Yang Ji did capture Wang Xian's "rhythm".

Wang Xian opened and closed widely, lacking flexibility, but this flaw was not in the body method, but in the "boxing method".

The "Black Fist" goes straight to the bottom, which is Wang Xian's biggest flaw. No matter how strong Wang Xian's strength is, it can't change the inherent flaws of this battlefield martial art itself.

The deeper you immerse yourself in this martial art, the stronger your strength, the more difficult it is to change, and the easier it is to be caught in the "rhythm".

The biggest problem in dealing with a martial arts genius like Wang Xian is not to summarize his "rhythm", but to defeat him in actual combat!

Bang bang bang!

There was a raging wave in the ring, Wang Xian became more and more surprised, after the successful cultivation of the "Black Fist", this was the first time he was restrained, and he encountered a time when he could not exert his power.

Yang Ji's fists often blasted over when he had just reached seventy percent of his strength, and he didn't exert ten percent of his strength at all. [PS: Huangfu has read "Hand-to-Hand Combat", when fighting with others, he closes the distance with the other party, and the strength of hand-to-hand combat is not used up. When the distance is opened, the blow is the greatest. 】

Wang Xian tried to change the law of the shot, but it was useless, and Yang Ji still captured the "rhythm" and "regularity" of the shot. It's like being imprisoned in a cage, unable to stretch your hands and feet.

Before the start of the game, Wang Xian originally thought that this game would not be too difficult, but now he has to admit that this is probably the most "tricky" situation he has ever encountered!

"This guy is the first one who can block my Black Fist in the martial arts examination. There's no way around, that's the only way to go. Otherwise, you will definitely lose. ”

A flash of lightning flashed in Wang Xian's mind, and then his gaze became resolute. The rhythm of this guy named "Yang Ji" catching his shots became more and more familiar, and Wang Xian now felt that his suppression was getting more and more serious.

Now it's seventy percent of the strength, and if it continues, according to this situation, it would be good to be able to exert fifty percent of the strength for a while. In this case, if you don't use the "steel finger" again, you will definitely lose.

Wang Xian is also in the army, but he is not a murderer. The "Steel Finger" is a martial art that he has cultivated for ten years, and it is extremely powerful, and as soon as he points it, it will immediately be a blood hole. This is either death or injury.

Wang Xian has always regarded it as a mastery at the bottom of the box, and he is easily reluctant to use it. But now, if you don't do it, I'm afraid there will be no chance to do it.

"Buzz!"

In the ring, this thought flashed in Wang Xian's heart, and his clenched fist had just loosened, wanting to perform the "steel finger" wonder. At this moment, a mutation protruded-

A blood-colored palm quickly expanded in Wang Xian's eyes, and with a bang, it slammed into Wang Xian's chest at lightning speed. The overwhelming amount of power burst out in an instant.

Rumble!

Wang Xian's body shook, and he was directly shocked by this force, flipped a heel fight in the air, and flew directly out of the ring.

"Ah——h

There was a burst of exclamations, and many people stood up in surprise with wide eyes.

Seeing that Wang Xian was about to be caught by Yang Ji, a palm shook out of the ring, and the mutation protruded, and at the moment when he fell out of the ring, Wang Xian hooked the soles of his feet and pulled his body back to the ring.

"It's a pity!"

Yang Ji and Han Bin under the ring snorted at the same time, secretly choking.

Wang Xian's "Black Fist" is not without flaws, but it is not easy to catch his flaws. Yang Ji captured the "rhythm" of his shot, and blocked him for more than ten punches one after another, before seizing the moment when he was distracted and knocking him away with one palm.

But now that Wang Xian hooked back into the ring with his backfoot, pulled away again, and put on a defensive posture, it was not so easy to succeed again.

"This guy is really good. ”

Yang Ji said secretly in his heart.

With that palm just now, he calculated that he should be able to shake Wang Xian out of the ring, but he didn't expect his strain to be so fast, and he really deserved to be a leader from a military family.

"It's been a long time since it's been so hard to fight. ”

Not far away, Wang Xian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked up. Just now, Yang Ji's palm shook his internal organs. Although Wang Xian's fist power is extremely strong, his ability to resist blows is obviously not practiced like Yang Ji.

"Your strength is not as strong as mine, but your fighting instincts are terrifying. I'm afraid that there aren't many people in the entire Martial Hall who can surpass you. But I can't lose the martial arts, be careful, I'm going to use my steel finger!"

Wang Xian directly laid out the "carriage and horse".

Wang Xian rarely speaks, and even less admits that he is inferior to others, unless the person earns his respect. The "steel finger" is extremely powerful, and as soon as he strikes, he will either die or be injured, and in the case that there is no personal grudge between the two sides, Wang Xian is unwilling to easily make enemies.

"Heh, each other, I haven't fought so hard in a long time. Make a move!"

Yang Ji said with a smile.

Although they are rivals with each other, Wang Xian's heroic personality still makes Yang Ji feel a sense of sympathy. However, despite this, neither Yang Ji nor Wang Xian had any intention of keeping their hands.

"Boom!"

Wang Xian's ten fingers moved, but it made a sound like gold and iron, as if it was not ten "flesh and blood", but ten fingers made of steel, and an extremely dangerous aura instantly emanated from Wang Xian's body.

