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Huhuhu......

Violent fist wind whistled in his ears......

Click......

In the swift fist shadow and foot wind, the two of them were like eager hummingbirds, with elbow blows and knee hits and kicks as birds, colliding and pounced fiercely in mid-air......

Yang Meng didn't expect that this seemingly reckless Sambo, once he started his fists and feet, he would be like a praying mantis standing behind the cicada, in the fierce slashing and elbow breaking, mixed with the calmness and composure of a knife hand, which was completely different from the arrogant and domineering appearance when speaking.

Sambo's expression was solemn and serious, his burly figure was beating like the wind, and his jab fist and hook palm and swinging elbow movement hit Yang Meng's face, ear root and even lower abdomen again and again, and his fist technique could be described as fierce as fire and heavy as flying rock.

Yang Meng stood firmly on his feet, first with a monkey-shaped fast claw, and blocked Sambo's wind-like fast punches again and again, but suddenly two smart and fierce long legs appeared, kicking in front of him in a blink of an eye, and his hips, knees, legs, and feet came out of the springing foot technique, like a crossbow kicking left and right in front of him, and finally turned into a combat axe to split from the head.

"Open!"

With a spit, Yang Meng's body also began to shake, and the gluteal muscles exploded to make the lumbar muscles instantly pull the elbows, snapping left and right to hit the fierce springy legs, and then the elbows slightly combined together to hit the autumn-like split, and the body rolled backwards at the same time, with a monkey kick bell, the legs turned into a sickle and kicked out to Sambo's jaw one after another......

Bang bang......

Sambo tilted his head back, slowing down the attack, but when he saw Yang Meng's backward retreat, he didn't realize that his face was smiling, and his feet were already instinctively stepping knees to kick Yang Meng's middle, and the hook of his left hand was weirdly hitting Yang Meng's entire side.

Syllable......

In this way, Yang Meng could only hold the ground with both hands again, and with a handstand hanging kick, he slammed into Sambo's hook and knee hit, and instantly took two steps back with his strength.

"This person's fighting techniques are completely not restricted by any routines in the martial arts, although fists and elbows are used a lot, but in terms of fighting, he relies on his beast-like instincts, as well as the brutal skills tempered by fighting in the mountains and forests and on the battlefield......

In the face of this kind of chaotic fist and monster legs that are difficult to sort out, Yang Meng did not dare to be careless at all, not to mention his cunning and fox-like fighting instincts, just by his kung fu practice from the outside to the inside, it was enough to be comparable to that harrier king Zhennan of the Eagle Claw Gate.

"Master!"

Sambo was also a little surprised in his heart.

He has always looked down on the so-called fist and foot routines of those martial arts sects, and he believes that martial arts are the hunting and survival skills that humans learn from all kinds of beasts, no matter how hard he practices, he feels that he can't compare to the natural instinct that is most suitable for human beings' own bodies.

And when his already extremely amazing beast talent, and after the repeated tempering of tigers, leopards, pigs, bears and savages in the Great Xing'an Mountains, he believed that every seemingly barbaric fighting action he made now was the most simple and direct way to attack, and it was also the most suitable posture for the human body.

However, this seemingly thin opponent also has this rare fighting instinct, although his fist and foot movements are mainly imitated by apes in the mountains and forests, but his hideous roaring divine will wield the power of the most violent wild ape in the mountains, swinging it out of blue, and every time he hits each other with fast and strange fists and feet, the tyranny and strength contained in it are not weaker than his own at all.

"It's really a pleasure, come on, come on!"

The more Sang Bo paid attention to Yang Meng in his heart, the more violent the flow of qi and blood in his body became, with bursts of trembling that others could not understand, his copper bell-like eyes were unconsciously filled with bloodshots, although his mouth still grinned wildly, but the degree and strength of his hands and feet became like the tide in the moonlight in the blink of an eye, like a storm crashing on the shore, surging towards Yang Meng's head and face.

Stampede Tread......

"This guy is clearly a pure battle maniac, and the instinctive reflexivity of his body in the actual combat is beyond the level of the peak of ordinary bright strength, and now with his strong muscle strength, coupled with the inexplicable dark energy in his body, he can actually hit a fierce attack that exceeds the limit of human beings......"

