Chapter 207 Take a Risk,

There is a problem with the eight bowls, although he doesn't like to see people angry like the little ants, but he likes to use martial arts to test his moves before fighting people, he moves continuously with eight wrists, and retracts the spear he shot before in the move, and the spear is absorbed back with internal strength, Heng Jing has seen it, Heng Jing is not making a fuss, because he can also do it,

If you want to break through the momentum of the opponent's vigilance, the eight wrists can only take the lead and look for the opponent's flaws in the movement.

Eight wrists are undoubtedly masters of using spears, under the slip of footsteps, the gun has been quickly filled to the limit, "Qiang ......" he shot in the fastest way, the gun broke through the air, just like the first quarter of the moon, radiant, with a hidden arc,

Heng Jing's facial expression was resolute and strong, his eyes were deep and resolute, the moment the other party's gun came out, his eyes flashed, like the unreachable starry sky,

Eight wrists didn't expect that Heng Jing would still be able to be calm and comfortable after he shot himself, looking at the other party's leisurely expression, his heart couldn't help but be shocked, and even a little more joyful, because he also understood the swelling murderous aura and infinite vitality in Hengjing's eyes,

Eight wrists like to fight with such people, and it is most interesting to fight with such people.

Heng Jing is still standing, standing quietly in front of the eight wrists, like a mountain between heaven and earth, with a continuous momentum that cannot be surmounted, and truly achieved the "immovable as a mountain" of Buddhism and Taoism.

Hengjing's little Buddha palm finally came out, at the moment when the eight-wristed gun was released, his palm was simple and ordinary, but if he wasn't in the game, who would know the true subtlety of this palm,

The eight wrists are under the palm wind at the moment, of course he sees the power of the other party's palm, and the palm of Hengjing is to simplify the complex, expand the strength, and control their relative space with a fan-shaped plane.

No one can feel this strange feeling, but the eight wrists have a deep experience, he asked himself that his gun has always been slow, as soon as the gun came out, his people quickly followed, but he felt that there were dozens of layers of extremely resistant qi walls in front of him, which was eroding his gun speed little by little,

Eight wrists were slightly startled in his heart, and suddenly exerted his strength, and the spear edge advanced a few inches, and then he heard a "......ding" sound, and the constant little Buddha palm came from an unfathomable angle, marked out from the crack in the plane, and just met his spear edge.

With the palm of the flesh against the spear, the palm of the constant silence is made of iron and stone,

Eight wrists didn't know, he wasn't interested in guessing, and he didn't have time to guess, the strength of his palm touched the spear, the wind was wild, and the energy was flying, and even the trees outside the side felt suffocated.

The palms and guns collided with each other, and they collided with brilliant sparks like lightning.

Eight wrists only felt a numb arm, took a few steps back, Heng Jing did not underestimate the opponent, under a point, the offensive was stagnant for a moment, and then quickly reorganized, like a meteor-like palm like a storm of heavy cover and killing,

Heng Jing never wanted to give the eight wrists any respite, he had deeply realized that kindness to the enemy is cruelty to himself, and to treat the enemy is as ruthless as winter ice and snow.

Eight Wrists is not worried about his danger at all, he always thinks that if his skills are not as good as people, he should die, this is not a big deal, he has a strong interest in Hengjing, because so far, he has not seen any expression on Hengjing's face,

Even after the eight-wristed counterattack was amazing, in the face of the surging attack, Heng Jing was still not afraid, but more calmly swayed his palm, as elegant as a flower, full of palm, which made people intoxicated,

Although the eight-wristed heart was not frightened, but it was impossible to express it in words, he finally found that the reason why Heng Jing's palm technique and his gun did not fall behind was not because it was fast, nor because it was fierce, but because he controlled his gun.

Heng Jing is always able to squeeze into the gap of his own gun momentum when there is no time to delay, making his original offensive like a cloud of water become intermittent.

This is like a person eating, hungry, eating well, but when he encounters a mischievous fly, he is always flying around and screaming, causing people to be upset and irritable, the mood of the eight wrists at the moment is like this, a depressed feeling can not be vented, extremely uncomfortable, can not be expressed,

At this moment, Hengjing's little Buddha palm found the center of the eight-wristed gun in a 1 in 10,000 chance, and the two were misplaced with each other.

This seems to be a very normal thing, and in the fight with martial arts, flexible pace is also an important component.

In the frequent movement of pace, the exchange of positions is also common, but the eight wrists feel a little surprised, not for anything else, just because Hengjing's displacement is not purely natural, but seems to be deliberate.

It is difficult to distinguish between intentional and unintentional, this is more just a feeling, a judgment, maybe what Hengjing wants is to let the eight wrists judge the authenticity of this feeling, only in this way, he will be slightly divided,

At the moment when the two of them were out of shape, the palm wind had enveloped the entire body of the eight wrists.

