Hearing what the square-faced man said, Song Xin, Zhang Xiuyang and others were stunned, "Giving up? Isn't this too crazy?"

But what happened next made everyone feel that this person was not bluffing.

I saw the square-faced man rushing towards Yang Di again, punching Yang Di in the face.

Yang Di reached out to catch it, but the punch was terribly heavy. He felt all the bones in his body tremble, his face turned pale, he was surprised and frightened, and he almost couldn't stand still.

He was about to retreat and dodge, but the opponent refused to give up. Yang Di saw a shadow of fists suddenly unfolding in front of him, like a peacock spreading its tail. He gritted his teeth and resisted with all his strength. Danger was everywhere, but he only felt that the opponent's fists were getting stronger and stronger.

Heavy.

Zhang Xiuyang frowned and whispered: "There is something wrong with this person."

Song Xin also nodded, "Let's see and then talk."

Just as they were talking, the square-faced man suddenly changed his fist into a palm, shook Yang Di's arm away with a bang, and then suddenly punched Yang Di on the sternum.

This blow was so heavy that Yang Tian felt a turbulence in his chest, as if his internal organs were doing somersaults in his body. Then he spit out a mouthful of blood. The man with the square face did not pursue the pursuit again, but took a few steps back and stood in front of the order.

In front of Hu Hua.

Zhang Xiuyang quietly said to Song Xin: "I will give him a try when I find an opportunity later."

At this time, Linghuhua’s loud laughter came:

"Hahaha, Brother Sheep, what do you think? You are defeated. Kneel down and kowtow to me."

Yang Di's face was pale, and he was holding his chest, feeling ashamed and angry, but he could not speak because of the tightness in his chest. At this time, someone slapped him from behind, and a strong force was transmitted into his body, and his tumbling internal organs calmed down instantly.

.He turned around and saw that it was Song Xin’s friend.

"What, you saw that the master was injured, do you want to show off?" When the square-faced man saw Zhang Xiuyang coming out, he thought he was Yang Di's retainer, so he sneered.

"Yes, didn't you just want to come out and compete?" Linghuhua said very confidently: "If you are not convinced, I can give you another chance."

Zhang Xiuyang looked at his face and smiled slightly: "This is what you said, don't be afraid of pain later."

The square-faced man thought he was a fierce general, so he nodded, "Come out if you have the guts, and you won't be able to hit me with harsh words."

"Okay." Zhang Xiuyang asked Yang Xi to step back and rest, and stood in front of the square-faced man.

The two looked at each other, and the square-faced man suddenly punched him without even saluting. Zhang Xiuyang raised his palm and patted his fist away. But this time, Zhang Xiuyang felt that his bones were shaking.

He was slightly numb from the shock, and he was shocked. This man was indeed a mortal, but why was his punch so powerful!?

Before he could think about it, the square-faced man punched him again. This time Zhang Xiuyang turned aside, slapped his arm on the square-faced man's fist, and buckled his wrist in an instant, and then swept his feet.

The square-faced man was kicked with a "pop" sound.

Zhang Xiuyang did not deliberately hold back his strength with this kick. An ordinary person's thigh bone would have been shattered by the kick. However, what surprised him was that the man just knelt down in pain, and then Zhang Xiuyang

Xiu Yang suddenly punched him on the chin.

The square-faced man rolled back and lay on his back on the ground. When Yang Di saw that his friend Song Xin was so skilled, his original contempt disappeared and he began to want to make friends.

However, the square-faced man stood up again.

He raised his hand and touched his chin, spitting out a mouthful of bloody spit. He twisted his neck as if nothing had happened and said, "I have some strength."

Everyone was surprised to see Zhang Xiuyang easily repelling the square-faced man. Linghu

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Hua's face no longer looked down on him, and he stared at the fight between the two with raised eyebrows.

At this time, not only Song Xin, but also Xiaoyu, Huangpi, Bangu and Song Yu were stunned. Zhang Xiuyang's body training skills were pretty good, and they could all imagine how heavy his fists were.

Even if he holds back his spiritual power, this punch is not something that an ordinary person can withstand. What is going on with this square-faced man?

Zhong Yu, Linghu Hua and others did not know how heavy the fists and kicks of the two men were, but they were shocked to hear the collision sound that made their hearts tremble.

Only then did Yang Di realize that the opponent had held back his strength just now. If he attacked with all his strength, he would probably break a few of his bones. But when he turned to look at Song Xin, he saw that there was no trace of surprise on his face.

"Come again!" The square-faced man rushed towards Zhang Xiuyang again, and at the same time, a fist shadow suddenly spread out, which was a move that caused Yang Di to suffer a big loss.

Zhang Xiuyang sneered. His body was dancing in the shadow of the fist, as fast as a phantom.

Everyone was stunned.

Zhang Xiuyang came out of the shadow of the fist and instantly went around to the right side of the man. Then he turned around and struck with an elbow. With a dull sound, he hit the square-faced man on the back of the head. The man suddenly felt pain and staggered forward a few steps with a thud.

Lying on the ground.

Everyone present was shocked by the dull elbow and their hearts sank. On Linghu Hua's side, many people even began to worry whether this man would die.

A deafening cheer broke out from Yang Di's side, but the shout lasted for less than two seconds. He opened his mouth and stared, but no sound came out. The man actually covered the back of his head.

, struggled to stand up again, still looking annoyed.

Zhang Xiuyang frowned tightly. This man was really weird. I wanted to knock him out with a blow to the back of the head, but this man was still able to stand up.

