At this time, Wang Zimo's heart was extremely shocked, he had never seen a martial artist really show his skills, he only knew that to control the enemy, he had to seize the opportunity and kill him with one blow.

"Do it again!"

The prince was silent, and his hands involuntarily followed the punch.

The thousands of troops swept through the Shadowless Fist and entered the enemy camp alone, which was Han Dudu's famous stunt!

At that time, he relied on his extraordinary courage and profound cultivation to break into the enemy camp alone, swept thousands of troops with his shadowless fist, and entered the military camp to take the head of the enemy general.

The power of one person, bravely retreat a million male soldiers!

After that, the governor of Han was named the general of Zhenxi, and he was crowned a marquis, guarding Xiguan, and there was a great momentum of "making Longcheng fly in the city, and not teaching Hu Ma to do Yin Mountain"!

The Shadowless Fist is not without a trace, because the punch is too fast, and you can only see one fist after another galloping out.

The more Wang Zimo looked at it, the more frightened he became!

In just the blink of an eye, Han Dudu had punched a hundred times, each time in a different direction, in Wang Zimo's opinion, it was as if a fist wall was pushed head-on, if he was trapped in it, he would ensure that no part of his body would be spared.

Wang Zimo imitated while watching, and when Han Dudu stopped, he couldn't help but say again: "Do it again!"

"Bastard, think it's juggling?"

Han Dudu wiped his cold sweat and glanced at the prince silently. "With the old man's skills, he can only punch five times in a row at present, and if he does it again, it will definitely hurt his muscles and bones!"

It's not that he can't continue to perform, in fact, judging from the current situation, it is no problem for him to use ten or eight times, the key is that this kid is endless, like a little gluttonous cat who has tasted the sweetness, and he will have it next time with this time.

You must know that it is very tiring to play a set!

"Did you see the punch path just now?"

Wang Zimo nodded, and shook his head again, "There are still a few places that I don't know, right. ”

Han Dudu asked him to demonstrate it, Wang Zimo thought about it carefully, and then slowly stretched out his right fist, only to hear a "boom", and the big tree that was tied to the black python just now was pierced out of a hole the size of a human head.

After the yin and yang quenching, Wang Zimo's body became stronger and stronger, and the yin and yang forces naturally drove between actions, although it was not very obvious, but in the eyes of Han Dudu, it was already very remarkable!

Wang Zimo's punches became faster and faster, and the shadow of Han Dudu's fist kept appearing in his mind, and slowly, the figure playing the fist gradually changed, and in a few moments it became his own appearance. And the speed at which he punches is almost god-like.

Han Dudu was moved, Wang Zimo's punch speed had reached fifty in an instant, this was only the first demonstration, before he could continue to think about it, Wang Zimo punched again, and a mountain of fist shadows suddenly appeared in front of him.

The tree was gone, leaving only the newly wounded roots of the brush. Countless fist shadows were rushing endlessly, and they couldn't find an outlet and pushed towards Han Dudu.

One, two, three...... Fifty, eighty, ninety, one hundred and two......

The more Han Dudu counted, the more frightened he became, the little Huangkou Ruzi's punching speed surpassed himself, and it was still rising, was he really old?

"Come again! or not!" This time it was Han Dudu who commanded.

Although Wang Zimo punched fast, he lacked strength and punch intent.

In the original words of Han Dudu: "Every punch has its own soul, and after punching, it will be like a baby leaving its mother's body, growing up freely, and ever-changing!"

"Grow freely, ever-changing?" the prince silently seemed to understand.

"Come again!" Han Dudu bent his fingers into a hook, bypassing Wang Zimo's bent knee to defend the beaten arm, and then his fingers flicked under Wang Zimo's left armpit, instantly disintegrating the surging attack.

"Still no! It's far worse than just now!"

The second time the prince tried his best, and the second time he was easily cracked by Han Dudu. Sometimes Wang Zimo even wonders, what is this old man trying to do so carefully?

"It's better to do it once, speed! Pay attention to speed! Have you not eaten?"

As he spoke, Han Dudu suddenly felt that he owed.

Under the prince's wistful eyes, he touched his whole body with both hands, and found that he really had nothing to eat. His eyes rolled, revealing a reluctant look, he took out a purple berry from the ring, was ruthless, gritted his teeth and threw it to Wang Zimo, and said, "Give you one, Lao Tzu will eat one less!"

The purple berries are round and look like mangosteen, but they don't have green roots.

