martial law

The light of the knife is scattered.

Duan Shuiliu only felt that he could no longer cut through with the hanging saber technique.

Every time the knife is halfway through, there will be a white fist hitting the side of the knife head.

One step at a time, one punch at a time.

It seems that the opponent can always predict the future, rushing ahead of his own knife path, and the strength of his fist is so terrifying.

He chopped back and forth, feeling like he was fighting against a big mountain, the strength of the opponent's punches was like a torrent, and he was holding a big knife, like a ridiculous child, facing a strong man.

The muscles and bones of the whole body were misaligned, the strength could not be released, a mouthful of blood was stuck in the throat, and I couldn't even vomit it out, and I was indescribably upset and wanted to vomit.

After throwing out twelve punches in a row, Yang Lin lightened his hand...

He saw that ghost-headed broadsword suddenly snapped into two pieces, his fist was red, and with a loud shout, the punch passed through the afterimage of the blade and hit Duan Shuiliu's head.

puff……

It's like breaking a rotten watermelon.

Duan Shuiliu's ferocious and terrified face was frozen, his head twisted and deformed, red and white splashed, his figure fell upside down, and fell heavily to the ground.

There was heat in his chest, and an illusory green screen flashed in his eyes.

+5.

Yang Lin heaved a sigh of relief, the Twelve Hands of Gang Fist is the stunt that Uncle Da became famous for, and it is also the foundation of Tie Xian Fist.

Shots are like landslides, if you don't kill someone, you will never stop.

Since Yang Lin comprehended the principle of combining hardness and softness, his boxing skills have become more refined, and his understanding of rigidity has also improved to a higher level.

This time, he relied on the fine iron broadsword that had just broken through to the state of Ming Jin not long ago, his fists were like hammers, and twelve punches interrupted the flow of water, and at the same time smashed the opponent's head.

It was done in one go, quite a feeling of swallowing rivers and mountains with anger.

While the confidence is strong, boxing also grows.

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 stopped his fists and rushed straight into the temple.

A shout was heard in the ear.

"It's such a fierce punch, it's dead."

The wind blows overhead.

tom tom tom...

Seeing that it was on the left, a white shadow suddenly appeared on the right, with its toes connected, it rushed out from behind the statue of Yuewang Temple.

Pedaling on the beams and walls, the figure circled around and swooped down like a big eagle.

At the same time as the strong wind blew up, the long legs of the visitor collapsed straight, the black cloth on the trouser legs was blown by the wind, and the toes were like knives, already hitting his own throat.

One word climbs the plum step.

Plum Blossom Fist.

This thought flashed in Yang Lin's mind, knowing that the plum blossom had been stolen when he met the right owner of this trip.

Chapter 026

Yang Lin narrowed his eyes slightly, sat down on his hips, his arms formed a bridge, and criss-crossed Bai Ying's ankles like poisonous snakes spewing out letters.

Waiting to turn soft power into hard power, he fought back brazenly.

But he just felt that the sharp kick was not affected by force, while the opponent's other kick came after him first, kicking his chest like a strong arrow off the string.

Yang Lin's heart felt congested, his chest was constricted, his feet sank...with a flash of blood on his face, his figure sank for a few minutes, and the dust under his feet was like waves.

Suffering a sudden heavy blow, he only had time to use a type of heavy weight to transmit the power to his feet, causing spider web marks to crack on the masonry ground.

Before Bai Ying landed, his figure spun in mid-air, and the other foot kicked over like lightning, the target was still the throat.

"it is good."

Yang Lin's eyes lit up, he was not surprised but delighted.

The kicks of this guy in front of him are indeed astonishingly beautiful, flying three feet in the air, changing from reality to reality, as fast as lightning.

I have a pair of bridge hands that have been tempered into steel, with changes in rigidity and softness. I even missed the change in the opponent's strength and underestimated his speed.

However, the good thing is that although this person is as agile as a monkey and his attacks are astonishingly fast, his strength can only reach the initial stage of Ming Jin.

The maximum punch strength is more than [-] jin, and the leg strength is no more than [-] jin.

With this amount of strength, he could still withstand a few ruthless blows.

He didn't move at all, he clasped his palms together and made a fist, and he didn't retreat.

With a bang, it hit the opponent's sole three points.

The thousand-layered bottom exploded like a butterfly, shaking with great force, and the two retreated separately.

Bai Ying turned upside down, stretched his feet, and landed lightly on the ground without any surprise.

He protruded with both 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 said with a smile:

"Iron Wire Fist is good, but it's a pity that my movement is a bit clumsy, and my strength is strong, so what if I can't hit it?"

"Where is my fourth sister?"

Yang Lin didn't smile.

He didn't forget that Zhang He, the plum blossom thief in front of him, was actually a bit abnormal.

Be lustful and lustful, but you still come up with many tricks to satisfy your dirty and despicable heart.

With the other party's way of acting, the fourth sister, Yang Ying, may be in danger at this time.

"I'll talk about it if I win, but if I can't win, I can only let your Yang family come over to die.