Watching Sambo move in unison like a madman, punching the four sides like a tide, elbowing the three lines, and at the same time mixed with abrupt attacks such as shoulder hitting the top of his head, Yang Meng's face became more and more solemn.

After two or three months of practice, Yang Meng's kung fu of 'listening' is perfect, and even the borrowing of Taijiquan is now a pure natural technique.

But Yang Meng's current level of half-step Taoist art, the strength he 'heard' in his hands told him that this guy named Sambo was in this state of violent excitement, and his body would correct his muscles and movements on his own, perfectly combining the strength of his muscles and bones with the exhalation energy of the rotation of qi and blood in his body.

Although his fists and feet still look like random arrows, but the strength contained in them is staggered, but he does not feel that he has stepped into a wonderful realm, out of even Yang Meng can not come out naturally, mixed with the natural thunder of the Taoist energy, a body that makes the yin and yang in the body self-balanced, but can naturally be integrated into the most superficial fist and foot attack in the perfect dark energy.

In the face of such a clumsy strength and fierce technique, Yang Meng's gluteal muscles, his feet were also like a whimsy, extremely fast and incomprehensible change of direction, and used the instantaneous switching and footwork crossing, surrounding Sambo to fight violence with violence......

The monkey-shaped splitter on the side of the continuous disappointment, so that Sambo's perfect strength and straight fist can't help but fail, if Sambo shows everyone how to move the most perfect straight fist, then Yang Meng staged a scene for everyone, and the wild horse can also be small and delicate horses to step on Feiyan.

The two of them kept changing their fist style and footwork, and Gong Baotian and the others were a little dumbfounded, one seemed to be a beast pounced and fought at all costs, and the other seemed to be a beast tamer with superb boxing skills, restraining or suppressing the counterattack of the beast, but just when Gong Baotian secretly admired it in his heart, he suddenly saw that the beast tamer's hand suddenly became messy......

"Infinite Stream Actual Combat National Technique ......"

This time, Gong Baotian was able to see clearly that this sensational national martial arts technique in the north and south was indeed a boxing with strong combat effectiveness and killing as the ultimate goal......

"Hey, how can the boxing skills of these two people become more and more similar to each other, and the more they fight, the wilder they become?"

Just when Gong Baotian admired Yang Meng's talent in boxing, he suddenly looked at the opponent who was getting closer and closer to him, and somehow his brain cramped at the same time, like a crazy orangutan in the mountains and forests, standing still with his feet, only with the strongest and strongest arms, he slammed into each other again and again......

This simple and crude technique is often despised in martial arts, but in the hands of these two people, it makes people feel an alternative and soul-stirring charm and divine will......

Bang bang......

Listening to it, there were some penetrating punches and kicks, which made the expressions of the two of them like mad tigers gradually calm down, although there was still a trace of danger in their eyes, but their hands changed again to strange moves.

Sambo's boxing skills now seem to be pursuing the boxing theory of 'everything can be broken, only fast is not broken', and his footwork is to wave the word "fast" to the fullest, often whenever Yang Meng jumps and jumps, his feet will be kicked out for the first time, used to guard against Yang Meng's back hand.

The changes in Yang Meng's hands, even if they are as strong as Gong Baotian, can only vaguely see some traces of traditional martial arts, the last move may be the Three Emperors cannon hammer mixed with the strength of the fist, but the next hand has become a whimsical, ten thousand horses galloping, occasionally mixed with a combination of straight stabs or swing fists that no one can understand, or simply use the elbow of Baji Boxing and Muay Thai boxing, and stick to the elbow in front of Sambo to break the elbow and flirt yinjin......

Bang Bang Bang ......

Yang Meng and Sambo's hands increased again, and gradually turned into afterimages in the air, and one was a 'bang' sound from time to time.

The quick and fierce fight, but it was a little easier than the way of playing just now, after the two of them got a respite, they suddenly seemed to be enchanted again, and at the same time forgot about the victory, just relying on their beast-like instincts, dodging the cruel killing moves, and at the same time, letting the weak attack beat on the body, just to take a slight advantage in this brutal collision.

