At the moment when the crow approached in a few steps, Du Sheng had already peeked through a little doorway.

"The body is like a tiger pounce, and the practice is black tiger boxing, which is mostly a variant of pictographic boxing that advocates the cultivation of god form!"

There are many kinds of Black Tiger Boxing, I don't know who created it, but the people who learn boxing from the teacher basically worship the "Zhangjia Black Tiger Patriarch" god position.

This kind of boxing is mainly spread in Zhejiang, Sichuan, and Gansu, but the style is basically similar, and the emphasis is on steady movements, offense and defense, force, and steady speed.

However, most of the traditional Chinese martial arts are created by observing nature and imitating all kinds of agile and flexible animals.

Black Tiger Fist is no exception.

And its biggest feature is that when fighting, its body is very flexible and fierce as a tiger.

In fact, the crow's legs and footwork are also quite good, but his achievements today are all forced by his father to cultivate on rough paths, floating wooden rafts, and lying cows, and there is no doubt that his skills are solid.

Du Sheng retracted his gaze, and the two of them stood opposite each other with cold faces.

"It is indeed unexpected to be able to win against He Yong."

The crow crossed his arms, exuding a strong shock all over his body, and glanced at Du Sheng:

"However, your Bajiquan has not yet been cultivated at home, and you don't even have a trace of Ming Jin, and your potential has been exhausted."

"Next, you'd better let me have a good time, otherwise I'll be rich and rich in minutes!"

He also saw that Du Sheng was a little bit of a doorway, and his words were a little conceited.

Moreover, he seems to want to prove that he is a dutiful son, and this time he wants to make a name for the Black Tiger Fist passed down by his dead ghost father!

It is also said that Black Tiger Boxing is most famous for being fast and accurate.

Among them, the black tiger out of the hole, the black tiger digging out the heart, the tiger returning to the ridge, the tiger fighting, the hungry tiger pounced on the food and other moves are the best, all pay attention to the strength and strength, the offensive is fierce.

Similarly, Bajiquan is also the pursuit of fierceness, hard fighting, and hard opening, all of which are short fighting routines.

However, in the rivers and lakes, the fame of Black Tiger Boxing is less than one-fifth of that of Bajiquan.

This made the crow very angry all the time.

The reason why he insisted on playing black boxing back then was not because he didn't have the idea of giving Yang Wei black tiger boxing.

It's a pity that after he has been messing around in the big dye vat of the rivers and lakes for a long time, his filial piety has gradually deteriorated, and his personality has become more and more perverse, becoming bloodthirsty and crazy, and taking pleasure in torture and killing.

Especially after becoming a Dongxing storyteller, there are not too many evil things such as bursting the opponent's eyeballs, crushing the opponent's bones, breaking the lower shade, and stepping on the throat bone.

"Whether it's you who are rich or rich, or whether my family is rich and rich, you have to fight to know."

Du Sheng opened his mouth indifferently, grabbed the dungeon with his ten toes, squatted slightly on his knees, and made a crisp sound in his joints.

He knew that it didn't make sense to be a madman like Crow, and the other party was acting unscrupulously, even if the host hadn't called for start, he had to beware of the other party's surprise attack.

The atmosphere in the ring became tense for a while.

At this time, Gugu Boy, who had just woken up by the emergency rescue, was still vomiting blood, and the doctor was planning to transfer him to the hospital.

"Wait!"

Goo Boy struggled to sit up from the stretcher, and suddenly became weak and called the medical staff to stop.

"This gentleman, your poisoning is severe, you must-"

Goo Boy's gaze stayed in the ring, and he weakly interrupted the doctor's words, and said without a beak:

"Finish watching the game."

He wants to stay to see how Du Sheng dies, otherwise he will not be reconciled!

The doctor hesitated, but he could hear that the other party's tone was resolute, so he could only go to the head of the boxing association to report.

"Let's go!"

When the host gave an order, the gamblers in the stands roared excitedly.

Among the two boxers on the stage, although the crow has even fought life and death, and won three games in a row, Du Sheng's record just now is also very eye-catching, and even makes people's blood boil.

