Great Dao Ji

Xiangtong boxing has many meanings. One finger imitates the predatory and hunting movements of animals. The so-called "taking meaning from the image", monkey boxing, tiger boxing, mantis boxing, snake boxing, etc. all fall into this category.

The second is to imitate the form of a drunkard, to wake up and not sleep, and to fight while shaking, such as drunken boxing, drunken sword, drunken stick and so on.

But what Xue Zheng said about Xiangxingquan is the essence of his lifelong martial arts, which is a very yang and strong boxing method that integrates many boxing techniques from the people and the military.

He took the name of the most powerful elephant on land because he believed that his boxing technique was the most powerful.

In fact, in today's martial arts community, Xiangxiang Quan is also recognized as the number one in strength.

"yes."

Jing Xiaolou answered, stood up, walked to the edge of the lake pavilion unhurriedly, and spoke from a distance:

"It's inconvenient for one person to perform boxing. How about you and I fighting each other?"

"Um?"

An Qisheng's eyes turned, and his fist turned accordingly. He took a step ten meters away, raised his arm and punched, and it went straight like a spear:

"I'm about to see Brother Jing's clever move!"

"good!"

Seeing An Qisheng punch like a spear, Jing Xiaolou's eyes lit up, his body shape changed, he raised one arm and threw it out!

With one step forward, Jing Xiaolou's momentum surged. He swung his arms and fell from the top, hitting An Qisheng like a whip or a hammer!

boom!

An Qisheng's mind flashed, and he seemed to see an old elephant neighing in the sky, stepping forward and shaking its nose!

On land, elephant power ranks first.

Jing Xiaolou's move was full of vigor, just like an old elephant galloping, flicking its nose and striking. Before the fist hit, the air flow had already blown An Qisheng's hair.

Bang!

An Qisheng changed his fist path and raised his arm like a big gun.

Bang!

The fists collided, making a dull collision sound.

An Qisheng's exposed skin was shaking wildly, as if being blown by a ten-level strong wind.

With this punch, it was like being kicked by an elephant.

Bang!

An Qisheng's muscles and bones were shaken, and the bridge deck cracked with a "click" under his feet, releasing his strength.

Baji's stomping skills are not only about exerting force, but also about releasing force.

"good!"

Even though one punch failed to knock An Qisheng away, Jing Xiaolou couldn't help but let out a sigh of admiration, and at the same time, he shook his arms and threw them out.

Snap!

It's like being whipped with a long whip, and the force explodes at the end.

Jing Xiaolou pulled out his arm, as if the air had been blown away. The air blew through An Qisheng's clothes.

"Is this Xuemen Xiangxingquan?"

An Qisheng's chest felt tight, and with great strength, he thrust his arms forward to meet him again.

Bang bang bang~

The strong wind stirred up, and the two of them clashed head-on and fast. They collided on the edge of the lake pavilion more than ten times in succession. The sound of the fists clashing was as fast and low as a drum beat.

"This Bajiquan is really extraordinary."

The more Jing Xiaolou fought, the more surprised he became, and he was filled with admiration in his heart.

The elephant is the strongest animal on land, and no ferocious beast can withstand its power.

The pictographic boxing refers to an elephant. The punching path is fierce, and the punches are like an old elephant shaking its trunk. It pays attention to the free and continuous chain, and the hands are like whips and hammers, and the strength is layered layer by layer.

Ever since he learned boxing, he has rarely encountered such a head-to-head opponent.

The more An Qisheng fought, the more frightened he became. He felt that Jing Xiaolou had left some room and did not attack with all his strength.

The strength of the attack was almost the same as his, but the collision of more than ten punches left his arms numb, and the tiger's mouth that was cracked yesterday was opened.

"If this continues, I'll be punched three times at most and I'll be beaten to the point of losing my breath!"

An Qisheng gritted his teeth and his mind wandered.

Bang!

Another fist collision.