No, there may be no one to collect the corpse, whether your Yang family can keep it is still a question. "

Yang Lin narrowed his eyes, "Sure enough, you have teamed up with the Qing Gang."

It can be heard from the other party's words.

It seemed certain that the Yang family would not escape this catastrophe, so they acted without any scruples.

It is likely to cooperate with the Qing Gang.

Could it be another strategy to lure snakes out of their holes?

Sure enough, strategies are not afraid of monotony, as long as they are easy to use.

Thinking that Uncle Da was still at home, with dozens of gunmen guarding him, Yang Lin was sure again, and suppressed his anxiety.

During a martial arts competition, one should avoid wild thinking. 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 was only moving slightly, he immediately calmed down, standing there like a deep and standing upright, with a bearing like a mountain.

Zhang He frowned slightly, knowing that he was a strong opponent.

If you can't use the plan, then attack by force.

He snorted coldly, "You are so courageous and kind, I can't bear to beat you to death, try my plum blossom five elements again."

Before he finished speaking, he clicked on his feet, and his figure was swaying. He was clearly looking to the left, but he turned to the right as soon as he turned.

Two fists, one yin and one yang, fast fists in series.

In one breath, he took five steps around Yang Lin, attacking Sun, Baihui, Tanzhong, Dantian and Houxin consecutively.

The punch is like the wind, when encountering obstacles, it turns into a palm, when the palm falls, it turns into a claw, and turns into a grasp...

This guy's moves are ever-changing, between virtual and real changes, and his punching speed and body skills are more than [-]% faster than Yang Lin's.

The fists fell like a torrential rain, and the legs swept, kicked, poked, hooked, kicked...

Kick down the vagina, shovel the ankles, and sweep the knees.

Do everything to extremes.

Yang Lin's style of play was completely different, he didn't seem to care about the opponent's fierce attack, sitting on the horse with his legs down, as if growing on the ground.

A pair of bridge hands suddenly became as soft as cotton wool. The front and back of the body, the arms were like wheels, creating a vortex, sealing all sides.

All the fists and feet fell in front of him and fell into his palms and arms.

clap clap clap...

The two sides fought fast, all of which were melee attacks.

Yang Lin was not in a hurry at all, he even punched five points in order to pursue speed, leaving five points of strength.

Tightly defending his vital points, resisting the desire to fight back, he just saw the tricks.

When it comes to tricks, the opponent's plum blossom boxing is really difficult to deal with. Before the winter is over, the spring is not yet ready to enter the boxing, the moves are concealed and fast, and the moves are extremely fast.

At the same time, stepping on Yin-Yang Steps and Five Elements Stakes, his movements are even more like ghosts...

My own family has a hard bridge and a hard horse, and at the same time, it is hard and soft, and it almost appeared in a difficult situation.

This is determined by the changes in the boxing itself.

Then, if the two sides are in the same realm, if they want to win, they have to give full play to their own advantages and attack the opponent's weaknesses.

What is the opponent's weakness.

The fist is fast but weak, and the foundation is not thick.

A flash of inspiration flashed in Yang Lin's mind, he eased his hand, and lost three points of strength again.

Qi mechanism changes, strength ebbs and flows, when the two fight fast, the reaction caused is immediate.

Zhang He's long and narrow eyes flashed brightly. He felt the power coming from the front of his fist suddenly weaken. Before he could react, the power poured out like a flood...

He punched through Yang Lin's defense, and the skin of his fist had already touched Tanzhong acupoint on Yang Lin's chest.

"You got Fooled."

Yang Lin let out a long laugh.

A fist that had just become weak suddenly exploded with several times the force.

With one arm together, the force is more than a thousand catties.

The strength was rigid to soft, the arm was like a tendon like a steel cable, and the backhand was wrapped around Zhang He's right arm.

bang...

Yang Lin was punched in the chest, a mouthful of blood spewed out, but he laughed loudly on his face, and exerted strength with one hand, strangling and concussing.

As soon as Zhang He punched, before he had time to feel joy in his heart, he felt that he was hit in a swamp, and in the swamp, there was another steel plate, his strength was half empty and half solid, and he couldn't take it back.

He punched his fist, and there was a huge shock force coming from his arm.

I felt a chill in my heart.

not good.

His eyes became ruthless, he stepped heavily, and fell upside down...

Where the blood splattered, the body was still in the air, and out of the corner of his eye, he could see that his right arm was already empty.

A right arm was torn off abruptly by the opponent.

Blood gushed.

The boundless pain came to my mind at this time.

He couldn't help but let out a scream.

Behind him was a gust of wind, Yang Lin, who had been defending and unable to attack, had already rushed forward with his fists screaming.

Zhang He's eyeballs protruded, his face twisted in pain, but he didn't dare to stay any longer.

His figure is slightly profiled, a little to the side of the load-bearing pillar in the temple, and his figure is rushing, like a crane piercing the clouds.

Breaking through the glazed tiles on the roof, he jumped backwards and landed on the square outside the hall.