Just as Yi Xiangfeng judged, Lu Shanmin seemed to have the upper hand, but in fact he did not get much advantage.

The ability to withstand blows, which he had honed since he was a child while rolling out dumplings, had no advantage in front of Qi Han.

If Qi Han had only carried out self-revolution in the concept of martial arts before, then this battle was to put this post-revolutionary concept into practice to verify and explore.

At the beginning, Qi Han was not able to perform freely, but as the two sides played against each other longer, he became more and more comfortable.

Although Lu Shanmin's reaction and speed were obviously higher than his, it didn't matter. He only needed to protect his vital parts from heavy blows.

In a fight at this level, hitting the opponent first is not necessarily a good thing, because when you hit the opponent, you actually expose your own weaknesses and give the opponent a chance to strike later.

Qi Han used the Xuanwu tactics to their full potential, neither rushing nor slowing, advancing and retreating, but always entangled the Lushan people. Once the distance was close, he would look for opportunities to counterattack in the opponent's attack.

The same is true for Lu Shanmin. He is taking a path without precedent. In these years of internal and external training, apart from the combination of internal energy and muscle strength, there has been no substantial breakthrough in the integration of internal and external practitioners.

That is to say, after arriving in Tianjing, the continuous training of wars, coupled with the recent calm realization, my state of mind has been rising, and I have gradually found a deeper integration between the two.

There is never a shortcut to success overnight in this world, even if Dao Yi and Lao Huang find another way to lay a solid foundation for him, it will not work.

This is like fighting each other, drawing a square with one hand and a circle with the other. It seems easy, but in fact it is more difficult than climbing to the sky.

Through this battle, he is also proving his martial arts.

Sometimes it's strong, sometimes it's light, sometimes it's wild, sometimes it's elegant, sometimes it's powerful enough to move mountains and shake the earth, sometimes it's like a concerto, alternately high-pitched and graceful, sometimes soaring into the sky, sometimes falling into the abyss.

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The two primeval killers collided together again and again, crashing from the mountainside to the top of the mountain, shattering rocks and breaking trees along the way.

There was a sudden loud bang on the top of the mountain, and a tall figure fell from the top of the mountain like a meteor and crashed into the dense forest, causing the earth to tremble slightly.

The next second, another iron tower-like figure jumped from the top of the mountain and hit the place where the previous figure landed.

There was another loud noise, and several tall trees in the forest suddenly fell.

Ma Jun was horrified and still frightened. This was not a sparring match, but a battle of life and death. He was a little worried about Huang Jiujin. After all, he was seriously injured a month ago and has not recovered yet.

Turning to look at Lu Chenlong, his somewhat strange face had a calm expression, without any trace of worry.

"Uncle Lu," Ma Jun couldn't help shouting.

Lu Chenlong clasped his hands behind his back and looked at the snowflakes in the sky in the distance. "To untie the bell, the person who tied the bell must be tied. Only they can untie the knot in their hearts. If I stop it now, the knot will never be untied for the rest of my life."

"But," Ma Jun wanted to say what if something happened if the fight continued like this.

Lu Chenlong looked solemn, "When I was young, I felt that life and death were the first priority. If you experience enough and widely, you will find that there are many things in this world that are more important than life and death."

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Chenlong turned to look at Ma Jun, "How many of you have come out of Mazui Village?"

Ma Jun also looked away from the dense forest in the distance. "Five of them were all selected by Grandpa Huang himself. At that time, every midnight, the big black head would take a few of us to practice martial arts in Yaozi Mountain." Thinking of those days

In the scene of practicing together, Ma Jun showed a smile on his face, and then some sadness appeared on his face. "Now Pei Gu and I are the only ones left."

Lu Chenlong said oh, with a faint apology on his face, "You are all good boys from Mazui Village."

"It was you who allowed us to see a broader landscape." Ma Jun looked up to Lu Chenlong, "You have always been a god in our hearts."

Lu Chenlong smiled slightly and asked, "How long has it been since you went home?"

"In the first few years I went back occasionally, but in recent years I have not gone back for the safety of my family."

"You want to support your son but your relatives are not here. Go back. While Second Master Dou is still here and your parents are still here, go back and fulfill your filial piety and don't leave any regrets for yourself."

Ma Jun was stunned for a moment, "I will go back after the dust settles."

"The dust has settled," Lu Chenlong said leisurely.

Ma Jun looked at Lu Chenlong blankly, not quite understanding what he meant.

Deep in the dense forest, the corners of their mouths were bloodshot, and their bodies were covered with fist marks. On their exposed skin, bloodstains of varying depths criss-crossed. As they breathed, their solid muscles opened and relaxed, revealing the huge power hidden inside.

Ready to come out.

The two people attacked each other tirelessly, without any fancy tricks, simple and rough, full of wildness.

After landing, Gao Chang's body made a deep pit on the ground. The imposing momentum of Mount Tai fell from the sky, and the iron tower-like figure pressed down.