Yang Ji's eyes stared at Wang Xian's "steel fingers" motionless, and at the same time, where no one was aware of it, a surge of blood qi surged into the palm of his hand, and Yang Ji's split thumb and the other four fingers instantly merged together, like a blood-colored hand knife.

"This guy ......"

In the crowd, Lu Ling's good-looking eyebrows raised slightly, and he faintly felt something.

It's too late, and when many people are still immersed in the sympathetic dialogue between Yang Ji and Wang Xian, there have been huge changes in the ring.

"Boom!"

Yang Ji and Wang Xian jumped out in an instant like arrows from the string, rushing past each other at both ends of the ring. I heard a loud bang, a great earthquake, and the entire steel ring seemed to be about to topple.

In the midst of the lightning, Wang Xian's two fingers stretched out, like the sharpest dagger, directly into Yang Ji's chest. If this finger is inserted, I am afraid that even the lungs will be inserted.

Everyone held their breath and looked nervously at the stage. In the last game, when Wang Xian defeated his opponent, it was when he used his "steel finger".

"The two of them are going to decide the winner. ”

A thought flashed through the minds of many.

"Click!"

At the moment when Wang Xian's "steel finger" was about to pierce Yang Ji's chest like a dagger, the red light flashed, and a blood-red palm suddenly lay in front of Wang Xian, slashing into Wang Xian's finger, index finger and ring finger with a thunderous force. Hearing only the crisp sound of bones, Wang Xian's expression changed drastically, and his ten steel fingers were like thunder.

The ten fingers of "Wang Xian" are generally steely and extremely hard, but the place between the fingers is obviously impossible to practice.

The moment the two fought, Wang Xian felt as if he had been struck by a knife. For the first time since the fight, Wang Xian felt a sense of crisis in his heart.

"Whew!"

Saying that it was too late, Wang Xian flicked his left hand, and five fingers stretched out at the same time and inserted it into Yang Ji's chest. If this is inserted, the wound will not stop, at least it will be a serious injury.

The two sides compete in the martial arts examination, which is already quite a "heavy hand". However, Yang Ji's strength forced Wang Xian to use this method.

"Bang!"

Wang Xian had just changed his move, Yang Ji palmed his left hand, and the blood-red palm was like a spiritual snake, bypassing Wang Xian's sharp five palms, and slashing the tendons and veins at the palm of his wrist, a huge electric current flashed, Wang Xian's palm trembled, and he retracted like lightning.

Once, twice, three times......

In a short period of time, Wang Xian attacked dozens of times, and then each time Yang Ji flexibly bypassed his ten fingers and intercepted them on the palm meridians.

A total of more than 30 shots, none of them succeeded.

Wang Xian's arm tendons and veins became more and more numb, more and more numb, and his fingers were connected to the tendons and veins, so that even his hand was affected, and he became less and less sharp as before.

Wang Xian's "rhythm" has been completely mastered by Yang Ji, and with the degree of fighting, it has also deepened step by step. Although Wang Xian's ten "steel fingers" were indestructible, there was no way to touch Yang Ji.

One after the other, Wang Xian is losing and retreating, and the momentum is becoming more and more powerful, and there is a strong force, but it can't be exerted at all.

Bang!

Yang Ji's palm slapped lightly on Wang Xian's chest, and Wang Xian immediately shook several feet away, motionless.

The whole arena was silent and silent. Everyone looked at Wang Xian for a while, and Yang Ji was shocked for a while. The two fought too fast just now, and soon people didn't see a bright hall at all.

Wang Xian stood there as if sculptural, his face cloudy. Just when everyone thought he was going to attack again—

"I lost!"

Wang Xian pursed his lips, spit out three words, and then left the ring without looking back.

Rumble!

The simple three words caused an uproar in the martial hall. Many people just feel that the blood is pouring up, especially those who are optimistic about Wang Xian before the game, they are going crazy.

"Wang Xian lost, he actually lost,—— how could it be?!"

"Black Fist, Black Fist, this is the most difficult boxing technique in the army!"

"Wang Xian is on again, and he hasn't decided the winner yet, why did he give up like this?"

"What are you kidding, this Yang Ji is actually so strong!"

......

There was an uproar in the crowd. Regardless of Yang Ji or Wang Xian, the realm is much higher than most students in the breathing realm. Only a very small number of people can see the reality of the false.

Just now, Wang Xian had actually fallen out of the ring, and Yang Ji obviously took care of his face before he gently pushed it. It is precisely because Wang Xian understands this that he will admit defeat, rather than losing his will to fight.

What is Wang Xian?

The most outstanding leader in the military family, a martial arts genius. Along the way, almost all of them were quick and undefeated. The most rigid and fierce "Black Fist" combined with the "Steel Finger" secret technique actually lost to this little-known Yang Ji, especially, Yang Ji is obviously not as strong as Wang Xian!

Such a fact makes many people's hearts secretly chill, how rich is a person's fighting instinct and fighting skills to be in order to defeat the strong with the weak and defeat a martial arts genius like Wang Xian?

There was a lot of discussion in the ring, and Yang Ji and Wang Xian were undoubtedly the most exciting matches of the day. However, Yang Ji took these things into account flawlessly, and after the military captain who presided over the competition announced the results, he jumped lightly and left the ring.

"Let's go!"

Yang Ji pulled Lu Ling and left the venue directly. This game is destined to be discussed for a long time, and Yang Ji will also be noticed by many people.

Yang Ji had no intention of standing here anymore and enjoying the crowd's onlookers.