Terror.

It's terrifying!

In a word, it is the law of the world.

The master is unexpectedly superb.

It's just a simple sentence.

can invisibly, Bing dissipate and disintegrate his fighting spirit.

It's just amazing.

"Sure enough, it is a top master, a martial arts master, when I saw it today, my name is well deserved, even if I die in your hands, I will have no regrets. ”

As soon as the words fell, Lu Zhenghao swooped and leaned forward.

The body is like a dragon, and the shape is unpredictable.

His palm, I don't know when, has become as red as blood, brilliant and jade.

The palm like blood-colored jade swung out wildly.

The red rays of a match-like leap crossed the space of several meters, and slashed down Lin Yu's head like lightning.

Although it is a mortal flesh palm, it gives people the feeling that it is like an open sword, and it is sharp.

The red light tore through the air, hissing as if even the void could be split.

The speed of this palm is too fast, as if it has surpassed the barrier of time, and it will come in a moment.

But Lin Yu stood in place, motionless.

Those indifferent eyes seemed to have penetrated the trajectory of this palm.

I saw that he tilted his head back gently unhurriedly.

The crimson palm wind brushed the tip of his nose.

Compared to the speed of the palm, his dodge seemed so slow, so casual.

But on the contrary, he hid just right, and avoided it to the peak.

One point less, you will be bruised by the palm wind.

One more point is a waste of effort.

Intentionally or unintentionally, it is true.

Lin Yu's dodge threw away his strength and speed, and reached the peak of his natural skills.

In other words, this has been detached from the category of "technique" and has reached the realm of "Tao".

"The breath is mixed, condensed like a line, the palm is like a knife, the momentum is like an arrow, the momentum of the sword drawing technique of the island country that you take in the palm of your hand, wearing the skin of the tantric blood handprint, but the strength of the Hong fist is fought in the bones, the three martial arts techniques are fused into one furnace, each taking its strengths, but it is a pity that it is too miscellaneous and not pure enough. ”

While dodging, Lin Yu said lightly.

The sound and breath are as smooth as usual.

He was pointing out the other party's shortcomings.

The world's martial arts, each into a sect.

The moves are all equipped with their own unique power methods, and they cannot be mixed casually.

This Lu Zhenghao is a typical example of greed but not rotten.

In one move, three different martial arts techniques were played.

Based on Hongquan, it is integrated with the tantric blood mudra, supplemented by the sharpness of the island country.

The integration of the three styles can be regarded as ingenious and painstaking.

This style of play, when encountering ordinary masters, will make the opponent difficult to parry, and there are unexpected miracles.

But this forcibly mixed move, in the eyes of a martial arts master like Lin Yu, was simply full of flaws.

Just like what Lin Yu said just now, it is too miscellaneous and not pure enough.

The three martial arts techniques are just roughly combined into one.

The three elements in the technique, strength, potential, and meaning, have not been refined to be proficient and transparent.

Only the skin, but not the essence.

Since returning to the East China Sea, Lin Yu has become a little more mellow and peaceful, and has a little less killing aura.

The temperament is becoming more and more ethereal and unattainable.

This can be seen from what he said just now.

The relaxed tone is quite instructive to the younger generation.

After listening to Lin Yu's comments, Lu Zhenghao was not annoyed, but became much more respectful.

"It is worthy of being a martial arts master, I have the fate to meet today, please give me some advice. ”

His tone was very polite, as if he regarded Lin Yu as a senior.

A real martial artist will not pay too much attention to the difference in age, and pay attention to the master first.

In a single move, it has been tried.

Lin Yu's strength is indeed as rumored to be, unpredictable.

Such a peerless master is worthy of his respect.

As a martial artist, although he knows that he will be defeated.

But this handover in front of you is not to be missed.

Even if a moth fights a fire, it must meet that bright moment.

I saw that his arm turned, and with the help of the unlost strength of the palm just now, he rotated around.

Like a flying goose returning to its nest, light and ingenious, with a sharp killing intention.

A pair of fleshy palms, like a divine weapon, are incomparably sharp.

Compared with before, this trick is like a dragonfly in the water, and it is becoming more and more ethereal.

Between the palms, it is synchronized with the light, and the speed is so fast that it has the ability to be out of the blue.

Whew!

In an instant, the palm of his hand slashed towards Lin Yu's throat.

Like an assassin, he erupted in a shocking blow.

This time, the palm wind is pure, and the swallowing is uncertain, like a snake attacking.

At the edge of the palm print, the air flow cut, and a white wave of air appeared visible to the naked eye.

In the air, a sharp sonic boom erupted.

The rolling air current, which fluctuated like waves, spread out in all directions.

"This palm, there is progress. ”

Lin Yu admired softly and turned his body slightly.

When there was no room for it, the palm wind slipped through his throat.

It can be seen that this Lu Zhenghao is a real martial artist.