Gradually, not only were the clothes on the two of them torn into rags by the surging fists, but even the strong muscles under the clothes became purple and spotted under the constant abrasions.

Ruoli took a deep breath, shocked that Yang Meng, who had been pursuing the perfection of Taoism, had continuously chosen such a barbaric and terrifying method, and fought with Sambo with his will, if it weren't for seeing that Yang Meng was not at a disadvantage, I am afraid she would have been unable to help but make a move.

In the fierce and fast fight, two minutes passed in a blink of an eye, and these two short minutes seemed to be two years long for everyone.

As the sinister smile on Sambo's face became heavier, Gong Baotian's heart became more worried, "This kind of beast-like martial arts maniac has long forgotten the victory and defeat in his eyes, and in his heart he only has the instinct of life and death and beasts, although Senior Brother Yang became famous at a young age, he is so selfless to fight long with short blows, for what?" If I were on the field, how would I fight back? ”

Unconsciously, everyone has been deeply shocked by the fierce battle between the two, and they even feel that such a terrifying fighting style of the two of them even faintly presents an extreme violent beauty, but the danger and murderous aura in it still force people to dare not look at it directly.

Ruoli's hands were covered with sweat, because he could see that Yang Meng's breath was gradually chaotic.

Since learning the strength of Tiangang Fishing Toad, Yang Meng has adjusted his breathing to breathing against the trend with absolute perseverance, but in this wild and fierce martial arts, the instinct of the body has unconsciously revived again, and even faintly interfered with the qi swallowing method that quickly mobilizes qi and blood.

"Could it be that the innate instinct of the human body is really so strong that it can constantly interfere with the Golden Toad Sect's secret Tiangang Fishing Toad Strength?"

Yang Meng's movements did not slow down, but he unconsciously revealed a flaw in his heart, because under this unparalleled instinct collision, he suddenly remembered Long Ye's statement on the transformation of the Great Perfection, and then remembered the method of moon practice and daily practice.

"Naturally, it is for the congenital, the sun is the congenital yang, and the moon is the innate yin, is it the animal nature in the body that oscillates the qi and blood pressure, or is it the surging qi and blood ......"

Perhaps it was already destined in the dark, just when Yang Meng forgot about life and death, and turned his thoughts to how to turn his strength into how to practice the moon, he entered the pre-war state with Funakoshi Yixiong, and swallowed a breath of qi moon breath with an unintentional heart.

Airplanes......

Yang Meng's eyes trembled slightly, and his throat squirmed by itself, causing his abdomen to shake the qi and blood in his body, and when he was about to suppress the interference of the primitive instinct in his body, he suddenly saw the full moon in the sky like a wheel, attracting a tidal force, constantly affecting the breath swallowed into his abdomen, faintly emitting a trace of inexplicable coolness, and then driving the qi and blood in his body high, showing a surging wave......

"It turns out that this is the real method of monthly training, although the previous boxing skills have been tempered to the limit, but in the end there is still a trace of the divine will of the natural heavenly way, but it is a pity that this mysterious and mysterious monthly training technique, I am afraid that it can only be practiced once a month, and in a year, it can only be practiced twelve times at most......

The wonderful thing is that the more Yang Mengjue swallows the qi and blood with the Tiangang Fishing Toad, the stronger the body's induction to the moonlight, and when he is distracted, after being hit in the shoulder and chest by Sambo's hand, the surging qi and blood can't help but instinctively rush towards the injury......

Wave......

An indescribable feeling filled his mind, Yang Meng suddenly felt that the world in front of him was also bright, and then it appeared, the sensitive dead corners that the dark energy such as the head, neck and the corners of the eyes did not dare to rush into rashly, were actually washed by the moon essence and moisture, and naturally integrated into the brain, straight to the Baihui acupoint in the top heart of the heavenly spirit, communicating the so-called bridge between heaven and earth, and stepping out of the peak of the so-called Great Perfection's dark energy, to the point of turning strength into a god......

Suck...... Call...... Call...... Suck......

