Romance of Dragons and Snakes

Chapter 480: The old man in the mountain!

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"I didn't expect the battle to be over so soon? That Beichenan's boxing skills are not inferior to Zhu Hongzhi's experience, and his physical strength is even better. How could he be defeated in one advance and retreat? It is really unexpected."

The first match ended so quickly, which was something that most of the martial artists present did not expect.

Discussions arose one after another.

However, the discussion is all about martial artists below Huajin, but the real masters have seen the way.

"The contest between masters is in a flash. Experience, kung fu, and physical strength only account for 50% of the factors, and the other half depends on luck. The state of the scene is ever-changing, and no one can really grasp it. There are no mistakes. The fight between Zhu Hongzhi and Beichenan this time is like this. If Beichenan does not attack at the beginning, but adopts a solid defense, takes root in his body, and allows the opponent to attack, then his physical strength will be inferior compared to Zhu Hongzhi. I'm afraid it will be a big disadvantage, but the outcome is still hard to say. Although Zhu Hongzhi is old, he has been famous for decades, and he doesn't have many hidden killers in his hands. He can't justify it. Beichenan obviously expected this, yes If you want to gain the upper hand in an instant with the momentum of thunder and prevent Zhu Hongzhi from counterattacking with his ultimate move, there is actually nothing wrong with his style of play."

These two whispered conversations were a young man and woman.

That young man is Chen Xiaoquan from Chenjiagou, a family of martial arts, while that girl is the mysterious master who carries the burden. He is the most outstanding figure of the younger generation in the Yue-style Sanshou family, the one that Yue Peng called "Xiao Lanting".

These two lines of dialogue have a question and an answer. The question is Chen Xiaoquan, and the answer is Xiao Lanting.

Obviously, Xiao Lanting's martial arts realm is much higher than Chen Xiaoquan's.

"There is nothing wrong with Beichenan's style of play. If I were Beichenan, I would definitely play like this. Zhu Hongzhi, since he dared to play, must have a killer move in hand. Instead of a solid defense, it is better to be direct. To attack, to prevent the opponent's ultimate move from being used."

Yue Xigui frowned and said.

"There is nothing wrong with his style of play, but there is a mistake in his mentality. He attacked violently in order to gain the upper hand and not be counterattacked by Zhu Hongzhi. That is to say, he wanted to win a complete victory. He did not have an overwhelming advantage, but he wanted to win a complete victory. It was this small mistake in mentality that made him lose his life. When fighting, remember not to be too optimistic, but also not to be too cautious. Hey, but in the moment of real fighting, various styles of play, changes in mentality It seems that the scene at the moment of death is grotesque. In such a moment, it is necessary to choose accurately, to eliminate hypocrisy, and to preserve the truth. Only the Buddha's heart has such ability. Even if it is me, the three old uncles, it is impossible to have Such a limit."

Xiao Lanting said with no expression on his face.

"Ling'er, if that woman doesn't fall down in this martial arts tournament, if you collide, she will be an important rival of yours. This woman is a young man of the same level as Qiu Chan, and she is a rising rookie. Masters, there must be a part of them in the future stage."

Wang Chao's ears moved, and he said to Huo Ling'er who was sitting quietly next to him.

Huo Ling'er's eyes flashed, and his eyes pierced Xiao Lanting in the distance.

Just when Huo Ling'er's gaze fell on Xiao Lanting, Xiao Lanting sensed it almost at the same time, and cast his gaze over.

A few thousand meters apart, among tens of thousands of people, the eyes of the two looked at each other, and sparks seemed to spark from friction with each other.

After looking at each other, Xiao Lanting smiled slightly and withdrew his gaze. Huo Ling'er wrapped her fingers in a circle: "It really is my opponent."

At this time, in the center of the venue, the organizing committee of the Martial Arts Conference entered, and a group of medical staff carried Beichenan out. However, Beichenan had already been completely crushed in the lower abdomen by the half-step Bengquan. Not only the intestines were broken, but also the bladder and pelvis were smashed.

Ten minutes after the end of the first game, the big computer screen flickered violently again, and countless names flickered.

The second round of computer rankings has started again.

This martial arts tournament is purely one-on-one. It is not divided into many arenas, and many venues compete at the same time.

In other words, among the five or six thousand people present this time, each of them had a chance to truly stand in the center of the venue and receive the much-anticipated attention.

This is to show the formality and seriousness of this martial arts conference.

Every martial artist blooms his vitality under the eyes of everyone when he competes in martial arts. Express yourself to everyone, burn yourself.

Coming one by one like this is a waste of time, but it is imperative.

However, the duration of this martial arts conference is one month, and it can be postponed.

Because of this, thousands of warriors gather together, how many unpredictable things will happen in a full month? Especially in a complicated situation like the Martial Arts Conference, spies and military masters from various countries have mixed into it, each with their own purpose. To stir up wind and rain.

One month's time, the complicated situation, and these two fatal factors, although Japan and South Korea also wanted to hold it, they gave up after many considerations.

