"The frog in the well."
Yang Lin snorted coldly, but he didn't make any moves at all, nor did he lower his waist to make any gestures.
He just took a deep breath and punched lightly.
When the punch is halfway through, it doesn't seem too fast.
Suddenly there was a strong wind in the air.
The curtains rolled wildly, and the lights and candles dimmed.
The cups, plates, and dishes in the room vibrated together and made a clanging sound.
The tables, chairs and benches also seemed to be pushed by someone, sliding backwards in all directions...
Even Xiao Gu, Wang Minghao and others, including musicians, technicians and others.
He was also hit by the fist wind and involuntarily took five or six steps back.
Wu Zi couldn't stand firmly and almost fell down.
The most embarrassing thing is Zhang Wei who is fierce with his sword.
In his left hand, the general hangs his seal, and in his right hand, the little ghost probes his head...
One sword is majestic, the other is mysterious.
He thought to himself that no matter how hard the opponent blocked, he could not stop his wandering sword skills.
The Eight-Zhan Sword has never been a head-on sword technique.
Rather, it is a dangerous sword technique at close range.
The force is short and unparalleled. As long as he is snatched away, he relies on the secret method of using the sword and the strange angle.
Few people can escape the stranglehold of two swords.
Moreover, this sword technique combines the sword and step into one, and it comes and goes like lightning.
Not afraid of being counterattacked.
Unless the opponent has a long weapon in his hand.
For example, spear and spurge.
Moreover, you can also use these long soldiers to block yourself in the outer circle.
Don't let yourself get close to one foot three inches.
The opponent in front of him obviously does not have this ability.
Not only did he not have a long weapon in his hand, but on the contrary, he didn't even have a dagger that could fit into his hand.
Why can he block his own sword?
This is why Zhang Wei dared to charge forward with his sword even though he saw that Yang Lin was unstoppable and powerful.
In the martial arts fighting style, there is a huge difference between having a weapon in hand and not having a weapon in hand.
Especially great dark-power boxers like Zhang Wei are extremely powerful, and can break trees and rocks with just one strike.
Once a person like him has a suitable weapon, he can practice his own unique moves.
Not to mention killing a thousand people, killing a hundred people is easy.
Not to mention ordinary warriors, even great boxers of the same level.
If he didn't have a weapon in hand, he could kill three with the two swords in his hand.
In fact, he felt that even if there was a master in front of him, he would not be able to escape unscathed under his sword.
…
One moment, Zhang Wei was still full of confidence, but the next moment, his eyes and heart were full of fear.
As soon as the punch was lightly printed, he felt the howling wind around him.
It didn't feel like I was in a house, but like I was in the eye of a hurricane with the desert sand flying around.
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The mind is determined.
Wang Chao stepped out diagonally, his feet touching the ground, his figure erratic, his palms intertwined like sharp daggers, he thrust his body sideways, and thrust his palm into Yang Lin's waist.
Tai Chi is round and Bagua is slippery. The most poisonous thing is the mind.
Wang Chao took out the slippery stick in his hand and ran away as soon as he touched it. He united his mind and used killing to urge his palm. At this moment, he also forgot the humiliation he had suffered at the beginning, but regarded the person in front of him as a great master. The tiger comes to fight.
The cold hairs all over his body exploded, the pores bulged, and the air flow passed by him. He seemed to feel that he was no longer a person in front of him, but a ball of air that was roaring and roaring.
Wherever the air waves are fierce, where the wind stops,
It's like a person standing in the wilderness, feeling the ups and downs everywhere in nature. Wherever it rains and where it shines, everything is reflected in his heart.
Before a wave of air could form, he had already slipped his feet and dodged to the left as if he had been greased.
Like a civet cat, it jumped behind Yang Lin, turned into a monkey with its backhand, turned back to look at the moon, and had already picked Yang Lin's ear with a palm knife.
"Okay, this is the second move."
Yang Lin praised loudly, but this time he was somewhat sincere.
Wang Chao's progress is too fast.
The last time I saw him, he only knew how to attack fiercely, with ruthless tactics, just to get the lead.
This time, when we met again, the other person already knew how to use his body to listen to the energy.
Hear the opponent's strong and weak hand, and also hear your own winning hand.
Only then can he be qualified to understand the changes in virtuality and reality of boxing techniques, and also understand the wonderful changes in strength and softness. He has already stepped into the threshold of dark strength.
No wonder Tang Zichen wanted to choose him. Wang Chao had already surpassed 99.9% of the martial arts practitioners in the world based on his talent alone.
Every battle is progressing like crazy.
However, it is not a good thing for young people to go too smoothly.
So, Yang Lin decided.
Give him another setback.
He swatted Wang Chao's hand knife away from his ear like a fly, and said with a smile: "You still have one more move, use your special skill of dragon and snake attack, otherwise, you won't have a chance to use it."
"as you wish."
Wang Chao groaned, his tailbone shook, and his back shook like a dragon rising into the sky. His hands were like snakes, twisting together to form a snake kiss, like a fist or a gun.
Using his body as a horse and his hand as a spear, the dragon and snake attack together.
As soon as this posture is posed, there is a tragic and tragic atmosphere that permeates people's hearts.
It was as if the arena was no longer in front of him, but a bloody battlefield.
Wang Chao also seemed to have transformed into a battlefield general with a big horse and a spear. He whipped his horse, danced with his spear, and thrust forward. Either you die or I die.
With a flick of his foot, he arrived in front of Yang Lin. This time, he no longer dodged and struck, but attacked from the front. His punch was like a gun, and it hit Yang Lin's throat.
"Yes, this move is enough to establish a sect. The person who created this move has really fantastic ideas and a great mind."
