Shifang Wusheng

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"What do you want to say?" Wei He was also happy to delay the time, and he was also observing the two Wu Shizong masters of inscription.

Speaking of which, he didn't have many inscriptions, so he was extremely unfamiliar with this level.

Now that I have the opportunity, I naturally have to learn a little bit about it.

"I want to ask, why did you kill him at that time? You can obviously arrest people first, and after you take them down, you won't have a complete stalemate with Wu Shizong and form a death feud with me." Song Ting asked curiously.

He didn't seem to care about the deaths of Song Qinghu and Yan Jiuzhen, but simply wondered about the answer to this question.

"..." Wei He fell silent.

"Why, is there something unspeakable?" Song Ting asked in surprise.

"No... nothing bad to say." Wei He sighed, "Actually, the truth is, I didn't intend to kill people...how could they think they couldn't stop them..."

"..." This time it was Song Ting's turn to be silent.

"Okay, big brother, why are you talking so much, you solved the problem with your hands! Hurry up! I have to go back to practice and train my heart!" Song Xiange urged again.

"You're very interesting." Song Ting looked at Wei He regretfully, "I heard that you were a member of my Wushizong branch back then, but it's a pity that you were not lucky enough to enter the inner courtyard, otherwise it would be a different situation now."

He took a few steps forward, stood still, untied his upper body Taoist robe, threw it aside and hung it on a tree branch.

"Wan Dumen was born in Tianyinmen. Speaking of which, I also fought against Shangguanji back then. Since his father failed, that guy has been getting worse and worse, and his spirit is getting worse day by day.

At the level of my generation, martial arts cultivation, if you don't advance, you will retreat, and if you retreat, you will be in danger, but he doesn't understand this truth.pity……"

"Brother! Don't say a few words!" The short and fat old man Song Xiange next to him yelled again impatiently.

"Okay, okay, Wei boy, I'm not the trash you fought against before. Be careful, I'm very heavy." Song Ting seemed to have a good impression of Wei He, and reminded him earnestly.

"Song Ting, Song Ting..." Wei He suddenly seemed to think of something. He had read a lot of books in Tianya Building before, and he knew a little about many old masters in Taizhou.

The name Song Ting was active 80 years ago. At that time, it was a top powerhouse with records in the state annals.

According to the records in the classics, he should also be the person who held the first seat of the Seventh Court of the Inner Court.

"Are you... Song Ting, the third master of Taizhou 80 years ago?" Wei He suddenly remembered, his face suddenly revealed.

"Haha, it seems that I still have some reputation. It's rare that people still remember me as an old man." Song Ting suddenly became happy.

"If that's the case, then I'll... leave you alone!"

The voice just fell.

Song Ting stepped forward and arched his body.

hiss! !

The muscles all over his body swelled rapidly, and his originally dark skin quickly turned black and red.

In less than two seconds, he changed from a tall and thin old man of 1.8 meters to a strong giant in his early [-] meters.

"The end of the shadow."

Song Ting turned his feet, and in an instant his burly figure turned into a phantom, rushing towards Wei He.

Bang! !

The continuous rapid and heavy footsteps merged into an explosion because of the excessive speed and rhythm.

Wei He only felt a blur in front of his eyes, and he walked in front of him.

He didn't dare to be negligent, the strength of his whole body that had been prepared for a long time burst out suddenly, the locked Qi and blood gushed out, and his body swelled loudly, returning to a three-meter figure.

Bang! ! !

The two strike at the same time, one with Huishan Fist and the other with Broken Heart Seal.

With punches and palms, the two majestic forces, one flexible and monstrous, the other thick and tough, are evenly matched.

After one move.

The two of them took a few steps back and regained their composure.

"Twice!" Song Ting laughed, "It's not really strong, but it's really strong to block it. It's interesting."

"Senior is also good." Wei He felt relieved, this is the true strength of Minggan.

If it was all trash like Yan Jiuzhen before, then he would be really disappointed in Minggan's realm.

So much danger, so little benefit.Totally out of proportion.

He estimated the strength of the opponent's active force, and he couldn't penetrate his protective force, but he could feel the threat.

In comparison, this Song Ting is still worse than Youfu, and stronger than Zhu Chen.It should be similar to the three-headed raccoon.

"Come again!"

The two stopped talking nonsense, and stepped forward to fight face-to-face in an orthodox manner.

Both of them are good at frontal combat. The strength of Wushi Huishan Fist is famous for its heaviness.

At this time, Wei He really realized where the real strength of Wu Shizong lies.

Song Ting's strength is not too strong, and the special effects of strength are only aggravated. Among the many special effects, the bonus is about half, which is not very strong.

The moves of Huishanquan are not very powerful, they can only be regarded as mediocre.

But obviously they don't look very powerful, but when the three are fused together, it seems to produce a chemical reaction, making Song Ting's offensive like a mountain.

Every advance and retreat, it seems like a mountain is moving.

The offensive is heavy and the defense is impeccable.

Relying on his body speed, Wei He accelerated and circled around, trying to find an opening in a blind spot, but after several rounds, he couldn't find Song Ting's opening.

A simple set of Huishan Fist, combined with the lingering real strength, actually formed a flawless defense like an iron curtain.

In the end, Wei He could only confront Song Ting face to face.

