From the Ming Dynasty, we will conquer the world

Chapter 9: So Many Things, Always Urgent

Although he had a lot of thoughts, the middle-aged man acted very quickly. Without anyone noticing how he moved, several flying needles suddenly shot out and went straight towards Xu Xing.

Fortunately, Xu Xing had already noticed that there were many hidden talents and masters in this living room, and they were already scattered in all directions.

Every move he made during the fight was like a master's plan, coordinating the overall situation and leaving enough energy to deal with sneak attacks from the dark.

Therefore, as soon as the middle-aged man took action, Xu Xing felt it and had a countermeasure.

He first hit Xiyu's sword with his stick, sending her and her sword flying. Then he used the force to jump outside the round table and leaned over to avoid the flying needles.

Xiyu could not withstand such strong force, and even the Water-Splitting Sword in her hand was pressed against her shoulder. The remaining force penetrated the sword and hit her white collarbone purple.

When Xu Xing stood up, he stretched out one foot forward, pressed against the edge of the table, hooked and flipped it, and used the spear-lifting force of "fishing for the moon in the bottom of the sea" to lift up the table top.

The wooden table was turned from horizontal to vertical and stood in front of Xu Xing, like a thick wooden wall.

After kicking out, Xu Xing landed heavily on the ground with his right foot, his foot rotated horizontally, the tendons on the inner thigh and calf were twisted, the sole of the foot was slightly lifted, and then he stomped the ground hard.

This is the wave-turning and drilling force in Xinyiquan, which is brought out by Xu Xing's leg skills that he has practiced for nearly twenty years. Its power is three or four times stronger than that of a fist.

The stones used for paving the floor suddenly shattered, and the entire right foot sank deeply into the ground. A surge of force rose up, causing the waist, hips, and body to rotate, and the left leg kicked onto the wooden table.

The wooden table was kicked into the air and spun rapidly, flying sideways, like a huge millstone that had spun to its extreme, broken its axis, and crashed straight out.

You can imagine how terrifying this power is. If it hits an ordinary person, his bones and muscles will be broken and his flesh and blood will turn into mud in an instant.

With the help of the middle-aged man, the female swordsman Xiyu finally recovered and steadied her staggering body. She wanted to pick up the sword and attack again, but saw the wooden table flying towards her, so she had to use the "White Snake Hiding in the Grass" boxing stance to avoid it.

She stretched out her left leg, bent her right knee, leaned forward, and pressed her back down, as if she had suddenly transformed into a nimble snake. She leaned forward and dodged into the grass, sticking close to the ground, avoiding the unstoppable "wooden millstone".

Even so, the strong wind broke off the strands of Xiyu's black hair, and as soon as the hair broke, it was carried forward by the wooden table.

The specifications of this reception room are extraordinary. The large round table was set up by Shen Yishi for a banquet for Zheng Michang and others. There are screens all around it to avoid being seen by others.

About ten steps away from the round table is the private back hall where Zheng Michang, Ma Ningyuan and others had a conversation. The tables, chairs, plaques and hanging screens were all arranged in two rows, showing its grandeur.

However, the force of Xu Xing's kick was so great that the solid wooden round table first flew into the air, three feet off the ground, then suddenly crossed the distance and crashed into the back hall.

In his hands, this luxurious furniture has turned into a powerful weapon designed for slaughter.

This made everyone feel Xu Xing's determination to wipe out the enemy completely and leave no one alive.

The sound of the wind burst like a series of firecrackers exploding in the air.

The screens and windows in the entire reception room were shaking and crackling, and the hanging paintings and calligraphy and the spread tablecloths also fluttered like huge flags fluttering in the wind.

Xu Xing and the female swordsman acted so quickly that Zheng Michang and the others were dazzled and had no time to escape.

Seeing this big round table flying towards him with such violence, Zheng Michang's chest immediately tightened, his teeth chattered, and his whole body became numb as if he had suffered a stroke, unable to move at all.

He could never have imagined that there was such a vicious assassin in the world.