An Qisheng's chest suddenly rose and fell, as if air was exploding in his throat, and he let out a deep cry.

Crackling!

There seemed to be a series of firecrackers going off in An Qisheng's body, and his face, hands, and all exposed skin instantly turned red.

Bang!

There was a loud noise under An Qisheng's feet, the wooden bridge cracked, and spiderweb-like cracks spread like spreading concentric circles under his feet.

Stomping his feet, his energy surged.

The fist that was pressed down by Jing Xiaolou suddenly shook, just like the tip of a big gun beating violently when it shook, it shook Jing Xiaolou's arm.

Immediately, he punched forward and penetrated the chest!

Astonishingly, it was An Qisheng who converted the spear he learned from Wang Honglin into a boxing technique, and it exploded!

"Huh?"

Jing Xiaolou's arms bounced up and he was shocked.

His arms came down from top to bottom, fell on his chest, and opened up to block An Qisheng's punch.

Bang!

Jing Xiaolou shook his shoulders and took three steps back, his mouth slightly dry and sweet.

Click~

After a collision, the wooden bridge under An Qisheng's feet broke and could no longer bear the shock of his feet.

Caught off guard, he fell into the lake.

"You kid."

In the pavilion in the center of the lake, the old man glanced at Jing Xiaolou and shook his head slightly:

"Even if the pavilion collapsed, would you still be blamed?"

He was also a little surprised by An Qisheng's last punch, but Jing Xiaolou had already mastered the four levels of strength and had already transformed. With a shake of his feet, he could release his strength and fall to the ground.

However, he never gave up his strength and endured it all his life.

"The pavilion is a place where the teacher sits for a long time. How dare the disciples lose even half of it?"

Jing Xiaolou just smiled, shook his shoulders, walked over to the wooden bridge, and reached down: "Brother An?"

Snap!

An Qisheng reached out to hold his hand and climbed onto the wooden bridge.

"Brother Jing's kung fu is superb, I am no match."

An Qisheng wiped the lake water on his face and his body was soaked.

"Brother An has not yet entered the state of transformation, but he has achieved this level, which is better than what I did at that time."

Jing Xiaolou shook his head slightly.

"Bajiquan, you have already mastered various three flavors. The last punch surprised me a little."

In the pavilion in the center of the lake, the old man shook his head slightly:

"It's just that the bridge cracked, which made your clothes wet."

"Huh?"

An Qisheng was about to say something, and suddenly felt a warm current blowing, and then felt a little hot.

As soon as the old man finished speaking, it was as if he suddenly came to the boiler room for winter heating. The rolling hot current made his eyes a little sore and his hair a little burnt yellow.

An Qisheng's heart was shocked, knowing that the heat was emitted from the old man's body.

In his perception, Xue Zheng at this moment was like a blazing boiler, with flames rising, as if he could boil the lake water!

Just like the Taoist Juechen who evaporated the rain in front of the Golden Palace of Wudang Mountain with his heat.

Seeing that the body temperature of a divine warrior could reach such an incredible level.

"Come and sit down."

The old man waved his hand slightly.

When An Qisheng came back to his senses, his clothes and hair had already dried.

"Let's go, Brother An."

Jing Xiaolou, who had retreated far away, came over, patted An Qisheng on the shoulder, and walked towards the pavilion in the middle of the lake.

An Qisheng felt novel, but he was already accustomed to it.

"Human power reaching this level is almost extraordinary."

In the pavilion in the middle of the lake, An Qisheng sighed sincerely.

"Extraordinary?"

Hearing this, the old man shook his head:

"Once upon a time, I also thought so. Later, I knew more and knew that extraordinary is a dead end."

"What do you mean by this?"

An Qisheng was a little confused.

"Throughout the ages, there have been people who have truly transcended the mundane and embarked on another unpredictable path."

Not knowing what he remembered, the old man sighed:

"Laozi, Sakyamuni, Guigu, Peng Zu, Chen Tuan, it's a pity that they are all dead."