Ji Xin suppressed the scorching battle intent, and memories rose in his mind.

"Circle, this is exactly the realm of Master Li. ”

In the white space in the dream, the immortal chief opened his mouth like this, and the old man in gray clothes stepped on that point, within the reach of his fist, wrist, and arm, and the fist would appear like a ghost and god without warning, and within this was his realm.

And if combined with footwork, such a circle will continue to expand.

Ji Xin once asked, "Is this a boxing technique?"

"Change, entanglement, so that the enemy can not break free from the range of the fist, and then use the moves of the fist to reduce the opponent's strength, constantly attack the opponent, until the opponent's strength is exhausted, and then one move to win, there is such a skill in the knife technique described by my uncle. ”

"Not really. ”

The immortal who called himself Jiang Shang was silent and said:

"No, although I only know a little bit about boxing, but I know his title, the circle can probably be used as you said, but for him, this realm is just to catch the opponent, and then use the most fierce and domineering boxing to break everything and penetrate everything. ”

"After all, his title is a fist fight, and he doesn't need to think about what to do if he breaks the harmony of the circle, which is probably a headache for Taijiquan, and his words can solve the battle with one move. ”

One punch!

It was clearly the most critical time, but Ji Xin relaxed incredibly, he breathed softly, like a long wind blowing down the mountain peaks and jungles, his eyes burned with flames, and the sword tore at his body, leaving wounds, but he had completely ignored them.

Such a weak attack, such a tiny pain.

It was no longer possible to make the slightest fluctuation in his heart.

Under the strength of the armor torn apart by the sword, the muscles and fascia slowly expanded, and then retracted, like a dormant tiger, the sound of muscles and bones was drowned in the wind, he took a deep breath, and suddenly stepped forward against the long sword that shot fiercely.

The muscles under the strength suit tensed instantly, and the footsteps stepped on the ground, no longer the pace of the Tianqian Kingdom Battle Array.

Boom like thunder.

Zhang Feng, who left because of regret in his heart, suddenly stopped, his pupils contracted, and then turned around suddenly.

Li Changchen's expression changed.

Yang Shan straightened up from his original lazy appearance.

The three people who had reached the realm of perfection and leakage at the same time felt the difference at the same time, and at the same time, the evil qi on Ji Xin's body that was naturally contaminated with another teacher in the dream suddenly burst out, Zhou Qiong's expression changed, his face was faintly flustered, and he controlled the long sword to stab Ji Xin, at this moment he was afraid in his heart, and subconsciously used all his strength.

The sword roared for a long time.

Li Changchen's expression changed slightly, and he was about to make a move, but he was caught by Zhang Feng.

Zhang Feng stared at the front with a pair of eyes and said, "Wait a minute...... Wait a minute. ”

"What?"

The sword weapon had already approached Ji Xin at this time, but unlike just a passive counterattack just now, this time Ji Xin took a step to the side at the moment of rushing forward, and threw out his left hand with a shaking wrist, leaving a crisp sound in the air.

The long sword controlled by the secret method of Jiulong Mountain was directly smashed out, and the mana cultivated by Jiuli Refining God was poured into it regardless of the moment of contact, not seeking to seize control, but only interfering with Zhou Qiong's control with all his might, making him unable to control the long sword.

At the same time, Ji Xin took another step.

Then came the second step, and the last step was not all taken, but was short-lived, and the body suddenly tensed.

A sentence flashed through my mind.

The Eight Poles.

If it moves, it will collapse and tsunami, and the rules will take root.

Understand the circle of your fist, and then break everything with one punch!

Ji Xin's body tensed suddenly, and there was an invisible circle in front of him, and then it disappeared, and he let out an angry roar.

The fist blade smashed out like a landslide in an instant, a short and violent explosion, and the true qi of Tianquan flowed spontaneously.

The fist blade was like the fangs of a fierce tiger, instantly hitting Zhou Qiong's waist and abdomen, and the power rose from the earth, poured into the legs, knees, and waist and amplified again, and the muscles tightened to make an imperceptible sound, like a big bow being tightened, and the bones collided, so that the initial power continued to amplify, amplify, and condense into one.

At the same time, the shoulders sank and the elbows fell, generating a sinking aura.

This complex process can only be done in an instant.

This is a full month, every night constantly fighting, constantly being defeated, constantly struggling to get up, with boundless pain forging a killing punch, without hesitation, without haze, because once hesitate is death, once the heart has a haze fist, it will become weak.

The fierce fist was wrapped in evil qi, and almost instantly hit Zhou Qiong, who was in a panic because of the loss of sword control, piercing through the defense and hitting the soft area of his waist and abdomen.

The equally domineering Tianquan True Qi followed, and exploded in the internal organs with the strength of the fist.

Using the top-level exercises to strengthen the original eight-pole cross strength produced an even more terrifying effect.

Zhou Qiong opened his mouth and coughed up blood, and tears even instinctively flowed from his face because of pain.

Ji Xin's eyes did not hesitate, and the battle instinct cultivated from countless battles controlled him.

Like a mad tiger, he made sudden progress, changed his moves, retracted his fists, bent his elbows, and his elbows were like spear blades, wrapped in a fierce momentum, and smashed directly into Zhou Qiong's heart, and the huge force made the blood flow backwards from the heart, Zhou Qiong's heart almost stopped beating, the heart rhythm was irregular, and the pupils were physiologically dilated.

The second blow, the top of the two instruments!

Once shot, it is like a mountain collapse and a sea cracking, violent and continuous, one will not die, and will never stop.

Ji Xin's right foot stomped heavily on the ground, and his strength surged, and he changed his moves again.

The palm of the hand was reversed, suddenly facing upward, the tail vertebrae began, and the spine was exerted layer by layer, like a tiger leaping into a deep stream, all the muscles of the body were exerted upward, and the right palm hit Zhou Qiong's chin hard, and the mana technique of the fist collapsed, hitting such a vulnerable place, and almost everyone heard the crisp sound of clicking.

The violent and violent combos, everywhere they pointed, were the key points of death, as if they were martial arts born purely for the sake of killing, almost before everyone reacted, Zhou Qiong, who had the upper hand, was close to him, and he was beaten from high spirits to near death, just a few breaths.

In an instant, life and death are decided.

This is exactly the condensation of what the martial arts master of the other world has learned in his life.

Kill to stop?

If you ask a martial artist named Li Shuwen in this way, you will definitely get a two-word response with a joke.

If you fight with force, you will die.

Fighting is not an easy thing to do, but a gamble on each other's martial arts and dignity.

Therefore, it should not be lightly unfolded.

And, once it is unfolded, one person must fall, so as to live up to the word warrior.

Howling winds, furious fists.

That's the fangs of the tiger piercing through the troubled times!

The tiger climbs the mountain hard.

Yang Shan finally reacted, in this time of preparing to watch a good show, his little junior brother was almost beaten to death, and in anger, with a wave of his robe, seven long swords containing starlight flew out, forcing Ji Xin to retreat, and at the same time, Zhang Feng had already stepped out, and the acupoints around his body emitted starlight, forming a huge rhinoceros behind him.

The confrontation between the two masters was no longer in Ji Xin's attention.

He looked at his blood-soaked fist and was distracted.

The fist is very painful, the meridians are constantly hurting because of the force, the breathing will hurt, the mouth is full of blood, there is blood in the saliva, it keeps gushing out, I can't swallow it all, the fist is too hard, it seems that there are some fractures, but why, why, it is so enjoyable......

Ji Xin grinned, swayed, and fell backwards.

I won......