Bang!

Lin Mosheng's elbow was like an axe, and he fought hard again with Gan Zitai's leg axe, and this move was so powerful that it directly hit Gan Zitai again and lost his balance.

Before he could figure out how Lin Mosheng saw through the reality of his Brazilian war dance, Lin Merson surged up like a violent storm.

The dense fists are like sharp blades rolled up in a rage, and every move, every style, carries a deadly threat.

Under the crisis of life and death, the prince's mind fell into a state of emptiness.

He didn't hesitate to ignite a drop of essence blood again to replenish his remaining strength.

Aikido, Taekwondo, Karate, Muay Thai, Xingyiquan, Tongbeiquan······

As a martial arts prodigy, after leaving the sect and joining the club, Hong Xing also hopes to train the prince to become his number one thug.

So as long as the prince wants to learn martial arts, Hong Xing will try his best to get the true inheritance.

And the prince also lived up to expectations, no matter how difficult the moves were, he would be able to learn as soon as he got started, and he was only 19 years old, so he caught the heart ape, and realized that Yima seemed to be one step away from the martial arts master.

But now, it's time to really face Lin Mosheng.

He had only one feeling.

What you have learned is useless!

Whether it is Aikido, whether it is a back fist, no matter how he changes his moves, he will be beaten back by Lin Mosheng with absolute strength and absolute speed.

In front of me is like a moat, and I can't cross it in my life.

Under the dim moonlight, the black holes all around, even if the Fuxing Mansion brought some light, it was still not enough to illuminate everything.

But even in such a harsh viewing environment, everyone was reluctant to blink an eye.

Even after Lin Mosheng's counterattack, they even stopped cheering.

Because they are not sure whether what they see in their eyes is true or false.

How can a man have twelve arms?!

In their eyes, it's not that Gan Zitai's martial arts attainments are not exquisite, but that he is facing a monster!

The terrifying fists and feet swayed out one after another afterimages, forming a real storm, front and back, left and right, all-encompassing, like a lotus, blooming at Lin Mosheng's feet.

On his back, the grand and ancient totem seemed to come to life.

The Buddha lowered his eyes, and the tiger resisted his claws.

No matter how true or false the Brazilian war dance is, no matter how much martial arts Gan Zitai has, he can't get the slightest chance of winning in the hands of a monster.

"It's fake, isn't it?"

The crow rubbed his eyes, the light around him was too dim for even his eyes to tell if what he was seeing was the afterimage of a fist, or if a man really had twelve arms.

What made him even more unacceptable was that he had watched Lin Mosheng punch him in more than a month until now.

Every time he went to the ring, Lin Mosheng's strength improved by leaps and bounds.

No.

It can't be described as coming in by leaps and bounds.

It's like you're living in a dream.

Only in dreams can there be this kind of martial arts wizard, and there is such a dreamlike boxing technique.

Chen Haonan sighed and said, "Muay Thai is called eight-armed boxing, it seems that Lin Sir has come out of the cage." ”

No matter how the people on the field sighed, Gan Zitai, who fought against Lin Mosheng, was like returning to his childhood.

He went out to sea with his father to fish, drove a small boat, and lost his way in the storm.

He no longer knew how many punches he had been hit, or even how he was going to throw them.

The muscles, bones and muscles were all wailing under Lin Mosheng's fists, and the pain came like a tide, and even the body began to go numb.

Viscous blood continued to gush out of the eyes, ears, mouth, nose, and wounded places, and the burning essence blood in the heart was also burned out like an ember.

His empty mind gradually became dusty, and he could not see the way forward.

Suddenly, Lin Mosheng, who was like a storm in front of him, stopped swinging his fist, his eyes were like lightning, piercing the darkness, "What kind of boxing are you learning?" ”

This question, like a thunderbolt, echoed all around, repeatedly.

Lin Mosheng quietly used the six-character mantra, which went straight to Gan Zitai's heart, as if he was putting him in a big bell and knocking it vigorously.

Yes, what kind of boxing did I learn?

Aikido?

Muay Thai?

Brazilian War Dance?

······

No, it's neither!

In Gan Zitai's confused mind, a flash of lightning flashed, and between life and death, he felt that he was about to catch that electric light!

A drop of hard work ignited again without hesitation, and Gan Zitai's hands were spread like oars, as if he had learned boxing for the first time and faced the sea for the first time.

"Come again!"

Gan Zitai roared angrily, but not to Lin Mosheng, but to himself.

He didn't want to die by himself, he didn't even know what punch he had learned.

Interesting!

Lin Mosheng's eyes were as bright as torches.

The reason why he spent so much effort to fight with Gan Zitai was that he wanted to see the magical Yima through Gan Zitai's changes.

The two of them were entangled in qi, and with the help of the [Wind Seeking Body], Lin Mosheng accurately felt the changes that had occurred in Gan Zitai's body.

He is now like a seed after a cold winter, either alive or dead.

According to Ah Hong's description to herself, only by crossing the great fear between life and death can she catch Yima in an instant.

This is an effect that cannot be achieved at all in ordinary sparring.

Of course, Lin Mosheng was reluctant to use his girlfriend to enlighten.

Other people's junior brothers, it is easier to use, and it is not distressing to be killed.

Of course, this is just a joke, and only a real martial arts idiot and martial arts wizard like Gan Zitai can help him see the martial arts scenery to the next level.

Thinking about it this way, I really have the potential to be a villain.

Lin Mosheng himself complained in his heart.

Lin Morson threw punches again, but this time, he won't hold back.

Either Gan Zitai breaks through and takes him to see the heart-grabbing ape and the martial arts wonderland of Yima.

Either Gan Zitai dies, and he loses a wonderful opportunity.

It's up to you, Prince Hongxing.

The stormy fist rained down again, faster and fiercer than before.

However, Gan Zitai in front of him seems to have changed into a different person.

Without the bells and whistles before, it is like just beginning to learn boat boxing, swinging his hands like a big pulp, facing the invincible fist, trying to take advantage of the situation and protect the vital points, just like a fisherman who carefully manipulates a small boat in the wind and waves.

They could not have fought against the sea, but they survived the storms and waves time and time again.

Lin Mosheng once again had the feeling of fighting Liu Zhanhua, obviously the current Gan Zitai abandoned the hundred schools of boxing he had learned, began to find himself, and re-examined what kind of boxing he learned.

So what kind of boxing did you learn?

Lin Mosheng asked himself.

Eight poles?

Yoga?

Tiger cannon?

Or is it the Tai Chi that is in the heart?

He grinned, this is someone else's boxing, I want to learn the boxing.

When you are indomitable, you can break through thousands of troops.

When the husband is angry, the world is vegetarian.

When the punch is like a dragon, the name is passed down through the ages.

In the eyes of everyone, Lin Mosheng's fist shadow that bloomed like a lotus flower gradually closed and turned into a punch.