Therefore, from time to time in the stands, gamblers shouted at Du Sheng in the ring:

"Dongguan Zai, 100,000 bets on you to win!"

"Dongguan Aberdeen! You must be upset, otherwise I will be richer than you! ”

Of course, those who shout Dongguan Tsai are in the minority after all.

Most of the guests still like to chase the favorite, after all, the name of the crow is not to mention the notoriety, it is also the level of the baby crying.

At the moment of the gong, the crow took the lead.

Although he was much more cautious about Du Sheng's ability to win against He Yong, he still didn't regard the other party as his main opponent.

Even this kind of person who has not yet cultivated Ming Jin can't win, so he has really learned from dogs in martial arts in the past twenty years.

The crow stepped out like lightning, sinking his shoulders and bridge, and his long arms went straight through, like a sharp spear piercing Du Sheng's throat!

He wore a bell-shirt and trousers, and his sleeves trembled, making a series of wind crackles, like waves crashing on the shore.

This hungry tiger pounces on food, and obviously practices the essence.

"The speed and explosiveness far surpass He Yong, and even more than Da Fei, who is at the peak of explosive life!"

As soon as the connoisseur makes a move, he will know if there is one.

Du Sheng steadied his lunge, supported his elbows and palms, and posed on an eight-pole shelf, his face was a little dignified.

The crow's blow was coherent, like a river rushing in the wind, almost interrupting his breathing flow.

In such a situation, it is clear that he has practiced Ming Jin, and he has reached the point where the inner boxing is continuous.

There are three kinds of inner strength, bright energy, dark energy, and chemical energy.

The characteristic of Ming Jin is that this crisp sound, practicing a series of strings, in ancient times, he was regarded as a martial arts master.

This alone is much superior to Du Sheng, no wonder the other party is so confident.

However, the crow has a rebellious personality, the edges and corners have not been smoothed, and the bright strength has not yet reached the level of freewheeling, which is obviously a beginner level. ’

When the strength is vigorous, the hands must be steady, the steps must be urgent, and the hair of the whole body must be closed except for the palms, so that the ability can penetrate and fight cattle across the mountains.

And to achieve this point, you need a good mood and perseverance, and the crow is still a little behind.

So even if he knew that the other party had practiced Mingjin, Du Sheng was not afraid, instinctively shook his hips and waist, bowed and stepped forward, twisted his shoulder joints, and greeted him with a mountain palm.

This step used the strength of the stomping and grinding, and the foot was particularly powerful, and the floor of the entire ring shook a little.

Rumble!

Fists and palms!

Even though Du Sheng was blessed with the Iron Arm Gong, he still felt that he was hitting a piece of iron stone.

The crow on the opposite side also looked surprised, pulled back, and clenched his finger bones, as if he was a little uncomfortable, but immediately puffed through his body, and the black tiger came out of the hole and grabbed it again.

Let's go!

Du Sheng's left hand was like a wall, and he immediately elbowed on the crow's forearm, and instantly swung away this fierce fist.

The two of them struck each other's arms, making a loud fist-to-flesh fighting sound.

The crow is now twenty-nine years old, and has been practicing boxing since he was ten years old, and has nineteen years of kung fu until now.

Although Du Sheng has never practiced Ming Jin, he has copper skin, iron arms, and iron legs on his body, as well as the blessing of two other purple skills, and his offense and defense are not inferior to the other party.

The two exchanged more than a dozen moves in an instant, and their fists and feet had hundreds of catties of strength, colliding and agitating each other, whistling and clicking endlessly, and for a while, they were even up and down.

The audience was fascinated and obviously stunned by the scene on stage.

It turns out that people who have real kung fu in their bodies are so shocking and powerful when their fists and feet intersect.

Some viewers who bought Hongxing's upset couldn't help clenching their fists, and their feet trembled with excitement.

Because they see a glimmer of hope.

As for Gugoo, who insisted on watching the game, he was a little incredulous at the moment, and his body trembled a little.

Seeing that he was coughing up blood, the doctor hesitated for a moment and did not persuade him again.