The eight wrists did not look flustered, but the eight wrists bent their fingers and flicked their fingers, facing the origin of the palm wind, the finger power of the eight wrists was indeed amazing, not only broke the deadly palm wind, but at the same time the body took advantage of the momentum to go faster,

"Huh ......" Hengjing will never let the eight wrists escape, his palm is not hit, his body rotates, and the little Buddha palm turns into thousands of palm shadows, tightly locking the figure of the eight wrists,

Hengjing's series of attacks, as smooth as flowing water, every action is full of explosive force, showing a very high level, if there is an audience here, the heart will be shaken, but the eight wrists are not weak, although they are at a disadvantage, but when it comes to victory or defeat, I'm afraid it's still early,

After the eight wrists retreated, the "stabbing and stabbing ......" three gunshots roared, and three qi walls were distributed behind him, relieving the opponent's aggressive tidal pressure, and then he turned around and slashed out a shot with all his might,

The gun is like a sword stabbing at it, which is indeed against the common sense of martial arts, but it is displayed by the eight wrists, not only with the dexterity of the sword, but also with the calm and powerful of the gun, and the pride of the eight directions.

Heng Jing's eyes showed surprise for the first time, and he had to be frightened by the unique marksmanship of the eight wrists,

In one move, there is offense and defense, which is already a rare thing, and it is even more incredible to use a spear to change to a sword stab.

Heng Jing almost clearly felt the irreversible domineering momentum in this gun, and the palm gun was finally hitting one place,

"Boom ......" strong energy collided and blended, forming a huge whirlpool, spreading in all directions, the two figures were suddenly combined and separated, the wrists vibrate, and there was a cold mangs within a few zhang.

The eight-wristed gun is fast, and as the saying goes, if you want to be fast, you can't reach it.

But this is not the case at all when it is used on the eight-wristed gun, once his gun is offensive, it is like a storm, and it comes from all directions to cover and kill quietly.

"Hiss......" Hengjing's palm momentum paused, his strength exploded, and he was quick to control the fast, in the face of the eight-wristed attack bursting out like a torrent, he did not choose to retreat, nor did he defend with all his strength, but chose to go-for-tat.

The reason why Heng Jing chose to go toe-for-tat is because of his confidence in the little Buddha palm, but also because of his affirmation of his own strength, in order to overcome every obstacle in front of him.

"Ding Ding Ding ......" Eight Wrists really appreciated the strength of Heng Jing's palm skills, although every time he was able to block Heng Jing's palm at a very fast speed, but his qi and blood were surging because of each block, and he felt an invisible pressure slowly surrounding him, controlling his range of action,

The brows of the eight wrists furrowed slightly, and a dull feeling poured out of his heart involuntarily, because he couldn't find some rules in the Hengjing palm technique.

Every time Heng Jing palms out, there is a certain degree of randomness and unpredictability, it seems to be arbitrary, as if it is whimsical, without a trace, but his palm wind will always appear in the most threatening angle, giving people the strongest shock, which makes each of his palms with super aggressiveness, and more magic to turn decay into magic,

"Take my palm and try it," although Hengjing had the upper hand, it was not easy to lay a victory in an instant, and it was a light smack, and the palm wind changed, like a spiritual snake rising in the rain and mud, marking out, and twisting and changing into a strange phantom mark in front of the eight wrists,

The eight wrists were suddenly startled, and it took several shots in a row to block Heng Jing's mysterious and subtle blow, and at the same time, the whole person took three steps back,

"Snort......" The constant palm wind sent, and a buzzing sound was sent, sending down along the body of the eight-wristed gun, wanting to shock to the wrist holding the gun.

Eight wrists were shocked in his heart, he was faced with two choices, one was to abandon the gun, which was equivalent to defeat, although this way was embarrassing, but it was a way to survive,

The other is to take risks again and use your internal force to bounce off the palm wind.

This method not only requires self-confidence, but also courage, after all, not everyone is very proficient in the kung fu of attacking people with palm wind, and the opponent is still a master of palm wind.

For the eight wrists, in fact, the answer is already in his heart, he has only one choice, that is, to take a risk.

Because fame and honor are far more important than his own life, he is constantly advancing, retreating, advancing and retreating, all at the same time in a very short period of time.

When Hengjing's palm wind flashed like lightning, the eight wrists only felt a great power coming from the palm, as if the current crossed the arm numb, but his heart was not frightened, but the whole body strength was gathered on the other palm, the eight wrists pushed out with a palm, and the Hengjing palm wind was hard to collide,

Two palms and a pair, the palm wind was raging, the air flow was surging, spreading to the surroundings, and the two of them were shocked three feet at the same time.

The eight wrists tightly locked Heng Jing with their sharp gaze, insight, and vigilance Heng Jing's shot,

Eight Wrists suddenly smiled at this moment, and suddenly threw away the spear in his hand and said, "The warm-up has passed, let's move the real thing now,"