As soon as Wang Yibing's words came out, even Zheng Wenshan, who had a good temper, was already angry and hateful, gritted his teeth and rattled, and the hatred in his heart was like the Yellow River galloping, he took a breath and began to operate the Eight Extremes that he had never dared to touch, preparing to implement the last trick "sticking to the mountain"

Bajiquan is famous for its fierce and violent boxing style, but also for its attacking moves. The trick "sticking to the mountain" is one of the best. When the disciples of the Eight Extremes practice "leaning against the mountain", they often use their bodies to lean against the wall, against the tree, and against the pile, which can be imagined to be very powerful. The key to leaning on the mountain when making a move is to get in, approach the opponent at a distance of "hitting someone like a kiss", and hit the opponent with the shoulder.

For so many years, Zheng Wenshan generally didn't use this trick, and if he was injured at close range, he would bounce back, but the dark god had already made a killing heart, this hooligan, no, it was originally ...... Hooligans, robbers.

Bajiquan originally had very few defensive moves, and the boxing path took a fierce route, and the 'sticking to the mountain' strengthened the strength and body flexibility, but it also increased the chance of injury, so this is a desperate move.

Tai Chi didn't go out for ten years, and Baji killed people a year.

"It's really tiring to see people pretending to be realistic, can you still fight?" Wang Yibing sneered, and felt funny when he saw the dark god holding his breath there like a sore stomach.

"Lean against the mountain!" Zheng Wenzhi suddenly exerted his strength, like a whirlwind, rushed towards Wang Yibing, and hit the door, Wang Yibing couldn't help but be surprised, he always thought that the speed of this old thief was still much inferior to himself, and it seemed that he still had to be careful.

Wang Yibing dodged and dodged, but Zheng Wenzhi turned quickly, his fists detoured, and pasted it again, Wang Yibing couldn't help but widen his eyes in shock, hurriedly jumped in the air, and dodged, Zheng Wenzhi didn't give Wang Yibing any chance at all, and kept sticking.

This is a phenomenon, Wang Yibing walked on the platform on the top of the mountain, Zheng Wenzhi stuck to the back of his buttocks, the two seemed to have nothing to do to chase, in fact, Wang Yibing was a little slower, as long as Zheng Wenshan was sticked, he would be seriously injured if he didn't die.

'Leaning on the mountain' seems to use the shoulder as the force point, but in fact, it combines the twisting force of the waist and hips, and leans towards the other party with the strength of the whole body, giving people great damage and falling down.

"Damn, old man, are you tired!" Wang Yibing was angry, there must be nowhere to hide when walking in a straight line, but the fist wind on his back was getting closer and closer, only the dragon walked in a snake step, twisting and turning.

"Die!" Zheng Wenshan roared angrily, tried all his strength, and threw two punches.

Rumble!

Wang Yibing couldn't hide, so he had to hit hard and blast two punches, due to the haste of the shot, Wang Yibing's whole body bullet flew up, fell heavily to the ground, poofed, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

The extremes of things must be reversed, Zheng Wenshant crossed the limit of physical fitness, and it also bounced out, a touch of blood seeped out from the corner of his mouth, and soon he stood up, covered his chest, and looked at Wang Yibing with a sneer.

"Old dog, do you want to lose both?"

Wang Yibing secretly used the heart of seven sorrows, but he didn't expect that after being injured, in this ethereal mountaintop, he would be more handy than ever.

"It's not a lose-lose situation, it's you who is dead and I am injured!" Zheng Wenshan's speed up the heart of the eight extremes, and with all his strength, he only wanted to kill with the last blow.

"That's what you want to do!" Wang Yibing sneered, "You have the heart of the eight extremes, don't I have the heart of the seven sorrows?" ”

Looking at Zheng Wenshan's blushing face, there was a whirlwind between his hands, Wang Yibing guessed that this old boy had already felt the artistic conception, the martial artist first practiced the moves, and then practiced the cultivation, in the face of the strong man without a fist in his hand, with a fist in his heart, he could reach the realm of seeing the move and dismantling the move, not afraid of any moves, and the highest realm was no fist in his hand and no fist in his heart.

