Hearing the square-faced man's words, Song Xin, Zhang Xiuyang and others were stunned, "Giving in? Isn't this too crazy?"
But what happened next made everyone feel that this person was not bluffing.
The square-faced man rushed towards Yang Di again and punched Yang Di in the face.
Yang Di stretched out his hand to catch it, but the punch was terrifyingly heavy. He felt all the bones in his body tremble, his face turned pale, he was surprised and frightened, and he almost lost his balance.
He was about to retreat, but the other party refused to let him go. Yang Di saw a shadow of fists suddenly spread out in front of him, like a peacock spreading its tail. He gritted his teeth and resisted with all his strength, and was surrounded by danger, but he only felt that the opponent's fist was getting heavier and heavier.
Zhang Xiuyang frowned and whispered: "There is something wrong with this person."
Song Xin also nodded, "Let's see and then talk."
Just as they were talking, the square-faced man suddenly changed his fist into a palm, shook Yang's arm away with a bang, and then suddenly punched Yang's sternum.
The blow was so heavy that Yang Yang felt a surge in his chest, as if his internal organs were turning somersaults inside his body. Then he spit out a mouthful of blood. The square-faced man did not pursue anymore, but took a few steps back and stood in front of Linghuhua.
Zhang Xiuyang quietly said to Song Xin: "I will give him a try when I find an opportunity later."
At this time, Linghuhua’s loud laughter came:
"Hahaha, Brother Sheep, how are you? You are defeated. Kneel down and kowtow to me."
Yang Ba's face was pale, and he was covering his chest in shame and anger, but he was speechless because of the tightness in his chest. At this time, someone slapped him behind him, and a strong force was transmitted into his body, and his tumbling internal organs calmed down instantly. He turned around and saw that it was Song Xin's friend.
"What, you saw that the master was injured, do you want to show off?" When the square-faced man saw Zhang Xiuyang coming out, he thought he was Yang Di's retainer, so he sneered.
"Yes, didn't you just want to come out and compete?" Linghuhua said very confidently: "If you are not convinced, I can give you another chance."
Zhang Xiuyang looked at his face and smiled slightly: "This is what you said, don't be afraid of pain in a while."
The square-faced man thought he was a fierce general, so he nodded, "Come out if you have the guts, and you won't be able to hit me with harsh words."
"Okay." Zhang Xiuyang asked Yang Xi to step back and rest, and stood in front of the square-faced man.
The two looked at each other, and the square-faced man suddenly punched him without even saluting. Zhang Xiuyang raised his palm and patted it lightly to block his fist. But this time, Zhang Xiuyang felt that his bones were slightly numb from the shock. He was shocked. This man was indeed a mortal, but why was his punch so powerful? ?
Before he could think about it, the square-faced man punched him again. This time, Zhang Xiuyang turned sideways and slapped and buckled the square-faced man's fist with his arm, instantly clasping his wrist, and then swept his feet across, The square-faced man's right thigh was kicked with a "pop" sound. Zhang Xiuyang did not deliberately hold back his strength with this kick. An ordinary person's thigh bone would have been shattered by the kick. However, what surprised him was that the man just knelt down in pain, and then Zhang Xiuyang suddenly punched him on the chin.
The square-faced man rolled back and lay on his back. When Yang Xi saw that his friend Song Xin was so skilled, his original contempt disappeared and he began to want to make friends with him.
However, the square-faced man stood up again.
He raised his hand and touched his chin, spitting out a mouthful of bloody spit. He twisted his neck as if nothing had happened and said, "I have some strength."
Everyone was surprised to see Zhang Xiuyang easily repelling the square-faced man. Linghu
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Hua's face no longer looked down on him, and he frowned at the fight between the two.
At this time, not only Song Xin, but also Xiaoyu, Huangpi, Ban Gu and Song Yu were stunned. Zhang Xiuyang's body-refining skills were quite good. They could all imagine how heavy his fist was. Even if he contained his spiritual power, this punch was not something that an ordinary person could withstand. What's going on with this square-faced man?
Zhong Yu, Linghu Hua and others did not know how heavy the fists and kicks of the two men were, but they were shocked to hear the collision sound that made their hearts tremble.
Only then did Yang Di realize that the opponent had held back his strength just now. If he attacked with all his strength, he would probably break a few of his bones. But when he turned to look at Song Xin, he saw no trace of surprise on his face.
"Come again!" The square-faced man rushed towards Zhang Xiuyang again, and at the same time, a fist shadow suddenly spread out, which was a move that caused Yang Di to suffer a big loss.
Zhang Xiuyang sneered. His body was dancing in the shadow of the fist, as fast as a phantom.
Everyone was stunned.
Zhang Xiuyang came out of the shadow of the fist and instantly went around to the right side of the man behind him. Then he turned around and struck with an elbow, hitting the square-faced man on the back of the head with a dull sound. The man suddenly felt pain, staggered forward a few steps and fell to the ground with a plop.
Everyone present was shocked by the dull elbow and their hearts sank. Many people on Linghu Hua's side even began to worry whether this man would die.
A deafening cheer erupted from Yang Di's side, but the shout only lasted less than two seconds. He opened his mouth and stared, but no sound came out. The man actually covered the back of his head. , struggled to stand up again, with an annoyed look on his face.
Zhang Xiuyang frowned tightly. This man was really weird. He originally wanted to knock him out with a blow to the back of the head, but this man could still stand up.
