Savage Iron Fist, that is a skill that Tamil has practiced from childhood to adulthood and has been studying for more than 20 years!

This skill has been completely crushed, chewed, swallowed into his stomach, and turned into a memory in his bones!

When it comes to the understanding of the savage iron fist, Tamil considers himself second, and who would dare to admit first except the god of war?

Rumble!

Two fists that shimmered with golden light slammed together.

This time, the Tamil stood still, and the barbarian's right fist was thrown back, and he even took his body in a half-circle in the same place.

In a simple competition of strength, he actually lost!

With his strong body, strong strength, and the blessing of the god of war, he still lost!

If the other party cheats, he will be furious.

However, the other side is a dignified and unfancy head-on bombardment.

"Ah......h

The barbarian roared, thumped his chest, and rushed up again.

Tamil laughed, then plunged into the arms of the savage, and punched him, which was slammed into the opponent's chest.

Rumble!

The barbarian who rushed forward froze instantly, and the strong momentum centered on his chest, spreading like ripples to the limbs and hundreds of remains.

His face rippled involuntarily, revealing a mouthful of beast-like white teeth.

This punch was ten times heavier than the previous Short Spear and Meteor Hammer combined!

However, it still doesn't hurt or itch!

The Battle-Hardened Body not only boosted his defense, but also enhanced his damage reduction, and even transmitted the attacks he encountered to every inch of skin and tissue.

Stockpile! Saved! Counterattack!

To the barbarians, the enemy's attack was like pushing a slingshot, and all the strength was accumulated, and when it reached its limit, it was returned in one go.

Defend and counterattack!

Fight back in the direction of the power transfer, with no loss.

Moreover, the timing of the counterattack is the moment when the enemy's old strength is exhausted, the new strength is not born, and the empty door is wide open.

One hit is a must!

One hit kills!

However, before the barbarian could move, Tamil was struck in the chest again.

Inch punch!

There is no need to charge power, even if it is close to the opponent, it can instantly burst out with strong lethality.

Rumble!

Rumble!

rumble

With three punches in a row, the barbarian kicked back three steps.

However, this is only the beginning of the nightmare.

The characteristic of Wing Chun is that it is continuous and continuous, like rain hitting plantains, and like a broken ghost animal, which cannot be stopped at all.

Seeing this scene, Xi Tong couldn't help but think deeply.

When it was passed to Tamil Wing Chun on a whim, some people still felt that this was a big failure, and it was they who were helping the author to master the number of words in the water.

However, where do they know what they think.

It is better to teach people to fish than to teach them to fish, and what is taught to Tamil is the core essence of cunquan, rather than specific routines.

This is the core of Wing Chun, and Cun Quan shows this essence to the fullest.

This essence is extremely lethal in the hands of ordinary warriors, and it is still useful in the hands of a strong man like Tamil who marches beyond the mundane to the holy realm, and the effect is even greater.

To put it bluntly, even at the god level, this move is still available, and can even become a Tamil signature - just like the God of War and his savage iron fist.

Although it is just a small trick, it has unlimited potential, endless possibilities.

This is also the reason why Ouyang Jiangang set up the ring in King Jiang City and is willing to live an NPC life.

Because, this is the key to enter the Tao with martial arts!

Wind Vortex!

When Tamil steps on both feet, the attributes of the combat boots are instantly activated.

The force field of the wind wandered around the body, and gravity loosened its grip.

Tamil speed increased dramatically.

As if with four hands and eight arms, the savage iron fist kept smashing on the barbarian's chest.

Even though the barbarians had the defense and damage reduction of the battle-hardened body, they were still smashed by the Tamil to the point that their chests collapsed and their mouths spurted blood.

In just a few breaths, the blood he spurted almost spilled the sky around the two of them.

Tick......

At the same time, the first drop of blood had just landed.

Rumble!

Tamil maintained a punch stance, and the inertia and potential energy accumulated by the previous thousands of punches burst out.

Sneer......

The barbarian's body was cracked everywhere, and blood arrows flew out one after another.

He flew upside down with his feet off the ground, sweeping all the way for dozens of meters.

Tamil snorted and gasped.

The blow of the storm just now was certainly hearty, but the consumption of physical strength was also terrifying.

Especially when cultivating and using the Chiyou Demon Body, the stomach is like a bottomless pit, and it will never be stuffed and full.

Therefore, Tamil's physical strength was exhausted and there was no way to continue.

However......

The opponent rolled on the ground a few times and slowly stood up, not only did not weaken, but became more vigorous and fiery!

The savage wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and the crimson color brushed away from his cheeks, adding a touch of chic fierceness to him.

The fighting spirit is like a flame, scorching the air around it, and even the vision is scalded, becoming distorted and fluctuating.

Warthirsty Soul!

The level is unknown, and the cultivation method is unknown......

Taimi had only seen the name and description of the skill on the fragments of the exercise, but he knew nothing else.

For twenty years, Tamil has spat on countless people who tear books.

I thought that I would never find the lost content in my lifetime, but I didn't expect to be able to witness and even experience the war-loving soul with my own eyes.

It's just that the experience is a bit less than wonderful.

The war-thirsty soul, transcending the cycle of life and death, and fighting a decisive battle in the Infernal Hell.

The winner lives, the loser dies!

It's a desperate skill, and it's also a life-saving skill.

Buzz Buzz ......

The strange power radiates in all directions, centered on the barbarians.

The blood stains sprinkled on the ground quickly atomized and dispersed in all directions, and then they were restrained by an invisible force and manifested in the form of swords, guns, swords, and halberds.

Sonorous sonorous ......

Behind the Tamil appeared a weapon-shaped handle, like a fence, enclosing the two in a small circle with a diameter of 10 meters.

The barbarian whistled and gasped, his eyes blazing with fighting intent.

Tamil looked at the barbarian's dense wounds......

"No more bloodshed? Looks like you've run out of blood! ”

"I see that the price of the Warthirsty Soul is the consumption of all the blood."

Whether it is retained in the body or spilled outside the body.

"You're trying to kill me, devour my blood, and restore my vitality, right?"

Hearing Tamil's words, the barbarian nodded, then roared, stepped forward with his right foot, and raised his arms in a gesture.

However, Tamil flicked his fists.

The barbarian immediately thought of the stormy combo just now, and withdrew his arms in a parry, sealing them in front of his chest.

He didn't know that Tamil didn't have the strength to perform the same move again, but he knew that if he ate another set of such endless attacks, he would surely die.

Deadlocked!

The hemp rod beats the wolf, and the two ends are afraid!

But at this time, the halberd-like weapon behind Tamil was like quicksand, descending from the tip and quickly disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Seeing this scene, the barbarian was anxious.

He paced restlessly from side to side, a low growl brewing in his throat.

Soon, the euphorbia disappeared by a fifth.

The savage was even more manic, and his desire for life overcame his fear of death, and he beat his hands on his chest in turn, as if to cheer himself up.

With a wave of Tamil's hand, the joy of fire appeared out of thin air.

Feeling the threat emanating from the joy of fire, the barbarian's eyes shrank slightly, and instinctively retreated half a step.

Tamil coughed, "Sorry, I took it wrong." ”

"That's how it should be."