In a small courtyard near the Haoran Martial Arts Hall, two martial artists, a middle-aged man and a young man, were standing opposite each other. ≌

Both of them are tall and large, with stern faces, sharp eyes, and deep temperaments, and the muscles that are exposed look very soft, but they contain explosive power.

On the other side of the small courtyard, there were two other warriors, all of whom had thick feet and broad shoulders, and their whole bodies contained a brave and spicy temperament, giving people the feeling of two humanoid tigers and lions, and they were obviously not ordinary warriors.

One of the middle-aged men with gray temples said: "Feng Lun's Holy Ancestor has both hands and shape, and once fought hundreds of bandits alone in the Lotus Cliff, using the mountains and forests to roam and kill each other one by one. Wu Anzhi is probably not an opponent. ”

The man beside him had dark skin and a special beast tattoo on his face, and after hearing this, he replied: "Although Wu Anzhi is not as experienced as the other party, his body should still be above Feng Lun, it depends on whether Feng Lun can kill him at once." The two of them have a grudge against their masters, and I'm afraid that this time they will have to share life and death. ”

The two of them stared closely at the two people on the field, and in the next moment, the middle-aged man on the field had already rushed out like a cheetah.

I saw that the middle-aged man known as Feng Lun was full of energy, the robe on his body was flying up and down, and one hand was stretched out, as if he was an immortal guiding the way. Especially between his fingers, the fingertips are like poisonous snakes, constantly swaying up and down, left and right, as if generating many phantoms, and it is impossible to predict where he will land.

Wu Anzhi on the other side saw this, his eyes lit up, and he saw that his body was slightly raised, and there was a light clicking sound on his arm, as if a male lion had woken up. Then he threw a punch, and the wind howled. The sound of a lion's roar could be faintly heard.

This is that he has practiced the lion fist he has cultivated to the point of being superb, accompanied by bone concussions, vocal cords vibrating, and the sound of a lion's roar.

Bang! A finger and a fist collided together, Feng Lun shouted hello, he didn't expect the other party to be young. was able to practice the lion fist to this point, and just when one of his fingers was blocked, his other hand had already slammed away, like a steel whip, using his shoulder as the fulcrum, and threw it towards Wu Anzhi's stomach.

Feng Lun's whip was used, and the whole arm looked soft, and it seemed that even the elbows and wrists were connected. This is the supreme strength he has trained on his arms to the extreme. Even the wrists and elbows are almost gone.

With this whip, even if there was a piece of granite in front of him, Feng Lun was confident that the rock would crack.

If Wu Anzhi was whipped in the stomach by this whip, I am afraid that he would be beaten in two on the spot.

Wu Anzhi also seemed to know that this whip could not be hard-connected, his legs flashed under his feet, and the whole person had already flown backwards. But as soon as he retreated, the most important momentum of Lion Fist had been discharged, and he was suddenly given the upper hand by Feng Lun on the other side.

I saw that Feng Lun's move failed. But he was unforgiving, and his hands brought up a burst of afterimages. It has been pumped towards Wu Zhi'an like a raging storm.

Every time the whip was drawn, the sound of air explosion could be heard, and Feng Lun's hands were like turning into two big iron whips, pumping wildly.

The iron whip has always been a weapon used by generals on the battlefield. And the Holy Ancestor Sanshou that Feng Lun is using now is a martial art created by the Great Qi Taizu. Turning the whip method into a technique is absolutely ferocious to the extreme.

After a series of dodges, Wu Zhian finally had to rush out with one hand and block towards the inside of the opponent's arm. He had already used all his strength in this hand, but he still underestimated the other party's martial arts attainments.

I saw Wu Zhi'an holding Feng Lun's whip with one hand. The other party's arm was like a noodle, it was not hard at all, and the palm of his hand had already been used as a fulcrum by Wu Zhi'an's block, and then smashed towards his face.

The distance was too close, Wu Zhi'an only felt that his scalp was numb, his heart was beating wildly, a lion's roar came out of his mouth, and his other fist was already hammering towards Feng Lun's crotch, making it clear that he was going to die together.

But Feng Lun's experience was so old and spicy, he retreated back all of a sudden, dodging Wu Zhi'an's blow that ended up together. Although his whip failed to hit Wu Zhi'an's face, the palm of his hand was like a file, leaving a thumb-thick wound on the other party's shoulder.

In the next few rounds, Feng Lun continued to leave wounds on Wu Zhi'an's body, seeing that the opponent's footsteps were gradually floating, and his hands became weaker, Feng Lun grabbed a flaw in Wu Zhi'an, and swept towards the opponent's temples with a fierce whip. If this blow hits, I'm afraid that the opponent's head will be blown up directly.

Just when everyone thought that Wu Zhi'an was going to die, Feng Lun felt that his eyes were spent, and a white and tender palm was already in front of him.

It was Zuo Zhicheng's palm.

The reason why Zuo Zhicheng's palms and even the skin of his entire body are white and tender is because he practices the relationship between the golden body of the Enma Demon, and there is a layer of trembling power on the surface of the skin on his body, which bounces away the old skin, dead skin and all kinds of dust on his body, making his skin look extremely white and tender.

With a snap, it was like the sound of an iron whip on a steel plate, Feng Lun's blow was not only fruitless, but he also felt that his entire arm was numb, and his blood was surging, and he couldn't use his strength.

On the other side, Wu Zhi'an only felt that there was a strong force on his neck, and he was gently carried out, like a chicken.

After a feeling of soaring clouds, he had already flown more than ten meters away.

And Feng Lun knew that someone was stirring up the situation, so he snorted coldly, and no matter who the person was, his other hand had already been pumped towards the other party's chest.

In just one fight, he already knew that the opponent's martial arts were high, and I was afraid that he was still above him, and this whip was pulled out, and he used all his strength, only to see that the joints of his whole body exploded in unison, his shoulders twisted, and his entire arm suddenly grew a section.

At this time, Feng Lun mobilized the strength of his whole body together, and in one move, the air seemed to be pulled away, and there was a buzzing sound.

But Zuo Zhicheng, who was opposite him, faced this move, he didn't dodge, didn't move, didn't fight, just looked at Feng Lun indifferently, and let him whip this whip on his chest.

Between the lightning and flint, Zuo Zhicheng's entire body seemed to shake, and the muscles up and down his body were accompanied by violent vibrations, as if a Yangtze River was a big river, transmitting all the power to his chest, and then bursting out.

With the epidermal force of his chest, this is almost an unbelievable martial art, but Zuo Zhicheng easily did it with his amazing martial arts cultivation and the content of the Enma Golden Body.

Obviously, during this period of cultivation, not only did he make progress in the Cold Light Fluctuation Sword and Dao Technique, but all other martial arts did not relax, and because of his efforts and the progress of his physical strength, he also made great progress.

Bang! With a loud bang, I saw that after the palms and chests intersected, Feng Lun's arm bounced back directly as if it had been run over by a truck, and he himself stepped back more than ten steps before he finally stopped, and his eyes were as wide as bull's eyes, looking at Zuo Zhicheng who was motionless.

The two-faced martial artist on the other side also looked shocked, his eyes were bright, and he looked at the chest of Zuo Zhicheng in disbelief, just under Feng Lun's whip, the other party's shirt was directly torn open with a big hole, but the skin of the body was still white and tender like a baby, and there was not even a trace of red marks.

'No harm? How can it be unharmed? ’

The thought echoed in the minds of all four people present.

And Zuo Zhicheng looked at the clothes that were already tattered on his chest, and nodded at Feng Lun in front of him: "Can you do this with your current body...... Not bad. (To be continued!)

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