Chapter 155 - [Fighting the God of Boxing]

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In order to prevent the battle from affecting his subordinates, Yun Chengfeng jumped and looked at a mountain beam in the distance.

"What a handsome figure, but boy, you can't escape. Let's accompany Lao Tzu for 300 rounds of battles first!" The boxing god is not good at light, but he has his own way of catching up, but when he fell to the ground suddenly, he bent his knees on the ground and flicked it, and then pierced out like a cannonball.

When it fell, it was the same action, and the ground that he had trampled on rumbled and trembled, the earth cracked, and the grass and trees shattered.

The speed of Yun Chengfeng's body method, even if he does not use the ability to teleport, is already the pinnacle of the wind and cloud world. The boxing god is no exception, he can't catch up, but he bites the opponent's trail tightly.

He Zhang wanted to lead someone to chase after the king, but in a trance, he had lost the two of them.

He knew that there were still Japanese people in the forest, and the task of this trip could not be failed, so he ordered some soldiers to continue to surround and kill the Japanese people, and immediately led another team to chase forward.

A mountain beam runs across the earth, the mountain beam rises abruptly, and the red soil is exposed on the surface, which looks desolate and dead. From afar, it looked like a blood-colored angry dragon lying on the ground. Next to the mountain beam, there is a small river, the river washes the red soil at the foot of the mountain, and brings the turbid red water downstream to flow.

This qiē looks like a hillside stained red with blood, and what flows in the river is not water, but like the blood flowing from the angry dragon of the mountain beam.

Yun Chengfeng stood on the mountain beam, coldly lifting the knife, as the true qi and electric energy burst out, the blood on the thunder tribulation flashed faintly, and the red soil on the earth was reflected together, and there was some illusion that they couldn't distinguish each other.

Boom!......

The mountain beam paved with red clay was smashed out of a big pit, and the sturdy body of the boxing god smashed on the mountain beam, and the dust was stirred by the energy brought by the fall, and it burst into flames.

He jumped up in anger and kicked the clogs off his feet.

A qiē is not conducive to the shackles of fighting, and the gods of boxing must get rid of it.

Because what he sees now is the most real Yun Chengfeng, and he must fight with all his might.

The mountain wind is howling, and the clouds are moving with their knives in the wind, and they are cut out with the sound of the wind.

"Boxing God, Gu Shicai deliberately left his hands and didn't make ruthless moves, just to see how many styles of boxing you have. Now that you have a clear understanding of it, let this river of red water be your grave temporarily. Those who invade my Huaxia will not die......"

"Haha, Lao Tzu knows that your strength is not limited to this! Come on, kill me, or I will kill you. Since Lao Tzu comprehended the authenticity of boxing, he has not met an opponent so far. You are the first master Lao Tzu met in the Central Plains, Lao Tzu not only wants to kill you, but also kill all the masters of the Central Plains, only Lao Tzu's fist is the pinnacle of martial arts. ”

The eyes of the boxing god bloomed, and seeing the opponent's sharp sword momentum was like seeing gold and silver jewelry. In the face of the fierce attack of Lei Mang, he didn't dodge or dodge, and still punched out.

But seeing the fist coming, Yun Chengfeng returned to the knife and changed his moves, not releasing Lei Mang.

His thunder has reached the point where he can't condense it, and he can split it out and take it back. Just like when practicing the sword technique in the Sanqing Palace, Lei Mang is there, if he doesn't want to split the tables and chairs, he can freeze Lei Mang at a critical time.

The boxing god was shocked by this kind of strength, it was not easy to practice the sword qi thunder mang to this point. He couldn't help but secretly praise, and his fists overlapped heavily, causing the "Shattered Thunder Fist" to burst out.

This is the fist he comprehended after fighting the heavenly thunder, the condensation of the fist can disperse the heavenly thunder, and the condensation of the strength is no less than the cloud riding the wind.

The clouds slashed with the wind, the lightning twisted, the thunder spun and rushed into the sky, and the intersecting and biting rushed out.

The two forces collided, and for the first time, the opponent's fist strength did not shatter his electric energy.

"Okay, it's getting more and more flavorful! boy, take two more punches from the old man. ”

The boxing god is more powerful, and Yun Chengfeng knows that in order to defeat this person, he needs to overcome rigidity with softness. Ben Lei moved his legs under his feet, and he didn't catch his punches. If you can avoid it, you must avoid it, but if you can't do it, you will wave the thunder to resist.

