As a girl, Ma Xinyi is more sensitive than Wang Changsheng, she seems to feel something, she picked up her mobile phone and started calling, from her father, to her mother, to the people around her, until Song Xiaoya's phone.

After calling a few times, Song Xiaoya didn't get through for a long time, Ma Xinyi was a little impatient, called home, please look for it, and then sat in the audience and waited uneasily, and her sister Ma Xinru next to her looked at her sister like this and asked

"What's wrong with Xiaoyi?"

"I'm fine, sister," Ma Xinyi shook her head and didn't say much.

Soon, the third game began, with Shiwa against Yoshimitsu Murakami.

After the referee announces the appearance, the players from both sides appear.

Zhihe was dressed in a Chinese black practice uniform, but his Taoist temperament was undoubtedly revealed, and his face was not shocked.

Murakami Yoshimitsu is a, more than 1.9 meters tall and wearing a Japanese Aikido white uniform, a burly man, in Japan with an average height of 1.6 meters, such a height is very surprising, the original dark skin is even darker against the backdrop of white clothes, like a black iron man, and the muscles all over the body support the clothes bulging.

Zhihe looked at the other party's figure and didn't pay attention to it, but the other party took a palm that was different from ordinary people and made him pay attention to it, Murakami Yoshimitsu's hands were different from ordinary people's thickness, the fist bones had been polished to the point that they were almost invisible, and the fist cocoons on his hands were the size of broad beans.

The two sides stand still, the referee briefly introduces the two sides, and then after confirming that it is correct, the "beep" game begins.

"Quack, quack" Yoshimitsu Murakami moved his shoulders, neck, and bones began to pop, looking at Shiwa with contemptuous eyes

"I heard that you are a Taoist priest, you don't recite scriptures on the mountain, you run down to participate in the competition, aren't you afraid of being killed?

Shiwa's teeth creaked, and his eyes seemed to be on fire, staring at Yoshimitsu Murakami

"Chinese martial arts are broad and profound, do you really think that you can crisscross the Chinese martial arts by learning one and a half moves?

After speaking, Zhihe ran his internal strength, and the practice clothes were hit by the strength of the bang, and his body and arms waved like flowing water, which was the Wudang Peerless Taijiquan, and it was also the oldest Taijiquan frame.

With his right foot lightly stepping on the board, there was a loud "boom", and when a pothole appeared in the floor, Zhihe jumped out quickly, and rushed straight to Murakami Yoshimitsu in order to cover his ears and thunder.

Murakami Yoshimitsu saw Shiwa take the initiative and laughed

"It's good to come!

With a bang, the body shook and shook, the clothes on the upper body exploded, and the broken clothes were scattered around like hidden weapons, making people feel the powerful power contained in the shock just now.

His hands formed into fists and swung them like cannonballs, making a crisp "pop" sound in the air, hitting Zhihe's head.

Just when the two of them were about to fight, Zhihe suddenly stepped on the Bagua step, and his body was like a loach, sliding through the gap between Murakami's fists.

Instantly slipped in front of Murakami Yoshimitsu, at this moment the two people were almost facing each other, Zhihe's right hand became a palm, fluttering like a leaf to Murakami Yoshimitsu's chest, but because it was a little uncontrollable, the strong energy in it made the cuffs collapse into strips of cloth, making people feel the terrifying power contained in this palm

Dark energy, Wudang Mianzhang, no, not only Wudang Mianzhang, at the moment when he patted Murakami Yoshimitsu's chest, Zhihe's palm vibrated slightly.

"Bang bang bang" was like striking a bell, and Murakami Yoshimitsu made three muffled rings in his chest in a row.

"Tongtong" took three steps in a row, and Murakami Yoshimitsu stabilized his body.

"Poof"

A mouthful of blood suddenly spit out from the corner of his mouth, and Murakami Yoshimitsu glanced at his chest, the deep palm print, raised his head and smiled

"Amazing, really powerful, the dark strength of the palm plus the sudden outbreak of the inch strength technique, three palms in a row, if it weren't for my internal qi to catch each other's heart, I almost let you succeed, but, Your Excellency Zhihe, how many times can you break out such an attack?"

"Hmph, it's enough to kill you" Zhihe said coldly, his right hand soaked with sweat was slightly pinched, and the secret path was really terrible for this guy on the other side, this can be hard-connected, the other party's kung fu may not be under him, and sure enough, the person who came is not good.

"Is it? Then Your Excellency Shihe, it's my turn" Murakami Yoshimitsu finished speaking, his whole body began to bulge, and his height jumped sharply, almost reaching two meters, and with a more burly body, he was like a little giant

"Heh" body shock, the surrounding five meters of stone slabs were cracked, the ground also collapsed with Murakami Yoshimitsu as the center, becoming a big pit, such a scene is simply terrifying, is this what human beings can do? Kung Fu can be so powerful, strong and terrifying, after a period of sluggishness, the audience has sent out a wave of frenzy

It's not a faction, it's not a nationality, it's a cult of humanity's inner strength for a stronger, primordial flesh.

"Boom"

Stepping on the ground, jumping out of the pit, Murakami Yoshimitsu feet on the ground, Lianmai's thick thighs, but it gives people a sense of lightness, lack of the feeling of the impact of the giant elephant in the face, this is a fragmented version of the incense elephant crossing the river, I didn't expect Murakami Yoshimitsu to be able to, this secret technique, although it is a fragmented version.

