Yang Lin narrowed his eyes slightly, lowered his waist and sat on his crotch, his arms forming a bridge, criss-crossing around Bai Ying's ankles like poisonous snakes spitting messages.
Just waiting to turn soft strength into strong strength and fight back boldly.
However, he felt that this sharp kick was not affected at all, while the opponent's other foot came first and kicked him in the chest like an arrow.
Yang Lin's heart felt tight, his chest felt tight, and his feet sank... As soon as the blood on his face flashed, his body sank a few minutes, and the dust under his feet was like waves.
Received a sudden heavy blow, he only had time to use a Thousand Jin Pendant to transmit the power to his feet, causing the masonry ground to crack with traces of spider webs.
Before Bai Ying even landed, his body spun in mid-air, and his other foot kicked over again like lightning. The target was still the throat.
"good."
Yang Lin's eyes lit up, and he was not surprised but happy.
The guy's leg skills in front of him are indeed amazingly beautiful. He can fly three feet in the air and change reality as fast as lightning.
His own pair of bridge hands were tempered to steel, changing in strength and softness. He actually missed the change in the opponent's strength and underestimated his speed. He was hit by a move as soon as they met.
However, the good thing is that although this man is as agile as a monkey and his attacks are astonishingly fast, his strength is only at the beginning level of Ming Jin.
The maximum punch strength is more than 600 kilograms, and the leg strength is no more than 800 kilograms.
With this little strength, he can still withstand a few severe blows.
He didn't move his feet, put his palms together into fists, and didn't flinch.
With a bang, it hit the opponent's sole three points.
The Thousand Layers exploded like a butterfly, with huge force, and the two of them retreated.
Bai Ying turned upside down, stretched out his feet, and landed lightly on the ground, not even noticing.
He stretched out his feet, drew an arc with one hand, and pressed back with the other, like a crane dancing or an eagle soaring. His eyes were all cold, and he smiled:
"I can fight well with the Iron Wire Fist, but it's a pity that I'm a bit clumsy in my movement. I'm very powerful, so what if I can't hit him?"
"Where is my fourth sister?"
Yang Lin didn't smile.
He has not forgotten that Zhang He, the plum blossom thief in front of him, is actually mentally abnormal.
You can be lustful as long as you are lustful, but you still come up with many tricks to satisfy your inner filth and despicability.
Based on the way the other party behaves, the fourth sister Yang Ying may be in danger at this time.
"I'll tell you if you win. If you don't win, I can only let your Yang family come over to bury you.
No, there may be no one to collect the bodies. Whether the Yang family can be saved is still a question. "
Yang Lin's eyes narrowed, "Sure enough, you have joined forces with the Qing Gang."
You can hear it from the other person's words.
He seemed to be sure that the Yang family would not be able to escape this disaster, so he started without any scruples.
It is very likely that they are cooperating with the Qing Gang.
Could it be that this is another strategy to lure the snake out of its hole?
As expected, the strategy is not afraid of being monotonous, as long as it is easy to use.
Thinking that Uncle Da was still at home, guarded by dozens of gunmen, Yang Lin felt certain in his heart and suppressed his anxiety.
During a martial arts contest, the most important thing to avoid is random thoughts. The most correct approach at this time is to deal with the opponent in front of you, and you don't need to think too much.
Seeing that Yang Lin's expression only moved slightly, he immediately became calm. He stood there as calm as a deep mountain, with a magnanimous attitude as high as a mountain.
Zhang He frowned slightly, knowing that he was a strong enemy.
If tactics don't work, then attack by force.
He shouted coldly, "You are so courageous and kind-hearted. I can't bear to beat you to death. Try my five elements of plum blossom again."
Before he finished speaking, his feet connected and his body swayed. He was obviously looking to the left, but turned to the right.
Two fists, one yin and one yang, fast punches in succession.
In one breath, he took five steps around Yang Lin, attacking Taiyang, Baihui, Tanzhong, Dantian and Houxin.
The punch comes out like the wind, turns into a palm when it encounters resistance, and when the palm falls, it turns into a claw, turning into a grapple...
This guy's moves are ever-changing, and between virtual and real changes, his fist speed and movement are actually more than 50% faster than Yang Lin.
Fists fell like a rainstorm, and the legs swept, kicked, poked, hooked, and kicked...
Kick to the groin, shovel the ankle, sweep the knee.
Use every possible means.
Yang Lin's style of fighting was completely different. He didn't seem to care about the opponent's fierce attacks. He sat on the horse with his legs lowered and his waist lowered, as if he was growing on the earth.
A pair of bridge hands suddenly became as soft as cotton wool. The entire front and back of the body, and the arms were like wheels, creating a whirlpool and sealing the eight sides.
