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As for his palm, a little blood had just appeared, and it immediately recovered, and it became clean and new again, without any traces.

Seeing this scene, Wu Yunlong almost broke his mind.

There were also exclamations from all around.

It was the gunners who saw this in the scope.

The opponent does not dodge or dodge, and the bullets cannot penetrate the opponent's flesh.

Then how to fight?

What's more, if the opponent really moves, people like myself can't even aim at it.

"Stop struggling needlessly. As an ant, don't try to provoke the gods."

The man in the bamboo hat had indifferent eyes and looked down on Wu Yunlong, as if he had been sentenced to death.

The rain fluttered and fell down.

The ground was gurgling with blood, gradually turning red.

The man in the bamboo hat seems to have merged with the sky, the land, and the rain, and his figure has become extremely tall.

Everywhere and nowhere.

Huge pressure weighed on everyone's hearts, making them helpless.

Heat weapons are powerful.

Times have changed and times have not.

After really encountering a strong personal force and being able to ignore most of the hot weapons, these mortal soldiers can only be like ants.

They get rid of everything they can rely on, and they really fight face to face, just like ordinary people, they can only close their eyes and wait for death.

"The energy is integrated into the world, the spirit is high, and you call yourself a god. Unfortunately, you are still a little short of fire. You have not been able to truly merge with the wind and rain in this world. You are just imitating, and you are still far behind."

A voice came from afar.

In the eyes of everyone, the young man in white sportswear with short hair and sword eyebrows has already reached the front of the hotel with a step of more than ten meters, as if shrinking the ground.

20 meters away from God, standing opposite.

Once this person arrives and stands there, it gives people an illusion, as if the entire space is filled.

For a while, the wind stopped and the rain stopped.

There is warm sunlight shining down.

Domineering and unparalleled.

A gap suddenly appeared in the harmonious and indestructible aura of the man in the bamboo hat, and he could no longer maintain the realm of the unity of man and nature.

Yang Lin is right, he is indeed a simulated false image, far from the unity of man and nature, a paper tiger.

It was said that it was worthless.

However, who in the world can explain the mystery in one word.

Under the impact of the air machine confrontation, directly break his momentum?

Tang Zichen watched from afar, his eyes full of surprise.

This realm is far beyond her cultivation at this time.

Her spirit can keenly perceive the extraordinaryness in it, but if she does it herself, she can't do it anyway.

If it was the two people in front of her who came to chase and kill her, she would not only have sensed it in advance with the spiritual cultivation of the way of sincerity, and escaped in advance, otherwise, she would not be able to escape death.

"You came?"

"I am coming……"

"You shouldn't have come."

"But I'm still here."

Yang Lin sighed.

Not to mention the other party, a native who has ascended to the God Realm for decades and has never been defeated in his life.

Even if it's me, it would be a pity if I couldn't let go and fight against an opponent of the same level.

The meaning of fighting is not to defeat someone, but to see if you can get some kind of gains from it.

The bamboo hat man thought that the hope of gaining immortality from the battle was doomed to fail.

However, Yang Lin can get all kinds of inspiration from it, plant a seed, and take root in the future.

To him, the existence of God is much more important than Baliming.

In his life, Yang Lin has been fighting more than a thousand battles. It seems that Yang Lin used his best moves and moves back and forth. In fact, some of the moves he has experienced have long been integrated into his bones, and have also been integrated into his own boxing skills. middle.

At this moment, there are thousands of boxing techniques and all kinds of skills, which are naturally integrated into every shot.

Every time he meets a wonderful person, the power of his boxing will increase by a point.

"You know, personal destiny and national destiny seem to be unrelated, but they are actually closely linked...

I punched one by one, suppressing the power of the country and the army, and my aura climbed to the highest level. At this time, I am attacking with momentum, what do you use to block it? "

At this time, God is not like a ferocious killer organization leader, but a pedant who studies esoteric issues, and is very satisfied with some of his research results, ready to show off to Yang Lin.

Wu Yunlong's eyes were full of anger and helplessness. He finally understood that the man in the bamboo hat suddenly launched a fight in front of the crowd in the capital.

His idea was not to have any plans for this land and this country.

It is to suppress the national prestige, and then lead out Yang Lin.

What does this mean? It means that beforehand, he was not 100% sure that he could win Yang Lin. Instead, he adopted various means to elevate his momentum and win.

They claim to be the best in the world, with the power of a big country and a strong army, but unexpectedly, they really become a stepping stone for the enemy and use them as tools.

How great is this shame.

Yang Lin was not angry.

There was not even the slightest fluctuation in his heart.

At this moment, he was keenly aware of what kind of mentality God is.

Say something like this.

In fact, the other party has long regarded himself as a god in his heart.

All disputes in the world, some disputes between countries, are like chickens and dogs fighting for food, and they are completely ignored.

In his eyes, there is only seeking Tao, only longevity.

Suppress the country's prestige and dominate the world.

From the perspective of others, it is ridiculous.

