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There was a bang, and a puff of dust suddenly rolled up on the empty stone floor.

The seemingly soft Tai Chi empty fist restrained the momentum and thunder sound, but Yang Meng's fierce and matchless horse stomping made the stone slab under his feet suddenly shatter a circle, and the huge roar sounded more like lightning mixed with thunder, containing an extremely quiet and strange killing intent.

Donglai's eyes widened, and a lion-like roar suddenly came out of his mouth.

The pair of soft and loose fists, in his eyes, seemed to say that the four fierce and eight hammers in Yue Quan's cross slowly hit the roots of his left and right ears.

Donglai's heart trembled a little, and he regretted that he had accepted Yang Meng's bet on three punches, as a master-level boxer, no matter whether his reaction in actual combat was high or low, but his vision was still at this level.

This seemingly simple and direct Tai Chi double hammer, but contains an indescribable meaning and even the essence of Tai Chi, seemingly slow, but contains an extremely complex back hand, blocking the fist marks and movements he is about to unfold.

Although Yang Meng couldn't completely fight like Song Wei's punch across the mountain to fight the bull, in the process of shaking his arms and rushing forward, he constantly imitated or reproduced the style of that punch.

The fist is empty and weak, but under the impetus of the unity of the waist and horse, the divine will and strength skills of advancing, shaking, stepping, collapsing, cannon, and hammer are perfectly combined.

This punch can be described as Yang Meng's strongest punch, and it is also his real master-level fist.

He had never seen the world-famous Yang Invincible in the capital, but his punch had already touched the divine will of Yang Invincible back then. Swing all the characteristics of the long fist to the fullest.

That's why the Donglai Lama let out such a huge roar, hoping to break Yang Meng's preoccupied momentum.

This roar has the number of roads, and it also contains the Zen magic sound of the Buddha Gate subduing the dragon and subduing the tiger.

He had used this sound fighting technique to bewitch and hallucinate countless noble ladies in the capital, but he couldn't affect Yang Meng, who poured all his heart into this punch.

There was a hint of fear in Donglai's eyes, even if he was as strong as others, he was not sure that he would completely take this punch without being injured, with Gong Baotian on the side, once the injury was too serious. Sure enough, he would be killed on the spot.

Only since the start of the war. The momentum and rhythm on the field have been completely controlled by Yang Meng, so whether he wants to take this punch or not, he can only bite the bullet now.

This is also the purpose of Yang Meng's three-fist covenant. It's a pity that this time has come. Donglai completely understood Yang Meng's plan.

Feet on the ground with a bow. Donglai's chubby body moved unconsciously, pushing his strength and qi and blood frantically, and the Vajra Demon Suppression Fist Seal, which had just stopped the divine whip, suddenly changed his palm. Swinging in mid-air like a dragon, the eight fingers are erected outwards like arrows, and the two thumbs that are as white as jade are hidden behind one straight and one backwards, and they are quietly shot out in two ways.

At this moment of no retreat, Donglai seemed to have forgotten all the tantric Zen intentions, completely aroused the blood of the martial artist in his heart, and with the power of the lunge under his feet to push his waist and legs, the qi and blood in his body were suddenly concentrated on the tips of the two thumbs, like the fangs in the mouth of the mad lion, alluding to the two inches behind Yang Meng's loose fist, and the position of the bloodline Xiongguan was pointed.

Donglai is ready to give up the eight fingers of the front interception to exchange for a chance to win for the hidden killing move of the thumb, and whether he can achieve the expected goal or whether he will be seriously injured and defeated is no longer in his consideration.

The sneer on the corner of Yang Meng's mouth did not go away, but he felt in his heart that this person was indeed worthy of being a master of chemical strength, and in these big handprints that seemed to be struggling to death, there was a killing machine that made his scalp explode.

Yang Meng took another step under his feet, and the long fist in his hand was like a crossbow that had been dismounted, and it seemed that it was no longer under his control, but only he knew the changes in the virtual and real......

There were two soft sounds, and the two fists and palms collided gently in the air.

There is no expected monstrous momentum, nor the previous terrifying rolling thunder, just as refreshing as a child clapping his hands when playing.

Before the hidden joy on Donglai's face could bloom, he felt a huge crisis suddenly enveloping his whole body, "It's not good, it's a false move!" ”

This imaginative fist suddenly turned into a breeze blowing on the riverside, and the huge gap in it made Donglai so uncomfortable that he almost vomited blood, but although he didn't know Yang Meng's real thoughts and killing moves, the four hands he had already touched made him too late to react again.