Damn it, you’re going to kill everyone in the room without saying a word?
Ma Ningyuan held back a curse word before he could even utter it. It seemed as if all the air in the hall was sucked out, his chest tightened, his old face turned purple, and he almost passed out.

Only Shen Yishi could remain calm for the time being.

Fortunately, the middle-aged man Lei Bin still has some energy to spare.

He took a deep breath, inflating the membranes all over his body. His clothes expanded and swung out from the inside out. He used a rolling step to generate force, stomped the ground with one foot, and suddenly rushed forward, blocking the wooden table.

The rolling step, commonly known as "rolling circle", involves rolling with the soles of the feet and the heels. Every movement makes the step round, and every step takes root.

Lei Bin's grinding steps have reached an extremely high level. He can grind the strength of the soles of his feet into a thin thread that takes root everywhere. When his feet move, the stone floor becomes deeply dented, and small round pits are stepped out.

He rolled his feet, twisted his waist, and following the spiral force, he struck the wooden table with his palm.

With a loud bang, the entire wooden table broke into pieces, split into a pile of wood pieces, fell to the ground, and shattered into fine wood chips.

It can be seen how powerful this palm is.

Xu Xing realized that this was the Mian Zhang short-range kung fu. When he was practicing boxing in the north, he had also seen some Mian Zhang masters, but no one had reached the high level of "stretching like clouds, and every move forming a circle" like Lei Bin.

Xu Xing also understood why this man's flying needles were so concealed.

Mian Zhang short fighting mainly trains the skin and flesh. After reaching the great boxer level of body training, one will be able to combine the twisting force of the skin and the explosive force of the flesh into one.

Therefore, when Lei Bin fired flying needles, he didn't need to use his muscles and bones to exert force. He only needed to shake his skin and flesh to shoot flying needles out from all over his body.

This is the realm of double body refining, the realm of achieving great success in both skin refining and flesh refining.

If Xu Xing was just slightly surprised, then Lei Bin was shocked, stunned, and even horrified!
He never expected that Xu Xing would still have such powerful strength after repelling the drizzle. Just kicking out a wooden table forced him to use all his strength to deal with it.

If this person had just attacked with a stick, I'm afraid...

Thinking about the strategy to deal with the enemy, Lei Bin frowned. He had to admit that this was a powerful enemy he had never encountered before.

Xiyu also held a sword and rushed back to Lei Bin's side.

Although she was young, she had considerable combat experience and knew that if she forced her way into the fight again, she would be separated from her companions and would give Xu Xing an opportunity to fight.

In this case, it is better to retreat first. After all, compared with a war of attrition, the pressure brought by a siege is many times greater.

Even a great boxer cannot escape the famous saying that "two fists are no match for four hands".

However, Xu Xing's attention at this time was no longer on Xiyu or Lei Bin.

All he saw was the old man who was slowly standing up.

Even though there were two halls between them, Xu Xing's skin felt a slight tingling sensation and his hair stood on end.

The old man's hair was black and white, and his figure was not very strong, but he had a kind of majestic aura that was different from ordinary people.

His name is Lian Sheng, and he is codenamed "Colorful Juggler" because of his superb boxing skills, his magic tricks that can bewitch people, and his habit of wearing a colorful cloak.

Liansheng is a Black Stone elder. His status and boxing skills are second only to the leader, the Chakravartin. He also often interacts with various nobles, so naturally he develops a graceful demeanor.

He listened to the numerous footsteps coming from outside, stretched out three withered fingers, and said slowly:
"Young man, you have trained your boxing skills well, but unfortunately, you took the wrong road and came to the wrong place."

Although Liansheng's tone was flat, his words always revealed a sense of condescendingness and arrogance.

When Xu Xing heard this, he did not refute it. He just glanced at the three people and nodded:

"You three are indeed rare masters. That little girl is good with the sword, and is an expert at using flying needles. Your physical training is no worse than mine. As for you..."

