The Great Tao Chronicle

The pictographic boxing has many meanings. One finger imitates the predation and hunting of animals. The so-called "pictograph takes the meaning". Monkey boxing, tiger boxing, mantis boxing, snake boxing, etc. belong to this category.

The second is to imitate the form of a drunken man, wake up from drowsiness but do not fall asleep, and use the kung fu during the shaking, such as drunken fist, drunken sword, drunken stick and so on.

But the pictographic boxing mentioned by Xue Zheng is the essence of martial arts in his life, and it is a boxing method that is extremely masculine and strong.

He took the idea of ​​the elephant with the greatest strength on land, because he believed that his boxing technique was the first in toughness.

In fact, in today's martial arts world, it is also recognized that pictographic boxing is the first in toughness.

"Yes."

Jing Xiaolou replied, stood up, walked to the edge of the Huxin Pavilion without any hassle, and said from a distance:

"It's inconvenient to play boxing alone, why don't you and I fight one or two times?"

"Ok?"

An Qisheng's eyes turned, and the fist turned around, stepping out ten meters in one step, raising his arm and punching, straight as a spear pierced:

"Just about to see Brother Jing's great tricks!"

"good!"

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

Stepping out one step, Jing Xiaolou's aura exploded. With a flick of his arms, he fell from the top, hitting An Qisheng like a whip like a hammer!

Boom!

An Qisheng's mind flickered, and he seemed to see an old elephant hissing in the sky, striding and shaking its nose!

On land, elephant power comes first.

Jing Xiaolou's action was full of energy, it was as if an old elephant was galloping, swiping his nose and stomping, and before the punch had reached, the air that was lifted had already blown An Qisheng's hair.

boom!

An Qisheng changed his fists and raised his arms like a big spear.

boom!

The fists collided, making a dull collision sound.

As if being blown by a tenth-level gust of wind, An Qisheng's exposed skin was shaking wildly.

Under this punch, it was as if an elephant had thrown its nose.

boom!

An Qisheng's bones and muscles vibrated, and the small bridge deck was cracked with a 'click' under his feet, and his strength was released.

Baji's stomping effort is not only about exerting force, but also in unloading force.

"good!"

Jing Xiaolou couldn't help but let out a sigh of admiration without knocking An Qisheng back with a single punch, and at the same time his arm shook, and he swung out from here.

Snapped!

Straight like a long whip, the force exploded at the end.

Jing Xiaolou pulled out his arm, as if the air had been blown up, An Qisheng, who was breathing heavily, was hunting.

"This is Xuemen Pictographic Fist?"

An Qisheng felt a tightness in his chest, his strength burst forth, his arms stretched forward, and he approached him again.

bang bang bang~

The strong wind was raging, and the two of them collided hard and fast, and collided more than ten times at the edge of the Huxin Pavilion.

"This Bajiquan is really extraordinary."

Jing Xiaolou became more and more surprised the more he fought, and was full of admiration in his heart.

Elephant is the strongest animal on land, and no kind of ferocious beast can resist its enormous power.

The pictographic fist takes the meaning of an elephant, the fist is violent, the fist is like an old elephant throwing its trunk, it pays attention to the freedom of swaying, the chain is continuous, the hands are like a whip like a hammer, and the strength is layered on top of one another.

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

An Qisheng became more and more frightened as he fought. He felt that Jing Xiaolou had room to spare, so he did not use his full strength.

The strength of his shots was similar to his, but when more than ten punches collided, his arms were numb, and the tiger's mouth that had cracked yesterday was shaken open.

"If it goes on like this, three punches at most, I'm going to be beaten to death!"

When An Qisheng gritted his teeth, his mind wandered.

Bang!

Another punch.

An Qisheng's chest suddenly rose and fell, as if an air flow exploded in his throat, and he let out a low voice.

Crackling!

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

boom!

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

With a stomping, the force rolled up.

The fist that was pressed down by Jing Xiaolou suddenly shook, as if the tip of the gun jerked violently, it shook Jing Xiaolou's arm.

Immediately, he punched forward and pierced his chest!

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

"what?"

Jing Xiaolou's arm bounced, and he was shocked.

The arm 'hooked' from top to bottom, landed on the chest, and opened it, blocking An Qisheng's punch.

boom!

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

Kacha~

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

Unprepared, he fell into the lake.

"You child."

In the Huxin Pavilion, the old man glanced at Jingxiaolou and shook his head slightly:

"Even if the pavilion collapsed, would I still blame you?"

An Qisheng was also a little surprised by the last punch he broke out, but Jing Xiaolou had already mastered the four layers of strength, and it was already like a meltdown.

However, he never let go of his strength and suffered.

"The pavilion is the place where the teacher sits for a long time, how dare the disciple lose half of it?"

Jing Xiaolou just smiled, shook his shoulders, swept over the wooden bridge, and stretched his hand down: "Brother An?"

Snapped!

An Qisheng reached out to hold his palm and climbed over the wooden bridge.

"Brother Jing's kung fu is superb, I'm not an opponent."

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

"Brother An has not yet entered the enlightenment stage. To be able to do this is better than I was at that time."

Jing Xiaolou shook his head slightly.

"Bajiquan, you have already acquired all kinds of three flavors, and the last punch made this old man a little surprised."

In the Huxin Pavilion, the old man shook his head slightly:

"It's the unfortunate accident of the bridge crack that made your clothes wet."

"what?"

An Qisheng was about to say something when UU Reading www.uukanshu.com suddenly felt a warm current blowing, and immediately felt a little hot.

As soon as the old man's voice fell, it was as if he had suddenly come to the boiler room that was heated in winter. His eyes were a little sore and his hair was browned by the rolling heat.

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

In his induction, Xue Zheng at this moment is like a flaming boiler, the flames are soaring, as if it can boil the lake water!

It was like the Taoist Juechen who was evaporating the rain from the sky before the Golden Temple of Wudang Mountain.

Seeing that the body temperature of the gods and warriors can reach such an incredible level.

"Come and sit down."

The old man waved his hand slightly.

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

"Let's go, Brother An."

Jingxiaolou, who had exited far away, walked over, patted An Qisheng on the shoulder, and walked towards the Huxin Pavilion.

An Qisheng felt novel, but he was used to it.

"The manpower has reached this level, which is almost extraordinary."

In the Huxin Pavilion, An Qisheng sighed sincerely.

"Extraordinary?"

Hearing this, the old man shook his head:

"Once upon a time, I thought so too. Later, when I knew more, I knew that transcendence was a dead end."

"What do you mean by that?"

An Qisheng was a little puzzled.

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

Not knowing what to think, the old man sighed:

"Lao Tzu, Sakyamuni, Guigu, Peng Zu, Chen Tuan...Unfortunately, they are all dead."

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