his muscles trembled, like the prelude of a cheetah's predation, ready to explode with a powerful impact at any time, killing the enemy before he could react with lightning speed.

Although Taizu Changquan is a bad martial art, but if it is cultivated to its essence, it can be turned into a powerful martial art, and thus become a master of a generation.In the original book, Qiao Feng once used this boxing method to defeat eminent monks of Shaolin Xuan's generation, shocking many heroes.

At this moment, this beggar gang man named Li Goudan obviously has a lot of attainments in this Dao. Although he can't develop it to the level of Dao's unique knowledge, it is absolutely impossible to deal with this Xixia warrior who is greedy for life and afraid of death, and has no team experience. enough.

At this time, the Taizu Changquan in Li Goudan's hand had acquired the three flavors, and before he could make a real move, he opened and closed, and the surging momentum had already leaked out, like a dragon and a tiger, with unparalleled power.

Cold sweat was already breaking out on the forehead of the Xixia warrior. This unremarkable, scruffy little beggar in front of him actually exuded an aura no less than that of a captain in the barracks. He was so suppressed that he almost wanted to run away.

However, after all, it is the treasure that touches the hearts of the people. Under the pressure of these wealth, the Xixia warrior could not bear the desire after all. He suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and comforted himself secretly: "It's okay, no matter how skilled you are, you are still afraid of machetes. So what if the captain is as powerful? I don’t have a knife, I’m not afraid, I’m not afraid!”

Encouraging himself in his heart, he felt that blood was surging all over his body, and the usually jerky army sword technique was now much more rounded, and his moves also had a bit of momentum.

"Ah! Go to hell!" The Xixia warrior shouted loudly as if to cheer himself up, and he was slashing at the little beggar Li Goudan with his saber in his hand with all his strength on Mount Hua.The Xixia and the Beggar Gang belonged to hostile camps, and they were originally in the camp of life and death. The Xixia warrior's knife clearly showed his killing intent and he did not hold back.

"Huh!" The little beggar sneered, with disdain flashing in his eyes, he didn't dodge or dodge, his legs were like a cheetah exerting strength, and he shot out instantly, facing the Xixia warrior.He directly stretched out a pair of jet-black palms, and grabbed the chilly saber in the hands of Xixia warriors. At the same time, he rushed three steps in a row, using the "three-step fist", a common move in Taizu's long fist.

This move of three-step punch is a rare one-stroke continuous attack move in Taizu's Changquan. One punch falls, the second punch and the third punch follow the trend. After three steps, three punches are finished.If this move can be practiced to the peak, the move will return to the basics, and the three punches will hit the same part of the enemy's body in an instant. Unlearned.

Although Li Goudan didn't cultivate this move to the peak level, it was enough to deal with an inferior soldier who was greedy for life and afraid of death.

Only a few crackling sounds were heard, and the sternum of the greedy Xixia warrior had been broken, and he flew obliquely a few feet away, his chest collapsed and his head tilted, obviously he couldn't survive.

The irony is that when he was dying, he was still tightly clutching Shen Lin's money bag in his left hand, unwilling to let it go.

"I didn't expect to come out to fetch water casually, and you can kill the Xixia dog to accumulate merit!" The boy named Li Goudan rubbed his nose, took out a token from the Xixia warrior's arms, and his eyes flashed with blazing light, " If I kill a few more Xixia dog thieves, I can be promoted to a five-bag disciple. Mother, just wait, I will definitely become a hero like Gang Leader Qiao!"

"Huh!" Li Goudan put away the token, walked up to Shen Lin, stretched out his hand, and put it in front of Shen Lin's nose. He found that he was still breathing, but he just passed out. I know what I encountered, and I was unconscious in a place like Haoshuichuan, but I was lucky to meet me, otherwise I would have died in vain."

"Forget it, since we met, it's also fate," Li Goudan nodded, and picked up Shen Lin, "Take him back to see the elder!"

A scruffy young man, carrying a well-dressed man on his back, walked slowly into the distance, and the setting sun stretched their figures very long.

In the early morning of the next day, Shen Lin, who had exhausted his mental strength, slowly woke up. He opened his eyes, and what he saw was the figure of an old man.

The old man's back was facing Shen Lin, with his messy hair falling on his shoulders, and his clothes made of some old rags looked a bit sloppy.However, the three-foot broadsword he was carrying on his back was very sharp, and his body was dark, as if mixed with some strange precious iron. The blade was thick and exuded a cold light. Apparently, this old man's attainments in saber techniques are astonishing, reaching the level of human saber resonance.

The old man was flipping through a letter at this time. If he felt something at this moment, he put away the letter, turned his head, looked at Shen Lin, and smiled slightly: "Young hero, you are awake."

It was only at this time that Shen Lin could really see the appearance of this old man clearly. With messy hair like a lion, thick eyebrows and big eyes, he looked a little rough.The old man was dressed in rags, but there were many bags hanging on it, Shen Lin counted them carefully, and there were nine of them, which seemed strange.

"You are?" Shen Lin rubbed her head, recalling what happened before she fell into a coma.

The old man chuckled, a little gentle, but also a little free and easy: "Old man Wu Changfeng, don't know the name of the little brother?"

"Shen Lin," Shen Lin nodded lightly, and he had already recalled what happened before he fell into a coma. If he guessed correctly, this place should be the world of Tianlong Babu mentioned in the Baojian of Wuhun Inheritance, and these People should all be the aborigines of this world.

A gleam of surprise flashed in Wu Changfeng's eyes. After all, he was a strong man at the peak of a master, and his eyesight was naturally extremely strong. He knew that he was right. When this man heard his name, he was not surprised at all, as if he had never heard of it. Said the average.

Although he is not as famous as Wu Changfeng, the ghost-headed swordsman, in North Qiaofeng and South Murong, he is still one of the four most powerful elders in the world!In the martial arts of the Central Plains, it seems that this kid has never heard of it. Isn't he from the martial arts of the Central Plains?

When Wu Changfeng took Shen Lin's pulse before, it was obvious that Shen Lin's cultivation was so deep that he had reached the second-rate late stage, while his meridians were extremely broad, and his internal energy was so deep that he had entered the threshold of a first-rate master, not even inferior to General first-class early peak.

Judging by Shen Lin's appearance, he was only sixteen or seventeen years old at the most. With such superb martial arts at such an age, it is obvious that this person's talent is not much inferior to that of Gang Leader Qiao.

If Shen Lin was a disciple of the martial arts school in the Central Plains, he must not be an unknown person in the world, but why hadn't he heard of his name?

Could it be that he was a spy sent by Xixia or Khitan?Otherwise, how to explain these doubts?

Thinking of this, a sharp light flashed in Wu Changfeng's eyes.

If this is the case, he can't say and can only ruin this genius.

After all, everyone knows that when the two armies are facing each other, there is no pity for talent. The genius on one's own side is the genius, and the genius on the enemy's side will only grow into a disaster.

Thinking of this, Wu Changfeng's eyes on Shen Lin were sharp and murderous, and the original sloppy and casual aura was swept away.

PS: I have finally arrived in the world of Tianlong. Book friends who have read Ye Zi’s Smiling Proudly should be looking forward to Ye Zi’s interpretation of Tianlong!Don't worry, you won't be disappointed.Ask for favorites, ask for recommendations.

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