Romance of Dragons and Snakes

“Didn't expect the battle to end so soon? The boxing technique of Beichen An, experience is not under Zhu Hong Zhi, and he has too much physical strength, but he actually loses when he goes in and out? It was unexpected. ”

The first race ended so quickly, something most martial artists in the room didn't think of.

There was a lot of talk.

But it's all about the less powerful martial artists, and the real masters see the way.

“Mastery is a factor of only 50 percent of one moment's experience, kung fu, physical strength, and the other half is about luck. The state of the scene is changing, no one can really grasp the error at all. This time Zhu Hongzhi and Beichen An fight is like that. Beichen An, if the first hand does not attack, but takes a solid defense, roots in the body, and lets the other party attack, then the strength is lower. Zhu Hongzhi is afraid of losing, but winning and losing is still not a good idea. Zhu Hongzhi is old, but he was famous for decades, and there are few hidden killers in his hands who can barely speak of it. Beichen Yan obviously anticipated this too. He wanted to take advantage of the thunderbolt momentarily to prevent Zhu Hongzhi's killing tactics. There was no mistake in his method. ”

These two whispering conversations are a pair of young men and women.

The young man was Chen Xiaoquan of the martial arts family Chen Jiagou, while the girl was the mysterious master of baggage. Yue Peng is the most outstanding young figure in the Yue family, known as "Xiao Lanting”.

These two sentences ask questions and answers, Chen Xiaoquan, and Xiaolanting.

Obviously, Xiaolanting's martial arts world is much higher than Chen Xiaoquan's.

“There is no mistake in Beichen An, and if I were Beichen An, I would certainly do the same. People like Zhu Hongzhi, since they dare to play. There must be a kill tactic in hand, rather than a solid defense, instead of a direct attack, let the opponent's killing tactics unfold. ”

Yuexi frowned, the interface.

“There was no mistake in his approach, but a mistake in his mentality. He attacked violently, trying to take the upper hand, not to be defeated by Zhu Hongzhi. It's all about winning. He didn't have an overwhelming advantage over his last name, but he wanted to win it all. It was this little mindset mistake that cost him his life. Remember not to be too optimistic when fighting, but not too cautious. Hey, but a moment of real confrontation, all kinds of fights, changes in mentality are like a moment of death lens, just weird land departure, in such a moment, you have to choose accurately, go hypocritical, be real, only the Buddhist mind has the ability to do that. Even if it were me, the three husbands, there would be no such thing. ”

Little Lanting had no expression on his face.

“Belle, if that woman doesn't fall down in this martial arts convention, you collide, she will be an important enemy to you. This woman and Autumn Cicada is a young man of one rank, a rising rookie masterpiece, and there must be a part of them on the stage. ”

Wang Chao's ears moved and he sat quietly next to Ho Jing Dao.

Huo Zhenger's eyes glistened, far apart, and his eyes stabbed the small lantern far away.

Just as Hobel's eyes fell on Xiao Lanting, Xiao Lanting sensed them almost simultaneously and projected them.

Thousands of meters apart, of the tens of millions of people, the eyes looked at each other and seemed to friction each other.

After a glance, Xiao Lanting smiled and retracted his gaze. Huo Zhenger wrapped his fingers around a circle: “It turns out he's my opponent. ”

At this time, in the center of the site, the organizing committee of the martial arts congress entered, and a group of medical personnel lifted the North Chen 'an out. However, Beichen An has been broken by a half-step fist, not only the intestine is broken, but the bladder and pelvis have been damaged, it is already half-dead, and the rescue cannot be saved, so that lifting the first aid is only formalism.

Ten minutes after the first game, the computer's big screen flashed violently and countless names flashed.

The second round of computer ranking has begun again.

This martial arts convention is purely one-on-one. Not divided into lots of rings, lots of venues to try at the same time.

In other words, each of the five or six thousand people present this time has a real opportunity to stand in the middle of the venue and receive a great deal of attention.

This is to indicate the official surname and serious surname of this martial arts congress.

Every fighter, in battle, opens his or her life in the eyes of all. Show yourself to everyone and burn yourself.

Such a one-by-one, though a waste of time, is imperative.

However, the martial arts congress was held for one month and could be extended.

As a result, thousands of warriors have gathered for a month, and how many unpredictable things can happen? Especially in such a complex situation as the martial arts congress, where spies from different countries and military masters are mixed in for different purposes. To stir the rain.

A month's time, complicated circumstances, these two deadly factors, said that the Korean side wanted to hold it, but after many considerations abandoned it for the same reason.

“After watching such fights, I realized that no special army martial arts training, champion gold belt championship, etc., was worth mentioning. ”

Among the highest secret compartments, Russian Prime Minister Pupkin's hands were rubbing against each other and his face was very excited.

