After the bandits of the Evil Tiger Village appeared, there was a commotion among the people who retreated to the bay, and more than a dozen bold young men exchanged heads and ears, discussing whether to the guy and fight back to help the hero. Li Zheng took a few old people to patrol like pickets, and when he saw this situation, he reprimanded him fiercely. Several young people were still unconvinced, muttering to themselves, but they saw the white and crimson official uniforms appearing from a distance, and they were suddenly like geese pinched by the neck, unable to make a sound.

Ruge stepped on a small stone pile like a staircase, and climbed to the high platform to look. She had no shoes on, and her sackcloth was stained with dust, but her movements were neat. The girl grabbed her hand and followed her, for fear that her sister would fall. Lin Siniang stomped her feet and shouted, but she couldn't call her daughter, and in a hurry, more than 20 healthy women consciously rushed over and accompanied her to surround the high platform twice. The platform is not very high, and there is a beach below, so even if it falls, someone will pick it up, so it doesn't matter.

The wind was strong at the corner of the bay, blowing the clothes and belts, Ruge pressed it with his hand, subconsciously clenched it, his face was calm, and he couldn't see a trace of panic.

Since seeing Man Jianghong, something seems to have awakened in the depths of her soul, and she has a sense of alienation from the things in front of her, looking at it from a top-down perspective. Therefore, although she knew that Man Jianghong's battle was related to her life, and even the life and death of many people, she would not be like an ordinary infatuated woman who complained about women, crying and rushing forward to live and die together. Because she knew that it would only drag Lang Jun down.

If we want to live, we will live together, and if we want to die, we will die together!

The others held their breath and stood silent, standing on tiptoe and stretching their necks to look into the distance, their hearts beating to their throats.

Because this war is related to everyone's net worth and life. There must be a big move before Bai Qi leaves the island, and he is stimulated by this, and it is impossible not to run wild. The Wyvern General can't count on it, so he can only rely on this strange boy who fell from the sky, like the hero of the world in the song dream.

Man Jianghong flew up casually and shot the eagle eagle, venting some of the strength in his body. Rigidity cannot last, strings cannot be tightened, and one relaxation is the right way.

He took off the "shoulders" of his sleeveless shirt, folded them carefully, found a stone on the edge of the circle to press, and turned back to look at his opponent calmly.

Observing with the eye of the sky, the white dantian was once abandoned like a flower, but it healed again, leaving a scar on the boss. The breath flowing in his meridians was extremely pure and unhindered. What's even more terrifying is that there seems to be spiritual energy in the true qi.

Since the transformation of one-ten-thousandth of his body, Man Jianghong is particularly sensitive to spiritual energy and knows the power of it. For example, the internal qi of the martial arts is like the heat energy released by burning coal, the true qi of the cultivation is like the electrical energy released by the magnetic field, and the spiritual energy is like nuclear energy. Theoretically, heat energy can produce electricity, electricity can also produce heat energy, and psionic energy can produce heat energy and the effect of electrical energy is even more effortless. However, heat and electricity cannot penetrate deep into the nucleus and produce neutron fission, which causes a chain reaction.

The release of any energy must have a carrier to present the effect. It is necessary to have attachments in order to amplify the power. There is a world of difference between an atomic-bomb exploding in a vacuum and a city.

Man Jianghong's carrier only has a strong body, and his work is mainly based on mechanical energy. It is not clear what kind of power the psionic energy will produce once it is combined with the true qi. It's like, you know nuclear energy, you know electric energy, but what the hell is it when it is doped with nuclear energy?

The moon is poopy, people are invincible from the hole, and the master will hit the mourning star as soon as he comes out of the hole, and he will not die before he gets out of the hole!

He took two sip in disgust.

Man Jianghong flew to shoot the eagle, suppressed the bandits, and all of them turned their heads to look in the direction of the eagle falling, and some people swallowed saliva involuntarily. The place should be remembered clearly, and I will run over to pick it up later, wash and wash and boil a big pot of soup, and then put some wild vegetables and mushrooms, ahhh......h That taste, quasi-guarantee can fresh the tongue!

