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Ji Aojian has never been so vigorous and hearty to hit a person so vigorously with a tiger fist and a leopard fist.

After he suppressed Vincent in his fists with the martial arts realm, he continued to improve his qi and blood to increase his strength, while firmly holding the rhythm of his punches and not giving Vincent a chance to turn over.

And at this moment, there is no moon in the sky, and it is dark and gloomy, Ji Aojian's mental sense and ear power and eyesight are above Vincent, and he is more active between his fists and feet.

But even if he used his internal strength to improve to the ninth turn of qi and blood, he was only comparable to Vincent. And after Ji Aojian's punching speed slowed down, although he still took the initiative in terms of rhythm, Vincent could maintain his defensive position as much as he could.

Ji Aojian gritted his teeth and continued to fight, but he was so anxious that he was burning the fire in his heart.

Suddenly, a long whistle sounded in my ears, piercing the silence of the night sky.

Ji Aojian's heart rolled in surprise, this was clearly the sound of the steamer's whistle, China hadn't even touched the door of industrialization, how could there be a steamship?

On the river in this area, the only ships that were ahead of their time were the ships of the British.

Could it be that the battleship is actually a sail-steam hybrid ship, and the technology of this era is one step ahead of one's own imagination?

No, during the Opium War, it was inconvenient for the huge battleships to go retrograde on the river, and the British used steam paddle wheels as auxiliary ships for towing.

Now it should be the steam paddle steamer that is sailing, and the towed battleship is also gone?

Seeing that he was thoughtful, Vincent hurriedly spoke up to further interfere with his feelings, "Young man, our Lionheart has already sailed, and the Holy Maiden has already sent it away, and as soon as we reach the sea, we will go directly to Avalon. ”

Ji Aojian's fist did not relax at all, but his heart was gradually cold, should I chase to the UK to rescue the ninth sister?

Although his punches suppressed Vincent to death, he still couldn't break through the defense of his punches.

Nine turns of qi and blood can't kill the golden lion in front of me, I need a little three yuan.

Internal strength, how does internal power work, in order to return to the three images?

In his heart, he went over and over again the theory of internal and external strength.

Punching is like striking iron, and practicing is like bellows. Internal power is what provides the power for boxing.

Power, power......

Bellows are a common power facility in agricultural society, and now in the era of the Industrial Revolution, a more powerful power facility is the steam engine.

The whistle in his ears came again, and sparks jumped in Ji Aojian's eyes, and the rhythm of his breathing ran up with the whistle, becoming more long and far.

Vincent suddenly felt that Ji Aojian's boxing technique had become slower, and when he was overjoyed, he was about to find a gap to counterattack.

I saw Ji Aojian's fist swinging and hitting again, although the speed was not fast, but there seemed to be a faint flow of charm in the momentum, and the number of punches against him sealed the trajectory of a qiē counterattack, as long as Vincent punched, he would inevitably hit this fist.

What's the big deal with you, it's all fought until now. Vincent thought so, and didn't hesitate to punch again.

As soon as this punch came out, he suddenly felt a numbness in his hands, and he was shocked that he had lost the upper hand in the strength confrontation.

Ji Aojian punched one punch after another, although it was getting slower and slower, but Vincent's fist theory changed, and he couldn't escape Ji Aojian's calculation of fist strength, so he could only fight with him hard.

However, Ji Aojian's punch is now stronger than a punch, making it more and more difficult for him to parry.

Vincent snorted for a few more moments, feeling as if his opponent's punches became more violent at the same beat with each whistle, and exclaimed, "What evil power are you using?"

Ji Aojian said lightly, "Three elephants return to the source, steam artistic conception." ”

Internal power operation can be like a bellows or a steam engine.

Ji Aojian has made a lot of efforts to understand the structure and operation of modern machinery, and he is familiar with the operation principle and effect schematic diagram of the steam engine.

At the beginning, he imagined the bellows to run the internal power, and now with the whistle of the Lionheart on the river, he imagined the steam engine to run the internal power.

There is a better idea for the operation of internal strength in my heart, the qi and blood are improving little by little, the strength is also increasing little by little, the speed is gradually decreasing, but the scene is not out of control, and the number of fist paths still seals the opponent's changes.

This is the perfect harmony of mood, strength, and martial arts, and has achieved a high balance of essence, qi, and spirit.

The small three-element realm of the three elephants returning to the yuan has been completed.

Ji Aojian doesn't care how different this artistic conception is in the inner family's state of mind, anyway, the artistic conception is that there are hills and valleys in the heart, which makes the pattern in the chest broader, and it is not confined to what specific things are.

I have a steam engine in my heart that is violently pushing the course of the times, and the whole world is swept in by this storm.

Whether it is historical, social, cultural or scientific significance, how many markers of industrialization can be regarded as a symbol of the times, such as the steam engine?

The qi and blood in Ji Aojian's body were churning and expanding, as if he was really driven by a steam engine, and after the qi and blood were increased for three turns, he reached the realm of ten turns, and the strength of his punches surpassed Vincent.

Next, it is to fight fast with slow and force.

Vincent's kung fu attainments are not as good as Ji Aojian's, and he can't get out of the battle circle, so he can only fall into a bitter fight with him.

Ji Aojian's punches became heavier and heavier, and there seemed to be a roar of steam in his mouth, and his momentum increased even more.

He made a heavy move and said, "Unorganized, unorganized, unorganized, not patterned." No matter how accurate the calculation of the speed and strength angle is, it is just a realm with a clear eye, and it is still just a dead end. ”

"You have nine turns of qi and blood, and the use of the Golden Lion Fist is just a rigid and rigid application, without any vitality and spirituality. ”

"If this is the apex of European martial arts, then your martial arts realm is really a sadness. ”

Although Vincent couldn't hold on anymore, he still said angrily, "Your scientific realm is even more sad. ”

Ji Aojian sighed, "I admit it. ”

He threw a punch, but it was a false move, and his right foot suddenly twitched, and the volley was a leopard's tail leg whip.

The realm of boxing can calculate the number of other people's paths, and one's own moves can naturally be between virtual and real, making the enemy even more defenseless.

Vincent fought with him for a long time, and he didn't see him move a single kick, and at the moment his mind was on his fist, and after being shaken by a false punch, it was too late to block his foot.

Ji Aojian kicked him the side of his knee, and while his body was unstable, he swung his tiger claws again. Stretching out his left palm, he pushed his block away, and his right paw went straight in, stabbing him in the chest with fierce force.

This is the first time he has killed someone with his own hands, but his heart is full of worry about the ninth sister and hatred for Vincent at the moment, so he didn't think much about it at all, just hurriedly reduced the speed of qi and blood in the operation of internal strength, and immediately went to chase the ship quickly.

Vincent spat out a mouthful of blood in his throat, gritted his teeth, and said, "You are really possessed by the devil, so you can suddenly increase your strength." ”

Ji Aojian reprimanded, "Nonsense, I am an authentic internal kung fu, full of vitality, righteousness, and full of positive energy." ”

Vincent struggled to utter the last words of his life, "Your evil power cannot resist the power of God." ”

Ji Aojian stretched out his hand back from his chest, and he had already pulled out his heart together.

Ignoring what Vincent's body was to be done, he picked up his sword on the ground and hurried along the river to the sound of the whistle.

On a moonless night, under the wide opening of the cat's eye, a huge black shadow was seen on the dark and dreary river.

Ji Aojian rushed to the front of the Lionheart, jumped into the river.

In November, the river was very cold at night, and the sword wounds on his body were soaked in water, and the pain was scorching.

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