The demon shadow was like a substance, transforming into a giant palm, covering the sky and the sun, shrouding Xiao Wu.

But he was unmoved, still waving his huge fists at his own pace, and the scars on his chest became more and more disorganized.

There was nothing mysterious about the scars, just sheer messiness, and some of the original ones had faded.

But it was such a scar that made Luo Han frightened for a while, and even suddenly felt frightened.

It is an inexplicable fear, an intuition that seems to be felt in the dark, or an intuition that wanders between life and death several times.

The giant palm covered the sky, and under the shadow of the palm, there was no trace of light, shrouding Xiao Wu in a thick darkness, and his five fingers were then retracted, clenched into a fist, revealing a slightly broken light array.

The array of light emitted a faint black light, and countless silk threads intertwined with each other under the light, forming countless complex imprints.

The sigil glittered in the darkness, wisps of light emanating from it, swimming along the silk threads, and finally returning to the sigil, and so on.

This Eternal Trapped God Array is even more vast and terrifying than the one it used when he fought with Luo Yan.

At this time, in the center of the light array, the mountain-like figure suddenly stopped the movement of his arms, and stood on the spot for a while, not knowing what kind of illusion he fell into.

Luo Han stared at it, and only then did he breathe a sigh of relief when he saw this.

Fang Cai's sense of fear is really too strong, not to mention that I don't know why, this kind of unclear fear is the most palpitating.

But this breath has not yet been exhausted, but his pupils suddenly shrank.

I saw Xiao Wu slowly swinging his fists again, and his eyes were closed, adding to the weirdness.

One punch, one punch, still the same as before.

It's just that the scars drawn this time seem to be a bit mysterious.

"...... that?"

In front of Luo Han's eyes, a picture suddenly appeared.

The remnant sun is like blood, and the locust tree is towering.

Under the locust tree, a tall figure stood with his hands in his hands, unable to see clearly, but only felt that the figure was majestic.

In front of him, there was another figure, like a young man, squatting on the horse, waving his fists.

Luo Han unconsciously narrowed his eyes, meaning that he could see more clearly, and the picture suddenly zoomed in.

The tall figure is still vague, only the surrounding body is fluorescent. And looking at the young man, between his eyebrows, he is somewhat similar to Xiao Wu.

Every punch of the young man hit the point of light of the tall figure in the air, and there was no repetition, and the score was exactly the same.

With each punch, the fluorescence faded a little, and the figure dimmed a little.

The speed of the punch gradually rises, and it gets faster and faster.

The figure finally fell into darkness completely, but under the glow of the sun, a blood-colored shadow dragged out on the ground.

At the same time, the boy's fists were tightened to his waist, and his right fist suddenly burst out, as if it was extremely slow, and he stopped in the air, from beginning to end, silently.

The tall figure in front of him was blasted upside down and hit the locust tree under the fist wind of this punch.

Under the residual sun, the branches tremble and the fallen leaves are scattered.

Then, the tall figure leaped in front of him, picked it up, and held it high above his head.

At this time, the sun is just setting, and the picture is frozen, slightly warm.

......

"What is this punch...... what is this punch?"

The picture has passed, but Luo Han is unconsciously lost in thought.

I didn't notice at all that in the center of the Eternal Trapped God Array, Xiao Wuzheng pulled his fists to his waist, and his right fist moved stupidly, ready to come out.

"Yes, that point of light is an acupoint!"

Luo Han suddenly remembered and suddenly realized.

Those with blood vessels live in the acupuncture, and those who are meridians are connected by acupoints.

Acupoints are the nodes that connect the blood veins and meridians.

The meridians are the veins through which the aura runs, but what really runs through the human body is the blood veins.

Just as repairing an injury, the blood veins are needed to move the aura to the wound, and if the aura enters the veins, it must pass through these nodes.

Above the meridians, there are a total of 365 acupoints, which is the number of days of the week.

The stronger the acupoints, the smoother the operation of the aura, and there will be a small amount of aura stored in it.

Once the acupoints are destroyed, it is equivalent to blocking the meridians, and the aura cannot enter the blood.

In battle, if this is the case, not only will the spiritual magic not be able to be used, but the injuries will not be repaired, and such consequences will be tantamount to being slaughtered by others.

The young man in the picture just now, every punch hit the acupoint in the air, until the little fluorescence completely disappeared.

Could it be that that punch was to destroy all the 365 acupoints in the meridians around the body, and finally blast out with one punch, no wonder the tall figure could not even resist the fist wind.

Thinking back to before, Xiao Wu's fists swung repeatedly, and the Dao scars drawn on his chest perfectly coincided with the trajectory of the young man's fist.

As soon as he thought of this, Luo Han was suddenly shocked, cold sweat dripped down his forehead, and the back of his clothes was instantly soaked.

It seems that the inexplicable feeling of fear before came from this.

......

The Array of Thick Earth, the Land of the Fourfold.

At this point, there was a deathly silence.

Suddenly, a cracking sound broke the silence.

Luo Han came back to his senses, but saw that the light array in front of him was full of cracks and dense.

"Smack!"

The voice was incomparably crisp, and the Eternal Sleepy God Array was shattered.

In the center of the former light array, a majestic figure like a mountain was in the posture of a horse, with his left fist tucked at his waist, his right arm stretched out, and his right fist clenched.

Astound!

It is the only annotation of Luo Han's emotions at the moment.

