"You haven't seen him yet, and when you do, you won't have the courage to make a move! Here I have lost my martial arts faith, I don't want you to lose it too, go back! Don't come again! You are not his opponent, nor is you holding a gun!"

It was a woman who couldn't tell her age, she could say that she was eighteen, that she was thirty, and that the years had not left any traces on her body. But the tone is very sophisticated and calm, obviously not the same age and appearance. At this time, she was dressed in loose white gauze clothes, with a red belt tied around her waist, and she was gently punching at this bronze man as tall as her, or with her fists, or with her fingers, with the techniques of hitting, pointing, splitting, holding, drilling, piercing, and sticking, striking the various acupuncture points on the bronze man.

As soon as she made a move, there was a steady movement, fast and slow, it looked very light and soft, like bumpy cotton, but every finger and flick were as fast as lightning, and there was a faint sound of breaking wind.

Her hands were flying up and down like butterflies, and her fingers were missing in the darkness of the room, but her fingers could accurately hit the tiniest acupuncture points on the bronze man's body. And in a second's effort, a long-lasting metal knocking sound sounded in the darkness.

But Liu Mubai's ears heard eighteen consecutive knocks, and the bronze man's chest, back, feet, back of the head, parietal bone, face door and other eighteen acupuncture points were all hit. Eighteen strikes in a row are a melodious and long-lasting crisp sound.

Eighteen acupuncture points in a second, and it is all parts of the body, such a speed is simply lightning and incredible.

This is Yan Yuanyi's mastery - Emei chases the wind and fights shortly, and the move is "360 Bronze People Hit Acupuncture Hands".

I saw her standing with her hands closed, her hands drooping, her four fingers were actually normal, and her middle finger, index finger, ring finger, and little finger were all the same length.

Liu Mubai looked at Yan Yuanyi with a big gun, this high-spirited and proud woman was now full of exhaustion, and said: "You should go back, it doesn't matter if you lose, it's a big deal to get it back next time." What have you been through when you've locked yourself in the dark for so many days?"

Yan Yuanyi sighed, then gritted his teeth and said, "I can't go back, my martial arts have been broken, if I can't get it back, it will be difficult for me to make progress." Liu Mubai, you really want to see what Shenwei is, I will accompany you, you and I will work together, maybe we have the strength to fight. I want to get my martial arts back! I don't want my faith to be crushed into mud like Japan!"

"You and I work together, my Yin Talisman Gun, your Spring and Autumn Broadsword, who in the world can be opposed?" Liu Mubai stroked the spear in his hand, like caressing his lover's skin, tender as water, lingering.

"We're all frogs at the bottom of the well!"

Yan Yuanyi smiled bitterly, and then bowed reverently to the middle of the room, and pulled a big red cloth to reveal a big knife. A touch of cold light flickered, and a round of crescent moon appeared, it was the big knife of the second master of Guan Guan, the Qinglong Yanyue knife, and the ** autumn big knife, weighing eighty pounds, and ordinary people couldn't lift it with one hand, let alone dance.

The big knife was held in Yan Yuanyi's hand, and the weight was light, and this knife was split, not to mention the copper head and iron bones, even a tank was divided into two.

"Good knife technique, this is already to the point where ink is not advanced! Cao Jiwu is alive, but this is not the case. ”

Cao Jiwu mentioned by Liu Mubai is a great martial arts master in history, the second-generation patriarch of Xinyiquan, and the martial champion during the Kangxi period of the Qing Dynasty. Legend has it that this second-generation ancestor of Xinyiquan can dance the Spring and Autumn Broadsword of more than 100 catties of martial arts in the exam, and his whole body is full of knife light, and several people poured ink on him, and after the ink was poured, there was no ink on his body at all.

Such a realm of earth sword art is really unfathomable, and it is only after the completion of Gangjin.

Yan Yuanyi held the Spring and Autumn Broadsword and slowly pushed open the door, a touch of autumn sun fell, and the broadsword reflected the light and went straight into the direction where the river was.

......

"Are you ready to go under the knife?"

Jiang Liu sat by the lake with his eyes closed, and the surrounding grass and trees were charred black, not a sign of fire, but more like a sign of a lightning strike.

"Seven days ago, when you looked at me, my courage to make a move was worn out. Seven days later, I barely dispelled the fear from the bottom of my heart. Little girl, please advise. ”

Yan Yuanyi raised the Spring and Autumn Broadsword, her hand was very steady, her expression was very calm, and she already had the heart of death in her heart. Chaowen said, it is okay to die at night! She thought that even for a moment, it was enough.

Seven days ago, Jiang Liu had just come out of the simulated thunder and lightning laboratory, carrying a violent thunder power, and even after seven days, he had not been able to fully grasp the power of thunder and lightning. On that day, he happened to meet Yan Yuanyi, who came to challenge, and at a glance, a thunderbolt appeared, and the uncontrollable thunder and lightning vitality went straight into Yan Yuanyi's body, spirit, and soul, and directly defeated him.

This is the reason why she collapsed before she could make a move, but before she could fight, her martial arts belief was defeated in an instant, Yan Yuanyi couldn't figure it out, couldn't figure it out, and her heart was dead.

Jiang Liu slowly opened his eyes, his eyes showed a bright white color, and even the bright sun in the sky was eclipsed, and the arc in his eyes was beating, strange and unpredictable.

"Break and then stand, die and live. I'll give you a creation! Spring and Autumn Broadsword and Yin Talisman Spear, you can start!"

Liu Mubai looked at Jiang Liu's eyes, then clenched the big gun in his hand, didn't hear it, his eyes only stared at the tip of the gun, without any expression. At this moment, the momentum of his whole body seemed to become nothing, and he was so engrossed in the tip of the gun that he even ignored Jiang Liu, a terrifying opponent.

The spear sets the two gods, and there is no other appearance and no one!

Wang Zongyue's two sentences of the Yin Fu Gun in the Yin Fu Gun spectrum were vividly interpreted in Liu Mubai.

Just like writing, concentrate on the tip of the pen, even forget the glyphs, the pen goes dragon and snake, and the strength can penetrate the back of the paper, into the wood three points!

"They all say that you have become a god, I don't believe it, and I don't believe in my gun!"

Buzz, buzz, buzz!

What a strength is it to be able to dance a big steel gun with a buzzing sound! Liu Mubai did not procrastinate, he took the lead in making a move, holding the handle of the steel gun, and a poisonous dragon came out of the hole, wanting to eat people! Between the shaking of the high-quality elastic steel gun body, there was a louder sound of hitting the bell, and there was a piercing scream of the air-breaking sonic boom, directly piercing the lower and middle roads of the river.

"Good marksmanship! Sure enough, it is worthy of the spear skills of the battlefield, Changshan Zhao Zilong is reborn!"

Jiang Liupan sat still, and the sound of the dragon and tiger roaring in his body was the horizontal practice of "Dragon Yin Iron Cloth Shirt" and "Tiger Roaring Golden Bell Jar" learned from Ba Liming, and he sat across the Dan, the vitality converged, and the statue of the true martial turtle and snake sat in the dantian.

It is as immovable as a mountain, and it is a mountain made of steel.