荒墟牧神 - 第12章 雙腿交鋒定勝負 - 雲海書庫

The two pairs of legs collided—her white legs beneath a pink skirt against his thick, sturdy legs in beast-hide shorts. Though Senior Sister Qing's legs were slender and long, their power was terrifying beyond measure, her kicks falling like the slash of a blade or the cleave of an axe. Shen Mu's legs were thicker and more muscular, yet they moved with an airy, weightless grace, as though they carried scarcely any strength at all. Bang, bang, bang—a barrage of impact sounds rang out. In a single instant, Senior Sister Qing's legs took countless kicks. Shen Mu's legwork was simply too fast, too fast for her to react! The terrifying power in her legs was utterly useless. Struck by Shen Mu's dazzling barrage of kicks, her strength vanished in an instant, as though devoured by his legs. "Oh no..." Senior Sister Qing's legs went weak and numb. His legs struck in relentless succession, like a rainstorm beating down on banana leaves, landing on her waist, her chest, her throat—and then one large foot after another slapped hard against her face, crack, crack, crack. Shen Mu's body spun in midair, twisting as he lashed out with a backward kick. This kick was different from his earlier legwork—before, his kicks had carried little force, pursuing only speed. But this one struck with a power that inspired sheer terror. Senior Sister Qing's face was flattened by the blow. Her elegant, straight nose was almost pressed flat against her face like a scrap of flesh. Her jaw was shattered, and her mouth seemed filled with foreign objects. The girl flew back toward the ruins like an arrow loosed from a bowstring, head first, feet trailing behind. Shen Mu had confirmed one thing: the Lame Old Man's Heaven-Stealing Divine Legs were indeed number one! He wouldn't dare claim it was number one under heaven, but within the village, it was unquestionably the finest. That Senior Sister Qing's legwork had looked fierce and domineering, yet she hadn't touched him even once before he dealt her a devastating blow! Shen Mu couldn't muster the slightest bit of vital energy—he relied purely on the strength of his own body. Senior Sister Qing, by contrast, could channel her vital energy into her legs, enhancing her strength and attacks, boosting the speed of her legwork. And yet, even so, Senior Sister Qing had been crippled in a single exchange! He had barely kicked Senior Sister Qing away when every hair on his body stood on end. An overwhelming sense of mortal danger surged through him. Without daring to turn around, he urgently leaped forward. Behind him, Senior Brother Qu had silently crept up and launched a lethal strike. His blow should have been a sure kill—he simply hadn't expected Shen Mu to be so alert! The two raced across the backs of the beasts, leaping from the back of one strange beast to another. Senior Brother Qu's footsteps were incredibly swift as he furiously attacked Shen Mu's heart from behind, while Shen Mu sprinted forward with all his might, his hands flying to block Senior Brother Qu's assaults. Thunderclap Eight Verses, Thousand-Armed Vajra! Senior Brother Qu was struck with dread. Shen Mu, with his back turned, could still block every one of his attacks, as though he had grown countless arms. Such a technique—he had never even heard of it! Though Shen Mu's Thousand-Armed Vajra couldn't match Old Man Ma's, whose every gesture carried rolling thunder and crashing lightning, it was still swift as wind and fast as lightning. Despite facing away from Senior Brother Qu, despite racing across the backs of beasts, he stood firm and unyielding, displaying raw ferocity and dominance, giving Senior Brother Qu not the slightest advantage. Zheng— Suddenly a sword rang out. Shen Mu's scalp tingled, and blood immediately appeared on his arm—he had been wounded by a sharp blade. Shen Mu tumbled off the beast's back and sprinted beneath the belly of a massive beast. Senior Brother Qu followed, his hands empty, yet a silver sword flew around him, dart