After fighting a few more moves, the boxing god punched wildly, but he finally couldn't touch half of the corner of his clothes, and his heart tightened: "No, this kid wants to consume Lao Tzu's true qi with his body method." ”

If the master fights, if one eliminates the other, then the true qi will not be able to continue, and he will definitely die.

"Good boy, since you are so cunning, don't blame Lao Tzu for being ruthless!"

With several countermoves, the boxing god already felt that Yun Chengfeng had not condensed the sword intent. Then he can release his fist intent and block the opponent's body.

The martial arts in the world all have "meaning", the sword has the sword intent, the knife has the sword intent, and the fist has the fist intent.

When practiced to a certain level, any martial arts can produce artistic conception.

In the past, Nameless could envelop the entire town with sword intent, and he used artistic conception to suppress his opponent.

Hearing this, Yun Chengfeng had already thought of the trick, but his sword intent could be generated in the muscles and veins of his body, and he could never let it go of himself, and he would inevitably suffer a loss in the confrontation in artistic conception.

Sure enough, I saw that the boxing god punched like the wind, although it was no longer as sharp as before. But every time a punch is delivered, there is a fluctuation of punch intent.

The nameless sword intent is incomparably sharp, and it can tremble.

The fist intent of the boxing god is like a steel shackle, once it is shrouded, it is like being in a mudflat, weighing down the chest and lungs, and the hands and feet are stiff.

The boxing god punched continuously, and Yun rode the wind to swim out the knife. Lei Mang was more condensed, and he slashed down continuously, and several Lei Mang appeared around the enemy at the same time, but in the end, he couldn't hurt the opponent at all.

The boxing god tightened his lips, and the punch was more rapid, and the heavy fist intent spread.

Three, ten, and twenty zhang......

In an instant, Yun Chengfeng was shrouded in fist intent, and all his body and knife skills slowed down.

Slowness is the fatal weakness.

The boxing god's glittering eyes suddenly retracted, and a punch was punched.

Yun Chengfeng dragged the knife on the shelf, angrily slashed, Lei Mang had not yet run out of the blade, and was suddenly crushed and crushed, and with a heavy punch, he hit the thunder. The fist is strong and fierce, crushing the thunder tribulation.

There were several buzzing sounds, and the thunder robbery couldn't hold it, so he flew away and fell far away.

"Boy, now you don't have a knife in your hand, look at how you catch Lao Tzu's iron fist!"

Under the cover of another fist, Yun Chengfeng had to hold his palms against each other.

The fists and palms intersected, and the shock made his arms sore, fortunately with the blessing of the power of the Qilin Demon Body, otherwise this punch would make his whole body fall apart.

Yun Chengfeng coldly spit out a few words: "If you want to kill me, it's impossible!"

The god of boxing has also been aroused to have a stronger fighting spirit, and those who can fight against him are already dead. Only Yun Chengfeng is still alive, and he will never allow this kind of thing to continue.

Boom, boom, boom......

Carrying an angry and arrogant fist, a fist full of confidence, one by one.

Because of the fist intent, Yun Chengfeng's body was suppressed, and he could no longer dodge and dodge, and in an instant, he condensed his lightning palm to resist, and when he raised his hand, the electric ball in his palm exploded, and the move was opposite.

However, the iron fist of the boxing god can already shatter the heavenly thunder, or all the illusory things in the world can be shattered, how can Yun Chengfeng match it? After fighting a few more moves, the boxing god became more and more fierce, but Yun Chengfeng had to gradually retreat.

He has been waiting for an opportunity, waiting for a gap in the fist strength of the boxing god.

For this reason, with the strength of the Qilin Demon Body, he desperately resisted the fierce punches, but only he knew the hardship, and every pair of punches almost shook his whole body.

Finally, Yun Chengfeng grabbed the gap, closed his palms sharply, and stepped out.

The boxing god has never seen him kick, although he knows that the strength of Yun Chengfeng's feet is also powerful. The thunder legs came out, the wind thundered at dusk, and the electric potential was amazing.

Yun Chengfeng's left foot was in front, his right foot was slightly bent, and the "Electric Light Poisonous Dragon Drill" flew out.

With a kick to the sky, his whole person was like an angry thunderbolt, slashing towards the fist god. In an instant, the shadow of the leg came out from all directions, and he kicked thirteen kicks in a row.

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