The grappler is his specialty in the Tibetan Tantra, just this set of grapplers, combined with the sum of the Tibetan Tantra's grappling and fighting over the years, these techniques were originally the secret of the Tantra, but because of his talent, he was selected by the elders and was fortunate to learn, and he re-summarized a set according to his own routine, and learned all kinds of tricks to defeat the enemy.

Zhengji's left foot was propped up to the ground, resisting the impact of the rebound, the whole body just stabilized, Wuxun's body appeared in front of him, Wuxun's whole person reached a height of nearly two meters, half a head higher than Zhengji, and the whole body was even more burly, the most terrifying thing is that the degree of his whole person is not reduced because of his own hugeness, but more flexible, just a breath, Wuxun rose and fell in front of Zhengji, and his whole body was full of a murderous aura that seemed to come from hell. Two steel claws, one left and one right, are locked to the shoulders of Masaki!

Others don't know, but only Wu Xun, who has practiced this move thousands of times, knows how much strength he has, just a brick, can't withstand his grasp, that is more powerful than the legendary ancient Chinese martial arts eagle claw power, just such a grasp, if the political discipline bears it head-on, a pair of collarbones will be crushed, and a pair of hands will be wasted.

As soon as Masaji's right foot touched the ground, he immediately made two lightning feet, like two black whip snakes, with a faster degree than Wuxun, kicking Wuxun's claws one after the other, although Zhengji's foot power is not as good as Wuxun's full of strength, but if you say that this kind of light and agile play, Zhengji can wield all his strength, just like this, Wuxun's claws that were kicked in the middle of the air stagnated, and then Masaji's flying backwards and retreated, avoiding Wuxun's attack radius.

Zhengji's body moved about a meter away from the back half flatly, and when his feet hit the ground, the whole person rushed forward again, and kicked his feet like a storm against Wu Xun.

Song Yu cheered here, although Zhengji seemed to be pressed and beaten, but the fight between the two was really exciting, at this time Zhengji finally launched a counterattack, so that her dull heart as if she had been poured cement was suddenly released, and she couldn't help but shout out for Zhengji!

Zhengji's leg strength is under the martial arts of the devil instructor, hanging a foot full of lead every day, running five kilometers back and forth, walking plum blossom piles with huge logs on his back, walking low-lying uneven pits, and so on, are training his leg strength directly or in disguise, plus his own physical fitness has been greatly enhanced by virus transformation and writing wheel eyes, and the practice of Zhengji's leg method is from the martial arts secretly taught by Tibetan sources, and the martial arts learned by Zhengji are also for exercising legs. For him in the state of writing wheels, he just practiced these martial arts once, as if he had been practicing for several years, and when he made a move, he had already reached the point of being at will, and he was not confined to the routines of martial arts, so now he is kicking, and the leg method is free, and according to the martial arts in front of him, it is a kick like a storm.

Side kicks, sweeps, kicks, Zhengji's whole person is like a tornado dancing back and forth in front of Wu Xun, sweeping Wu Xun's body like a foot wheel, not letting go of any position and flaw that can be attacked.

Wu Xun's clothes are just the opposite of Zhengji's, Zhengji is a pure white, and Wuxun is a pure black, at this moment in front of Zhengji, there are more and more white marks on the body that are printed on Zhengji's shoes, and even the marks that have just been kicked up, the next moment by a whip leg will be a whip leg to explain the white dust, suddenly scattered in the air, white flowers into the eyes of other monks watching the battle, involving a group of people's oppressive beating eyes.

Swept! Masaki rose into the air, drew a graceful arc with the instep of his right foot in mid-air, with perfect strength, hit Wuxun's elbow to bend his left shoulder to protect his face in a boxing-like defensive posture, this kick with the strength of Masaki to turn, all relying on strong waist strength, immediately swept Wuxun's tall figure away, but failed to break his defense!