"After watching this kind of fighting, I realized that any special army fighting training, boxing championship gold belt competition, etc. are not worth mentioning."

In the highest secret box, Russian Prime Minister Putin rubbed his hands together, looking very excited.

"You are gearing up, do you also want to compete with these people?" Xiaobao's grandfather also said half-jokingly.

"Then there's no need..." Putin rubbed his hands and put them down again, shook his head, and picked up a high-power military telescope beside him to look at the center of the distant field. Although there is a huge screen in the hall of the box to clearly broadcast the broadcast, the "tsar" who is obsessed with martial arts still wants to watch the duel in the field with his own eyes.

The flashing names on the big screen finally stopped.

It shows the names of two people, but there is no Chinese martial artist among them. It is a typical name of a martial artist in the Arab world in the Middle East, and there is also a name with a classic European taste.

The two names displayed on the big screen are.

Hassan. Book. Hope.

Ladd, Frederick.

After the two names were displayed on the big screen, the audience whispered loudly. It seems that the names of these two people represent something.

However, most of the whisperers are masters of Muslim martial arts in the Middle East, as well as some fighters in Western Europe, and some mysterious people wearing long robes, cloaks, and crosses, who seem to be Christian priests .

But the rest of the Chinese, Japanese, Koreans, muay thai, yoga and so on are a little confused about what's going on. Why are these two names eliciting whispers.

Therefore, all the people present stared at the center of the huge venue.

At this time, in the circle gathered by a large group of Muslim martial artists, there was a sinister, bone-freezing laughter. A figure stood up, took two steps, and suddenly took a series of quick steps. His body was like an arrow. Generally, it moves to the center of the field. It's a long way from the high seats all the way to the middle of the field, but the man takes a short time. Its speed is more than double that of the Olympic champion's world record for the 100-meter sprint.

This kind of physical strength and explosive power appeared all at once, making goose bumps appear on the bodies of 99% of the masters present.

And the rest of the top experts were all in great astonishment.

Because the strength shown by this person is already Dan Jin!

How is it not shocking

Arriving in the arena, the figure swayed for a while, and stopped steadily. It was a half-old Muslim sect man wearing a large white robe, with a white cloth wrapped around his head, a big eagle nose, and two eyes with crystal yellow pearls like golden crystals. Imam.

The temperament of this half-old imam gave people an extremely cold feeling, gloomy, and bone marrow frozen cold.

"Who is this? In the martial arts world in the Arab world, the highest achiever of martial arts, Imati, has been killed by my master. How come there is another master of strength? When we invited the hidden masters in the world, why didn't this person come forward?" in it?"

Huo Linger opened her eyes suddenly.

"Christian civilization and Islamic civilization have begun to collide. This Hassan Ben Hobo is not a martial artist, but a religious leader. Therefore, he was not invited. He is also the true successor of the ancient Muslim boxing method. His school of martial arts, I Say four words, and you will understand."

Yan Yuanyi said that when she was speaking, her voice was neither loud nor soft, but with her as the center, the surrounding Chinese martial artists could hear clearly.

"Which four words?"

Huo Linger asked.

"The old man in the mountain."

"It turned out to be the assassination leader in the Muslim religion... The real inheritance of the ancient Muslim martial arts is unexpected today. No wonder, no wonder, just like the religious leaders in Japan, but the religion of Muslims is more orthodox than those in Japan. It's much older." Hearing these four words, Huo Ling'er understood in her heart.

"That's right, this Hassan Ben Hope is the authentic descendant of the old man in the mountain, Hassan Ben Saba. He is also a mysterious spiritual leader in many Islamic organizations, and even many terrorist organizations. A martial arts instructor who assassinates members."

Yan Yuanyi said: "The old man in the mountain, Hassan Ben. Saba organized an assassination organization to assassinate the monarch. The inheritance of this martial art was developed on the real battlefield. The Crusades, Christian civilization and The collision of Muslim civilizations is what made the ancient Muslim martial arts develop to its peak. Strictly speaking, Imati is not the highest achiever of Muslim martial arts. What he learned is actually Chinese boxing. And this Huo Bo, He is the real master of ancient Muslim martial arts."

Hassan, the old man of the mountain. Book. Saba, the proponent of ancient Muslim martial arts, is equivalent to Bodhidharma and Zhang Sanfeng in the martial arts circles of Western countries and the Arab world.

The old man in the mountain, a Muslim martial arts master and part-time religious leader, is also mentioned in Jin Yong's novels, that is, Huo Shan, the founder of the Persian Mingjiao "Sacred Fire Order" martial arts.

The old man of the mountain is also described in the Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas. Once, when Christian civilization collided with Islamic civilization, the old man in the mountain assassinated the French monarch. This has become popular among French Christians.

The religious leader who assassinated the king, the master assassin, the pinnacle of Muslim martial arts!

"Islamic civilization and Christian civilization have collided for many years, and the Crusades have been fought for two hundred years. How much contribution should they make to the development of martial arts? Unfortunately, we know the real situation of the martial arts circle in this circle. There are too few, even historians who specialize in this aspect of history may not know it.”