Although Xu Xing acknowledged the old man's words, his tone was still nonchalant.

It was as if even if it was a real den of dragons and tigers, it would not matter to him.

It was not until he mentioned the old man that Xu Xing's tone fluctuated and showed some interest.

He raised his head and stared at the old man.

The look in his eyes was not like he was looking at an unrivaled enemy, or even a person, but rather like he was looking at an extremely rare and unique beast that he had never seen before. "After failing to become a Grandmaster, he was able to practice his boxing skills again. Interesting, really interesting."

If Lian Sheng's attitude is arrogant, then Xu Xing's current performance is simply arrogant!
He continued, "I heard from the little monk that your Chakravartin of Black Rock seemed to have seized half of Bodhidharma's body. Now it seems that it is true.

Now that I have the good fortune to encounter it, let me see how effective this so-called 'immortal treasure' is."

When Liansheng heard this, he suddenly laughed, with some sympathy in his tone, and said earnestly:
"From the sound of your voice, you believe in this nonsense about 'immortal treasure'?

The way of alchemy and the classics of alchemy sound mysterious, but when you comprehend them, they are just that simple. Going from a human to an immortal is just empty talk.

Although I failed to break through the barrier, I have gained something. I can take it and put it down. If I fail, I fail. It doesn't matter.

No matter how good your boxing skills are, if you are obsessed with it, you will end up dying without a burial place."

Liansheng's words are indeed profound, and have a kind of bewitching temperament.

In just a few words, even Lei Bin and Xiyu were affected. The murderous aura in their bodies disappeared a little, and it was obvious that they were thinking seriously.

To reach the immortal gate through martial arts has been the pursuit of martial artists for thousands of years. Once the legend is shattered and the belief is crushed, it will be a huge blow to martial artists, especially to talented people who aspire to the supreme martial arts.

Xu Xing also laughed.

That is completely the attitude of an adult towards a child. Children say whatever they want, so there is no need to refute them. You can just think it's funny.

He looked at Liansheng's self-righteous look, shook his head, sighed, and said with emotion:
"You don't understand. You don't understand."

What Lian Sheng said might be right or wrong, but it had no effect on Xu Xing.

He was an alien who had died once. Naturally, the world's social customs, human nature, power and status had no reality for him.

Except for the people he cares about, all worldly affairs cannot restrain Xu Xing's mind.

This kind of free and detached mentality is the important factor that has enabled him to make rapid progress in martial arts over the years without encountering any setbacks.

Even if you master the martial arts to perfection, what does it matter if you can’t reach the sky or become an immortal?
If you don't have the courage to persist and do something even though you know it's impossible, how can you punch with all your might?

Xu Xing knew very well that life was as fleeting as a white horse, extremely short, and success or failure was secondary.

I am afraid that if I cannot seize every minute and every second and pursue one thing wholeheartedly, in the end it will be like the previous life, with nothing gained and only regrets left.

With a sigh, he took a step forward and chanted:
"How many things——"

As he was chanting, Xu Xing placed his left palm against the end of the stick, held the end of the stick with his right hand, and crossed over to the messy front hall and struck with the stick.

The two muscles on his back bulged high like protruding peaks, and his shoulder blades flapped violently, stirring up a surge of air.

This exertion of energy was like a golden-winged Peng bird reviving in Xu Xing's body. It flapped its wings violently, as if it was about to tear apart this cumbersome body and leapt 90,000 miles into the sky.

This is the most powerful and fierce opening move in Yue style Sanshou, named Great Peng Spreading Wings.

Now when it was performed in Xu Xing's hands, there really was a powerful force that could sweep the north and south and reach a thousand miles. The suffocating gale blew away, disrupting the exquisiteness in the room once again.

It was not until this moment that Xu Xing's words just now came to his ears.

"Never in a hurry."

Xiyu drew his sword and stood up, with all the muscles in his body tensed up, forcing out a round and firm force, like a shadow attached to the sword, showing the meaning of "the body follows the sword" to the fullest.