Holding the palm-sized fruit, Wang Zimo's stomach suddenly "gurgled", and he realized that he hadn't eaten all night.

Just wanted to open his mouth wide, comfortably, and take a bite beautifully, but suddenly found that Han Dudu pursed his lips and snickered, Wang Zimo picked up with his eyes, and was sure that this fruit was definitely not eaten like this. So I pinched it with my hand, and then it dawned on me, and I found a sharp corner rock and slapped it hard!

I only heard the sound of "click!", followed by the wolf-like howl of Han Dudu: "You are a tyrannical thing!

It's too late to say anything.

The milky white juice flows down the mountain stones, and the fragrance is overflowing in an instant, just like the fragrance of pears, peaches and apricots at the end of spring, which makes people indulge in it and forget to return.

The prince grinned silently, smiled awkwardly, quickly put away the broken shell in his palm, raised his head, drank the remaining juice, then licked his tongue to look at the scars flowing on the stone, and finally stared at the ring on Han Dudu's finger.

Delicious!

Absolutely delicious!

The milky white juice is sweet and delicious, and there is even the fragrance of roast fat goose, and there is a faint aroma of winemaking! The entrance is smooth and soft, not light or greasy, fragrant and delicious. No wonder the old horseman's face shook more than a dog's tail just now!

"No more!"

Han Dudu humbly hid his hands behind him, "Besides, this thing can't be digested if you eat too much, you can eat half of it!"

"I see!"

The prince nodded silently and sincerely, not arguing with him, and posing as harmless to humans and animals, but his small eyes still glanced at Han Dudu's finger from time to time.

"Come again!"

Time passed little by little, after eating the unknown berries, Wang Zimo felt that his whole body was full of strength, shouted, and instantly put out a thousand troops to sweep the shadowless fist, and suddenly the fist shadow was like rain, bombarding around Han Dudu, every move had an attempt, that is, to get close to the finger with the ring.

Han Dudu saw through it and didn't say anything, and instructed Wang Zimo to modify his actions several times.

The prince silently seemed to understand, and attacked many times to no avail, he turned to look for the bear, but was stopped by Han Dudu, and said, "The bear already knows your strength and runs." ”

Confirm the eyes!

The prince was silent for a moment.

He blinked, and his little head was spinning fast.

This old puppet who doesn't know his name looks fierce, but in fact he is very easy to deceive.

Only, what is his purpose?

The prince didn't understand it, but he knew that it was dangerous to find the big man, and how much he could get from this old horseman was even.

Qianjun swept the Shadowless Fist and practiced almost the action, and then it was left to slowly experience.

So the prince silently reminded: "You can do it again when you enter the enemy camp alone!"

Han Dudu suddenly had the urge to scold the street, and the tiger's mouth jumped even more happily.

In the world, the master orders the apprentice to do something, how can any apprentice order the master to do this?

Do it again!

Do it again, do it again!

This seemed to be what the master should say, but it appeared in the mouth of the little bastard in front of him as a matter of course.

Cunning and greedy!

Han Dudu is a martial artist, and after thinking about it for a long time, he only came up with these two words, which is really embarrassing for him!

Although he scolded Wang Zimo in his heart, Han Dudu couldn't be ruthless, and he honestly entered the enemy camp alone and practiced again.

If the Thousand Army's sweeping Shadowless Fist is a group attack, then entering the enemy camp alone is a single trick.

Although its control over the overall situation is not as good as the former, it has higher requirements for physical fitness.

One-on-one, into the enemy camp.

How can the general of the enemy camp be a thing in the pool? If he really has no ability, he can only send him to death!

The prince was dumbfounded, obviously he only saw the old horseman slash out, but he felt that countless knife shadows were overwhelming, this was different from the shadowless fist, it was not a quick attack, it was more like what the old horseman said!

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in Wang Zimo's head.

Mingbaojiao's style of Heaven-Breaking Finger Mudra, every time I use it, I always feel a little sluggish, this feeling is very subtle, when the mudra has just been formed, I can feel the vitality in the sea of qi being mobilized, and it is ready to go, but it seems to be waiting for something, until the body is tense, and the bubbling heat flow gushes out from under the dantian, and it is happy.

The vitality is behind, and it is pulled by an unknown will.

Just like this sword intent, it can't be condensed, and it is earth-shattering.

"Whoosh!"

Han Dudu's blood suddenly surged, and his old face turned red. The prince silently shook his right index finger like a red-hot iron rod, turned over the sparks, and looked up at the big hole in the blue sky that had been poked out by himself.

Crack the sky?