God of martial arts

　　Jinlun Fawang's complexion changed slightly, he didn't dare to hesitate, he could only attack with all his strength, and went straight to meet him. .

Chapter 87 Fail to pretend but get fucked (fifth update)

　　boom!

　　The two hit with all their strength and retreated one after another.

　　The black tiles on the surrounding roofs were all blown away and shattered to the ground.

　　The arena on the ground has already been destroyed by the palm strength of the two people.

　　Everyone around retreated one after another, their faces changed drastically, and the match between peerless masters was so terrifying!

　　Zhao Xuan was in the air, unable to use his strength, he turned around and flew backwards following the palm of Jinlun Fawang. After landing, he retreated five steps in a row before stabilizing his figure.

　　But Jinlun Fawang's apprentice died tragically and was despised by others. Wanting to save face, he desperately received Zhao Xuan's full blow, and did not retreat half a step after landing.

　　This made the faces of the people around them change drastically.

　　With the same full blow, Mr. Xuan retreated five steps, while Jinlun Fawang did not retreat half a step. Could it be that even Mr. Xuan is not the opponent of Jinlun Fawang?

　　But only Guo Jing and other real masters could see clearly that Zhao Xuan followed the trend, even though he took five steps back, he removed all the power of Jinlun's palm, without any damage at all.

　　But Jinlun is different. For the sake of face, although he didn't take half a step back, Zhao Xuan's full blow, he took it completely.

　　It's just that Zhao Xuan's palm strength is already pure, how could it be so easy to catch his 027 full blow?

　　Therefore, Zhao Xuan was indifferent and there was no serious problem.

　　But Jinlun's face was pale, and the true energy in his body was surging, and he suffered internal injuries after just one fight.

　　A mouthful of old blood has already reached the throat, just for the sake of face, I resisted not to spit it out!

　　There is no way, pretending to be coercive is risky, and there is always a price to pay.

　　A person in the surrounding world couldn't help asking: "Could it be that Mr. Lian Xuan is not the opponent of Jinlun Fawang? Is the martial arts in the Central Plains coming to an end?"

　　The other person retorted: "Idiot, you didn't see that Mr. Xuan is fine. Jin Lun's expression is vain, and the corner of his mouth is bleeding, obviously he has been injured!"

　　"That's right, Jinlun Fawang vomited blood from Master Xuan's palm!" Another person said.

　　Hearing this, Jinlun Fawang was furious, and the old blood that was suppressed by force could no longer be suppressed, and spurted out completely.

　　"Haha, Jinlun Fawang really vomited blood after being beaten by Mr. Xuan!"

　　Everyone was discussing, all of them were happy, only Jinlun Fawang couldn't help but look dark.

　　I planned to pretend to be aggressive, but in the end, I was fucked instead! (bdai)

　　Zhao Xuan smiled faintly: "Jin Lun, if you don't have that ability, don't pretend to be that forceful! You obviously can't take my full-strength slap, why are you making it hard for yourself? This is all right, you are injured, but can you still hit me?"

　　Jinlun Fawang didn't reply to his words, but sat down cross-legged and began to heal his injuries.

　　Zhao Xuan smiled lightly: "Forget it, if you don't want to say that I can't win with martial arts, then you can use your skills. When you recover from your injuries, we will fight again!"

　　In fact, it is rare to meet a master, Zhao Xuan also wants to see how powerful the tenth-level elephant Prajna skill is.

　　There are thirteen levels in this technique, if you practice it to the tenth level, you can be formidable against Guo Jing, if you practice it to the thirteenth level, wouldn't it be invincible?

　　Unless Wang Chongyang crawls out, can he fight?

　　This is interesting!

　　And according to Zhao Xuan's feeling, the Golden Wheel this time has indeed improved a lot compared to before.

　　You know, the last time he hit with all his strength, Jin Lun flew backwards into the street.

　　This time, if it wasn't for Jin Lun's pretentiousness, Jin Lun wouldn't suffer too much damage from one blow.

　　Jinlun sat for half an hour, and the Mongolian warriors he brought surrounded him one after another.

　　"Mr. Xuan, you are upright and aboveboard. If you give me a chance to heal my injuries, you are not afraid that I will be hated because of it today?" Jinlun Fawang stood up and smiled.

　　Since Xiang Prajna Kung Fu broke through to the tenth level, this Kung Fu has still achieved great success.Not only the power has increased greatly, but also the muscles, bones, qi and blood, and recovery ability have undergone qualitative changes.

