"I come."
The bald man holding an eyebrow-length stick walked forward with a smile.
"I'm worried about being beaten up by you. This kid is really handsome. It's better to catch him alive and don't waste it."
Yang Lin sighed: "You are living well, why do you want to seek death?"
He was already ten steps away from the man holding the stick, very close.
"Hey, look at your little face. You still want to hit someone. Come on, hit me here. If I take a step back, my surname will not be Zhang."
The bald man danced a stick dance with a long stick in his hand. He stood the stick in front of him and patted his open chest with black hair, laughing unbridled.
"good."
Yang Lin moved his feet up and down, like water skiing, and rushed to the bald man.
He held his waist and straightened his back, his figure suddenly grew in size, and he punched out, causing his bones to crackle.
The bones clank.
The black tiger took out his heart.
A punch blasted out, followed by a deep whine, like a large blunt instrument being swung around, and hearing the sound made people feel depressed.
Wow...
The bald man's smile had froze, and before he could react, his entire sternum collapsed.
There was a large bulge on the back, and a protruding fist mark appeared.
He only made a half-gurgling sound in his throat, and his body flew upside down like a kite, hitting the wall of the Yuewang Temple heavily.
Several green bricks collapsed and dust rose up.
Yang Lin slowly closed his fist and shook his head.
"You can't even give me a little bit of prestige, and you're still so arrogant?"
He was a little dissatisfied.
This guy seemed to be a good fighter. He was beaten to death by one punch, but he didn't make any gains.
Disgusting and useless.
"Lao Wu..."
Duan Shuihui, a tall and muscular man with a scarred face, tightened his grip on the knife slightly, and the hairs on his body stood up.
Misreading.
The bones are clanking and the fists are howling. This is a powerful hand in the bone-forging stage, not the useless playboy as imagined.
How could it be hidden so deeply?
Before he could decide whether to fight or retreat, he saw his second brother, who was wearing leather armor and with shaggy hair, had thrown away half of the roast chicken in his hand, screamed and dived forward, punching out.
I forgot that the second brother and the fifth brother have a very good relationship.
Now, you no longer have to think about how to decide.
Duan ShuiLiu's heart beat...
He stepped forward with an arrow, and a shadow danced out of the big knife in his hand. His hands were intertwined, and the knife followed him, slashing diagonally towards Yang Lin's waist and abdomen.
This style of sword is powerful and heavy. It first lures the enemy with the light of the sword, and then cuts it horizontally, making it difficult for ordinary people to guard against it.
Especially following the fist of the man in leather armor, it added some concealment.
It's also a little more sinister.
Duan Shuihui was born into a fisherman family in Qianjiang River when he was young. On that day, he picked up an old man who was sick and passed out at the gate of the village. Because his parents were not poor at fishing, they were not poor.
He didn't know what he was thinking, maybe he suddenly felt unbearable, maybe he suddenly thought of his grandfather who fell ill and passed away, so he took the old man back home...
After some days, the old man recovered from his illness. When he left, he left half of his knife skills and practiced several times with a stick before leaving.
Duan Shui Shui was a good judge of things, so he carefully wrote down his movements.
Later, I learned some rough writing from an old master in the village and practiced according to the sword manual...
Finally, I also achieved some results.
These days, if you don't bully others, you will be bullied.
After his parents died, Duan Shuihui lived around without food.
Slowly it became very fierce...
Until later, homes were robbed, people were killed, and houses were set on fire.
I don’t know how many dead souls were added to the sword.
As he grew older and became more knowledgeable, he also figured out that the half set of sword techniques he had learned turned out to be the Pi Gua Men's Pi Gua Dao technique.
It's a pity that when I first started learning, I didn't learn everything and didn't lay a deep foundation. When I had the opportunity to get more boxing and sword manuals, I couldn't change the bad habit of self-study and practice, and my level was not improved quickly.
Now in his thirties, he is still short of the final threshold before he can forge his bones with Ming Jin.
However, it doesn't matter. His biggest advantage is his height and strength, and his extraordinary natural strength.
Even if his level is not high, just relying on his physical strength to make up for it, ordinary powerful players may not be able to defeat him.
Seeing the two of them attacking like crazy, their momentum was very fierce.
Yang Lin shook his head slightly, it was just a pretense.
This is what happens when the foundation is not strong.
The leather-armored man running in front had a pair of fists that looked strong, but his lower body was unstable, and his purpose was too obvious.
It is easiest for people to see through their intentions and attack the key points.
The sword-wielding man behind him, although his sword skills were insidious and well-organized, the weapon in his hand was heavy and heavy.
But he leaves no room for attack, and he can send but cannot stop, which is really a taboo for offense and defense.
therefore.
Facing the incoming fist, Yang Lin just turned slightly sideways, took a step diagonally, turned his fist into a palm, and wrapped it around the opponent's arm like a vine wrapping a tree. His palm was as soft as a bone.
Use the outer arm in one position, exert force on the shoulders and waist, and lift it gently.
The man in leather armor was unsteady on his feet. He was lifted up by Yang Lin's arm, and his body drew an arc, uncontrollably facing the sword light coming from behind him.
