Chapter 197: Eighteen Palms of the Dragon Descending (II)

"Amitabha, now there is only Shaolin Yuanzhen."

Hearing Shi Huolong say his real name, Cheng Kun said lightly, a cold light flashed in his eyes, but his shot was even sharper.

Listening to Cheng Kun's words, Shi Huolong's gaze also became solemn, although the eighteen palms of the dragon descended to the world, and he was also a first-class master, but he was not facing ordinary people.

As the saying goes, the servant looks at the master, and the master looks at the apprentice, just by looking at Cheng Kun's apprentice Golden Retriever Lion King Xie Xun can know a thing or two, how many people hate Xie Xun now, you can know how unscrupulous Xie Xun was back then, and you can know that Cheng Kun is not a waste of fame. Back then, when Cheng Kun dominated the world with a mixed yuan thunderbolt, Shi Huolong himself was still a small character of the beggar gang.

It's just that later he was deeply resentful of the death of his sister, and launched a revenge plan against his apprentice Xie Xun, the king of Mingjiao, and finally his family was ruined, provoking him to kill people like hemp, and figured out that Xie Xun was full of blood to disturb Mingjiao, and then worshiped the Shaolin sect Kongjian monk as a teacher, hiding in the shadows, and then disappeared in the rivers and lakes, but I didn't expect to meet him today.

Boom!

The thunder and the dragon's breath collided, and there was no harsh metallic trill, but like a volcanic eruption, a loud bang, shaking the valley, and the beasts surrendered, and scattered and fled.

Besides, on the field, when Cheng Kun took out his real kung fu to deal with Shi Huolong, his shape immediately changed greatly, and Shi Huolong was hit with a punch and plowed the ground with both feet, crossing two deep ravines.

This punch shook his whole body and blood, if it weren't for the fact that there was still a layer of body protection qi, just the thunderbolts that flickered from time to time at that time would be enough for him to drink a pot.

Even so, his arms were faintly spasmodic, his muscles and bones were numb, and his internal force was almost shattered.

However, when the narrow road meets, the brave wins, and when it is strong, Shi Huolong not only did not have the slightest intention of avoiding its edge, but when he saw his right foot slamming on the ground, he only heard a bang, and finally stopped his body after being shocked back more than ten zhang.

Then, I saw that he didn't care about the injuries on his body at all, and his feet fell staggered, and he quickly approached Cheng Kun, took a breath, exhaled, and his left palm probed forward, and his right palm pierced out from under the left palm, hitting him directly in the lower abdomen.

With a palm strike, the power was not only not weakened by half a point due to the injury, but it was still victorious.

This is subconsciously, implicitly in line with the true meaning of the eighteen palms of the dragon. The emphasis is on the stronger the enemy, the stronger I am, so it is called the dragon, and it is not impossible to call it the tiger. The most difficult part is that you can attack with strength and still have some spare strength. However, if you blindly keep your strength and don't have the strength to send it out, then it won't work, and you need to have more than enough.

"Look for death."

Although Cheng Kun escaped into Buddhism, he did not have any compassion, and at this moment he was angered by Shi Huolong's refusal to retreat but to advance, even if he was dying, he would pull people on his back, and his backhand was a punch.

His internal strength was agitated, his qi was vigorous, and his qi and blood were surging like a tide. An arm is like gold and iron, blooming with precious light. The punch is like thunder, the fist falls like thunder, and there is the power of thunder.

The Thunder Fist method is also fierce and uncasting, although it is not as exquisite as the eighteen palms of the dragon descending, but compared to the twelve palms of the dragon descending that lacks the essence, it is not inferior at all, plus Shi Huolong's skill is not as good as Cheng Kun, and the result is naturally self-evident.

Although he was repelled by Cheng Kun again, Shi Huolong still fought to the death, or shot with both palms, one move of Shuanglong to get water, or a backhand horizontal split, one move of the dragon swinging tail, and occasionally a move suddenly.

For a while, the palm wind was whistling, the qi was vertical and horizontal, the dragon was groaning, and the sky was full of shadows of the eighteen palms of the dragon.

Especially the last palm, the dragon fights in the wild, its blood is yellow, it is a very mysterious kung fu in the eighteen palms of the dragon, the left arm and the right palm, are real and virtual, non-eclectic, seeing Cheng Kun blocking his left arm, the right palm suddenly rose, and it was also Peng's sound, which hit his right arm and chest, Cheng Kun's body flew straight back like a paper harrier broken line, and a mouthful of blood gushed out.

Seeing Shi Huolong becoming more and more courageous and imposing, Cheng Kun was retreating, he was now hit in the chest by Shi Huolong's palm, and without a few days of effort, the injury could not recover at all, and if he continued to fight, he was afraid that it would also be the result of losing both.

Thinking of this, Cheng Kun suddenly repelled Shi Huolong with one palm, and then without waiting for him to fight back, he retreated, running the dragonfly point water light power lifting technique, and left far away after a few ups and downs, and at this moment, his voice slowly came.

"The eighteen palms of the dragon are really worthy of their reputation, there is something to do today, Shi Gang Master, we will fight again in the future."

Seeing that Cheng Kun was defeated and retreated, Shi Huolong did not chase after him, and stood motionless in place, which made Wu Ji very strange.

Wow!

At this moment, Shi Huolong, who was expressionless, suddenly spurted out a mouthful of reverse blood, and his standing body was also shaky.

"Brother Shi."

Wu Ji was shocked when he saw this, and hurriedly jumped out, up and down, came behind Shi Huolong, and helped him sit down, while the Jiuyang Divine Skill was running, and the internal force continued to enter his body, wanting to help him treat his injuries.

"Okay, Brother Wu Ji doesn't have to work in vain." After a while, Shi Huolong was spurting out a mouthful of blood, but his complexion was much better, and his breath eased.

In his early years, because of the battle of Xiangyang, the elite of the beggar gang was lost, and his vitality was greatly damaged, and when he became the leader of the gang, it was already gloomy. Moreover, the eighteen palms of the beggar gang were also incomplete, so that the cultivation of the eighteen palms of the dragon was incomplete, and the practice went mad, so that half of the body was lost.

And this time against Cheng Kun, he forcibly cast twelve palms to descend the dragon and eighteen palms, shocking Cheng Kun, so that he vomited blood and left, but it was to drink to quench his thirst, and the injury was aggravated, if Wu Ji had Yang Guo's skills, with his Jiuyang magic skills, there might be hope for treatment, but now, even if it was sent to Zhongnan Mountain to let Yang Guo make a move, it would be too late, and as soon as the time was delayed, even Da Luo Jinxian was also weak.

"I wanted to invite you for a drink, but it seems that there is no chance." Shi Huolong smiled reluctantly, "You also saw the scene just now, I expect that after three days of Cheng Kun, he will definitely recover his vitality and come back to provoke, when the time comes, the beggar gang will have nothing, they will painstakingly get rid of me, just for the beggar gang, but pity my wife and children, but they are going to be poisoned." ”

Speaking of this, Shi Huolong gasped, and continued, "There is no one else at the moment, but the old beggar has something he wants to entrust, I don't know if Brother Wu Ji will agree." ”

Looking at Shi Huolong's expectant eyes, Wu Ji couldn't help but sigh with emotion, thinking about how bold he was when he met Shi Huolong in the Drunken Immortal Building, but at this moment, it was

"Although the elder brother is here, he will go to the soup and go to the fire, and he will not give up." Wu Ji sighed secretly in his heart, but what he said was categorical.