“Do you want to rub your hands and compete with these people?” Bao's grandfather was joking too.

“Then no." Pupkin rubbed his hand and put it down, shook his head, picked up a high-fold military telescope around him and looked into the middle of a distant field. Although the lobby in the compartment has a huge screen clearly broadcast, this martial arts obsessed "tsar” still has to see the duel in the field with his own eyes.

The flashing name on the big screen finally stopped.

It shows the names of two people, but there are no Chinese martial artists. It is the name of a typical martial artist from the Arab world of the Middle East, and a name that has a rather classical European flavour.

The two names displayed on the big screen are.

Hassan Ben. Hobo.

Rad, after the two names were shown on the big Frederick screen, the whole scene whispered loudly. It's like the names of these two people represent something.

But whisperers, mostly Muslim martial arts masters in the Middle East, as well as some fighters in Western Europe, and some mysterious people, dressed in robes, cloaks, wearing crosses, like Christian priests.

And the rest of the Chinese, who say themselves, the Koreans, the Thai boxing world, the yoga world, etc. are a little confused about what's going on. Why these two names give rise to whispering.

So, the people here, they're all looking at the center of a huge field.

At this time, in the circle where a large group of Muslim martial artists gathered, a gloomy, bone marrow frozen laugh, a figure stood up, took two steps, suddenly a series of steps, his body like an arrow, moved to the center of the site. It took a long distance from the tall seats to the center of the venue, but this person took a short time. It's more than twice as fast as the world record for the Olympic champion's 100-meter sprint.

This kind of strength, explosive power, appeared all at once, causing goose bumps on all the ninety-nine of the experts present.

And the rest of the top masters are in great surprise.

Because of the strength this man has shown, he's already Danjin!

How come it's not shocking?

When he arrived, the shadow shook for a moment and steadily stopped, but it was a half-old Muslim denominational magpie dressed in a wide white robe with a white cloth wrapped around his head, a hawk with a big nose and yellow eyes.

The temperament of this man is half old, giving a very shady feeling, the shady, bone marrow frozen yin chill.

“Who is this? Ibaiti, the highest martial arts achiever in the Arab world, has been killed by my master. Why is there another dancing expert? Why wasn't this man among us when we invited the world to hide the masters? ”

Holly opened her eyes.

“Christian and Islamic civilizations have begun to collide. This Hassan. Ben Hobo, not a martial artist, but a religious leader. So without inviting him, he was also the true heir to the ancient Muslim boxing. His faction's martial arts, when I say four words, you will understand. ”

Yan Yuan Yue Dao, she spoke between the words, the sound is not very loud, but centered on her, the Chinese martial artists around her can hear clearly.

“Which four words? ”

Holly asked.

“Old man in the mountains. ”

“turns out to be the assassination leader of the Muslim religion... The true legacy of ancient Muslim martial arts is unexpected today. No wonder it's like the religious leaders of Japan, but the religion of Muslims is much more orthodox and ancient than the religion of Japan.” Hearing these four words, Ho Linger already understood.

“No mistake, this Hassan. Ben Hopper, the old man in the mountains, Hassan. Authentic descendants of Ben Sabah are also a mysterious spiritual leader in many organizations of Islam today, as well as martial arts instructors assassinated by many terrorist organizations. ”

"“ The old man in the mountains, Hassan, Ben Sabah's assassination organization specializes in the assassination of kings. The legacy of this martial arts was developed on a real battlefield: the Crusaders, the collision of Christian and Muslim civilizations. It was precisely that that culminated in the ancient martial arts of Muslims. In the strict sense, Ibaiti is not the highest achiever of Muslim martial arts, and what he has learned is Chinese boxing. And this Hobo, the great master of ancient Muslim martial arts in the true sense. ”

The old man in the mountains, Hassan. Ben Sabah, an ancient Muslim martial arts practitioner, is the equivalent of Damo, Zhang Sanfeng, in the martial arts circles of Western countries and the Arab world.

The elderly man in the mountains, a Muslim martial arts archdeacon and part-time religious leader, was also mentioned in Kim Yong's novel, namely Huo Shan, the founder of the Persian "Holy Fire Order” martial arts.

The old man in the mountain is also described in the Earl of Mount Christ of the Great Jubilee. The elderly in the mountains assassinated the French monarch when Christian civilization collided with Islamic civilization. In the minds of the French Christians, this has already burned the population.

Assassination of the King's religious leader, assassin archbishop, peak of Muslim martial arts!

“How much does Islamic civilization, Christian civilization, have to contribute to the development of martial arts after years of collision, crusade, two hundred years of fighting? Unfortunately, we know too little about the real world of martial arts in this circle, not necessarily even historians who specialize in this area of history. ”

Wang Chao raised his head.

