Yes.
Yang Lin had hidden his power before.
Although he used the five-organs and five-element explosive boxing technique of "Wu Yun Mei Kai" to turn his palms into swords and cut off the arms of the dragon-shaped boxing master, his power was not fully used, and he could only use 60% of it.
It seems that he relies on his exquisite sword skills to defeat the enemy, and is not much stronger than his opponent in terms of strength.
This also gives people an illusion.
He used an explosive attack that caused serious damage to his body, but his power was still only about average.
Then, his own strength will definitely be less than his own.
His performance during the battle in the Yang Mansion just proved this point.
This is why Bu Chen is confident that he will kill with one strike.
However, he didn't expect it.
In these three days, not only did he contact his helpers and set traps, but Yang Lin was also not idle.
In the illusion, he not only cultivated the Bone Forging Strength, but also improved it to the level of divine power.
Moreover, he also experienced various boxing techniques and understood the method of frost breath to refining internal organs.
What's even more outrageous is that he also killed the emperor, killed the prince, put a new king on the throne, and played with the Tatar court...
His aura is simply touching.
When it comes to strength alone, Yang Lin practices plum blossom boxing and iron wire boxing.
One leg training, the other boxing training, all the muscles and bones of the whole body were trained, both ways, the strength was even better than his.
If Bu Chen's palm power, without taking into account the damage caused by the explosion, is a full fifteen or six hundred kilograms; then Yang Lin has two thousand kilograms, which is simply inhuman.
In addition, he used the five internal organs explosive power method, and his explosive power could easily reach more than 2,500 kilograms in a short period of time.
Such a punch force of more than a ton was struck in succession.
Bu Chen felt like he couldn't spit out a mouthful of old blood.
Hitting the iron plate is not enough to describe this kind of frustration.
Even an iron plate can make a hole, but the opponent is a mountain of iron.
Both palms hit the opponent's fist without leaving even a mark. The force of the collision caused the metacarpal bones of both arms to be shattered and fractured.
That fist, as delicate and smooth as white jade, was like a plum blossom, twisting and vibrating slightly...
After breaking open the middle door, he suddenly opened his fingers, raised them slightly, and slapped his forehead with a palm.
boom……
Bu Chen's forehead bones collapsed and his voice suddenly stopped.
His head had been punched and palmed by Yang Lin with infinite force, hitting his neck so hard that even his scalp could not be seen.
Red, white, and blood splashed in all directions like arrows.
His legs were nailed to the spot, half a foot into the ground, and his entire headless body stood there, twitching slightly, apparently lifeless.
"call out……"
Everyone around him gasped.
Russell's face was ashen, his legs could not help but tremble slightly, he reached out and gently pressed his arm, where there was a pocket pistol.
The little princess Marilyn's eyes were wide open, with strange excitement mixed with fear.
A trace of flush flashed across her delicate little face that was covered with fine sweat, and her lips pursed, almost biting her own tongue.
"What a powerful force. Is this Chinese martial arts?"
Uncle Da's body trembled.
His expression was slightly dull.
He felt his arms hurt even more.
He murmured: "Dog...dog, my thirty years of boxing skills have really been applied to dogs."
"Uncle He, Xiaoju, I have avenged you..."
Yang Lin's eyes flashed with blood and he turned back coldly.
The breath on his body fell like an ebbing tide.
Well, the time has come for Wuyunmei to activate the Explosive Qi Technique.
"It's now."
The middle-aged man with the Dragon-shaped Fist, whose arms were cut off, fell to the ground and rolled over. He just stopped... Seeing Yang Lin flip his hand and beat Bu Chen to death with a palm like a landslide, a trace of panic appeared on his face. At the same time, he gritted his teeth and his eyes became fierce again.
He put his shoulders on the ground, twisted his body close to the ground, and with a slithering sound, he slid seven or eight feet on the earth, stone and mud...
One leg was bent behind the hip, and the other leg pointed in front like a spear. The toes were flexed and pointed toward Yang Lin's chest and heart.
This "venomous snake spitting message" uses the foot as a spear and the body as a horse. The muscles and bones of the body bounce, and the infinite back force is transformed into a straight thrust.
The tip of the foot breaks through the wind and screams.
No matter from the perspective of weirdness or flexibility, it is already a master of boxing skills, and it is extremely wonderful.
The key is.
No one expected that he would fall to the ground injured, dodge the gunfire, and be able to use such a killing move in the blink of an eye.
Just as Yang Lin stopped his hand, his toes were already stabbed.
Looking at the momentum, even if there was a rocky mountain in front of him, a deep hole would be drilled out by him.
"I expected it."