People have a heart, boxing also has a heart, and holding a heart of boxing is the realm of cultivation for people who practice martial arts.

"Have you ever felt it...... Seven sad hearts? ”

Zheng Wenshan couldn't help but be shocked, he became famous the earliest, he was the first generation of great gods in Huaguo, and he only felt the heart of boxing in recent years, from boxing to cultivation, he was just a hairy boy in his early twenties, and he actually felt the heart of boxing, how is this possible?

Although he asked so, Zheng Wenzhi had already made up his mind to kill, if Wang Yibing was allowed to develop, the underground world would be Wang Yibing's sooner or later.

Wang Yibing didn't answer, he sat down quietly and closed his eyes, because he felt a stream of air flowing from top to bottom, and his whole body was extremely comfortable, and the air flow in his right hand was obviously stronger than that in his left hand, this was because he had a golden stock index in his right hand, and the air flow also contained an electric current brought by rebirth.

Ancient boxing, handed down to the present, is mostly a simplified book, so although boxing is very popular, there are very few people who can learn it, and coupled with the rampant materialism, it is even more difficult for a few people to calm down, and the dark god and the lone wolf are both orphans, withdrawn and calm, and only then have they cultivated to the realm of cultivation, and they were once the most important figures in the National Security Bureau.

"Die!" Zheng Wenshan couldn't wait for the internal strength to recover, and when he only had about five successful strengths, he couldn't wait to kill Wang Yibing at the end.

Feeling the huge fist wind, Wang Yibing opened his eyes, and his right hand punched out, with a huge fist wind, Zheng Wenshan couldn't help but marvel, sure enough, this kid's fist artistic conception has begun to cultivate.

Rumble!

The two fists collided, and suddenly there was a loud noise, two strong winds collided, and suddenly the surrounding trees and grass couldn't help but sway violently, the two fists collided, the four eyes were cold, and the two fist winds violently attracted each other.

"If you're looking for death, no wonder I'm going to die!"

Wang Yibing began to exert his strength slowly, to be honest, if the dark god died like this, he felt a little pity, but this person was too ambitious, and after waiting for more than 20 years, how could he be willing to surrender lightly, besides, even if he suddenly surrendered, this kind of man who is full of charm and speaks without leaking, Wang Yibing dares to believe it?

This kind of sanctimonious 'upright gentleman', only the evil Wang Yibing can make him lose control, and force every word of him, but even so, he can't force Jian's heart, is it good?

Zheng Wenshan probed again, and felt that the two strong winds were increasing, and it seemed that Wang Yibing's boxing artistic conception increased faster, and he couldn't help but feel a cold sweat flowing to the butt ditch, if he went down, he would definitely die.

The two fists attracted and collided, and after twenty minutes, the two were already sweating profusely, but Wang Yibing was younger after all, and the Seven Injuries Fist was higher than the Eight Extremes Fist, so Zheng Wenshan had to suffer a lot, and his internal strength was exhausted, which was the time when his life was exhausted.

Remove!

Zheng Wenzhi suddenly withdrew the heart of the Eight Extremes, and the whole person immediately floated up, Wang Yibing's powerful fist swept over, and his whole body slapped out dozens of meters, and finally rushed out of the cliff, and immediately disappeared in front of Wang Yibing.

"Huh!"

Wang Yibing immediately withdrew his hand, opened his eyes, and watched the powerful dark god let his fist wind oscillate ten meters away, and fell off the cliff, feeling sorry for a while, this old guy is too stupid, when the two are opposite, only two people can withdraw at the same time, since they have the heart of death, they should try their last internal strength, and they don't even give themselves the chance to fight the last time?

Wang Yibing stood up, walked forward, and looked down: Grass mud mother, this old guy actually prepared such a thick thing?