But at that time, Xiong Huang was not only practicing shields, but also studying medicine, and he had a lot of energy, and Xiong Lizhi was not sure that he could cultivate him well.

He found Xiong Changyu and said what he thought. After the two of them thought it through, they decided to secretly cultivate Xiong Huang.

Paper couldn't hold the fire, and the matter eventually reached the ears of the elders of the clan. After a war of words, Xiong Lizhi promised: if there is another Iron Fist born in the clan, he will pass on the fist technique and the position of the patriarch to this person.

But another man who was born with an iron fist has not yet been born.

The elders of the clan were helpless, Xiong Lizhi was the patriarch, and he came to cut first and then play. also found a plausible reason to prevaricate, and they had no choice but to admit it.

Since then, these two great masters of the panda clan have practiced the technique of joint attack day and night. In the end, some tricks are fused together to become a real fist and shield unity, which is called: shield fist. But this road still has to go a long way, and the future development can only be handed over to Xiong Huang to create by himself.

This is not only a combination of the two stunts, but also a major change for the panda family.

Their decision may push the panda clan into a place of no return, and it may also further consolidate the status of the panda clan. It depends on Xiong Huang's own development.

Break first and then punch, this blow surprised the ink ghost baby. He took a sharp puff of cigarette, his red skin swelled, and he took half a step back at the last moment, forming a palm in his left hand, and connecting the Sumeru iron bucket with three times the wind pressure in front of him.

I only heard a loud bang, and the huge body of the ink ghost baby was knocked out. When he received the punch, he opened his mouth and screamed in pain, and threw his pipe in place. Xiong Huang took a natural step forward after punching, and by coincidence, he just crushed the pipe. Xiong Huang hurriedly moved his foot, and when he saw that it was a pipe, he didn't care.

On the surface, these are two skills, but they are actually not very strong, but the two skills are seamlessly connected, which catches the ink ghost baby off guard and suffers.

The skills work so smoothly and seamlessly together is something that has never been done before. Even with the strength of Beiguang, there will still be a moment of return between the two skills, although the time is extremely short and negligible, but there is always something. If the master makes a move, whoever can seize this moment will have a great chance of winning. Therefore, the ink ghost baby never thought that Xiong Huang would have such a high move.

Of course, there are always capable people, and some people can also do seamlessly, but the power of most skills will drop a lot, and it is very good to be able to play two out of ten. Unless you rely on your own strength to outperform your opponent, this move is easy to counterattack. But Xiong Huang obviously brought out the most power of both skills. This is the technique of shield and fist attack that Xiong Lizhi and Xiong Changyu have studied painstakingly for many years. However, not every trick works seamlessly. Otherwise, the ink ghost baby would have no chance to fight back at all.

In the battle between lightning and fire, it was not the panda that flew out but the ink ghost baby, who knocked down countless houses and was crushed in broken bricks. When his men saw it, they almost didn't bare their eyes out, and their cheeks fell to the ground. One by one, the incredible faces peeped at each other......

If Sun Zhikuan was killed by the cold evil like this, he would really be sorry for his hard training in the past few years.

At that life-and-death moment, he hurriedly put away the stick, made a mistake with his foot, and blocked it with the stick, narrowly avoiding the ice. However, the cold of the ice made him sluggish for a moment, and the joints of his whole body stiffened, so he hurriedly urged the true qi in his abdomen to relieve the cold, but fortunately, he had a fiery physique, and he was faster to expel the cold.

With a loud shout, Sun Zhikuan jumped into the air from the dust and slashed down with an iron rod. A crackling sound sounded, and the stick brought up a red flame, splitting the black sword qi that the cold evil filled the air, and smashed it into the head of the cold evil with a blow. The power of that stick is like a meteorite coming out of the sky. The black sword qi that passed through it dissipated like a mouse avoiding a cat.

A beastly roar erupted from Cold Evil's throat, black ice covering his sword. One foot takes half a step back, and the sword in both hands is swept from the bottom up.

With a bang, the black ice collided with the firelight. The fire was shining, the temperature was a few points higher, and the ice was sublimated into gas by the fire and turned into mist. The already dim air became even darker.

Sun Zhikuan was in the sky, taking advantage of the descending force, and smashed on the cold evil sword, and then quickly took the opportunity to flip backwards in order to unload the force.

The cold evil was smashed into the dirt by this stick, and the soil did not reach his calf. Even so, I didn't see him surging with qi and blood. Still calm, he leisurely pulled out his feet, and walked towards Sun Zhikuan step by step with his sword. With a bang, he slashed three swords in the air lightly, and the three black sword qi sank into the darkness.