In a short period of time, according to Lin Yu's guidance, corresponding changes were made.

The momentum is strong, sweeping away the previous mess, and it is more mellow.

Able to listen to the opponent's instructions and make changes.

Humility is like a valley, and the heart is excellent.

Compared with Yu Rongxuan yesterday, this Lu Zhenghao's martial heart is more pure.

The color of approval in Lin Yu's eyes became stronger and stronger.

Lu Zhenghao swept it with one palm, but again to no avail, only cutting the air apart.

In his heart, he is no longer entangled in winning or losing, he has no desire and no desire, and his skills are becoming more and more refined.

After the palm failed, he made a mistake with his feet, and he took an authentic Hongquan figure-eight step.

His arms hung down from his ribs, and his heart contracted violently.

The lightness and swiftness just now suddenly disappeared without a trace.

The whole person, like a statue, is still.

From extreme movement to extreme stillness, it is only a short moment.

Bang bang bang......

At this moment, in Lu Zhenghao's body, a sound like a drum vibrated out.

It was the heart, beating vigorously and violently, pumping huge amounts of blood throughout the body.

In every acupuncture point, meridian, and flesh and blood, unprecedented power began to erupt.

The muscles are knotted all over the body, and the muscles are bulging, as if they are about to burst the skin.

Immediately, he used his palm as a knife and slashed out again.

With a single slash, the space in front of him was suddenly cut and torn.

The strength outside the palm of his hand condensed into a shallow knife mark.

Although there is no knife in his hand, it seems that there is a real illusion of a knife.

A palm was split, and the invisible energy extended.

Seeing this, Lin Yu sighed: "Gang Jin is released, cohesion is not dispersed, I can't imagine that there is a pure martial artist like you in Shuimen, hundreds of years of history, it is really not to be underestimated." ”

Between the words, there is no longer the contempt and disdain that I had before.

The other party's performance is worthy of his recognition.

"Da Yin Xisheng, the elephant is invisible, your strength is still a little bit of natural charm, you must know, silent and invisible, Fang is the ultimate in strength condensation. ”

When the words came out, his whole person seemed to disappear out of thin air.

At this moment, Lu Zhenghao had a very strange feeling in his heart.

The other party's voice is so clear.

But the image in his eyes is so ethereal.

Suddenly, as if in a dream.

Flowers in the mirror, moon in the water.

Between the virtual and the real, illusion arises and disillusionment.

The split palm, in an instant, lost the target of the attack.

The accumulated momentum is inevitably paused.

At this moment, Lin Yu slowly popped out a finger.

Silently, slowly.

The Buddha has clouds: a flick of a finger is sixty moments, and there are nine hundred births and deaths in an instant.

In the flick of Lin Yu's fingers, time seemed to have come to a standstill, and in Lu Zhenghao's eyes, it was infinitely extended.

He watched as the finger got closer and closer.

But the thoughts seemed to freeze, and time and space seemed to stop moving.

The silent finger crossed the distance of time and space.

When the thought was born and died, it was already lightly tapped between his eyebrows.

In a moment of a flick of a finger, life and death in an instant, but it seems as long as a century.

Lu Zhenghao stood in place in a daze, already maintaining the posture of splitting his palm.

But the energy in the palm of his hand has long since collapsed.

His eyes were fixed on the finger on his brow.

In the moment of birth and death just now, I couldn't help but think of scenes of past experiences in my mind.

This simple finger, strength, potential, meaning, trinity, flawless.

From the scene just now, he seemed to understand something.

With a light finger, the strength was not released.

And did not cause him any harm.

But he led his spirit into a mysterious feeling that can only be understood.

Lu Zhenghao's entire mind was involuntarily immersed in it.

The charm between one finger, the more you taste, the more you feel the aftertaste.

His eyes were uncontrollably intoxicated.

It's like a drunkard, who has seen a century-old secret wine.

Man, standing still, motionless.

It's like being immobilized.

I don't know how long it took for Lu Zhenghao to slowly sober up from his intoxicated look.

"Wonderful, wonderful, when a big white float. ”

He withdrew his palm, clapped and laughed.

His face was filled with sincere joy and joy.

The smile is as clear and flawless as when I was a child.

"Master Lin, please accept my worship!"

As he spoke, he was about to bow and salute.

Suddenly, he found that there was nothing in front of him.

At this time, a coquettish voice sounded in my ears.

"Uncle Lu, don't look for it, people have already left, and when I left, I specially told me not to disturb you, saying that you are in an epiphany and must be isolated from the interference of external objects. ”

While speaking, Xu Wei walked forward with graceful steps.

Hearing this, Lu Zhenghao sighed and said: "Master Lin's kung fu has been enlightened, the emperor is angry, millions of corpses are ambushed, blood is drifting, the gods are angry, the stars are moving, and the heavens and the earth are overturned." How can such a strong person be easily provoked! I, Watergate, must not be an enemy of this person. ”