Gao Chang thrust his fists on the ground and stood up like a carp.

"Boom"! Huang Jiujin's body fell into the deep pit, with one leg bent and the other half kneeling.

The momentum suddenly increased again, the whole person bounced off the ground, leaped high into the air, stretched out his arms, stretched, and struck out, the snowflakes shattered, the branches and leaves exploded, and the air hissed.

The two called for a punch in the air.

"Humph"! Gao Chang groaned and fell backward.

Huang Jiujin stood up again immediately after landing, bending his knees and following the shadow.

"Bang"! His knees touched Gao Chang's chest.

Gao Chang let out a groan again and flew backwards.

The momentum became more and more intense. Lu Chenlong and Ma Jun looked towards the dense forest. They started fighting from here to the top of the mountain, and now they fought all the way from the top of the mountain to here.

"It's almost time to end." Lu Chenlong said calmly.

As soon as he finished speaking, Gao Chang's figure flew out from the depths of the jungle. After landing, he knelt on the ground. Blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth and stretched into a long thread.

The next moment, the iron tower-like figure rushed out of the dense forest, as powerful as a dragon and as wild as a tiger.

Gao Chang only paused for a moment, then stood up and charged Huang Jiujin again.

The sound of impact was endless, and every time it sounded, Gao Chang retreated more than ten meters. Every time he retreated, Gao Chang launched another charge as always.

The yard where the two were fighting was getting closer and closer, Gao Chang's reaction speed became slower and slower, and the force of each charge became smaller and smaller.

Ma Jun's blood boiled with excitement. He was also a master at the peak of the later stage of Moving Mountain Realm, and he also had the determination and courage to fight without fear of death. However, after seeing this battle, he still had to respect Gao Chang.

He raised his head and looked at Lu Chenlong. His expression was still calm, with no intention of stopping him at all.

The back-and-forth offensive situation between the two sides has completely changed, and it has become a unilateral attack on Gaochang by Huang Jiujin.

But Gao Chang still didn't stop, he just gritted his teeth and charged mechanically again and again, only to be hit hard by Huang Jiujin again and again and knocked back.

It wasn't until his body broke the fence of the yard and fell into the yard that he half-knelt on the ground and didn't get up for a long time.

But he still held his head high, blood emerged from his forehead, corners of his eyes, nose, and mouth, and gathered on his chin, falling drop by drop to the ground. The thin snow was dyed bright red, and a brilliant flower bloomed.

spark.

Huang Jijin walked into the courtyard step by step, stood in front of Gao Chang, and looked down at him.

Gao Chang gritted his teeth and struggled for a long time but failed to get up.

Ma Jun was a little nervous. Although Gao Chang was the murderer of Grandpa Huang, the fact that he was able to come with Uncle Lu now proved that he was forced to do so. If the big black head killed Gao Chang, although his revenge would be avenged, he would definitely feel sad because of it.

It leaves a knot that can never be untied.

Ma Jun looked at Lu Chenlong for help, hoping that he could say a word, but Lu Chenlong was just two people in the courtyard dealing with an ordinary case and had no intention of speaking.

Gao Chang knelt on the ground, breathing heavily, "Kill me to avenge your grandfather."

"I see in your eyes that life is hopeless. Do you want to die?" Huang Jiujin looked down at Gao Chang.

"If my death can untie the knot in your heart, it will be a worthy death."

"You can be liberated by dying, and you don't have to live in self-blame and pain, right?"

Gao Chang did not answer and lowered his head slightly. He could not sleep peacefully for many nights. The image of his master before his death appeared in his dreams every night, torturing him so much that he was worse than dead.

A pair of big hands came into view. Gao Chang raised his head and saw Huang Jiujin stretching out his hands to him.

Gao Chang was filled with grief, "You won't kill me"?

"If you want to die, nothing is so easy in the world. You think too wonderfully."

Gao Chang stretched out his hands tremblingly and placed them on Huang Jiujin's hands. A huge upward force came from his palms and lifted him up forcefully.

Gao Chang's body was swaying and he almost fell down. A big hand hugged him around the waist and supported his figure.

Thousands of emotions gathered together and suddenly poured out. The man, whose face was covered with blood, had tears flowing from the corners of his eyes.

"Uncle Gao"!

Gao Chang's whole body trembled violently, and he hugged Huang Jiujin. His wails rang out in the mountains, shaking the mountains and forests.

A man who had stepped into the half-step of Vajra fell deeply into the arms of another man and cried like a three-year-old child.

It has been five years since he killed his master with his own hands. No one but himself can understand the suppressed pain in his heart. No one knows how many nights he has been haunted by nightmares.

He thought that his whole life would be spent sinking in this nightmare, degenerating, torturing him, condemning him, and dying. He never thought that one day he would be able to get rid of this pain and nightmare.

Blood, tears, and snot gathered together. Gao Chang hugged Huang Jiujin tightly and cried until his heart was broken, his heart was broken, and he cried until he was in darkness.
Chapter completed!