Only listen to the three explosions of Dangdang, and the three sounds of Tengteng stepping on the ground. The next moment, the black mist rolled like a cloud, and a flame rose into the sky, dispersing the surrounding black fog. The flames condensed, turning into a fiery dragon hovering in midair. The sky is fiery red, and the earth is dark and cold, clearly distinguished, dividing the territory of the two.

"Hey, how much can a burning stick do?" Cold Evil said disdainfully: "It's really boring to use a trick so quickly, I haven't played enough!" Your stick is only suitable for boiling beans and boiling water, and it is too embarrassing to take it out and fight. ”

Sun Zhikuan's void hung in the fire dragon's head, and he snorted coldly: "Then try it!" Thorn of the Dragon's Scales! ”

I saw that countless red fire sticks stretched out from the fire dragon's body in an instant, just like the fire dragon had grown thorns. The fire dragon roared in the sky, bringing a wave of heat, and swooped down on the cold evil.

The sky is hot, the earth is cold, and the wind is born in the convection. The wind carried dust and yellow sand, blowing so that people did not dare to open their eyes.

The cold and evil black ice sword grew two feet long. A cold black mist erupted from under his feet, enveloping him all over his body, like a black metal ball, and the sword was exposed, spinning at high speed. Then, he crashed into the fiery dragon like a meteor catching the moon.

After the loud bang, fireworks seemed to be set off in the sky, and the water vapor filled the area, turning this piece into a fairyland. I saw two figures thrown out in the distance.

On the left, there was a fire burning on his body, knocking down a house not far away.

On the right, his whole body was pitch black, his eyes were glowing red, and he fell straight to the ground......

The ink ghost baby was sturdy and struck a Sumeru iron bucket with three times the wind pressure. The bones of his left hand were shattered, and the tearing force of the essence distorted the space, moving through his body like electricity. Every time he moved, he felt as if his body was about to be torn apart. He lay motionless on the ground, unable to even breathe, and exhaled slowly. The power of this punch was not all on his left arm, and most of the power rushed into his chest and abdomen, tossing his internal organs all over.

The bearish three-fold wind pressure Sumeru iron bucket is really powerful. At the beginning, this punch was only the end of the crossbow, and it was able to defeat the general soldiers of Seven Road City. One can imagine what kind of pain the ink ghost baby is going through.

Xiong Huang was about to go to check, only to hear the ink ghost baby laugh wildly: "Boy, this punch is not bad." But it's useless to me, I'm not human, I'm a demon, ahahaha. ”

The ink ghost baby was indeed in pain, but when he was sent flying, he took the opportunity to grab two people and enter with both hands through his chest, and these two people instantly turned into dried corpses. It was the vitality of these two people that resisted most of the damage for him. Moreover, his recovery ability is extremely strong, especially after transformation, any wound can heal in a very short time. If you want to really hurt him, you either cut him in two, or use special methods. When the tearing force wore off, it took him only three breaths to heal his wounds.

He stood up and laughed wildly, "Panda, you can't win me!" That punch you just made was good, it's just that kind of opportunity, and I won't give you a second time. ”

He moved his muscles and bones, his fingers, arms, and neck, making a crackling sound. While enjoying this comfort, he tilted his head and suddenly saw Xiong Huang stepping on his pipe, and the pipe had been crushed. He rubbed his eyes incredulously and realized that he was not mistaken. His breath was rapid, as if he had seen something terrible. In the next moment, an extremely fierce light erupted in the black eyes.

"Ahhh Dead panda suffers! The ink ghost baby suddenly became furious, and under this anger, his size skyrocketed by three points, and the demonic qi in his whole body became even stronger. The blood-red skin turned a dark red, the horns on the head grew half a foot long, and the fangs became sharp. The whole face was distorted in horror. There was a faint black smoke emitting from his eyes, and there was no human breath on his body, and he had completely become a demon. Become a special demon who doesn't need to stay in the land of demons.

"Huh? What's going on with him? It seems to be a lot stronger than just now. Xiong Huang scratched his head and muttered to himself.

The cold evil sitting on the ground felt the momentum of the ink ghost baby, and his heart was shocked, his eyes widened, and he screamed: "Impossible, he actually broke through, he broke through before me!" No way! No way! Why! It's me, it's supposed to be me, it's supposed to be me. Demon King, you have to choose me, only I am worthy to be your servant. Ink ghost baby, this idiot, this retarded, how can he be worthy ......"