The square-faced man stood up, rubbed the back of his head, turned around, stared at Zhang Xiuyang, and laughed, "It hurts a little, but I'm very strong."
After he finished speaking, he took a deep breath. As he breathed, his arms swelled, filling up the sleeves of his burlap clothes. Suddenly his figure flashed, bouncing up like a spring, and a mountain of monstrous weight hit Zhang Xiuyang's head.
Zhang Xiuyang's eyes narrowed, and the shadow of a pair of fists in his pupils suddenly enlarged. He hurriedly raised his hand to block, "Bang!" The man punched him on the arm.
"So heavy!" Zhang Xiuyang was surprised. The man's fist was actually several times heavier. A heavy force swept through his body like a furious wave, and his bones felt like they were about to crack.
"No, he is not a mortal! Otherwise, his own bones would have been broken before he could hurt me."
Zhang Xiuyang immediately realized that such a heavy power was definitely not something a mortal could produce. Without body tempering, it would be impossible for a mortal's bones to withstand the shock force of this punch.
While his mind was thinking quickly, the opponent's fists were already coming like a storm. Zhang Xiuyang resisted and counterattacked a few times, but every time the counterattack hit the opponent, the opponent's strength would increase again. The heavier your counterattack, the greater the opponent's strength.
"Song Xin, the power that Zhang Xiuyang penetrated into his body seems to be stored in his body and bounced out!" Xiaoyu seemed to have seen the secret and reminded him.
"What?"
"Look at his arms!"
Song Xin took a closer look and saw that when the square-faced man hit Zhang Xiuyang, his body also suffered a shock. The man's muscles were like sponges absorbing water, absorbing the power. Now his arms are a little thicker.
"Ha!" The square-faced man punched him suddenly, like a spring tightening
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Suddenly letting go, the speed and strength increased several times in an instant, and the high-speed fist wind raised all the sand and gravel on the ground into the air.
Zhang Xiuyang saw the opponent coming fiercely and wanted to catch the opponent's fist forcefully, but suddenly a voice came from his head.
"Don't take his fist hard, he can absorb your power."
Zhang Xiuyang was shocked, he never expected that the other party had such ability. He immediately changed his tactics and began to use his flexible footwork to dodge.
The footwork of the Five Dou Rice Cult is not inferior to the Tiangang Step. Zhang Xiuyang has already practiced it so well that he can do it almost as expected. He could always use his footwork to dodge cleverly at the moment when the opponent's fist was about to hit him. No one had ever seen such wonderful footwork. In their eyes, Zhang Xiuyang was like a butterfly flying lightly among the flowers.
No matter how the square-faced man attacked, he couldn't touch a piece of Zhang Xiuyang's sleeve. The young men watching on both sides were so dazzled that they couldn't even blink.
"Xiu Yang's talent is really amazing. He has learned such amazing footwork after not seeing him for a long time." Song Xin secretly admired him.
The square-faced man had a gloomy expression and punched Zhang Xiuyang frequently. Each punch was thrown with full strength, but the punches were empty, as if they were punching the air. There were bursts of explosions, full of momentum, but he couldn't touch his opponent, and he suddenly became anxious.
"Boy, can you hide!?"
"Yes! Coward!"
Seeing that Zhang Xiuyang was hiding but not attacking, and hearing the man cursing, the people on Linghu Hua's side became very anxious and angry, and they also started to sarcastically try to provoke the general.
The people on Yang's side didn't show any weakness, "Who said fighting has to be head-on? If you have the ability, Brother Zhang can't beat you!"
"Everyone!" The square-faced man finally became angry, and his men became more and more confused and began to fight randomly.
At this time, Song Xin noticed that every time the square-faced man attacked, his Jianjing point would suddenly swell. He immediately sent a message, "Xiu Yang, seal his shoulder well."
Zhang Xiuyang nodded slightly, and turned around to avoid his fierce punch. The moment it passed over the square-faced man's head, his fingers clicked twice on his shoulder, and the secret force was like a hair-thin needle. Entering the opponent's shoulder well is like building a dam in the water channel.
After an inaudible muffled sound, the square-faced man only felt a slight pain in his shoulders. When he wanted to punch, he suddenly felt that his arms could not use the strength and his body was numb.
Seeing that the square-faced man's originally thick arms were like deflated rubber balls, everyone let out a cry of surprise. But at this moment, the square-faced man only felt that the power in his body was like a flood, blocked by the two dams on the shoulder well.
Song Xin smiled secretly and figured out the reason.
The body of this square-faced man must have been modified by something, and he could actually absorb the opponent's power and store it in his body. The more and harder you hit him, not only will he not get hurt, but he will become stronger and stronger. He is not afraid of head-on confrontation, but he is afraid of not being able to hit him.
"His body is like a battery, capable of accumulating power. It increases his attack, defense, and speed dozens of times, but as long as the Jianjing point is sealed, all of his abilities will no longer work!"
The square-faced man took a few steps back, and then his body began to swell. In just a few breaths, his body, legs, and even his head more than doubled in size, and his two thin arms were weak. Swinging around, looking both pitiful and funny.
"Bang!" There was a dull sound. The square-faced man's shoulders could not bear the pressure in his body and suddenly exploded. Two lines of blood spurted out more than four feet high, and then his body flew half way up like a deflated rubber ball. ruler, and then fell heavily to the ground.
This time he couldn't get up.
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