All the punches and kicks landed in front of him and fell into his hands and arms.
Bang bang bang...
Both sides fought fast and attacked at close range.
Yang Lin was not in a hurry at all. In order to pursue speed, he only punched five points, leaving five points to spare.
He tightly defended his vital points, resisted the desire to fight back, and just used them as he saw them.
When it comes to skillful moves, the opponent's Plum Blossom Boxing is really difficult to deal with. The opponent's Plum Blossom Fist is very difficult to deal with. The opponent's Plum Blossom Boxing is not yet over, and the spring has not yet come into being. The punches are concealed and fast, and the moves can be changed very quickly.
At the same time, stepping on the yin and yang steps and stepping on the five elements piles, the movement is even more like a ghost...
I have a strong bridge and a strong horse, and I am strong and soft at the same time, and I am almost in a dilemma.
This is determined by the changes in the boxing itself.
So, if both sides are in the same realm, if they want to win, they must use their own strengths and attack their opponent's weaknesses.
What are the other party's weaknesses.
The punch is fast but weak, and the foundation is not strong.
An idea flashed in Yang Lin's mind, and he slowed down his hand, once again losing three points of his strength.
The Qi movement changes and the strength waxes and wanes. When the two fight fast, the reaction is immediate.
Zhang He's narrow eyes flashed brightly, and he felt that the power fed back from his fist suddenly weakened. He didn't even have time to react, and the power poured out like a flood...
A punch penetrated Yang Lin's defense, and the skin of the fist had touched the Tanzhong point on Yang Lin's chest.
"You got Fooled."
Yang Lin let out a long laugh.
A fist that had just become weak suddenly burst out with several times greater strength.
With one arm together, the strength exceeds a thousand catties.
The strength is extremely strong and yet soft, and the arm is like a tendon or a steel cable. The backhand is wrapped around it, and it forcefully twists Zhang He's right arm.
Bang...
Yang Lin was punched in the chest, a mouthful of blood spurted out, but with a smile on his face, he exerted force with one hand, strangled and shocked.
Zhang He's punch hit, and before he could feel joy in his heart, he felt that he had hit a quagmire, and in the quagmire was another steel plate. The power was half empty and half real, and he couldn't take it back.
He punched hard, and a huge concussive force came from his arm.
My heart felt cold.
not good.
He looked hard, put a heavy foot on the ground, and stood up upside down...
Where the blood spilled, his body was still in mid-air, and from the corner of his eye, he could see that his right arm was empty.
One right arm was torn off by his opponent.
Blood gushed out like a fountain.
Only then did the boundless pain enter his mind.
He couldn't help but scream.
The strong wind behind him hit his face. Yang Lin, who had been defending and unable to attack, already rushed over with his fists howling and his body.
Zhang He's eyes were bulging out, and his face was twisted in pain, but he didn't dare to stay any longer.
His figure is slightly sideways, a little to the side of the load-bearing pillar in the temple, and his figure is scurrying like a crane piercing the clouds.
Breaking through the glazed tiles on the roof, he jumped upside down and landed in the square outside the temple.
He fell down and down, his body swaying, and Kankan rushed out more than ten feet like the wind before Yang Lin could catch up.
He ran much faster than a galloping horse.
"Good guy."
Yang Lin only chased him for fifty meters, and then he could only see the opponent's back.
The mist loomed, and the figure in white clothes with a broken arm disappeared through the forest.
"That's it again."
He coughed up some blood foam and shook the blood off his hands unwillingly.
The last time I rescued people in a night raid and defeated Zhu Shijie, the opponent used a flying-on-the-grass footwork, and as a result, he immediately escaped to the roof.
If an unknown force hadn't suddenly opened fire, they would have escaped.
This time, that's the case again.
He was really helpless.
In frontal combat, his strength is strong and soft. Whether it is the ability to resist blows or the power of fists, he has the upper hand.
However, once the opponent fights or simply escapes, his pair of bridge hands that are locked across the river will not be able to practice their legs, and they can only watch.
Unfortunately, his marksmanship wasn't very good either. He had tried it occasionally, but he didn't have any sense of marksmanship.
You can fire a gun, but you can't turn it into a martial arts command panel. With years of practice, you can only be a little better than ordinary people.
Facing such an opponent with such fast movement and dexterity, that kind of shooting technique that can't even hit a bird is actually of no use.
Looking at the direction Zhang He was escaping from, Yang Lin closed his eyes and suddenly laughed.
The monk could not escape the temple.
Where can I escape?
However, for now, let’s see how Yang Ying is doing?
I hope I arrived quickly and nothing happened.
He returned to the Yuewang Temple with a heavy heart...
As far as the eye can see.
The heart beats wildly.