The square-faced man stood up, rubbed the back of his head, turned around, stared at Zhang Xiuyang, and laughed, "It hurts a little, but I'm very strong."

After he finished speaking, he took a deep breath. As he breathed, his arms swelled, filling up the sleeves of his burlap clothes. Suddenly, his figure flashed, bouncing up like a spring, a mountain pressing down on him, heading towards

Zhang Xiuyang was hit on the head.

Zhang Xiuyang's eyes condensed, and the shadow of a pair of fists in his pupils suddenly enlarged. He quickly raised his hand to block, "Bang!" The man punched him on the arm.

"So heavy!" Zhang Xiuyang was surprised. The strength of this man's fist was actually several times heavier. A heavy force swept through his body like a furious wave, and his own bones felt like they were about to crack.

"No, he is not a mortal! Otherwise, his own bones would have been broken before he even hurt me."

Zhang Xiuyang immediately realized that such a heavy force was definitely not something a mortal could punch. Without body tempering, it would be impossible for a mortal's bones to withstand the shock force of this punch.

While his mind was thinking quickly, the opponent's fists were already coming like a storm. Zhang Xiuyang resisted and counterattacked a few times, but every time the counterattack hit the opponent, the opponent's strength would increase again. His own

The heavier the counterattack, the greater the opponent's strength.

"Song Xin, the power that Zhang Xiuyang penetrated into his body seems to be stored in his body and bounced out!" Xiaoyu seemed to have seen the clue and reminded him.

"What?"

"Look at his arms!"

Song Xin took a closer look and saw that when the square-faced man hit Zhang Xiuyang, his body also suffered a counter-shock force. And the man's muscles were like sponges absorbing water, absorbing the force. Now his arms are thicker.

A few points.

"Ha!" The square-faced man punched him suddenly, like a spring tightening

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Suddenly letting go, the speed and strength increased several times in an instant, and the high-speed fist wind lifted all the sand and gravel on the ground into the air.

Zhang Xiuyang saw the opponent coming fiercely and wanted to catch the opponent's fist forcefully, but suddenly a voice came from his head.

"Don't take his fist hard, he can absorb your power."

Zhang Xiuyang was shocked, never expecting that the opponent had such ability. He immediately changed his tactics and began to use flexible footwork to dodge.

The footwork of the Five Dou Rice Cult is not inferior to that of the Tiangang Step. Zhang Xiuyang has already mastered it by heart, and can almost make every step unexpectedly. He can always use the footwork to dodge cleverly at the moment when the opponent's fist is about to hit him.

Kai, no one had ever seen such wonderful footwork. In their eyes, Zhang Xiuyang was like a butterfly flying lightly among the flowers.

No matter how the square-faced man attacked, he couldn't touch a piece of Zhang Xiuyang's sleeve. The young men watching on both sides were dazzled by the sight, and they couldn't even blink.

"Xiu Yang's talent is really amazing. It's only been so long since we last met, and he has learned such amazing footwork." Song Xin secretly admired him.

The square-faced man had a gloomy expression and punched Zhang Xiuyang frequently. Each punch was made with full strength, but the punches were in the air, as if they were punching the air. There were bursts of explosions, full of momentum, but

Unable to meet his opponent, he suddenly became anxious.

"Boy, do you know how to hide!?"

"Yes! Coward!"

When the people on Linghuhua's side saw that Zhang Xiuyang was hiding but not attacking, and heard the man cursing, they felt very anxious and angry, and they also began to sarcastically try to provoke the general.

The people on Yang's side didn't show any weakness, "Who said fighting has to be head-on? If you have the ability, Brother Zhang can't beat you!"

"Everyone!" The square-faced man finally became angry, and his men became more and more confused and began to fight randomly.

At this time, Song Xin noticed that every time the square-faced man attacked, his Jianjing point would suddenly swell. He immediately sent a message, "Xiu Yang, seal his Jianjing point."

Zhang Xiuyang nodded slightly, and turned around to avoid his fierce punch. The moment it passed over the square-faced man's head, his fingers slapped twice on his shoulder, and the secret force was like a hair-thin needle.

Entering the opponent's shoulder well is like building a dam in the water channel.

After an inaudible muffled sound, the square-faced man only felt a slight pain in his shoulders. When he wanted to punch, he suddenly felt that his arms could not use the strength and his body was numb.

Seeing that the square-faced man's originally thick arms were like deflated rubber balls, everyone let out a burst of exclamations. But at this time, the square-faced man only felt that the power in his body was like a flood, being blocked by the two dams on the shoulder well.

It's blocked to death.

Song Xin smiled secretly and figured out the reason.

The body of this square-faced man must have been modified by something, and he can actually absorb the opponent's power and store it in his body. The more you hit him, the harder he will be. Not only will he not be hurt, but he will also become stronger. He is not afraid of head-on confrontation, and he will

Afraid of not being able to hit.

"His body is like a battery, able to accumulate power. It increases his attack, defense, and speed dozens of times. But as long as the Jianjing point is sealed, all of his abilities will be ineffective!"

The square-faced man took a few steps back, and then his body began to swell. In just a few breaths, his body, legs, and even his head more than doubled in size, and his two thin arms were weak.

Shaking, looking both pitiful and funny.

"Bang!" There was a dull sound. The square-faced man's shoulder joint could not bear the pressure in his body and suddenly exploded. Two lines of blood spurted out more than four feet high, and then his body flew half way up like a deflated rubber ball.

ruler, and then fell heavily to the ground.

This time he couldn't get up.
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