I don't know what kind of illusion Xiao Wu fell into, let alone whether he fell into an illusion, and the only thing he knew was that the Eternal Trapped God Array collapsed in an instant under this punch.

He was shocked by Xiao Wu's punch, and he was also shocked by the picture he saw before, and even more shocked by the perfect overlap between the two in the end.

"Is the boy in the picture Xiao Wu? Is the last punch that the boy threw Xiao Wu's punch? Who is the tall figure? Where is the place where the sun sets? And the towering locust tree......

Countless questions flashed in Luo Han's heart.

But at this moment, it was not the time to think, he was still staring at the figure that had not moved for a long time with a solemn face, and he was waiting for it, just because he didn't know if Xiao Wu would punch again.

And Xiao Wu still maintained a flat punch posture for a long time......

Neither of them moved.

From time to time, a breeze blows, but it can't carry a grain of dust.

Is it the wind breathing, or is there no wind in the first place?

Or ...... People's hearts stop water.

Suddenly, Luo Han's nerves suddenly tensed.

Xiao Wu was slowly opening his eyes, as if two tears had slipped into the corners of his eyes, and the innocent eyes that were ignorant of the world were also infiltrated.

"I'm not fighting! I'm not fighting! You're doing too much sorcery! It's all sorcery! It's all sorcery!"

Xiao Wu made a noise, turned around and left. The footsteps stepped on the earth, and there was a rhythmic rumbling sound, and the smoke and dust behind him were filled.

Only Luo Han, who was left for unknown reasons, stared at the distant back with a stunned face until there was no trace.

"What's this called?

Luo Han shook his head, stunned.

Thinking back to the scene just now, I secretly wondered, "How can I seem to see him crying! Could it be that the picture I saw is the illusion he fell into? Is this a real memory, or is it an illusory illusion? Is that tall figure his father? Is that a martial god?"

Then he sighed, "Alas, forget it, I don't want to! It's okay to leave, at least no one will pester me to fight anymore! This time it was delayed for nearly two months, but fortunately, this injury has formed a fourfold thick soil body in advance, and there is no need to waste time in this fourfold place, it can be regarded as a blessing in disguise!"

Immediately afterward, the style of painting changed, and he muttered with a straight face, "However, before entering the fifth layer, I have to come and understand that punch first, and it always feels like it will not be as simple as I thought!"

After reading it, he followed the young man in the picture, and also took a horse step, with his fists tucked around his waist.

His eyes were slightly closed, and an illusory figure was outlined in front of him, surrounded by fluorescent dots, which were the three hundred and sixty-five acupoints.

A punch was swung out, but it missed the point of light, and the figure disappeared out of thin air.

"Come again!"

Still so!

"No, I can't be distracted, I have to keep this figure alive for a long time!"

Immediately collect the mind, still as water, for a long time, until the figure seems to be condensed.

Another punch was swung away, slightly biased, and the figure rippled, not dispersed.

The right fist stabs straight through, in the middle, in the middle!

Left fist obliquely, Tianfu, again!

The right fist is raised, Lian Quan, and the left fist is smashed down, and the sea of blood is ......

The points of light disappeared one after another, until the eighty-third punch, which missed again, and fell short!

"It's okay!

Undeterred, Luo Han took a deep breath and started from the beginning again.

Jizhong, Tianfu, Lianquan, Sea of Blood, Wind Pool, Shinto, Hub......

That's it, I don't know how many times it has passed, I don't know how many times I have repeated, and I don't know how many punches I thrown.

This time, the horse step was longer than the longest time in the three years of his penance and external skills, and his legs were already numb and unconscious.

The muscles in both arms have also stiffened, and they can't move freely.

But he still didn't stop, he didn't believe that he couldn't do what the teenagers in the picture could do.

Perseverance is evident in the sky!

......

Luo Han's arms waved like the wind, so fast that he couldn't distinguish the shadow of his fist, and the remnants of the Dao in front of him intertwined an incomparably complex and mysterious trajectory.

The left fist is closed to the waist.

The right fist is straight away, Baihui!

All the points of light disappeared, the fluorescence dissipated, and the three hundred and sixty-five acupoints were finally dispersed at once!

Then his eyes opened slightly, his right arm was slowly stretched out, his right fist was clenched, and a punch was blasted out.

The space touched by the fist suddenly exploded, and the fist wind raged, rolling up endless sand and dust, straight into the distance, above the ground, a crack, winding for a hundred meters.

"I understand! I understand!" Luo Han muttered to himself.

Then he laughed loudly, "Haha!

The laughter was incessant, and it took a long time before it stopped.

"I was completely wrong before, this punch is not here!"

There are tens of millions of boxing methods in the world, but with the improvement of cultivation, the realm of aura replaces absolute power, supplemented by thousands of spiritual arts, just like a hundred beautiful battles, boxing methods are gradually forgotten by the world.

But those tens of millions of punches are all of the same origin, and no matter how they evolve, they all come out of one punch.

This punch is the beginning of the beginning.

Breaking up the three hundred and sixty-five acupoints is not the goal, the purpose is to disperse the shape of thousands of fists, and finally return to the original punch.

This is the root of boxing.

This punch, without any fancy, this punch, not driven by aura, this punch, sweeping the ends of the world, will make you unavoidable.

One punch back to the beginning!

Luo Han, who comprehended this punch, laughed without hesitation and rushed towards the fivefold land.

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