Side Sweep! When Wu Xun's body was swept away by the force, Zheng Ji bounced up again at the same time as he landed, and the other foot kicked towards the defensive gap that temporarily appeared on Wu Xun's right, if this kick was solid, half of Wu Xun's side face would be hit by such a terrifying force, Wu Xun of course knew what the consequences were, and the defense of both hands was corrected when Zheng Ji kicked on his toes, pound! With a sound, Wu Xun's right arm blocked his kick, which can be regarded as quite capable, but with such a kick, Wu Xun's defensive gap was exposed even more.

Seeing that he was about to break through Wuxun's defense, of course Masamu would not relax.

36o degree spin kick! Masaki's left foot was retracted like lightning, hitting the ground, and his body took his left foot as the pivot, bounced off the ground, spun in mid-air, and kicked out with a black snake with his right foot! This kick is the two arms of Wu Xun to protect his face, with the strength of Zheng Ji, he is sure to kick this Wu Xun directly with one blow, after all, the power of the 36o degree spin kick is used in Zheng Ji, and it is quite worthy of him if he doesn't kick Wu Xun away.

At the moment when Zhengji's kick came over, Wuxun, whose eyes were already sharp, saw Zhengji's terrifying kick through the gap between his arms, he could have relied on his self-confidence to block his arm, but when he learned Zhengji's first few kicks, Wuxun finally gave up the hard shoulder of this countermeasure, and when Zhengji's kick was about to hit him, he quickly shortened his body, this action allowed him to avoid the danger of defeat, Zhengji's 36o degree spinning kick wiped past Wuxun's ears, and the strong wind brought up made Wuxun break out in a cold sweat.

Zhengji's kick missed Wuxun's head, and his left foot was above Wuxun's shoulder, which was a rather dangerous action, which was equivalent to Zhengji's entire body being exposed in front of Wuxun, in front of a master like Wuxun, exposing all his flaws, undoubtedly looking for death, just when Wuxun smiled hideously and let go of the defense with both hands and hugged Zhengji's body, Zhengji's right foot finally landed!

Bounce! When Masaki's right foot landed, Masaki suddenly bounced up again because of the spinning kick and the falling body, bent his right foot at the knee, and the knee hit Wu Xun's jaw, which was no longer defensive. Knee bang! A muffled sound came out with the sound of teeth clenching up and down, and Masaki even felt the saliva splashing from the corners of Wu Xun's mouth, splashing on his face little by little, and then Wu Xun's whole person was swept by that force, and the big man who was up to 1.9 meters high fell backwards and fell down! Boom! With a bang, everyone present only felt that the green tendons in the upper right corner of their eyelids suddenly jumped.

Zhengji landed, his face was as usual, as if the thunderous blows just now had not wasted any strength, and he looked at the embarrassed Wuxun with ease.

None of the monks were speechless, although they had also seen martial arts masters, but they had never seen such a superb battle as today, and everyone watched with wide eyes.

And some young monks, whose faces have now changed to worship, and the absolute worship of the strong is a common psychology of people.

Song Yu looked at the expression of Masaki in the snow, and the last trace of worry in his eyes also disappeared, turning into a light of worship, for young girls, is an obvious symptom, Song Yu is no exception, who doesn't want to like people is a hero of the world.

And Masaki's expression suddenly became a little surprised, looking at Wu Xun who was half-kneeling on the ground gasping, and the eyes of the crowd also followed his gaze, focusing on Wu Xun.

"Sure enough, it didn't disappoint me......" A voice that seemed to have a hint of madness came, the source was naturally from Wu Xun on the ground, his eyes had become dull, as if he had lost his soul, his bloodshot eyes, looking straight at the snow, I don't know what he was thinking, but his voice appeared in the empty snow at this moment but something was wrong, it seemed that the timbre had changed, and some of the whispered voices that had just now disappeared without a trace, Only the laughter of Wu Xun lying on the ground was left in the whole venue, and the people who listened to it were terrified.