The two of you punched each other and fought head-on.Zhenzhenjin and Fuhaijin are also consumed head-on.

For a while, the sound of heavy impacts continued to explode, and no one could do anything about it.

Song Ting couldn't break through Wei He's bodyguard defense, and Wei He couldn't break Song Ting's bodyguard iron curtain.

Just when he was considering using Denglou and Jinghongjue, Song Xiange at the side made a move.

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"Sure enough, as the legend says, this kid has some kind of special strength, and it's really powerful to be able to block it." Song Xiange shook his hand, turned his palm into a fist, and raised it forward.

A trace of strength emerged from his fist face invisible, like smoke diffused.

"Unfortunately, if we fight each other on weekdays, maybe we will have a fair fight with you. But there is not much time now, so..."

Song Xiange's eyes froze, his right fist suddenly moved up and down, and he punched Wei He away.

"Go!"

laugh!

An invisible force turned into a silk thread, and suddenly hit Wei He like a hidden weapon.

This strength is extremely cohesive, and as soon as he touched his body, it pierced fiercely into the strength of Wei He's bodyguard like a sharp thorn.

"Come again!" Song Xiange punched again, and another powerful silk thread hit Wei He.

And Wei Hezheng fought Song Ting, so he didn't have time to pay attention to this guy's secret hands.

The two of them came and went on the official road, making potholes of different sizes on the ground from time to time.

The trees on both sides of the road also broke when touched, and the stones shattered when rubbed.

It's just that the strength of Song Xiange's attack is like a nail, firmly embedded in the strength of his body protection, and it is difficult to get rid of it for a while.

Wei He condensed his bone strength, gathered his palms together, knocked Song Ting back with a lightning palm, retreated a few steps, trembled all over, and was about to disperse the force of Song Xiange.

"Calm down!" Song Xiange shouted coldly not far away.

The force that had been driven into Wei He's body suddenly exploded.

The bone-chilling power was like a bomb, and it exploded in Wei He's body protection power, disrupting the circulation of the body protection power at once.

"This is!?" Wei He's heart awed, this kind of power use method was simply unheard of, and it was the first time he saw it.

But if he just wants to defeat him by such means, then the other party is thinking too much.

There is an endless supply of Qi and blood in his whole body, and the endurance of his strength is far beyond that of ordinary people.

At this time, the surrounding body protection power suddenly dissipated, and then a new body protection power was gathered again in an instant.

After dispersing and condensing, within a second, the stiffness is relieved.

At this moment, Song Ting came forward again, and a Huishan fist hit his face like a mountain, pressing down with heavy force.

Bang!

Wei He stretched out his hands and clenched his fists.

Then twist clockwise.At the same time, the right knee bounced and hit the opponent's elbow.

This move is another ultimate move in the Duanxin Seal, which is against one's heart with one's hands.

If it can be done correctly, Song Ting's body protection strength will definitely not be able to withstand Wei He's three-sided attack.

The combination of hands and knees exploded in an instant, enough to break his body's strength.

After all, although the two have not long fought each other, they both understand that each other's level of strength belongs to the same level.

You know, people with the same strength and skill, one uses only one hand, while the other uses both hands and one knee.

The two sides collided, and the one-handed man was definitely defeated.

This is the case at this time.

After all, Wei He was faster.Since there were no openings, he forcefully used the opponent's moves to forcibly create openings.

"Interesting." Song Ting smiled instead of being surprised.

His arm trembled, and his strength became extremely smooth in an instant, so that Wei He couldn't hold it in his hand, and it actually slipped out of his palm.

If Song Ting's arms cannot be restrained, this move will naturally fail.

Song Ting flipped lightly, fell back and stood still.

"You can develop such strength at such a young age. Are all the young people down the mountain as powerful as you?"

"Didn't seniors fail in the same way?" Wei He smiled.

"I don't dare to be tricked, otherwise, if I get a little injury, I will be infected by the poisonous gas contained in your strength. It's really dangerous." Song Ting unexpectedly saw that Wei He's strength contained a poison.

The rest of the people thought that Wei He had poisoned him separately, but he was the only one who could tell at a glance that Wei He was poisoning with his own strength.

"Come again!"

Song Ting bowed down.

"Since strength is not as good as yours, I will let you see what tricks are!"

As soon as the voice fell, his figure flashed and disappeared in place.

In the blink of an eye, Song Ting appeared at Wei He's side, and punched Wei He's temple.

Bang!

Wei He stretched out his hand to block it, and was about to fight back, but just after he made the move, he hit Song Ting's forearm, but as if he was catching a swimming fish, his hand naturally slid away.

"This!?" He didn't believe in evil, and once again his palms exploded like lightning, hitting Song Ting at the same time.

Bang bang!

Two muffled sounds.

This was not the sound of Wei He hitting Song Ting, but the sound of Song Ting taking the opportunity to hit him in the chest.

And Wei He's hands slid away from Song Ting's protective force again.

"Come again!"

This was the first time Wei He encountered such a situation. Wei He's heart skipped a beat, feeling that he still had enough strength to defend himself, so he ignored it, gathered all his bone strength in his hands, and slammed towards the opponent frantically.

With his speed, he can hit more than ten strokes in a blink of an eye.

But after more than ten moves, all Wei He's moves fell on Song Ting, and they would slide away naturally, as if he didn't put any effort at all.