After a while, more than a dozen figures had already broken out of the stone statue.

They come in a variety of forms, some are warriors in armor, some are primeval birds with iron bodies, and some are domineering beasts......

"Live...... Alive?" Li Yang was horrified, and he suspected that the roar just now might have awakened the sleeping being.

But after carefully sensing it, he breathed a sigh of relief that he didn't sense the breath of life in these creatures.

If it is really alive, it is estimated that the old monsters of the major families will be scared half to death when they come. Creatures dating back to the Thor period, this can only be a ghost!

"Boom!"

At this moment, the warrior closest to Li Yang stepped forward, and the ground seemed to tremble.

"Boom!"

Then, he punched out, without bells and whistles, it was the most ordinary straight punch.

However, Li Yang felt that the space around him contracted in an instant, and his body couldn't move, so he could only punch hard at this time.

"Bang!"

Li Yang's fist was wrapped in Yuan Li, like burning, even the cultivator of Zhou Tianjing was injured by this punch, but the moment he touched the opponent's fist, there was not even a little room for resistance, just like a three-year-old child's small fist hitting an adult, completely crushed!

Yes, it was crushed, and Li Yang flew out directly like a marble.

He landed more than ten meters away, his arm was constantly shaking, and he couldn't exert any strength.

"What kind of punch is this?" he said, looking confused.

There is no Yuan Force, no skills, it is such a simple punch, but whether it is in terms of momentum or power, it must be above the spell performed by Zhou Tianjing!

"Boom!"

The warrior stepped forward again, with a large step, spanning more than a dozen meters in one step.

His face was unwavering, like a machine controlled by man, without intelligence.

"Boom!"

It was still the punch just now, simple and rude, Li Yang felt it more clearly this time, he didn't dare to pick up its edge, and jumped into the air with a "brush".

Now, his Yuan Force blockade has been broken, and his Qi cultivation has been restored to the Jindan Realm, and his speed has increased several times, and his mind is ten meters away.

Of course, this speed is much worse than that of the cultivators in the Vientiane Realm, after all, they have wings and spells, and the speed is comparable to the reappearance of fierce birds.

"Damn, can't you still dodge if you can't beat me?" Li Yang sneered as he hung in the air.

"Brush!"

However, at this moment, a black light quickly amplified in front of his eyes, and it was the fierce bird that was making a move.

It was not as huge as the Roc Bird, its wings spread out only one meter, and its pitch-black feathers were hard like a steel sword stuck upside down in its body.

But it was extremely fast, Li Yanglai didn't dodge, one wing had already swept over.

"Bell!"

A piercing sound of fine iron crashing resounded all around, and I saw that Li Yang's arms appeared with fire attribute yuan power, condensed into armor, and blocked the blow.

But the force of the blow could not be undone, and he was knocked to the ground.

"Boom!"

Without giving him the slightest respite, the warrior punched again, crossed his arms to protect his chest, and flew again with a "bang".

However, to his surprise, such a blow that was enough to blast some Vientiane Realm cultivators to pieces didn't hurt him.

"What the hell is he trying to do?"

There could be no response, there was no trace of anger on the warrior's face, and he mechanically shot at Li Yang, who seemed to be locked on.

His pace is big, his speed is fast, his punches are not fast, but it is difficult to dodge, and Li Yang does not want to fight him. But every time he jumped up in the air, he would be swept down by the fierce birds, and sometimes just after a step, another beast crawling around him would slap him away with one claw, so he could only passively catch the punch.

"Bang", "bang"......

The strength of the armored warrior was very accurate, and it couldn't hurt him, but Li Yang was not comfortable, and every time he was beaten, his blood was surging, and his bones were almost scattered.

"Is he training me?" Li Yang thought that this was the only way, Thor had laid a lot of levels to hone his child, not to kill him.

"Boom", "boom"......

The offensive has been fierce, but it was still that punch, and after Li Yang connected twenty punches, he suddenly thought, does Thor want to pass on his boxing skills through this fighter?

"Fight!" he gritted his teeth and withdrew the Yuan Force from his fist.

"Boom!"

The armored warrior came to attack as always, only to see him step on the ground, the ground shook, and he rushed out with the man, and at the same time the fist came out from his waist.

Li Yang didn't need to follow along, and with the blessing of his mind, all the postures of the armored warrior from stepping to completing the punch were imprinted in his mind, just like a movie.

"Boom!"

The armored warrior finished accumulating his strength, and with a punch, the air within a radius of several meters seemed to be drained in an instant, turning into a vacuum!

"Bang ......"

Li Yang swung his fist to resist, and the moment he touched the opponent's fist, he felt a majestic force burst out from his fist, like the waves of the sea one after another.

"Bang!"