　　So in just half an hour, his injury has recovered.

　　But Zhao Xuan smiled slightly, and said disdainfully: "It took you half an hour to recover from this injury? Are you too weak?"

　　"You..." Jinlun Fawang turned pale with anger.

　　What is this injury?Jinlun was very angry.

　　If it were someone else, you wouldn't be able to recover within half a day of your monstrously pure inner strength. I've already recovered in half an hour, okay?

　　But Zhao Xuan possessed many peerless exercises such as Yi Jin Jing and Nine Suns Divine Art, so it would take less than a quarter of an hour to recover from such an injury!

　　After all, the two have different foundations and different standards.

　　"Okay, now that you've recovered, let's fight again!" Zhao Xuan said.

　　Jinlun Fawang's complexion became even more ugly, and he could only say harsh words: "Since you want to die, then I will fulfill you!"

　　"Whispering!" Zhao Xuan said coldly, stepped forward with one step, and grabbed Jinlun Fawang's throat with his claw hand.

　　Jinlun Fawang's complexion changed slightly, and he dodged sideways, just about to slap him away.

　　But Zhao Xuan's claws had turned into powerful Vajra Fingers, pointing directly at Jinlun Fawang's chest.

　　Jinlun Fawang's complexion changed again, so he had to withdraw his hand quickly, put his backhand in front of his chest, couldn't help sneering, and planned to directly twist off Zhao Xuan's fingers by virtue of the increase in Prajna Kung Fu.

　　But when Zhao Xuan's finger touched the palm of his hand, Jinlun Fawang was completely stupid, and felt that his entire palm was almost pierced.

　　Even if it wasn't for breaking through to the tenth level of Prajna Kungfu and possessing the power of ten or ten elephants, his right hand would be useless today!

　　But even so, it still caused him unbearable pain.

　　"You are?" Jinlun Fawang couldn't help asking.

　　"Oh, I forgot to mention, Shaolin 72's unique skill, the powerful Vajra Finger!" Zhao Xuan laughed.

　　"I see!"

　　Jinlun Fawang didn't dare to underestimate him, he shot with all his strength, every move, every move had the power of ten or ten elephants, and he fought fiercely.

　　Zhao Xuan was even more decisive. After practicing the Changing Tendon Sutra, Washing the Marrow Sutra, and Nine Suns Divine Art, his physical strength was not much weaker than that of Jinlun Fawang, and his internal strength was much more pure.

　　In addition, the 72 stunts are easy to use, can be used at will, and can be integrated, punches, palms, fingers and claws, all of which are infinitely powerful.

　　After all, the power of Shaolin 72 stunts cannot be compared with the brute force of Jinlun Fawang's fists and feet.

　　So, in just a moment, the two fought hundreds of times, and Zhao Xuan was still dressed in white without any scars.

　　But Jinlun Fawang was covered with scars and bloodstains from top to bottom, from the inside to the outside.

　　His face became even more red, and the blood in his body was also churning.

　　Clapping palms together again, Jinlun Fawang quickly backed away.

　　He knew that Zhao Xuan was proficient in 72 unique skills, one punch, one palm, one finger and one claw, all of them were extremely powerful. In terms of fists and feet, even if he had the power of ten or ten elephants, they were just brute force, and he was no match for Zhao Xuan at all!

　　As for the weapon, ahem, his flywheel was already destroyed by Zhao Xuan's flying knife.

　　This dealt a blow to Jinlun Fawang. He had broken through to the tenth floor, and his power had doubled. He was still completely abused by Zhao Xuan in terms of fists, feet and weapons. .

Chapter 88 The Golden Wheel with Broken Eggs (Flowers Asked)

　　In desperation, Jinlun Fawang had no choice but to use his internal strength again, and shot with all his strength!

　　Facing Zhao Xuan, apart from his internal strength, even if he broke through to the tenth level of Prajna Kungfu, he still had no other capital.

　　"Hehe, are you competing for internal strength again? You still can't do it!" Zhao Xuan waved his hand at Jinlun and went up to meet him again.

　　"Jinlun, give me a palm!" Zhao Xuan smiled faintly and slapped it out.

　　This palm, which seemed ordinary, suddenly shook slightly.

　　Immediately one palm becomes two palms, two palms become four palms, four palms become eight palms, eight palms become sixteen palms, sixteen palms become thirty-two palms...