Duan Shuihui slashed out with his sword and strengthened his arms, like a bull charging into the formation, with a fierce light shooting out of his eyes.
But he didn't expect that the figure in front of him was shaking.
The target of his sword was no longer the fair-looking wealthy young man, but his brother with a different surname who he had been with for more than ten years.
"Second brother..."
Duan Shuihui let out a cry of sorrow and watched helplessly as his second brother was slashed across the abdomen with his own knife.
Intestines and blood fell to the ground...
He has been fighting for a long time and has a fierce nature.
Seeing the leather-armored man accidentally killed, while feeling sad in his heart, his hands were not soft at all.
Instead, he moved the knife harder again.
The figure spins sharply, and the sword becomes more powerful.
The sword made a sharp whistling sound and slashed towards Yang Lin like rain.
: Roll, strangle, split, hang, chop, unload, shear, pick, plunder...
He just felt that for the first time in his life, he had used what he had learned so vividly.
The mood is agitated and the blood is boiling.
The realm of swordsmanship that had been unable to be broken through for a long time saw the light of day for the first time.
Oolong plate...
Duan Shuihui let out a long roar, and slashed out a ball of black light with the big knife in his hand. His figure was spinning around and swimming, but only the light of the knife was visible, but no one could be seen.
If it were normal, Yang Lin might understand a new martial art in detail.
After all, every kind of martial arts has its merits, and he doesn't have any sectarian opinions. When he sees something useful, he directly integrates it into his own boxing concept. This is the right thing to do.
To improve your martial arts, you don't necessarily have to rely on reputation to follow one path.
He also discovered that by practicing boxing every day, his energy and blood were actually improving slightly.
At the same time, the muscles and bones gradually become stronger.
However, this process may be lengthy and there may be no immediate results.
But just because your growth is slower, you cannot give up hard training and just wait to enjoy the results. This kind of thinking is unacceptable.
Of course, academic research is one thing, and the current life-and-death struggle is another.
The fourth sister, Yang Ying, still doesn’t know what’s going on?
How can I have so much time to do tricks?
Seeing the black dragon circling in front of my eyes.
Yang Lin's eyes became brighter and brighter, he took a long breath, waded through the mud, and punched out like arrows.
He raised one hand and lowered his body with the other, squeezing his body into the light of the sword...
White steam is steaming from his head, and blood is flowing through his head.
Boom boom boom...
One step and one punch, the punch is like a mountain falling.
Boom...
The sword light was scattered.
Duan Shuihui felt that his sword skills could no longer cut him.
Every time when the sword is halfway out, a white fist hits the side of the sword head.
One step, one punch, a continuous bang.
It seems that the opponent can always predict the situation beforehand and get in front of his own knife path, and the power of his fists is terrifying.
He chopped back and forth, feeling like he was competing with a huge mountain. The opponent's fist was as powerful as a torrent. He was holding the big knife, like a ridiculous child facing a strong man.
The muscles and bones all over the body are misaligned, and the strength cannot be exerted. A mouthful of blood is stuck in the throat, and I cannot spit it out. I am unspeakably upset and nauseous.
After punching twelve times in a row, Yang Lin's hand flicked...
He saw the ghost-headed sword suddenly breaking into two pieces, his fist turned red, he shouted loudly, and punched Duan Shuishui's head through the afterimage of the blade.
puff……
It's like breaking a rotten watermelon.
Duan Shui Shui's ferocious and frightened face was frozen, his head was twisted and deformed, red and white were splashing, and his body fell upside down and fell heavily to the ground.
My chest felt hot, and an illusive green screen flashed across my eyes.
+5.
Yang Lin let out a sigh of relief. These twelve fists were the stunt that made Uncle Da famous and the foundation of Iron Wire Fist.
Taking action is like a landslide. He will never stop until he kills someone.
Since Yang Lin understood the principle of combining strength and softness, his boxing skills have become more and more refined, and his understanding of strength has also reached a higher level.
This time, he relied on the state he had just broken through to Ming Jin, his fists were like hammers, and he punched Duan Shui Shui's fine iron sword with twelve punches, and at the same time, he shattered the opponent's head.
Completed in one go, it feels like swallowing the mountains and rivers with anger.
As his confidence grows, his boxing skills also grow.
Therefore, it is beneficial to fight with others to the death.
Seeking a breakthrough between life and death is not a lie.
Thoughts kept coming and going in his mind, but without wasting time, Yang Lin put back his fists and walked straight into the temple.
A loud shout was heard in the ear.
"What a fierce punch, it will kill you."
The wind blew overhead.
Boom boom…
A white shadow appeared on the left, then suddenly on the right. Pointing its toes, it rushed out from behind the statue of King Yue in the Temple.
He used his strength to step on the beams, pillars and walls, spinning around and swooping down like an eagle.
As the strong wind blew up, the man's long legs straightened out. The black cloth on his trouser legs was blown by the wind, and his toes were like knives, already touching his throat.
Every step of the way.
Plum blossom boxing.
This thought flashed through Yang Lin's mind, knowing that he had met the rightful owner of this trip and that the plum blossoms had been stolen.