In the ring, the crow circled to the left, his body looked like a tiger, bent his elbows and struck, and smashed Du Sheng's skull with a brave lunge and fist.

"Drink!"

Du Sheng didn't dodge, he shouted lightly, sank his waist and tied his horse, his lower abdomen was retracted, his footwork was like a plough overturning the ground, and he used his whole body to hit him with his shoulder and arm, and he collided with the crow's fist.

He is a hard and hard to stick to the mountain, which seems to take the shoulder as the force point, but in fact, it combines the torsion force of the waist and hips, and it is magnificent.

Boom!

The fists and arms intersected, the skin of Du Sheng's arms and fists was bulging, the pores were like iron bumps, and his body was like a mountain.

On the other hand, the crow frowned, and immediately retreated, rubbing it on his waist.

"My Black Tiger Fist is both inside and outside, combining rigidity and softness, containing the strength of the tiger pounce, and the fist is like a spear like a stab, and it can blow up the sandbag with one punch!

And this guy obviously practices Bajiquan, why is his arm so hard? ”

When the crow touched it, his arm hurt, and he didn't dare to look down at it in the slightest, so he scolded secretly in his heart, and his body was like a tiger strike, and he bounced back.

He suspected that in addition to cultivating the Baji Fist on the bright side, the other party also practiced kung fu such as the Golden Bell Jar and the Iron Cloth Shirt, otherwise how could it be so hard!

After a few more hard moments, the crow became more and more gloomy.

"Bajiquan pays attention to hard fighting, hard progress, grabbing the middle line, and practicing kung fu consumes a lot of physical energy, so it is better to consume him first and then strike a thunderbolt."

Although the crow doesn't want to admit it, he also understands that the other party is definitely a hidden ruthless character, and there is a real possibility of overturning if he is not careful.

He put away the last trace of contempt, and used the combination of rigidity and softness to flexibly fight guerrilla, and then try to forge ahead.

The two of them fought like this for more than two minutes, and they were still indistinguishable.

Gradually, many people looked at Du Sheng sideways.

"Haha, it's going to be overturned!"

"Hongxing has another bull, it's amazing!"

"Is the crow releasing water, otherwise why is it so inferior?!"

"it, you won't fake boxing again, will you?"

Although the final battle was extended to five minutes, some spectators who were worried about a draw had already anxiously shouted for the Ravens to stop playing.

But the crow was also distraught, and wanted to jump off the stage to break the necks of the noisy spectators, and said sharply:

"Idiot! Are you too many, which dog sees labor and management playing? ”

It's a battle with a reputation that doesn't allow for the slightest mistake or release, and you really don't want to win?

However, he fought very bitterly in this battle.

From killing the opponent within a minute at the beginning, to dragging the opponent to death by guerrillas, to now it is still evenly matched

Du Sheng is not at all like a layman who has not yet stepped into Mingjin, his hands and feet are as hard as bones!

How could outsiders know how tormented he was?

'I don't believe you can last so long!' ’

However, Du Sheng is like an unbeatable Xiaoqiang, no matter how the crow attacks, the opponent's attack and defense are better than an iron wall.

The most terrifying thing is that his physical endurance is endless, and it seems that it has not been consumed much, but his physical strength has begun to fail.

At this moment, not only were the popular spectators in a hurry, but even the people who captured the dragon and tiger and other eastern stars were in a sinking mood.

They never expected that Hong Xing, a newly emerging red stick, would have such a high level.

In the face of such a high-intensity wheel battle, it is still easy to play!

People who don't know still think that Du Sheng is a double-flower red stick.

Otherwise, how can such a strange thing be explained?

Even Bucky and the others in the box were amazed, and exclaimed at Liangkun:

"Ah Kun, your subordinates are really too much!"

The dinosaur also sighed and nodded:

"Dongguan Tsai is really fierce, even the crows have resisted, it seems that there is a chance to turn the tables!"

His tone was both envious and a little annoyed.

What I envy is how I don't have such subordinates.

I'm so annoyed that I'm so stupid that I didn't even buy Dongguan Tsai once to win!

Not once!

(End of chapter)