In ancient martial arts, there is no routine, including in battle, the emphasis is on adapting measures to local conditions. No matter how well you usually practice some routines, when it comes to fighting, it doesn't have any effect at all, and whether it is suitable or not has to be said separately.

For example, when a person who practices boxing, walking on the road and being beaten by gangsters, he still wants to have a majestic posture, and there is only one end that is beaten half to death, including many great masters of martial arts, when competing with others, they also make any tricks, such as grabbing a handful of sand on the ground and spilling it on the other party's face. For example, a move to hit the most critical part of the opponent, which is also the weakness of the man.

These are not routines, but tricks that are played because of the battle and adapted to local conditions.

Gu Wu is exactly like this, in order to kill the enemy and keep himself alive. So the action is extremely concise, and it seems to outsiders that it is a little vicious and not a little beautiful, but it is indeed extremely easy to use.

On the battlefield, in the life-and-death struggle, people who should be good-looking and pay attention to demeanor are basically three feet tall on the grave. It is useless to pay attention to it, only living people have the ability to formulate everything, and dead people are dead after all, and they can only be judged and smeared by others. And the one who is alive, who dares to say bad things about him, afraid that he will not be killed by a punch?

This is true in dynastic changes, and it is also true in martial arts duels, where history is written by the victors. Future generations only remember who he is, what status he is, how powerful he is, and what great things he has done, so they will not remember the disgraceful things he did in private.

In martial arts, all the moves are split and divided into the most basic movements, which can be said to be inseparable. It's just a matter of who will use it.

Fist is a person's guts, and how bold a person is can be seen from his fists.

The same fist, two different momentums, Yang Weiwu's fist, as its name suggests, is wrapped in a majestic momentum, and it is coming towards you. I don't know how he honed it, but he really has the majesty of the officials who represent the government in the public court.

What are criminals most afraid of seeing? Of course, it's the police, in ancient times, I was most afraid of seeing the officials, those who were quick to arrest and send people. It was almost as frightened and frightened as a mouse when it saw the hair.

Many people, even though they have not committed a crime, are dragged to the court or questioned in the police station, and there is a fear in their hearts, and they feel that there is nowhere to hide the darkness in their hearts. Even if you haven't done anything really bad, you can't help but put yourself in the position of a prisoner and be questioned in fear.

The so-called not being angry and self-threatening is said to be like this. In a place that represents the will of the dynasty, in front of those who walk on behalf of the will of the dynasty, the sense of majesty exudes enough to crush ordinary people, including those with strong will.

In the artistic conception of Yang Weiwu's fist, he is the judge who acts on behalf of the heavens, acts on behalf of the laws of the dynasty, and judges sinners. One side Zhu Hou is that sinner, who was put in a heavy yoke and knelt above the court to be judged!

The meaning of the word mighty was made clear in his fist.

These are useless to one side of Zhu Hou, completely useless, this so-called might, not worth mentioning. Her simple punch carried an indomitable momentum, a strong will to continue to climb on the martial arts.

What were the ancient dynasties most afraid of? What are modern dynasties most afraid of? I am afraid of those who practice martial arts, those who have strong force, and in a fit of anger, blood is splashed with seven steps!

Even the ancient emperors, who were in the palace and protected by heavy guards, did not dare to be too mediocre, for fear of attracting the assassination of those martial artists! Those corrupt officials who have done a lot of evil are also frightened, afraid that one day they will die in the hands of martial artists.

The decline of ancient martial arts, it is precisely because of this that those powerful owners dare not have such a knife hanging on their heads at all times. He was already at the pinnacle of power, and he was killing and robbing his life, how could he put himself in such a situation.

Those who can be collected will be collected, and those who cannot be collected will be killed, and some people have become the executioners of the dynasty, while others have become dry bones, and only some people have hidden. Under the cleansing of generations of dynasties, in the end, the martial arts were gone, and those ordinary people were also bloodless!

As for corrupt officials, the same existence! Because without the sword that judges good and evil in the hands of the martial arts, no one dares to do whatever he wants and does anything, no one can take care of it!

Only when the heavens are angry and the people are resentful, and the people's grievances are boiling, will the regime in the dynasty take action to clean it up. However, it didn't work. These people are part of a dynasty, and if they go to this one, there will be another.