　　In just two breaths, the sky is full of Zhao Xuan's palm shadows, real and fake, false and real.

　　This made Jinlun Fawang's complexion change drastically, and he broke out in a cold sweat for a while.

　　How do you pick up so many palm shadows?

　　is that true?Is that fake?

　　Jinlun Fawang couldn't help his head getting big, "Four Seven Three" Zhao Xuan's palm was powerful, he didn't dare to be reckless at all, he could only back away and keep dodging.

　　Zhao Xuan used, of course, the thousand-hand Tathagata palm of Shaolin 72 stunt!

　　Although Zhao Xuan's evaluation of this palm technique is flashy and only for pretending to be coercive, once it is mastered, it will still have infinite power.

　　In the Jianghu of Swordsman, Master Fangzheng, the abbot of Shaolin, wields the palm of a thousand-handed Tathagata.

　　The most important thing about the Thousand Hands Tathagata palm is that you can't distinguish between reality and reality.

　　Zhao Xuan Dacheng's Thousand Hands Tathagata Palm, if Jinlun Fawang's mind is clear, maybe he can be lucky enough to distinguish the true from the false.

　　But after a battle, he was constantly frustrated, and he was extremely afraid of Zhao Xuan, so he could only dodge blindly.

　　So, as Jinlun Fawang continued to dodge, Zhao Xuan followed closely, and there were more and more palm shadows in the sky.

　　Jinlun Fawang couldn't help being frightened and terrified. Once he hit such a powerful palm, he might be seriously injured again!

　　But his body skills are not good at all, and Zhao Xuan's body skills are even more unique, and he can't even hide!

　　As a result, Jinlun Fawang broke out in a cold sweat and was at a loss.

　　Zhao Xuan smiled slightly: "Jinlun, look at the palm!"

　　After Zhao Xuan's words fell, he struck out with a palm.

　　Jinlun Fawang raised his hand casually, but it blocked a phantom, and Zhao Xuan's finger directly patted his chest.

　　puff!

　　Jinlun Fawang spat out a mouthful of blood, and flew backwards again.

　　Zhao Xuan followed closely, and immediately used his claws to grab Jinlun Fawang by the neckline and hold him.

　　However, his right foot was instantly lifted, and it kicked Jinlun Fawang hard in the abdomen, causing his entire body to arch upwards uncontrollably.

　　Zhao Xuan used a lot of strength in this kick, causing the golden wheel to fly directly into the sky, without any chance of landing.

　　Jinlun Fawang was in terrific pain. He only felt that his internal organs were completely displaced, and his internal injuries were severe. Zhao Xuan kicked his abdomen continuously and rolled over. The pain was unbearable.

　　If it hits the ground, maybe the spit out is blood, or...

　　What's more terrible is that there is no way to use his body's strength in the air, so he can only wait for it to fall.

　　Zhao Xuan smiled lightly, how could he give him a chance?

　　When Jinlun Fawang fell again, Zhao Xuan used his internal energy and kicked out with all his strength!

　　Then, Jinlun Fawang, who fell halfway down, flew upward again.

　　This made Jinlun Fawang extremely miserable, and even wanted to cry for a moment.

　　Even the people around felt the pain from kicking Jinlun Fawang.

　　This is not a contest between the two sides at all, this is a unilateral killing by Mr. Xuan!

　　In this way, every time Jinlun Fawang fell down, Zhao Xuan would kick him up, like playing football indefinitely, as if he had no intention of stopping at all.

　　But Jinlun Fawang was in the air, so he had no way to borrow strength. He had all his internal strength, so he couldn't use much at all. It had no effect, only being tortured by Zhao Xuan!

　　What's more, while Zhao Xuan tortured him, he also plausibly said:

　　"Don't worry, Jinlun, I won't kill you all at once, let's play slowly!"

　　"Hey, don't say it, your elephant Prajna skill is really good, look at your body, after being kicked for so long, it's fine, I'm tired!"

　　"Well, it seems that the infinite combos in the game lead to floating, which is real."

　　"Jinlun, how do you feel? Are you enjoying yourself?"

　　"Jinlun, what do you think, share with everyone!"

　　……

　　Listening to Zhao Xuan's broken thoughts, Jinlun Fawang really wanted to cry at this moment.

　　Mad, you enjoy it, and your whole family enjoys it.