Under the excitement, Yang Meng also became excited with the crazy operation of qi and blood, although there was no violent change like Sambo, but under the pressure of his extreme infinite fighting flow, he blended all kinds of boxing techniques he learned little by little......

Of course, the surprises don't stop there.

As Yang Meng consciously increased his breathing, he gradually recovered the strength under the full moon, and also became faster with the agitation of qi and blood, and when he felt that the strength between Sambo's hands and feet was unsustainable, he instinctively restrained the instinct of driving the horse-shaped galloping under his feet with qi and blood, and further deliberately slowed down, so that Sambo, an alternative but extremely effective whetstone, continued to wield his effect......

Sambo finally felt a little heartbroken, because this emaciated mad monkey was able to fight with him with the same beastly instinct, and he was in a stalemate until now.

The martial arts maniac who didn't know that Yang Meng had broken through on the spot still worked hard to carry out the fighting techniques he had created from the mountains and battlefields to the end, although his movements slowed down a little bit, but the fighting intent in his heart never flinched.

Call......

When everyone sighed in their hearts that when they could finally see the movements of the two of them, the air was filled with violent swallowing and gasping sounds, but as soon as this sound sounded, it was replaced by the sound of bones intertwined.

Quack Quack ......

In the face of such intense exertion, the two beasts, whose bodies had been exhausted, invariably changed their fighting techniques, and the fierce and tyrannical fists and feet were instantly replaced by more bizarre joint techniques, wrestling, and jiu-jitsu.

Bang bang......

The two of them were caught off guard, and they didn't feel that they let out a surprised roar in pain, obviously not expecting that the joint skills and wrestling jiu-jitsu that they thought were killers would appear on the opponent's body at the same time, and looking at their skilled Cheng dù, it was obviously not a day's work......

"You mad monkey, where are you sacred, where did you steal the joint wrestling technique created by Lao Tzu?"

Yang Meng turned over and hunched over, while trying to pull away Sambo's arm locked on his throat, and at the same time sandwiched the arm as thick as a child's thigh between his legs, while transporting the horse-shaped gluteal muscles to increase the strength between his legs, while tilting his head to avoid Sambo's hand knife and falling backwards at the same time, "Joke... Lao Tzu: This is a cross joint technique that combines gladiatorial and judo...... You learned this wrestling technique somewhere......"

Bang......

There was a sharp pain in his arm, Sambo hurriedly turned around and rolled, and at the same time slammed Yang Meng's abdomen with his fist, fortunately, the qi and blood consumption of the two of them was too heavy at this moment, not to mention the dark energy, even if it was the strength of the peak of the bright strength, it did not come out.

Ga......

Yang Meng's abdomen hurt, but he still endured it and didn't let go, his legs loosened and buckled, and he clamped Sambo who escaped again, locked tightly on his neck, and twisted his right arm backwards again and again.

When the battle reached this point, the bodies of the two were obviously not enough to make any more killer moves, but with amazing willpower, the competition with the opponent could even be said to be a stalemate, seeing that they were rolling around on the ground, and gradually became like mud monkeys, Yingdu, who came to Yingtai with Sambo, shouted with a little trembling: "Both of them are strong kung fu Baturu, why don't you stop now......

The two of them moved slightly in their hearts, and suddenly felt sorry for each other, seeing that everyone was worried and coming over, they suddenly smiled at each other, and stood up in unison......

"Okay, it's worthy of the crazy monkey Yang Meng, I Sangbo has convinced you today, and I will return to Daxinganling in two days and continue to practice my wild boxing skills with the tigers and bears in the mountains and forests!"

"Brother Sambo's unlimited fighting techniques are ruthless and strong, and he is worthy of being a master who pursues the natural way of heaven and is dedicated to martial arts......"

A thrilling fierce battle turned out to be a rare peace of mind, which relieved everyone who had been worried for a long time.

It's just that when Yang Meng finally sat down and swallowed his breath to the full moon to refine that trace of cool air, he suddenly remembered with some surprise that those Russian KGB agents in later generations seemed to have a mandatory fighting technique...... It's called Sambo Martial Arts......