Murakami Yoshichong's right hand became a palm, the palm was full of calluses, glowing with black light, his arm was swelled by nearly half of the violently bulging qi and blood, and the green tendons burst out, and it was another secret technique King Kong palm, one of the seventy-two stunts of Shaolin.

It is as if the mythical Five Finger Mountain, carrying an unparalleled sense of oppression, and the scorching waves of air that it brings to hit the face of this Zhihe

Zhihe is unavoidable, and he also drums the qi and blood of the whole body, clenching his right hand into a fist, forming a palm with his left hand, drawing a circle on his chest, and his right hand into the most powerful hammer shape of Taijiquan, spitting out the middle finger, hammering the palm of Murakami Yoshimitsu to break the face.

And his left palm slammed into his right fist, and he hedged over with a bow.

"Boom" The two sides palmed each other and bumped into each other.

The ground centered on the two of them exploded in an instant, and the two of them were deeply immersed in the stone slab ground at the same time, and there was no intact stone slab within seven or eight meters around.

It's not over yet, almost at the same time, the two of them quickly made a succession of moves, one with a cold palm, and the other with a soft punch, but soft with rigidity, and rigidity with softness.

He is strong, he is strong, and the breeze shines on the river!

Zhihe ran Taijiquan to eliminate and fight, to fight fast and slow, and gradually began to suppress Murakami Yoshimitsu in terms of speed, and Murakami Yoshimitsu defeated and retreated, stepping out of deep footprints on the already broken ground, which can be seen from the terrifying power of Zhihe's boxing.

Murakami Yoshi's strength is heavy, but the speed of his moves can't keep up with Shiwa, so he starts to defend, except for the fragile parts of his body, everything else is at Zhihe's attack, he is waiting for an opportunity, waiting for Shiwa's breathing strength to be broken.

After all, Zhihe is a great master of orthodox Taoism, and his long breath almost made Murakami Yoshimitsu doubt his life, and after splitting his head and covering his face and hitting dozens of moves, he lightly touched Murakami Yoshimitsu's bent knee, and the whole person suddenly took off

Jumping like a breeze, he was on par with Murakami Yoshimitsu, and when Murakami Yoshimitsu was surprised, his left hand became a snake, and his right hand became a fist, and the Wudang secret technique turtle and snake struck together, hitting towards Murakami's temple.

This is the killing move created by the great master Zhang Sanfeng through the contemplation of the turtle and snake fighting, and the comprehension of Taijiquan to perfection.

The sky kills, the stars move, the ground kills, the dragon and snake rise, the people kill, and the earth turns upside down!

Such a majestic and murderous burst made Murakami Yoshimitsu's hair explode all over his body, and his hair stood on end, as if it was not a person in front of him at all, but a giant turtle with a giant snake wrapped around his body, killing him.

But Murakami Yoshimitsu came to his senses in an instant, he knew that this was Zhihe's last killer move, as long as he blocked it, Zhihe, who was still in the air, would be a target, let him knead and pinch it, and Murakami Yoshimitsu was also quite confident in his horizontal practice.

The arms quickly erected and swelled even more, like two steel pillars, protecting the sides of the head. But at this moment

"Hmm"

Murakami Yoshimitsu made a muffled sound, his movements were sluggish, and there was a gap, how could Zhihe let it go, bypassing Murakami Yoshimitsu's arms

A combined blow to Murakami's cheek.

"Click" Murakami Yoshimitsu trembled, vomited blood, and even had broken teeth, his eyes bulged out, and his seven orifices were bled by the shock of qi, his face was miserable, and he fell to the ground softly.

"Toot" the referee blew the whistle

"Roar" The audience instantly stood up and cheered, wonderful, so wonderful, the shouts continued!

Wang Changsheng also couldn't stop waving his fists.

At this time, Yuta Ishiyama, who came to the stage with the medical staff, shouted loudly

"I protest, you Huaguo made a trick, just now in the end, it was clear that Murakami Yoshimitsu's strength was abundant, and the lack of stagnation, I need an explanation"

The audience suddenly fell silent, and they all looked at Yuta Ishiyama on the stage

"Oh, short-sighted"

Zhihe looked disdainful

"I don't even know the technique of intercepting the pulse and acupoints, do you really think I used to fight for dozens of moves before? I used my dark energy to seal the flow of Murakami Yoshimitsu's qi and blood, just waiting for his final flaw, now, understand?"

The audience burst into laughter.

Yuta Ishiyama couldn't hold back his face, "Let's see, hum" fortunately walked off the stage.

Zhihe returned to the rest area to close his eyes and rest, the battle just now seemed simple, but it was extremely dangerous, and now I feel a little chill behind it when I think about it.

"Master, master, you are really amazing" At this time, Wang Changsheng and they also came over.

"Master, your last trick is too powerful, and that Tai Chi, you can also teach me" Wang Changsheng said in a smooth tone, Zhihe's last blow just now was too powerful.

"You, let's talk about it when you're injured, the essence, what is the essence, I didn't tell you before, let's talk about it when you understand it first, you can't run anyway"

Zhihe was also shown by Wang Changsheng's scoundrel, and he wanted to laugh a little angrily, and rolled his eyes

"Don't disturb your master, let him rest and rest, and we'll talk later" Chen Tanyun stopped Wang Changsheng, who was about to speak again.

Wang Changsheng smiled apologetically and sat down, these three duels have greatly improved the level of information in his thoughts. I'm already very satisfied, don't worry, I'll talk about it after digesting it.