“I won’t give up until I reach the Yellow River.”
The blood in Yang Lin's eyes became thicker, but there was a smile on his lips. He did not dodge or dodge. Although the aura on his body weakened like an ebb, he did not panic at all.
He just reached out to the side and grabbed Russell, whose legs were still shaking slightly and didn't dare to run away. He pinched his neck with one hand and blocked him in front of him.
By his power.
Russell's tall body looked like straw. He came over as soon as he mentioned it.
Huh……
"don't want."
Russell raised his voice and screamed like a chicken.
But the middle-aged Dragon-shaped Fist that Kankan stabbed with his leg gun was really obedient and stopped.
Not only did the foot gun stop and deflect to the left, but the body also rotated accordingly.
The spine exerts force, and the body like a spiritual snake suddenly rises into the air, as graceful as a swimming dragon. The legs are intertwined, and the other leg changes from flexion to extension. Following the rotation of the body, it turns into a broadsword and slashes down diagonally.
The trouser legs were broken violently by the wind.
The target was pointed directly at Yang Lin's neck.
This person is also great.
His arms were crippled, but he didn't lose any fighting ability at all.
Instead, he transformed into a dragon and snake, wandering and flying, and his legs turned into swords and spears.
Its tenacity and strength are actually three points stronger than the bloody hand divination.
"hehe……"
Yang Lin chuckled.
He didn't let go of Russell while he was holding him, his steps were weak, and his body was already like a fierce tiger, holding on to the strong wind, not retreating but advancing.
One leg rests on the ground, and the other kicks out like an arrow.
Pull out an afterimage.
Others can forget.
He never forgot.
Plum Blossom Boxing sounds like a boxing technique and dances like a sword technique, but it is actually good at kicking.
The feet are on the Nine Palaces and Bagua, and the legs are like lightning and thunder.
He kicked out with one leg, and before the middle-aged Dragon-shaped Fist could change his moves to take a breath, he kicked his tailbone with one leg.
Snapped……
It's like crushing a balloon.
There was a crackle of bones.
The middle-aged man's fallen leg knife suddenly softened and completely lost its power.
When he attacked, his body flew into the air and he was unable to respond. His spine was broken by a kick, the center of his body was out of balance, and feces and urine flowed out...
His body collapsed to the ground like a dead snake, with blood gurgling out of his mouth.
There is only air out, no air in.
At this time, Yang Lin took a long breath and looked at Russell in his hand with a half-smile.
"What else do you have to say?"
"Say, say, what?"
Russell was so frightened that he couldn't even speak clearly.
He asked long-windedly.
"If you don't want to say it, there's no need to say it."
Yang Lin shook his head.
With a little extra force on his hand, he was about to crush the white officer to death.
I am the smallest person, and I didn't care about it before, but that doesn't mean I have forgotten it.
If you dare to divert misfortune and plot against me, you will naturally have to suffer the consequences.
fair enough.
"stop……"
There was a loud shout in the distance, and the swishing sound of the gun bolt being pulled resounded.
A group of dark figures rushed out from the deep dusk.
All were dressed in black uniforms and wide-brimmed hats.
In an instant, the group of people lined up in rows.
Someone was half kneeling on the ground, aiming a rifle.
Someone was holding a pistol with both hands stretched out, his feet half bent, running wildly, and surrounded him in a fan shape.
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PS: Let me digress. To be honest, the subsequent plot of this book has not been conceived yet. I just write whatever comes to mind, which means there is no outline. The subsequent development will be open-ended, and we will listen to the readers' voices at any time.
For example, I don't know if I have counted this book friend "Mo Shang Yu Weng". He sent N comments one after another, asking me not to make the protagonist a traitor and to teach martial arts to foreigners.
It was a very reasonable request, and Xiaoyu agreed, so I won’t pass it on... I originally thought that the British princess Lolita was quite cute, so I wanted to write about it. Well, readers in the historical area seem to be different from those in the urban area. I don’t even have the thought of doing it to bring glory to my country, so naturally I won’t ask for trouble...
As for the future development of the situation, I'd better read the comments and think about it again. I hope everyone will give you your full support.
Also, some readers want to see the protagonist struggling subjectively, relieving the people, truly taking the historical route, and going deep into the tide of the times. I really don’t dare to do this, for fear that the book will lose touch as soon as I wake up. .
Just understand what you know and don’t get involved in politics.
Of course, it doesn’t mean that you can’t ask for anything, but I still dare to write.
If you reward a leader, you can ask Xiaoyu to kill Master Huo.
If you reward him with one silver, you can kill Mr. Sun if you want.
Well, if the reward is gold, you can kill the protagonist yourself...