With a bang, the ten fingers were closed, and the eight fingers tightly clasped Yang Meng's weak fist and pulled it downward, while the two thumbs took advantage of the momentum in their hands to press Yang Meng's veins along the way.

Buddhist scriptures once said that when the Buddha was enlightened, he pointed to the sky and the earth, and said the verse of 'heaven and earth', and at the same time, this pair of fingerprints from top to bottom evolved into the ninth form of the legendary Buddha's palm, the birth of the Buddha.

In the Tantra of Tibetan Buddhism, these two fingerprints are the original heart seals of the Great Black Heavenly King God that are incarnated by Nyolai, and once this seal is issued, it can even subdue and destroy the Buddha and all beings in the world.

Of course, although Donglai's fingerprints are strong now, they can't be as holy as in the Buddhist scriptures, but the murderous and surging dark energy hidden in them made Yang Meng, who had just returned to the Divine Fist, wake up from that state in an instant.

Yang Meng sighed in his heart, 'Unlucky', but his eyes moved slightly, from the opening and closing reaction of the pores on his wrist, he felt that Donglai's hidden killing move was hidden in those two seemingly ordinary thumbs, but the astringent qi and blood dark energy in his hands has now reached the limit, and now let's see whose boxing skills and ideas are better.

Although there was a lack of Song Wei's fist intent, Yang Meng still clenched the void into two fists in one go, and hit it out like a double hammer.

Two banging roars sounded, and the bodies of the two shook again like thunder.

"Fight cattle across the mountains!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out from Yang Meng's face, just to stop him from continuing to rush forward and crash the cannon hammer, and at the same time, he screamed a roar that was almost beyond the limit of human hearing. The shock made Yang Meng's whole person stagnate slightly.

This stagnation was only for a moment, but it had already allowed Donglai's two thumbs to touch Yang Meng's veins, but before he could penetrate the vigorous dark energy in his thumbs into the pulse, Yang Meng's fist pushed forward again and bombarded again.

Quack Quack ......

The eight fingers blocking the two fists in front of them made bursts of sound one after another, looking like paper bamboo sticks, and under the impact of the surging force contained in the eyes of the two fists, they broke and exploded, and they looked like eight poignant blood flowers, blooming like a flash in the pan.

And that's just the beginning!

Donglai knew in his heart that this hand of the Central Plains Martial Arts was known as the long-lost Divine Fight. The strength on the eight fingers is just a reaction that the fire can't get. The real hidden killing machine is in the dark energy that has already infiltrated the two arms.

Regardless of how hard he could fight with Yang Meng with his thumb, Donglai's fat body first fell backwards, and then moved the hidden dark energy on his toes. As a result, his body was once again in a state of violating the physical laws of the human body. Shoot backwards suddenly......

Yang Meng coughed. Suppressed the blood that surged up from his chest due to the distraction, and took three steps forward with blood-red eyes, rubbing his arms left and right in the air at the same time. But under his feet, he kicked out like a meteor catching the moon.

The crunchy sound of rattling came out along Donglai's elbow to his fingertips, and the sharp fracture pain exploded in his joints, bones and tendons like a tide, making Donglai's face pale a little, "It is worthy of the legendary fighting cattle across the mountain, it seems to be empty when it is focused, but it has no way to return to the sky when it is dark......"

It seems that the ending of both defeats and injuries ended in Yang Meng's complete victory, but he would rather be seriously injured than get rid of the bombardment of Yang Meng's fists.

Without the blood and courage of real martial artists, the erosion of 20 years of wind and snow and snow and drunkenness has made this tantric descendant who once spread Buddhism widely, like those boxers who have lived in the southeast for a long time, gradually lose his supreme pursuit in martial arts and the spirit of fearlessness and regretlessness.

Donglai silently ran all the qi and blood dark energy to his feet, so that the degree of his backward shot instantly came out of Yang Meng's pursuit footsteps, and at the moment when he was about to hit the white jade railing, his whole body turned violently in mid-air like a bird, and then the pair of big feet just right kicked on the stone lion at the top of the railing.

"Flying elephants cross the river!"

This is another move that contains tantric Zen footwork and play, seemingly clumsy pedaling, but let Donglai's fat body glide forward as lightly as a flying elephant, and at the same time burst out the rest of the strength on the hard stone lion......

Bang bang......

The violent impact and the force of the pedaling made the stone lion the size of a human head suddenly burst one after another, turning into dozens of sharp gravels containing dark energy, like meteors scattered and flew out in all directions, just at the moment when Donglai's body glided forward again and ran a few meters on the ground, those gravels just stopped in front of Yang Meng, who was like a wild horse, and even other people who rushed up.