Bai Qi was not suppressed, and walked forward slowly, his feet as dignified as a thousand pounds. In the soft places on the beach, ordinary people walk to cover the surface of their feet at most, but he is ankle-deep with every step, leaving deep footprints along the way.

When the distance between the two sides was only more than a zhang, Bai Qi stopped, his body fell, his hands were raised, and he was pinched into a claw shape.

Man Jianghong took a T-shaped step, clenched his fists, bowed his waist slightly, and slanted his shoulders, cautiously guarded.

It doesn't seem right, could it be that the grandmaster also moved his hands and feet in a fight, sweating and falling eight petals, facing the loess with his back to the sky? That posture, how ...... Not a tall man!

The hall can be able to release internal qi and external qi, how can Bai Qi, as a grandmaster, have no mysterious means? But if he stood far away, pressed his palm weakly, and shattered this kid's internal organs with his true qi, he fell down softly. Gao Ming is clever, but it has no visual impact, and it can't have the effect of killing chickens and showing monkeys. This is why the rulers of the past have preferred such cruel forms of execution as beheading, car splitting, and Ling Chi. Like what kind of wine poisoning, wet paper suffocation, only a few big people can enjoy it.

I saw Bai Qi swallowing his throat and opening his mouth, baring his teeth and dumbfounding, stomping under his feet, and pounced with a loud shout, like a tiger descending from the mountain.

This is the most fierce tiger fist in the melee short fight, fierce and ferocious, using the qi of the dantian, with the intention of guiding the qi, the force with the qi out, the momentum is fierce and fierce, every bridge is broken, and every empty void fills the gap. As the saying goes, if you don't have a long body, you can't practice at all.

Bai Qi's figure was so fast that it even surpassed the battle between Hua Rong and Guo Chunhai at the beginning, and he saw his shadow in all directions. This is not a trick like Meng Guang, it is all a real trick of a hard bridge and a hard horse, because the speed is too fast, and a piece of afterimage is dragged out.

At the beginning of Bai Qi's pounce, Man Jianghong adjusted his posture and stretched out a hand to his arm, wanting to push the boat down the river and use his strength. But halfway through it, it was impossible to continue, and the opponent's arm was like the barrel of a tank sticking out, so heavy that it could not be moved at all. Seeing that the claws were still straight to his shoulder, he had to sink his shoulders sideways and retreat to dodge.

Tiger Fist relies on not only speed, but also the fierceness of strength and the fierceness of momentum in the first place.

Bai Qi felt that his hands were empty, and without waiting for the old man to use the move, he took a step forward, flew up with one leg, and swept around.

"Whoosh", it seems that the space has been kicked through, revealing a gray trajectory.

The kick is three points empty, the tiger fist is generally rarely used, and the kick is a killing move. In the last move, if the opponent dodges, he can only retreat or move sideways. This next tiger tail leg swept through thousands of troops, and there was no way to dodge.

Man Jianghong felt that his speed was still a line faster, but Bai Qi's two moves were very closely connected, and he dodged a claw, but he didn't stand firm under his feet, and the opponent's leg was swept to his waist.

It's too late to retreat, and I'm afraid it's enough to choke with a hard seal by hand. In a hurry, Man Jianghong leaned back and rolled on the spot.

There was an exclamation from the distant bay, but the bandits were silent and looked at each other. It turns out that since Man Jianghong appeared, all of them have the demeanor of a top master, but how could a master fiddle with such an ugly posture that damages his face? Only Hua Rong nodded slightly, and his heart was full of mixed methods, and he even knew the "eighteen rolls on the spot" to win in the defeat of the ground.

In fact, where is the boxing, this trick is called looking for teeth all over the ground, it is Man Jianghong who fought with the naughty boy when he was a child, and he is very familiar with it. They are often beaten all over the place, defeat is certain, but victory never happens.

Seeing that he didn't chase after him, he didn't chase after standing up, and after standing up, it was another trick of a hungry tiger to pounce. The two became entangled and gradually couldn't tell who was who.

The people in the distance sweated, and the bandits in the distance opened their mouths wide. In recent days, the big boss has become more and more aggressive, and he only makes one move, and he will kill with one blow with the power of thunder, why has he been fighting for so long today?

