Qin Dynasty: Sword Asks the Bright Moon

In the sight of Zi Nu, the entire village fell into a strange tranquility.

The bandit did not dare to speak because of fear, but Zi Nu thought that Yang Ming should have some follow-up. At this time, she had found her position and was still waiting for Yang Ming's next action.

But Yang Ming was speechless at this time. The palm that had completely defeated the courage of all the bandits had drained his strength, and now he was so weak that even a child could push him down.

Amid the fear of the bandits, Yang Ming stood attentively, frantically mobilizing the few remaining Xuyun Jin in his body to regain his strength.

As time passed, a bandit who was fairly good at observing people suddenly fell to his knees and shouted: "The villain Zhang Qi has met the big leader and his wife."

Following this person's actions, the other bandits suddenly realized that they had surrendered, and fell to their knees one by one. Under the chain effect, hundreds of people had knelt in front of Yang Ming and Zi Nu in the blink of an eye.

Zi Nu looked at the scene in front of her and subconsciously opened her mouth, saying something like 'Mrs. Big Leader', but her reason made her suppress what she wanted to say immediately. Now was not the time to make matters worse.

Yang Ming looked at the scene in front of him. Even though he knew that the people in front of him were just a mob, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride.

Looking at the men, women, and children kneeling in the village, they are all human beings, living people, but now they are all kneeling at his feet, and all of this was obtained by his own strength.

How can a man live in a state of depression between heaven and earth for a long time? Feeling the awe of the hundreds of people in front of him, Yang Ming instinctively heard these words in his mind.

At this moment, Yang Ming understood why he had never understood the Fengshen Legs in the past ten years.

In the past fifteen years of his life, as the son of a banker, his only goal was to survive. Deep in his heart, he only had the sorrow of being a traveler and a stranger in a foreign land.

The maturity and stability that Uncle Biao saw in him also proved that he still lacked the madness of youth. Just as the Paiyun Palm is more important than emotion, the meaning of Fengshen Legs is in the word "crazy".

In the past ten years of his life, Yang Ming had everything except the madness that a young man should have.

But it was different now. When he decided to capture a Black Wind Stronghold with the power of himself and Zi Nu, that ray of madness belonging to Yang Ming was already brewing.

After he killed all the leaders of Black Wind Village, that ray of madness had completed its growth. At this moment, the youthful loyalty and madness that belonged to Yang Ming had been completely generated, and the training threshold of Fengshen Leg had been passed. breakthrough.

The only response to the bandits was the whistling of the north wind. At this time, Yang Ming's mind was completely absorbed in another matter.

In the depths of his soul, the image of Fengshen's legs that had not been lit for more than ten years lit up at this moment. Between the shadowy figure practicing his legs, wisps of faint energy merged into Yang Ming's body. in the body.

Xuyun Jin, which was almost dry, suddenly became active with the influx of wisps of Qi Jin. It continued to grow and gradually evolved into another type of Qi Jin: Shenfeng Jin.

As the Kamikaze Jin wanders around the body, more and more Xuyun Jin is mobilized. With the integration of Kamikaze Jin, the already lifeless Xuyun Jin becomes violent again.

Wisps of Xuyun Jin collided crazily in Yang Ming's body, turning into more violent Divine Wind Jin. The Divine Wind Jin continued to evolve into Xuyun Jin, making Xuyun Jin even stronger.

At this moment, the wind was surging inside Yang Ming's body.

Fengshen Kick and Paiyun Palm Quilt are one of the basic martial arts that constitute the three-point return to vitality, although the Kamifeng Jin and Xuyun Jin evolved from the two are two completely different internal forces.

But at this time, a perfect cycle can be formed between the two. The wind moves the virtual clouds, the virtual clouds become the wind, and the combination of wind and cloud is a more powerful force.

At this moment, in Yang Ming's body, Shenfeng Jin and Xuyun Jin formed a perfect cycle. In just a moment, Yang Ming's nearly dry body had recovered 50% of its internal energy.

In the depths of Yang Ming's soul, the first four movements of the Fengshen Leg were all illuminated, namely the first movement to catch shadows in the wind, the second movement to catch strong grass in the wind, the third movement to rain and violent wind, and the fourth movement to move vigorously and resolutely. , in just an instant, Yang Ming had mastered the first movement of Fengshen Leg.

The first style of Fengshen Kicks, Catching the Wind and Shadows, is based on Qinggong body techniques. It is the basic essence of Fengshen Kicks. It is not offensive in itself, but the speed of those who practice this style is invisible and as fast as a shooting star. It is the most extreme Qinggong. Shenfa.

When Yang Ming realized the wind god's legs deep in his soul, the entire village was silent, with only the sound of suppressed breathing and the whistling of the north wind.

Gradually, Zi Nu realized something strange about Yang Ming, and among the many bandits, there were one or two thoughtful people.

The wordless silence reminded them of a possibility.

"Brothers, take action, the villain has no strength left, he is bluffing." Suddenly a loud shout came, completely breaking the peace of the village.

As soon as he finished speaking, one of the gangsters who had been ups and downs grabbed the bow and arrow next to him, suddenly jumped up, and the arrow was already pointed at Yang Ming.

"Be careful." Realizing that Yang Ming might have fallen into some mysterious enlightenment, Zi Nu subconsciously stood in front of Yang Ming.

Yang Ming's speed was faster than Zi Nu's, and the speed far surpassed that of the cloud trace phantom. It bloomed at Yang Ming's feet. The first move of the Fengshen Legs caught the wind and shadows. The speed was so fast that it could catch the strong wind and catch the afterimages.

Zi Nu could only see an afterimage in the corner of her eyes. The bandit who raised his bow and arrow had no time to release the arrow before he was kicked away by a leg shadow. With a muffled groan, a flower of blood bloomed.

Only then did Zi Nu take a closer look at the situation in front of her. In her sight, while Yang Ming was kicking away the bandit who raised his bow to resist, he focused his palm force on the kneeling bandit next to him, breaking his tendons. In the sound of bones, another person was killed.

"You seem to be very courageous." Yang Ming looked around at the group of gangsters coldly and said in a serious tone.

"How dare a villain dare to tie the big leader's tiger beard? It's all because of Zhao Gouliu's lard. He is extremely arrogant." The bandit Zhang Qi who was the first to kneel down quickly said with his head.

It is really too terrifying. The mysterious and powerful palm technique is so fast that it is almost invisible. How can such a being resist?

Besides, he was a bandit who didn't even have a ranking in the village, and he didn't care if there was another leader.

There was even a vague expectation in his heart. Now that all the big and small bosses in Black Wind Village have been killed, can he also get a seat as a small boss?

With the guidance of Zhang Qi, all the bandits who had just managed to show a trace of luck and impulsiveness gave up their struggle.

Now they no longer dare to gamble. Life is good. No matter before or now, they can't enjoy the treatment of big and small bosses, so why bother to fight?

"There shouldn't be any accidents now." Zi Nu looked at the scene in front of her, and her tense nerves completely relaxed.

As her nerves relaxed, Zi Nu instantly felt the pain from her back. Three deep scars were still left under the sharp claws, even though they were blocked by a thick winter coat.

Just now, because the situation was undecided, Zi Nu couldn't care about her injuries. Now, the bone-crushing pain has truly dominated every inch of Zi Nu's nerves.