From 1096 to 1291, two hundred years ago, Christian civilization waged ten great wars and slaughtered Islamic civilization. They're all cold-weapons fights.

War is fertile ground for martial arts development.

The same is true of China, from Tang Dynasty Shaolin monks and Tang army practice, to Song Taizu's Tai ancestral fist, to Yue Fei's fist, to Qi Jiguang's practice fist. Some of the ultimate martial arts are refined by a thousand hammers in the army, and are ultimately perfected after being tested in action.

So Christian civilization, Islamic civilization, has a corresponding martial arts development.

Wang Chao never doubted that.

“Yeah, but that Rad, Frederick, was a Christian priest. I don't know. How about force? These religious people are not martial arts, but they are very secretive. Even if they are good at it, we can't invite them. ”

Wind mining interface lane.

“To practise religion, it must be accompanied by powerful force, without which it can only eventually disappear into the dust of history.” Wang Chao Dao: “Christian civilization, Islamic civilization, Buddhist civilization, these three religions, after so many years of development, must have two brushes. But these people, they're not very good at hiding, and I've always expected that. At this martial arts congress, not only the resentment of our Chinese martial arts community, but also the great resentment between Christian and Islamic civilizations, has become more and more wonderful. ”

“Well, that Lud, Frederick, is out there. Looks like this fight's not suspenseful. ”

Wang Chao raised his head.

At this time, in the center of the square, another priestly man walked down. This man was very tall and a little white, but he had hawk-like eyes, long fingers, a rather pulled figure, mountain-like momentum, tranquillity and vibrancy.

This man, Rad, Frederick. Last name is Frederick, first name is Raad.

He walked down the site, stopping 30 meters from Hobo, the Muslim martial arts master, in front of the religious leader.

The two of them were face-to-face and did not say anything.

Until the bell rings...

As soon as the bell rang, Hopper started, and he seemed eager to kill.

His legs turned and his whole body rushed forward, but not in a straight line, but in a weird s-shaped route, like a swimming snake!

More frighteningly, as he rushed forward, his coccyx joints at the back of his hips snapped and his bone joints trembled violently, making a series of noises.

This sound, like a rattlesnake in a desert. But the sound was much louder than a rattlesnake.

At the moment of his outbreak, the fast reacting masters in the room suddenly felt that this Muslim religious leader had become a giant rattlesnake.

Reach your hips, your coccyx explodes and moves like a thunder.

His energy was a bit similar to that of a snake-shaped dragon, but the route was creepy and the smell was unspeakable and poisonous. In the blink of an eye, he swims in front of Raad, Augustus, his tail blows again, and the whole person seems to jump high.

Rad, Frederick, suddenly punched Hobo in the throat.

Hit the snake seven inches.

A simple punch is the weakest link in Hobo's chain of attacks.

His boxing skills are simple, and he hasn't changed much, like boxing. But his power was so great, he was so fast, he actually had the power of the Black Fist King.

Just this punch, you can see, Rad, Frederick took a simple route. Abandoned all change, at the fastest speed, the strongest force, the most accurate mental sensation, to strike the enemy at the weakest point of the moment.

Such a boxing technique is a horrible one.

But when Hobo opened his fist, one hand suddenly reached into his belly, and then swam up along the middle line of his body instantly, just up to the throat knot, punched forward, punched out, just up to Rad, Fidelity's fist.

This punch by Hobo was very mysterious. He started with his belly and moved vigorously, swimming up against his body and punching it out in front of his mouth. It's like a snake puking.

... just this punch, collision.

Rad, Frederick's arm was directly fractured, revealing a slightly painful look on his face. His body, backwards, seemed to be running. Such a big field, enough to keep him running for a while.

Hobo's tail rang again, his feet didn't know what to do, his body walked another s-shaped curve, and he directly intercepted Ladd, Fidelity, hey, hey, smile, his hands popped, he actually held each other's body, his body tight, jumped up.

Boom! One jump later, by the time he landed, Rad, Frederick had all his skeletons crushed.

Fight over.

Hobo wrapped this up, jumped up the force, leaving the other side's feet off the ground, no place to borrow, only to live in the air strangled, no chance to resist, this method is classic! It's also typical of mysterious Muslim martial arts! It's very different from Chinese boxing!

“Augustus... I'm waiting for you...”

After killing Rad, Frederick. Hobo hey hey smile, shouted loudly in the seat where the English super-European fighters gathered, then walked straight back to his seat.

In the seat, a man dressed in a white gold priest robe buried his head deep beneath, as if he had heard the four words of Augustus and gradually raised his head.

(To be continued)