These two people are like gears that spin rapidly, parting at the touch of a button, and merging again. There is no murderous overflow, there is no wind splitting the sky, but the sharp whistling is like a sharp flying knife sweeping in all directions, mixed with the muffled sound of fist and foot contact like a heavy hammer smashing around.

The bandits covered their ears and retreated a few meters, and suddenly a grain of flying sand pierced a person's mouth like an arrow, and they were so frightened that they continued to retreat, and even expanded the circle to the sea and the cliff. Only Hua Rong and Xiao Ping were still at the forefront, but they also took several steps back.

Looking at the blurry gray shadow in the middle, everyone shuddered. In the Hereafter, they will be able to clearly describe what they feel like at this moment. It's like two high-speed spinning meat grinders engaged in gear meshing, and anything that falls into it has only one ending, being shredded into powder.

The sand and gravel began to swell outward like waves, and after a while, a huge ring of sand dunes several meters high rose on the beach, but the middle was sunken in, and the figures of the two disappeared into it.

Man Jianghong staggered left and right, and gradually kicked and beat back the last move in ten moves, which often made Bai stagnant and slow down his attack.

The two of them seem to have returned to the barbaric era, and they are purely bloody with their limbs, but what they embody is extremely fast speed, extremely strong physique, and wonderful spatial control.

Whether Bai Qi punches, elbows or kicks, he moves one after another, interlocking and pressing step by step. Man Jianghong played fast with fast, and then dismantled the move after seeing the move, which was invisibly slowed down. Moreover, the opponent's gestures contained incomparably fierce strength, so that he did not dare to rush into hard connections, as if dancing on the tip of a knife. If you are not careful, you will be crushed.

Martial arts have reached the superior realm, and only the confrontation of speed and strength remains. Moves, which are valuable experiences summed up by various factions in actual combat, can be practiced with instinct to make extremely scientific moves, without thinking at all, improving the efficiency of offense and defense. In the face of opponents who are strong enough to crush, the moves are useless. But if the two sides are about the same, the skillful ones will undoubtedly take advantage.

However, although every move flashed without delay, after Bai Qi finished fighting the tiger fist with a total of 36 moves in the 18th style, there was no choice but to do anything about Man Jianghong.

Finally, Bai Qi's tricks were repeated, and with Man Jianghong's current eyesight, where would he let it go.

He found that Bai Qi used the power of swooping and spinning after the tiger probed his claws, and it was a tiger tail leg sweep. The connection between the two moves was seamless, but what if he did not retreat but pounced forward when his legs did not rise after his claws were probed? In a very short moment, if the opponent could not retract the form, what would be exposed in front of him would be an empty door. If the opponent changes his moves, it is equivalent to sending himself to the tiger's claws to find death. However, Bai Qi was too fast, and Man Jianghong guessed that within 0/1 second, all his movements would continue to be inertia.

In fact, the crack he came up with only exists in theory, although the low hand cannot meet such a high difficulty requirement, and the master will definitely not take such a risk unless he is in a hurry, and he will gamble on luck with his character.

Bai Qi probed his claws again, Man Jianghong was prepared, did not retreat, but advanced, and attacked forward with both palms like thunder. Bai Qi landed on one foot, and the other leg was still swept when he couldn't retract, regardless of the other party's bullying in front of him.

But what Man Jianghong didn't expect was that the other party's claws were lightning in the middle of the way to buckle his wrists, so he had to immediately buckle them and hit them diagonally with his shoulders. Bai Qi was unsteady on one foot, and he rolled into a ball with his hands clasped, his forehead against his forehead, and his legs twisted his legs.

The two men whirled in the sand, and the dust rose like smoke.

The people outside saw the giant sand ring suddenly collapse, fluctuating like a wave, as if there was a behemoth struggling inside.

It was dark in front of him, covered with sand, and a thought flashed through Man Jianghong's mind in an instant.

This thing has always refused to release spiritual energy, refused to urge the true qi, and relied on a set of boxing techniques to knock hard, simply treating the master as the eighteen bronze men who tested martial arts in Shaolin Temple.

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