Now that he was facing the enemy head-on, Lei Bin made no attempt to conceal his movements. He stepped in circles, turned his body in circles, and used all his strength. His skin and muscles seemed to become one, forming a powerful bow that moved continuously.

The penetrating power and lethality of the flying needles shot out in this way are more than several times greater than before.

But after stimulating his whole body with the method of "Spreading the Wings of the Great Peng", the power that Xu Xing could burst out at this moment was several times higher than before, and he took a step forward at an incredibly fast speed.

"The world is turning——"

Amid the fierce battle, Xu Xing's voice was still clearly audible, every word was audible, and he sounded calm and at ease.

It was as if he was not fighting a life-and-death battle with three great masters, but just as his name suggested, he was walking slowly and leisurely in the garden.

He just dodged Lei Bin's flying needle formation and came in front of Xiyu. He twisted his hands and chopped down with the long stick.

There was a deep and vibrating sound in the air, as if it was not an iron rod, but a heavy Spring and Autumn sword, which was about to chop the drizzle on the spot.

"Time is running out."

Xiyu originally wanted to attack Kang Xing, but was surprised to find that there was not a single flaw in Xu Xing's attack.

This kind of stick force is enough to turn the world upside down.

This is no longer a case of death if touched or injury if rubbed, but death if touched or rubbed.

With such courage and power, how could the drizzle resist?
She wanted to use her sword to dodge the stick, but the injury to her collarbone made her power not smooth and there was a hint of stagnation, so she failed to dodge it.

With just one touch, the "Water-Breaking Sword" in her hand was broken into several pieces, and the mercury in it splashed out like raindrops and splashed on the ground.

After breaking the sword with one stick, Xu Xing did not waste his energy to break Xiyu's throat. Instead, he kicked her out with his mandarin duck legs, and swung the long stick in his hand to meet the rope that was rushing towards him.

It was not until then that Xiyu heard clearly the last sentence of Xu Xing, which seemed like a long sigh coming through the wind and rain.

"Ten thousand years is too long—"

After being kicked like this, her slender body flew far away like a kite with a broken string, hit the wall at the end of the hall, and slowly slid down, her life or death unknown.

When Xu Xing came with the stick, the rope had already sensed it. He lightly tapped the ground with his right foot and rubbed his toes. Only by coordinating the front of his foot and his toes, he moved his body away.

The painted cloak fluttered, rustling like an eagle spreading its wings. Then two bright flames spread out from under the cloak and rolled towards Xu Xing.

They were two thick-backed short swords that were burning with flames.

The strong smell of gunpowder was so strong that even Zheng Michang and Shen Yishi, who took the opportunity to hide at the end of the hall, could smell it.

They looked at Lian Sheng with shocked eyes. In their eyes, Lian Sheng's performance of "creating fire in the void" had gone beyond the scope of boxing and was close to magic.

In fact, this is only because Liansheng's double swords are coated with some special kerosene with an extremely low ignition point.

Once the knife is swung too quickly, friction with the air will generate heat, and the kerosene will ignite, covering the blade and forming the amazing sight of "flaming blade".

He walked slowly without moving or shaking, but his voice suddenly became louder, and the passionate and vigorous spirit that was about to burst out seemed to be smashing down towards the rope along with the stick.

"Seize the day!"

Many things are always urgent; the world is changing, time is pressing. Ten thousand years is too long, we must seize the day!
Hearing these aspirational poems and seeing Xu Xing's effortless figure repelling the enemy, Shen Yishi's true literary nature came out and a sense of heroism suddenly arose in his heart.

The word "OK" suddenly rushed into his throat and he almost spit it out and shouted.

Fortunately, he remembered that the situation was unclear, so he forced the word back. His chest suddenly heaved and he felt extremely uncomfortable.

But when Lian Sheng was broken, I didn't have such a feeling, I just felt a blackness in front of my eyes.

When Xu Xing swung out the stick, the strong wind and shadow it created were like a real roc spreading its wings, covering the sky!
(End of this chapter)