However, in the eyes of people like them, this is by no means ridiculous.

Because they really have the power to overthrow a country by one person.

Don't do it, just because you don't want to do it, not because you can't do it.

This is the strength of the mind, and also the belief in one's own boxing skills. There is nothing to be ashamed of.

"In that case, why don't you do anything, what are you waiting for?"

Yang Lin chuckled, narrowed his eyes slightly, and while his figure was shaking, a wave of energy rushed straight into the bullfight, like wolf smoke.

Qi and blood flowed, making the sound of rumbling sea tides.

He stepped forward, and the ground trembled.

There was a thunderclap in the air, and the pouring rain poured down with a bang.

'When the Dragon King travels, the wind and rain accompany him. '

At this moment, he completely let go of his spirit and sensed the inspiration of heaven and earth...

The qi and blood circulated majesticly, and the true qi hovered around his body like a dragon, roaring and whistling.

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Chapter 300 The Peak Showdown

"Heaven-human induction."

The man in the bamboo hat raised his head slightly and looked at the sky sideways, his face full of admiration.

A pair of indifferent and cold eyes were revealed.

Only from the depths of his eyes, he could see traces of hidden excitement and fanaticism.

It seems that he no longer has too many human emotions, only martial arts and detachment in his eyes.

In fact, Yang Lin had never seen this kind of gaze.

He has experienced several worlds, and he has also seen some seekers and fanatics, just like this, with an extremely firm heart, and he persists in his life.

It's just that, no matter how alienated he is from the world, he has always been a little popular, whether it's the ascetic pilgrimage or the good believer who worships Buddha.

But this one in front of him is not very popular.

……

Only when they reach their level can they understand that martial intent is so pure that it is unimaginable, and when the spirit is pure, one can sense the world.

A single thought can shake the world, follow a certain special trajectory of nature, and the power of the punch is naturally extraordinary.

God stood in the drizzle before, and was connected with this open space and this rain curtain. Any disturbances around him would be noticed by him, and his mind was clear inside and out.

Not afraid of sneak attack, not afraid of strong attack.

And Yang Lin's approach also has the same effect.

One move and the world shakes.

Where the wind and clouds started, heavy rain poured down, and his figure was like light and shadow, rushing towards him with an inexplicable majestic momentum, knocking the vast rain curtain out of a long white passage.

This is, the speed is extremely fast, where the body moves through, the rain has no time to fall.

In the real confrontation of top masters, there is no such thing as being first or not first, heart and mind, spirit and spirit.

As soon as Yang Lin saw the other party's demeanor and imposing manner, that kind of perfect harmony, he knew that this man in front of him must be a rare and powerful opponent.

He was also happy to see Lie Xin.

The movement of the body was like wind and thunder, and a punch was blasted out. Dragons roared around, the wind roared like a dragon, and the rain turned into a whirlpool to form a huge crystal faucet at the front of the fist, biting, tearing and impacting away.

But in front of the man in the bamboo hat, it was a different scene. There was a vague state of stagnation like a vacuum, which seemed to be in stark contrast to Yang Lin's movements.

His fists and kicks are very slow, extremely slow, he draws circles with his left hand and squares with his right hand, endlessly drawing threads, simple and vicissitudes.

Yang Linben hit him with a domineering punch like thunder and lightning, and was placed on top of the opponent's palm.

The fist pierced through the air and roared, but it seemed to be pierced into countless silk threads, and he felt no strength at all. He was attracted by this flexible force and was drawn to his side.

The man in the bamboo hat turned pale slightly, but his eyes remained unchanged, and he punched down with his backhand, as if he had stretched himself.

His every move is like a great sage scholar who retired to the countryside in ancient times. After studying the scriptures hard, he recuperates his body and swings his fist lazily. When a thunder exploded, the layers of the rainwater were split and shattered into powder flakes. The light was blurred and illusory, making it difficult to see clearly.

Yang Lin only felt that the strength of the opponent's punch didn't seem too great. In fact, the penetrating power was extremely strong. With the rain and air, it pierced straight to his chest, wanting to pierce everything.

Moreover, he also found that, apart from a soft force like water trying to penetrate and puncture, the opponent's fist had a very strange quality.

It looked like it was still in the distance, but it stretched far away like a rubber band.

When the punch hit his chest, he almost couldn't dodge it.

Winding soft, omnipresent.

"It's a back-to-back fist."

Yang Lin's heart skipped a beat.

Looking at the opponent's simple boxing technique, I remembered some Taoist records I read when I was free on weekdays. I knew that some Taoist priests who cultivated alchemy did not practice the same boxing technique as people in the martial arts. They did not pursue lethality, but Pursue physical development.

Tongbei Quanquan is one of the most mysterious styles of fighting, which pays attention to a lingering, long-term and far-reaching style.

In other words, no matter how fierce the opponent's boxing method is, the core of this boxing technique is to entangle and then entangle, and then counterattack after dissipating force.