He flew out again, and his heart was shocked: "What kind of fist is this?"

Maybe it can't be called a fist anymore, the fists of the armored warriors clearly carry multiple artistic conceptions, like waves and heavy like mountains.

"Could it be that this is a combat skill?" Li Yang thought.

In the distant primeval times, monastics focused more on developing human power. Three-year-old children carry stone locks, five-year-old children carry tripods, and when they reach the age of ten, they have to follow the tribal adults to fight and kill fierce beasts in the mountains and forests, and in countless fights, they have tempered a set of fighting skills.

They are simple and direct, but they are the most practical, in the tempering again and again, people will be the mountains and rivers, the sun and the moon and other artistic conceptions into it, that is, the later combat skills.

However, the artistic conception is subtle and cannot be described in written language, so even if you teach it by hand, it is difficult to achieve success in combat skills if you do not have a certain amount of talent and understanding.

As a result, countless people have been blocked from the path of monasticism, and it is difficult for them to achieve success. The primeval ancestors had to think of a way out, which led to a technique that is now easier to practice.

Li Yang was delighted that he already had the Burning Heaven Sutra, one of the most powerful scriptures in the world, but he always lacked a powerful attack method. What can be done is only a few soul techniques left by God King Yunchen, if you can understand one or two combat skills, it is undoubtedly a good result at the moment.

The power of the Eight Pole Fist and the like from the first is too small, and the cultivation is not enough for Zhou Tian Realm, and it is not possible to practice the technique, so the combat skill is the most suitable!

"Boom!"

The armored warrior punched again, Li Yang did not dodge or dodge, and also stepped out, starting from the waist with his fist, until he was accumulating strength to meet the opponent's fist.

"Bang ......"

The next moment, Li Yang flew out, but he still didn't give up and came again with a fist.

"Bang", "bang"......

shot again and again, but was knocked away every time, and Li Yang's whole person was like a sandbag. Finally, after connecting dozens of punches, he couldn't stand it anymore and didn't want to be beaten again.

"What went wrong?" He was able to mimic his opponent's punch stance, not even the slightest, but he realized that he hadn't grasped the essence of the technique.

This time, he didn't rush to the shot again, carefully observing his opponent's punches.

"Boom!"

The armored warrior stepped out, and Li Yang immediately noticed that the ground was shaking.

"Brush!"

He ran out, but in Li Yang's opinion, it was more like a bounce out.

Li raised his eyebrows and frowned, isn't this the dark energy he comprehended?

Of course, he also noticed the difference, the power alone cannot be compared with the combat skills, the biggest difference is that the combat skills contain multiple artistic conceptions.

However, it was enough to finally give him a clue. Almost familiar with the road, he stepped on the ground and punched in exactly the same position as his opponent.

"Bang!"

There was an explosion, and then a figure flew upside down.

Li Yang stood ten meters away, secretly annoying: "Why is it still not good?"

He didn't believe in evil and threw himself at the other party again.

"Bang", "bang"......

Li Yang's mind was always shrouded in the armored warrior, trying his best to imitate the opponent's punch, not letting go of even the slightest detail, but he was still blown away by the opponent.

After a hundred moves, his arms were numb, and he wondered what had gone wrong with him.

"Could it be ......" Suddenly, he noticed a pair of armored warriors' eyes, which never seemed to move, and there was only him as the target.

"Momentum!"

Yes, it's momentum, because it's a dead man, he never notices. But every time the opponent punches, he feels a domineering aura rushing to his face, and even the space can be blocked.

"Kill!"

Li Yang roared, stepped on the ground, and the person rushed out, his body bent into a big bow, his fist continued to accumulate strength at his waist, and the whole movement was extremely coherent.

At this moment, he did it with his body as a bow and his fist as an arrow!

"Boom!"

It wasn't until he got close to the other party that he finally finished charging and punched out!

"Bang ......"

It was like two * colliding together, and the surrounding air was constricted, draining rapidly, and then exploded with a "boom", and a violent wave of air swept around.

"Pedal Pedal Pedal T

Li Yang stepped on the ground and took a few steps back before steady.

The armored warrior stood still, "click", and his body cracked, followed by a crack in his chest, which spread all the way to his thighs.

"Bang Bang!"

There was a sound of bamboo beans stir-frying, and the body of the armored warrior cracked into pieces and fell to the ground, as if it had been oxidized by the air, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a pile of black rubble.

"It's done!" Li Yang's entire right arm could barely move, but he was very excited, and after so much effort, he finally learned this combat technique.

"Boom!"

However, at this moment, the ground trembled again, but it was another armored warrior standing dozens of meters away.

He crossed more than ten meters in one step, and then stepped out again, appearing in front of Li Yang almost in the blink of an eye, along with his fist.

"Mom!