There are two flowers, one on each branch.

In the goose feather heavy snow, a figure flew backwards in a hurry, and it was too late to stabilize the center of gravity, and a six-foot-long iron lance broke through the wind and snow, and it was almost there, and it quickly turned into a black light.

The iron lance was in front, and behind it a thin figure like a monkey galloped forward, his feet were full of strength, and his legs and tendons were expanding and contracting, and he was faster than a fierce horse, and he stepped out of a staggering distance of four or five feet, and the wind and snow were stormy, and a terrifying face of madness and warlike squeezed out.

"Hahaha, happy, really happy!"

In the burst of crazy laughter, the last person came first, grabbed the lance with one hand, urged the force to advance, and the iron lance entered more urgently.

Chen Zhuo looked at the iron lance flying in front of him, and his body, which was originally flying back, was suddenly stunned, as if a pair of invisible big hands were holding him out of thin air, hanging in the air in a way that was incomprehensible to ordinary people.

The six arms behind him are stretched out, and at the same time, they are buckled in front of the chest, the five fingers are adducted, and between the palms, the yin and yang qi converge and blend, turning into a cloud of dark true qi, and the tip of the lance is contained in it.

The two of them fought each other, and a person suddenly flashed out on the side, holding both fists, holding empty palms, fists like drums and hammers, gathering strong internal force, one left and one right, fists like guns, piercing the two people's vital points, fist wind everywhere, like thunderbolts, all "through" the sound of drums.

It was the Jintai monk who made the shot.

Chen Zhuo's eyes trembled slightly, his six arms saw the opportunity, one hand was separated to meet the golden platform, and the other hand turned into a cotton palm, wrapped softly and tightly, and led the iron lance that could break stones and mountains to the side.

Li Cunxiao saw that although his methods were integrated with internal strength and true qi, they were very different from the Central Plains martial arts, his eyes immediately flashed, and he affirmed: "You really have a relationship with the person surnamed Chen, light your fist." ”

The Jintai monk was also full of fighting spirit, his fist was full of sky, and he groaned in a deep voice: "Please also show your fist." ”

"Hit!"

Li Cunxiao roared, and the iron lance in his hand turned offensively, breaking free from Chen Zhuo's soft strength, and with one arm, he slashed through the air like a 10,000-pound hammer and swept towards the two.

The wind and snow are broken, the terrifying majesty is overwhelming, the strength is incomparable, the flat ground is flying sand and stones, the body is strong, and it is unbelievable.

Chen Zhuo's palm offset Jintai's fist strength, his eyes flew, his gaze swept over Li Cunxiao's thin and shriveled body, looking at the writhing muscles and flesh under his flesh, he suddenly gave birth to a strange and mysterious trend, and his expression couldn't help but be wonderful.

Is that...... Inner boxing!

Not only Li Cunxiao, but even the fists and feet of the Jintai monk also have a bit of the shadow of inner boxing.

But it's specious, it's not the same.

Li Cunxiao is strong, he actually integrates the inner fist into the world, plus he was born with extraordinary talent that is different from ordinary people, born with divine power, and now from the outside to the inside, the internal force is self-generated, and the physical body is strong, and he goes to the extreme, and is about to go out of another way.

And what Jintai has gained is inclusive, although he has borrowed his means, but he has the posture of condensing his own fist intent, and now he is fighting for his life, and it seems that he also intends to realize it.

But the most important thing is that these two people are actually based on internal boxing, and they have found another way to become their own way.

Chen Zhuo turned sideways to avoid the iron lance that swept in front of him, his eyes were bright, and he laughed deeply: "I have all won the essence of boxing, so good, you are the biggest surprise I have ever encountered." ”

Seeing that under the iron lance horizontal wheel, its momentum was not endless, and it turned back again, Chen Zhuo retreated, swallowed his breath, and the red mangs outside his body flowed, and his feet sank, like a horse, not dodging or dodging, more like he bumped into it.