No matter how upright it is, including under the plaque above the public court, there are only dark corners. No matter how powerful the person is, he punishes the heavens and asks for the people's lives, and there are also people with dark thoughts.

The so-called family and country are all in this knife of the martial arts! This one fist inside!

The country is ruined, and there will never be any court officials to turn the tide, but they are the culprits. Only the warriors, those horsemen, spilled blood forged this land.

There is no authority in the eyes of Zhu Hou, she only looks at everything with her own eyes and judges good and evil. Anything that stood in her way of what she considered evil would smash her to pieces. At the same time, the same is true for anyone who stands in the way of her ascent in the martial arts, and her punch is focused on her will.

Yang Weiwu frowned, and before he was old, he already felt the trickiness. Under the momentum of Zhu Hou, he was completely suppressed, and his fist intent was incomparably small, just like that giant, facing an incomparably sharp sword.

Under this one, he seems to be a cat made of paper paste, pretending to be a big tiger. The kind of power that can deceive many people can be broken at the first poke, and it is completely destroyed, and there is nothing left.

He gritted his teeth, retracted his fist, and stretched out his other hand, staggering his fists, blocking in front of the fist that Zhu Hou hit.

"Smack."

A crisp sound sounded, Yang Weiwu's clenched teeth trembled, his body seemed to be swept by an electric current, and a tingling sensation suddenly spread throughout his body. The two arms in front of him, his extremely clenched fists trembled, and he took a few steps back, until the first step, he stopped retreating, and his eyes showed an incredible look.

One punch, one punch, he became like this.

Zhu Hou is still carrying a heavy sword, and the heavy sword doesn't know how heavy it is, in short, it is also a burden. In addition, the plaque of the martial arts hall on her shoulders is also another burden, and under the two burdens, she can exert such a strong force, which is really incredible.

Looking at Zhu Hou again, she is actually not a muscular woman, and she does not have the appearance of being full of muscles at all. It turned out that Yang Weiwu had expected it, but he really didn't expect that a petite woman would really, have such great power!

The students under the stage, including the core disciples, saw this scene, and their hearts were completely lifted. In their eyes, such a development was completely carried out by him according to the script, and Yang Weiwu, the original hall owner with great strength, was beaten back five steps back under such a simple punch!

In the past, it was the owner of the hall who constantly beat the people who came to kick the hall to challenge, but now this scene has been reversed, which really makes them feel incredible.

"Do you still have to endure it? Just spit it out. Fang Zhu Hou didn't take the opportunity to attack, she just stood in place and said lightly.

The real master is no longer using his arms to exert force, and he is not using muscles, but muscles and bones. The spine behind the person, this is a big dragon, which connects all parts of the body, and the power that can burst out is very powerful.

With this punch just now, she didn't just use the strength of her arms, but added the strength of several movements in her body. Otherwise, the plaque on his shoulder now, the heavy sword on his back, Zhu Hou really can't treat them as if they don't exist.

When the students below heard this sentence, they were still confused, and they didn't know what Zhu Hou was talking about.

"Poof."

The next moment, they were even more sluggish. Yang Weiwu, who was standing on the stage, spewed out a mouthful of blood mist when Zhu Hou's voice fell.

Yang Weiwu's face was bitter, just now he wanted to hold back this mouthful of blood, he couldn't spit it out in front of everyone, otherwise the impact would be great. Now, he had to vomit it out, and he couldn't suppress the feeling of boredom in his chest.

Zhu Hou didn't take advantage of the victory to pursue just now, otherwise, he would have been lying on the ground and would have become a loser in the eyes of everyone.

"Come again!"

On one side, Zhu Hou took two steps, and when the third step fell, he waved his right fist and hit Yang Weiwu.

It's a very simple punch, without any tricks, without any changes, just a punch straight through. The speed is neither fast nor slow, but it just makes people unable to have any resistance thoughts, including dodging, you can only have a chance to block, to block your fists.

Yang Weiwu knew that it was just an illusion. He had just gone to block it, and now his arm was still numb, and when he clenched his fist, he could feel his fingers trembling uncontrollably and slightly.

He let out a loud shout and met Zhu Hou's fist. This time, he did not choose to block, but attacked, fusing the strength of his whole body and his dedication to boxing into one, and hit Zhu Hou's fist on the side.

This is the game, if he is afraid, then in reality, he will no longer have any chance to move forward to a higher realm.

(End of chapter)