Shen Yiren, who was hazy, looked inexplicable, and this scene was indescribably strange and inexplicable. It was as if some invisible man was beating him terribly.
For Fu Xiang, there is only more horror.
Because he knew that the attack did not come from outside the body, nor from anyone else.
He knew it clearly from the first slap.
This, this palm strength is... Fuxiang God Palm!
The power of the Fuxiang God's palm, which he had practiced all his life, suddenly poured out from nowhere, and slammed heavily under the Fuxiang's neck, flank, and then on the chest, shoulders, thighs, crotch... and so on. The strength in each palm is round and mature, strong and violent, and he is the only one in the Fuxiangmen who can have it. It is like his own unique signature, and outsiders can't imitate it.
What hit him was his own palm.
Palm after palm, his body was twisted, broken, and cracked out of thin air in a place where no one was there, and his condition was extremely evil. He couldn't understand this situation, the pain in his body was something he had never experienced as a killer for many years. He has always been hiding in safety, fighting only certain battles. Even the injuries were never fatal. And the palm power that emerged from the body struck one blow after another, and each palm was full of deadly lethality. He had never been so close to death.
But more than the physical pain, what drove him crazy was the fear in his heart. The incomparable fear of this unexplainable matter seemed to overwhelm him, and even the pain seemed insignificant.
What exactly is going on...
Who is it
Why am I doing this
Such questions flooded Fu Xiang's mind.
Until a heard voice rang in my mind.
【Fuxiang】
This voice is extremely clear, it is not like a memory, nor is it sound transmission, but someone really speaks in the brain.
You, who are you! Where are you!
Fu Xiang endured the pain to search left and right, but he couldn't even see a figure.
[What I'm talking about now is a piece of my mind hidden in you]
[When I fought, I did some tricks on you]
[If you can hear my voice at this time, it means that you have really attacked Shen Yiren] It's you! How can this be!
Shen Yiren finally couldn't stand the heavy sleepiness at this time, and her delicate body fell backwards. The smooth and delicate skin trembled in the cold wind, and the tightly hugged front placket finally couldn't hold it anymore and slowly slipped out of his hand.
Suddenly, Shen Yiren vaguely felt his body warm. He seemed to be hugged by someone, covering his body with a warm felt. It's as comfortable as being by the fire. Shen Yiren curled up like a cat, leaning against the person with the snow-white part that was hard to grasp with both hands. The person seemed to feel a little inconvenience, but there was nothing he could do.
The warm, as if sunshine-like, breath of a young man filled the nasal cavity.
Shen Yiren, who has always considered herself a hero in women's middle school, suddenly had a strange feeling in her heart. She felt that her waist that was being hugged seemed to be flaky and weak. She felt that something was wrong, but she felt that her whole body was limp, and she just wanted to lean on him for the rest of her life.
For a moment, this woman who plans to rely on herself for the rest of her life, this girl who has great ambitions before her twenties, feels that she can find a place to live in this man's arms.
At this moment, she slept very sweetly.
Fu Xiang was almost demented, and the voice of this person was still playing in his mind, but this person appeared. Silent, like a ghost.
【This is your own conspiracy, you deserve it】
[But I have to ask you anyway]
"The taste of being attacked by your own palm, is it okay?"
The man's voice was lazy and magnetic, and it was combined with the voice of Fu Xiang in his head. The impression in his mind and the smile on the corner of his mouth completely overlapped into one person.
"It's you, it really is you..."
Before Shen Yiren fell into a complete coma, she clearly heard Fu Xiang helplessly call out a person's name.
"... Ming is not true!!"
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Chapter 39 The heart sword kills, the subconscious enters the dream
Fu Xiang looked at me almost desperately, my appearance, no, it should be said that I was full of energy, and the fact that I appeared in good condition made him suffer a huge impact. But in my opinion, he bent his body more because he was hit by the force of his own palm.
Fuxiang, like a wounded beast, roared loudly at me, shattering the snow all night. His throat was also injured, and his voice was hoarse when he spoke. Because of the severe internal injury, he vomited blood when he opened his mouth. But even so, he said with deep resentment: "Ming is not true! You, what have you done to me! Why are you okay!"
I covered the ears of Boss Shen in my arms, looked into his eyes, and practiced my profound arts silently. He suddenly seemed to have only stopped, and the violent breath in his eyes suddenly lightened a lot. He himself didn't understand why the irritability in his heart was reduced by a glance as if it was being drawn away.
"Are you weird? But those who have practiced their internal strength to this level should know what heart sword murder is, and subconsciously fall into the dream."
Heart sword murder and subconscious dreaming are not myths and legends, but two subjects in martial arts.
People with high internal strength tend to have sharp eyes that are real, and to this extent they can almost hurt people just by looking at them. This is the internal qi and external flow, and triggers the principle of self-injury of the other's qi. The heart sword killing and subconscious dreaming are also based on this principle, but the two martial arts are a higher level.
Xinjian is the inner strength based on the mind, and the key is to attack the mind.
The subconscious is the brain-based internal power, aiming to enter the brain.
If you master these two kung fu skills, you can kill people without raising your hands. It can make people fascinated and even become a puppet without hands.
Therefore, martial arts involving the subconscious field of the heart and sword are also known as soul-soul art in the arena.
Spirituality has a wide range. The most powerful and the most legendary is the pupil technique.
Those who practice high-level pupil art can see through the true flow of the enemy, and take advantage of them in battle. What's more, it can hurt people with eyesight. There are masters of this level of pupil surgery, and there are not even a few records in the black and white book.
There are also many different types, such as the so-called ecstasy Dafa, which cannot be separated from the two categories of mind and soul techniques, the sword of the heart and the subconscious.
However, the cultivation of Soul Soul is too targeted and too dependent on the cultivator's qualifications. In addition, there are many drawbacks, and if the internal force is more than the opposite, it will be counterattacked by the enemy. Moreover, the mind and soul technique is extremely focused on mental strength. Even if the internal strength is worse than the opponent, the mental strength will still be attacked by the enemy.
That is to say, even if your cultivation base is unparalleled, if you encounter a stubborn and indomitable opponent, you are just a cow herder. This martial art may not be effective, and even the disaster of backlash is extremely violent. Therefore, it is unlikely that this kind of martial arts will be circulated. Later, because many people who learn this martial arts practice unrighteousness, it will be passed down as a magical sorcery instead of martial arts.
As far as I know, there are less than ten sects involved in this field, and most of them are still remaining.
… Daluoshan is one, and the Demon Sect is another.
So I just...
However, there are still many problems in the study of the subconscious mind and sword, so most of the current soul art can't actually kill people in the air, and the subconscious mind can transform the human brain. At most, it only hurts people internally or confuses the enemy for a while.
Fu Xiang showed a ferocious expression on his face: "Nonsense!! Your hands and feet under me are definitely not the subconscious mind and sword."
"I haven't finished talking yet, you are too anxious when you are old." I said lightly: "You may not know much about this internal skill.
My hands and feet on Fuxiang are strictly speaking martial arts in the category of subconscious dreaming.
Concentrating the mind is a martial art that confuses the enemy and affects his subconscious control of the body. It seems that some people also call this hypnosis.