In the blink of an eye, the iron lance in Li Cunxiao's hand slammed to the end, and smashed on Chen Zhuo's chest like a shock.

The flesh and blood met the fine iron vessel, and instead of seeing the scene of the skin and flesh blooming, there was a thunder fire between the two, blooming in each other's eyes.

With a "bang", the iron lance jumped upside down, and it was still in the air, and it was already broken inch by inch.

"Enjoyable!"

Li Cunxiao seemed to have been prepared, the iron lance was destroyed, he let out a thunderous roar from his mouth, and his muscles trembled, not only unloading the power of the shock, but also approaching in a few steps, raising his fists, stretching his ape arm, and his thin right arm swelled several times in an instant, like a giant python, his fist was like a crossbow, and it was in Chen Zhuo's chest.

"Bang!"

Another punch, the Jintai monk smashed out with a punch, and landed in Chen Zhuo's heart.

The fists collided, and Chen Zhuo's lunge slowed down, but he saw invisible ripples swinging from under his feet in all directions, pushing dust and snow, and his clothes were agitated.

Jin Tai and Li Cunxiao seemed to have accidentally shot at the same time, and the move fell for a moment, and then retreated a few steps.

It wasn't until I saw Chen Zhuo standing as before, that I saw Li Cunxiao pacing strangely and smiled: "The origin of my body's ability is also quite mysterious, there was a stone statue in the village when I was a child, and it is rumored that the stars descended from the sky and descended from the sky; My mother regarded him as a god and worshiped him day and night, but one night she saw the idol in a dream, and she conceived me from then on, and made me think of the stone statue as my father, and in a fit of rage I smashed the stone statue and made several stone slabs. ”

Chen Zhuo fell silent after hearing this, what kind of mystery is this, this is simply a brain squeezed by the door.

But Li Cunxiao's next sentence was a little unexpected.

Li Cunxiao smiled and said, "Speaking of which, I still remember that the outline of the stone statue is somewhat similar to you...... That's right, the stone statue is also related to the person surnamed Chen. ”

Chen Zhuo lifted his eyelids, there was no wave in his eyes, the stone statue in a dream may be real, but this Li Cunxiao could never be born from this, thinking that his mother was pregnant before marriage, and deliberately used this to find the reason.

Seeing that Chen Zhuo never spoke, Li Cunxiao continued with a smile: "It doesn't matter to me whether this statement is true or not, but there are several stone carvings on the stone slab, which record the mystical law and mysteries, exhausting the secrets of the physical body; I got his mastery, and at the age of thirteen, "Iron Cloth Shirt" was completed, and the sword and arrow were difficult to hurt. After the age of eighteen and then Shaolin Temple lost the long-lost "Golden Bell Jar" magic skill, less than two years, I have practiced kung fu has reached the ancient and modern step, the world is invincible. ”

"Back then, the king of Jin ordered someone to split the sword and cut me, and he cut me for ten days and ten nights, and then the sword was broken and the sword was broken, so the car was cracked, but unfortunately until ten horsepower was exhausted, I still couldn't help me, and I cheated to death, so I gave up." He kept staring at Chen Zhuo, pursed his chapped lips, and his eyes were full of excitement, "I have never met an opponent in my life, everything is easy, only Ling, let me wait for it so far, and my obsession is deep." ”

Hearing this, the Jintai monk couldn't help but pronounce the Buddha's horn and sighed: "In the past, the ancestor of Bodhidharma had seventy-two stunts, allowing the sword to chop, fire and flooding, and poison, and he was still unscathed. ”

This is a real genius, and he is a terrible demon, rare in the ages.

Chen Zhuo's face remained unchanged, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his slowly grinning mouth was filled with two rows of neat teeth stained red with blood, and he laughed softly: "Okay, today will be as you wish, but you two, don't let me down." ”

As the words fell, he shook with six arms, and all of them made moves.

The fist of each hand is also different, or claw, or fist, or palm, or hammer, or finger, exhausting the ultimate fist technique.

(End of chapter)