Wang Chao raised his head.

From 1096 to 1291, Christian civilization waged ten great wars in two hundred years, and fought against Islamic civilization. It's all a confrontation of cold weapons.

War is the fertile ground for the development of martial arts.

The same is true in China, from the training of Shaolin monks and Tang soldiers in the Tang Dynasty, to the Taizu Changquan of Song Taizu, to the boxing of Yue Fei, and then to the boxing of Qi Jiguang training soldiers. Some peerless martial arts are all honed in the army and finally perfected after being tested in actual combat.

Therefore, Christian civilization and Islamic civilization also have a corresponding development of martial arts.

Wang Chao never doubted this point.

"That's right, but that Ladd, Frederick is a Christian priest. I don't know what about force? These religious people are not martial arts, but they are very secretive. Even if there are masters among them, we are not easy to invite."

Style interface said.

"Religion must be accompanied by powerful force. Religion without strong force can only disappear in the dust of history." Wang Chao said: "Christian civilization, Islamic civilization, and Buddhist civilization, these three major religions have developed for so many years. , must have two brushes. However, these people are not hidden masters. I have expected this. This martial arts conference is not only about the grievances and grievances of our Chinese martial arts world, but also involved The great grievances between Christian civilization and Islamic civilization are getting more and more exciting."

"Okay, that Ladd and Frederick have both appeared. It seems that there is no suspense in this contest."

Wang Chao raised his head.

At this time, in the center of the square, came down a man who looked like a priest. This man was very tall, with gray temples, but he had eagle-like eyes, slender fingers, a tall and straight figure, and a mountain-like momentum. He was quiet and majestic. .

This person is Ladd, Frederick. His last name was Frederick, and his last name was Ladd.

The field where he walked down stopped thirty meters away from Huo Bo, the great master of Muslim martial arts and religious leader.

The two faced each other without saying anything.

until the bell rings...

As soon as the bell rang, Huo Bo started to do it immediately, as if he couldn't wait to kill someone.

His legs turned, and his whole body rushed forward, but it was not a straight line, but a strange S-shaped route, like a wandering snake!

What was even more frightening was that when he was rushing forward, the coccyx joint behind his buttocks suddenly snapped, his joints trembled violently, and he made a series of sounds.

Such a sound is very much like a rattlesnake in the desert. But the sound is much louder than the rattlesnake.

At the moment when his move exploded, the quick-response master present felt that the Muslim religious leader seemed to be transformed into a giant rattlesnake.

The force reached the buttocks, and the tailbone exploded, moving like thunder.

His Fa Jin is somewhat similar to that of a serpentine dragon, but his route is mysterious, and his aura has an indescribably venomous smell. In the blink of an eye, he walked in front of Ladd, Augustus, and when his tail sounded again, he seemed to be about to jump high.

Ladd, Frederick was startled, and suddenly punched Hobo's Adam's apple.

Hit a snake and hit seven inches.

A simple punch is the weakest link in Huo Bo's series of attacks.

His boxing method is simple, without any changes, just like boxing. However, his strength is very strong, and his speed is very fast, even seven or eight percent of the power of the black boxing king.

From this punch, it can be seen that Ladd and Frederick took the simple route. Abandoning all changes, using the fastest speed, strongest strength, and most accurate telepathy, to strike the enemy's weakest vital point in an instant.

This kind of boxing is a terrifying boxing technique.

However, when Huo Bo opened his fist, one of his hands suddenly reached out to his lower abdomen, and then he swam up along the midline of his body in an instant. When he came out, he just met Ladd, Frederick's punch.

Huo Bo's punch was very surreptitious. He started from the lower abdomen, exerted all his strength, swam up close to his body, and punched out from the front of his mouth. It's like a snake spitting out a letter.

Chi...

Just this punch, collision.

Ladd, Frederick's arm was directly broken, and a look of pain appeared on his face. His body then retreated, as if about to run. Such a large venue is enough for him to run for a while to delay time.

Huo Bo's tail slammed again, he used some force under his feet, and his body took another S-shaped curve, and he actually directly intercepted Ladd. Frederick, with a smile, burst out his hands and hugged each other The body, the body tightens, and jumps up.

Boom! After one jump, when he landed on the ground, Ladd and Frederick had all their bones broken to death.

The battle is over.

Huo Bo clung to each other, jumped up and exerted strength, causing the opponent's feet to leave the ground. He had no way to rely on his strength, so he could only be strangled to death in the air, without any chance to resist. This style of play is a classic! It is also a typical secretive Muslim martial art! It is very different from Chinese boxing!

"Augustus... I'm waiting for you..."

One shot to kill Ladd, after Frederick. Huo Bo smiled, and shouted in English from the seat where European fighters gathered, and then walked back to his seat.

On the seat, a man wearing a white-gold priest's robe buried his head deeply, as if a man who had confessed to God gradually raised his head after hearing the words Augustus.