"A good move, although this thief is no longer bloody, but the strange tricks and tricks hidden in his body are endless, no wonder he can stand in the capital for twenty years without falling......"

Thinking of the possibility of digging up the inheritance of Tibetan Tantra from Donglai's body, Yang Meng's passion that had just cooled down burned again, Herod neighed, and his feet unconsciously ran wildly again, facing the gravel like a strong bow, turning his arms into a pair of monkey claws, flying in the air and grabbing and digging indiscriminately, in a blink of an eye, in exchange for his hands full of gravel.

Of course, from Donglai just on the pulse of a pull, Yang Meng's body of qi and blood has been a lot of shock, if it is not for Donglai's timidity and dare not continue to strength, I am afraid that the two of them can only die on the spot in the end, now this series of gravel agitation, although it will not cause any damage to Yang Meng in normal times, but at the moment when his qi and blood are difficult to subdue, it also unconsciously provoked the hidden strength hidden in the blood marks like fish scales on his arms.

Puff puff puff......

Bursts of blood splashed, Yang Meng felt as if his arms had been inserted into batteries, and his flesh and skin suddenly fell into a mixture of pain and numbness.

Coo-goo-goo......

Yang Meng's abdomen shook itself, and the blood in his chest suddenly rushed forward like a flying sword, but after this mouthful of blood spurted out, the lungs he had just injured were suddenly refreshed and powerful, and with the flow of qi and blood, the arms that had just hung down gradually regained consciousness.

Stampede Tread......

Yang Meng's eyes were like electricity, staring closely at Donglai's fat figure scurrying in front of him, his feet were still waist and horse, and he turned into a wild horse galloping on the grassland in the ups and downs, and when the fourth step was integrated into the footwork of Tianlong's divine will, he had already chased behind Donglai.

Donglai's eyes widened, his feet kicked desperately, and from time to time there were bursts of unwilling roars in his mouth: "I have taken your three punches, you dare to break the gambling contract, and you are not afraid of being laughed at by the entire martial arts......"

Yang Meng's feet were strong, but his mouth made the kind of lion's roar that had just come out of the east, "Killing you is like killing a chicken, now in the martial arts, who dares to laugh at me crazy monkey!" ”

The face of the Illusory Sea Master Brother who was shriveled on the ground changed slightly, obviously he didn't expect Yang Meng to be so crazy, but now that he and the others are fish and meat, where can he dare to make a discordant sound, so even when the three of them saw Yang Meng rising in the roar and suddenly catching up with Donglai and kicking, they all quietly watched their master without saying a word......

Donglai's buttocks tightened slightly, and from the reaction of the instinctive contraction of pores, he felt Yang Meng's sudden kick out of thin air, and his face instantly brushed a layer of blood, and then became extremely hideous, twisting and kicking his feet full of qi and blood on the ground, and then he flew up reflexively, turning his legs into two demon slaying pestles, and kicked Yang Meng's chest and crotch fiercely.

Yang Meng saw such a dangerous leg method, his heart was not shocked and rejoiced, with the power of the waist and horse, the buttocks suddenly pumped power, twisted the waist and tail vertebrae to urge the legs like a galloping horse, mentioned a little in the air, and then suddenly stepped down like a god and demon.

This seemingly clumsy two-foot stamping, not only contains the strength of the gluteal muscles and waist, but also mixed with the momentum of the fierce galloping, under the control of Yang Meng, the whole body is integrated into the Tai Chi body hammer divine will, like two steel nails under the heavy hammer slammed, extremely tricky to step on the feet of Donglai Fei, and then like a spring thunder explosion, it suddenly fit in the air and collide into a ball.

There was another dull roar, and the two of them adjusted their postures in mid-air, staggering past like swallows.

Yang Meng stumbled and fell to the ground, and then sat down slowly with a slump.

And Donglai, who collided with him with his feet with his feet, stood on the ground like a Buddha statue with a golden body at this moment, "What a strong horse stepping on the gods, a good Xingyi Taijiquan ......"

Quack Quack ......

The sound of bones shattering sounded, and Donglai, who was ashen, immediately rolled and fell to the ground, seeing his blood-spattered limbs, he was completely a waste.

Yang Meng slowly swallowed a breath, according to the law of the sun and the moon, with a natural divine will to calm the qi, blood and five internal organs in the body, and only after half a sound did he open his eyes a little haggard, "Ahem...... You lost...... I won't kill you...... Take your apprentice and find a way to escort us out of Yingtai ......" (To be continued!)

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