Xiong Huang asked, "Do servants also have to fight to do it?" ”

No one pays attention to the current cold evil, repeating the word "impossible" over and over again. Looking at the appearance of the ink ghost baby, he was deeply frightened and deeply worshipped. Lost in his soul, he muttered to himself, "This is the real demon!" What a powerful force. I want it so much. He looked up to the sky and yelled, "Why don't you choose me!" No! I'm going to be a demon too! Come on, turn me into a devil! ”

"No, no, something must have happened. It must be. "The cold evil calmed down a little, and he didn't care about Sun Zhikuan, who was buried in the rubble, with a pair of red eyes, looking at the ink ghost baby, and then at Xiong Huang.

He has known the ink ghost baby for thirty years, and every move of the ink ghost baby, bit by bit, all habits, even a small change, can not escape the eyes of the cold evil.

Cold Evil found at a glance that the ink ghost baby's pipe was crushed by Xiong Huang, and laughed: "I see! I see! I know! That's it, I found the key! Find the key to unlock the door to power! Hahaha......"

He took out a wooden carving figure from his arms, looked at it with red eyes a little moist, and the next moment, he crushed it without hesitation.

It was a toy for the children to play with, the only gift his father gave him, and a relic. For thirty years, he treasured it. Even if he loses his leg and turns his head, he will patiently glue it, and then hide it in his arms and never leave it for a moment.

Just like the Ink Ghost Baby's pipe, his pipe was left behind by his grandfather.

In those years, people lived in dire straits, after a great war. A few soldiers who were scattered broke into the house of the ink ghost baby, asking for food and drink. The parents of the ink ghost baby couldn't, so they had to take out the only surplus food they had at home. The balladeer was dissatisfied, and was about to have a seizure, when he happened to see his mother's delicate face through the curtain. Several people had bad intentions and wanted to forcibly insult his mother.

Naturally, his parents couldn't just be insulted by a few stragglers and rose up to resist. But they are all ordinary people, although they have practiced a few kung fu, they are also invincible with two fists and four hands. Unfortunately, both died tragically.

When his mother died, the Ink Ghost Baby had not yet been born.

The grandfather of the ink ghost baby, Lao Mo, used to be a mercenary, fought a snow wolf in the north, and killed a snow wolf together. After the sale, he returned to his hometown to marry a wife and have children.

When his son and daughter-in-law were killed, he happened to be not at home.

Hearing the news, I hurried home, and saw that my son and daughter-in-law were dead on the spot, and the stragglers did not leave, and were eating the rice in the pot. The old mercenary was furious, took out the courage of the year, picked up the firewood knife, and cut off the heads of these people to take revenge. Tearfully examining the bodies of his son and daughter-in-law. Suddenly, he saw that there was still fetal movement in his daughter-in-law's abdomen, so he hurriedly opened it and took out a baby.

Seeing that the baby still had a breath, Lao Mo cried and became a tearful person.

But the baby was dying, and Lao Mo hurriedly wrapped him in a blanket and sent him to the city hospital. torture in every way to save his life. He was taken out of the stomach of a dead man, and Lao Mo named him "Ghost Baby".

Mo Ghost Baby's childhood has always followed Lao Mo, the children bullied him stupidly, Lao Mo taught him the method of fighting, and no one dared to bully him again.

Lao Mo loves to smoke, and due to his poor family, he is only willing to smoke one bag a day. The money saved is left for the ink ghost baby to buy delicious and fun. Although the family is poor, Lao Mo has never treated his grandson badly.

The ink ghost baby secretly swore that when he grew up, he would let his grandfather smoke the best cigarettes.

But he will never be able to realize this dream. When he was six years old, he was injured when he was a young wolf, and the old wound recurred. Because the ink ghost baby is too young and had an accident at birth, its intelligence level is less than six years old. He didn't know what to do, he only knew how to cry and watched Lao Mo die on the sickbed.

After Lao Mo died, the villagers joined forces to bury him.

The pipe is the only relic left by Lao Mo to the ink ghost baby.

Later, the ink ghost baby followed his grandfather's example, squatted in front of the door and smoked his first cigarette. Since then, the pipe has never left him, and there is a pipe, just like a grandfather. It's like the part that belongs to humanity is still ......

At this time, the pipe was accidentally trampled by Xiong Huang, and it was like the last trace of humanity shattered by the ink ghost baby. He has really become a devil.