Martial Cultivator Chapter 45: 天日曰困困
The Furious Knife’.
Wang An sat on the stone pier in the backyard, opened the sword technique secret book, and browsed page by page carefully.
He memorized the muscles, bones, and strength methods involved in each sword movement in a very short period of time.
As he expected, the nearly 200 muscles that the Huowu Knife can exercise completely overlap with the 500 muscles that the Tiger God Fist can exercise.
This sword technique takes the "aggressive, aggressive, violent and dangerous" nature of flames and transforms it into the sword technique.
There are four styles in total.
Fire Knife, Ghost Fire Knife, Explosive Flame Knife, Fire Fang.
Among them, the Fiery Sword and the Ghost Fire Sword have one move in the light and the other in the dark. The former is fierce and the latter is cunning. They cooperate with each other and have their own unique changes.
The Explosive Flame Knife is a sword technique that imitates An Jin's killing technique.
Strikes the enemy with the back of the knife and transmits the force into the enemy's body through the back of the knife, instantly causing the enemy's skin to burst and bones to break.
Huo Lianya can switch back and forth between the double-blade style and the single-blade style.
In the single-sword style, a sword is constantly flowing between the hands, attacking and killing the opponent with a continuous flow of swords, overwhelming the enemy;
In the double-sword stance, the left-hand sword cuts through the enemy, and the right-hand sword follows in an endless sequence.
Wang An can understand the principles of the Huowu Sword technique at a glance.
Swordsmanship and boxing have always been universal.
He has trained 400 muscles all over his body and is very proficient in various methods of generating energy.
The current set of sword techniques does not require much practice at all.
After only five or six times, the wild goose-winged knife turned into a butterfly in his hands, flying around, sometimes violently, sometimes sinisterly, like an antelope hanging its horns, leaving no trace.
In this way, the Fire Fury Knife is mastered.
Through this sword technique, he got a glimpse of the secrets of the sword, and he was able to draw inferences from one instance and gradually transform some of the fist styles in the hand of Lei Shisan into the Huowu Dao.
After hard training, it was almost dusk.
When Wang An walked out of the backyard, he saw Uncle Zheng carrying a basket and preparing to go out.
"Uncle Zheng, where are you going?" He wiped the sweat from the back of his neck and asked Uncle Zheng.
"Li Sheng's family harvested quite a lot of radishes, and he asked me to pull out a few to eat in the morning.
I am going right now and will cook some soup for the young master later. "Uncle Zheng replied with a smile.
He is always smiling now, and his life is much more comfortable than before.
Wang An shook his head when he heard this: "Uncle Zheng, don't stay at home tonight. I'll find you a hotel in the city. You can go there soon and stay there for one night."
When Uncle Zheng heard this, he became pale and even dropped the basket: "Why, why?"
The old man suddenly thought: Could it be that the young master thinks I am old and wants to kick me out of the house?
He immediately rejected the idea.
The young master has always been a kind boy and would never do this.
That means that the young master may have encountered something.
I don’t want to drag down this old guy like myself!
"Master, if you have something to do, please don't bear it yourself.
This old slave can still do something for you! "Uncle Zheng became anxious and looked at Wang An's face, trying to get some clues from that delicate face.
However, this face has also changed a lot.
Wang An shook his head with a smile, walked over to help Uncle Zheng pick up the basket, and said, "Uncle Zheng, where did you want to go? The reason why I asked you to stay outside tonight is because a friend wants to go there tonight. Come on, it’s a little inconvenient for us if you’re here..."
What kind of friend would be inconvenient to get along with just because he is an old man staying at home?
Uncle Zheng was stunned.
Reacted immediately.
He looked at Wang An carefully and sighed in his heart: The young master is now a young man.
They also have their own needs.
It’s hard for me, an old guy like me, to say anything about this kind of thing.
So there was a smile on his face, he nodded and said: "Okay, then I will stay outside for one night."
Wang An saw the change in Zheng Bo's expression and knew that he was probably thinking of something else.
Without any explanation, he left the house with Uncle Zheng and took Uncle Zheng to an inn far away from Caiyuan Street. He paid money and ordered some food for Uncle Zheng to eat, so that he could stay there in the evening. Rest here.
After settling down with Uncle Zheng, he returned to Caiyuanzi Street.
It will be dark at this time and the sun will set in the west.
Wang An did not go back to his home, but went directly to Li Ying's home.
Li Ying still has an old father at home.
However, his father was a drunkard and never had any love for Li Ying. He would only ask for drink money.
Thinking in his heart, Wang An kept walking, and in a blink of an eye he was in front of Li Ying's house.
Downstairs with a dilapidated door, a black painted door was half open, and the door **** painting on the door was already mottled.
Wang An gently pushed the door open and entered the courtyard. He saw Li Ying's father sitting on an armchair in the main room, lying on his back and snoring with his mouth open. He was already drunk.
He walked quietly across the yard and found Li Ying's room.
There is a lock on Li Ying's room, but it is open at this time.
Indicates that its owner has returned before and plans to stay here for a while.
He pushed the door open, stepped in, and closed the door again.
Li Ying's room is clean and tidy, with a sandalwood table, huanghuali wooden chairs, a blue gauze cabinet, and a Babu bed.
Some women's obscene clothes were scattered on the ground, and there was a faint scent of powder flowing around.
There was a small table standing at the door of the room, with an extinguished oil lamp and a fire starter on the table.
"When Li Ying comes back at night, she will light a fuel lamp here to illuminate herself."
Seeing this oil lamp, Wang Anxin realized something.
He hid in the corner behind the small table, held his breath and concentrated.
Li Ying and herself were childhood friends.
He knows himself very well.
But later I discovered that this person was not someone he could have close friendship with because he had a dark heart, so I severed my relationship with him.
By chance, Li Ying was unexpectedly attracted by practitioners and was chosen as a disciple by Shuyuan www.zhaoshuyuan.com.
In this way, he became even more aggressive. During the apprenticeship banquet, he beat his former partner "Li Hou" half to death. He is still unable to get out of bed;
Later, he even brutalized women from good families.
Full of evil.
This kind of people stay in the world to harm others and themselves.
Instead of being a neighbor, I have to worry that he will kill Uncle Zheng.
What's more, Li Ying had revealed murderous intent towards him before!
In this case, God will not accept him, and the government will not accept him, then let yourself accept him and take his life!
To avoid long nights and too many dreams!
Li Ying is his first target.
Next, Zhenren Tang, Cui Yuanzhao, and Fu Zun will all die!
Captain Fang, I’m here to avenge you!
As a practitioner, Li Ying can control water and fire. He has countless spells in his hand, and he also has amulets of his own.
In this way, to fight with it, you must kill it at close range and in a short time.
Otherwise, when he reacts, he will be the one who dies!
Wang An has thought clearly.
He only gave himself three chances.
Li Ying will be killed within three swords.
Three swords determine victory or defeat, life or death!
The sky is getting darker.
Everyone can't see anything in the room.
Wang An stood in the corner, like a dead thing.
Outside, there was suddenly a loud knocking on the door!
Dang!
It was the sound of the courtyard door outside being kicked open hard and then bounced back.
The sounds of footsteps vary in severity and come from a distance.
The person who made the footsteps had unstable legs and feet. Either he had injuries on his legs or feet, he was lame, or he had drunk a lot of wine, and stepping on hard ground felt like stepping on cotton.
"My son, give me money to buy wine..."