() The two of them exchanged nearly twenty moves in a row, changing many moves and using various hidden power techniques. The fight was inseparable.
Most of the people watching were also at the level of An Jin. At this time, they saw Fang Ping and Fang Ziliu's bodies constantly intertwined, their hands flying, their energy hesitating and changing, and the expressions on their faces couldn't help but change.
Focus on it. The peak showdown between two masters of dark power is also good for their cultivation.
"The kung fu of these two people is really amazing. I can't believe that after An Jin reaches Dacheng, there will be so many changes." A young man who has just stepped into An Jin's small accomplishment said with emotion.
"Don't look at their punches and kicks. They seem to be very exciting. If you accidentally get hit, I'm afraid your brain will be blown away and you will pee." Another young man took this opportunity to remind his younger brother not to
Feisty and competitive.
The few people who have cultivated to the point of turning their strength, seeing this battle between dragons and tigers, can't help but gradually focus on the field.
After twenty moves, Fang Ziliu saw that it was still difficult to defeat Fang Ping. He took a deep breath. The inner breath surged in his body, and an extremely strong aura emanated from him. He raised his palms in front of him,
Both arms trembled like waves.
"Brother, be careful of his overlapping waves!" Fang Feier shouted from the side. She had just been defeated by Fang Ziliu's overlapping waves.
Fang Ping knew that Fang Ziliu had stopped breathing, activated his inner breath with all his strength, and used his inner breath to forcefully support the operation of his body's functions. Within a few moves, he would have a showdown with him. He did not dare to be careless, and moved his hands forward.
He stretched out his back and swam quickly in the air. His whole body immediately became extremely soft, like a snake lurking in the grass. This is the strongest defensive posture in Xin Yi's palm, the Spiritual Snake Crouching on the Grass posture.
An Jin is a force that combines hardness and softness, and the softness of it is the most difficult to practice. When the softness is practiced to the extreme, it turns into hardness and becomes extremely strong and violent. That is the transformation of Jin. The so-called softness of Jin
This is the truth behind the end and the beginning of energy transformation.
Fang Ping's spirit snake lying on the grass is to bring out all the softness in the body, so that the whole body turns into a soft long snake, swimming endlessly, with many changes, it can pull the grass, or it can
Breaking the waves was hard to guard against. He didn't know if he had practiced this move to the point where his whole body was soft. The situation was critical at this time, and he couldn't think too much, so he used it.
"Hoo", Fang Ziliu swung his palm violently, and his sleeves slapped the air, making a crackling sound.
As soon as Fang Ping's moving palms touched Fang Ziliu's, he felt layers of strength pouring from his palms. These layers of strength were intertwined to form a force.
A force like a wave struck out, squeezing the air around his palm and scattering it in all directions, forming a fierce wind that caused pain on his face.
Fang Ping circled his palm and used force against Fang Ziliu's palm, just like a snake plucking grass, pushing away the force in his palm.
The muscles on the pad of Fang Ziliu's thumb beat violently several times. Fang Ping sensed the direction of his strength and rubbed his palm against it, directing Fang Ziliu's strength to one side.
The palms of the two touched each other, and they exerted force against each other's hands, forming a situation similar to pushing hands. Fang Ziliu kept trying to knock Fang Ping away with the wave force, while Fang Ping's body bones were extremely soft and attached to Fang Ziliu's hand.
The palm of his hand always deflected his energy.
There was no longer a strong whistling sound in the air. The hands of the two people were pushing back and forth without making any sound. It looked a bit like playing house. But everyone around them understood that as long as one person was defeated and injured by An Jin,
Yeah, that's a serious injury involving broken muscles and even damaged internal organs. A master of Anjin can hit it with all his strength, even a five-inch-thick stone slab can be smashed into pieces, let alone a body of flesh and blood.
After three moves, Fang Ziliu let out a low cry, and moved his palm as if grinding ink. A swirling spiral dark energy came out from his palm and struck Fang Ping's palm.
Fang Ping slipped his palm, trying to divert Fang Ziliu's strength away, but found that his palm suddenly fell into a whirlpool and stopped there. With such a pause in his palm, he lost all control over Fang Ziliu's strength.
grasp.
Fang Ping was shocked, this was Spiral Jin! Spiral Jin was extremely difficult to practice. Although Fang Ping judged the direction of Fang Ziliu's strength, he didn't sense that he actually added Spiral Jin to Dialang Jin.
Just when Fang Ping pressed his palm, the muscles in Fang Ziliu's hand suddenly tightened, and strips of fascia appeared on his arm like dead vines wrapped around a tree. As he pressed his palm, an overwhelming wave of
Power surged into Fang Ping's palm.
Fang Ping could no longer divert his energy away, so he also took a deep breath, held his breath, and the inner breath surged in his Dantian. He used the inner breath to directly activate his body, and pushed out with both palms.
"Bang", a dull impact sounded, and Fang Ping swayed heavily, standing still without wavering.
The palms of the two people were still facing each other, and streams of rushing air escaped from between their fingers. This was the result of the pores being difficult to close and part of the inner breath leaking out of the body.
A smile appeared on Fang Ziliu's face. The two of them were now locked in a duel of strength. His overlapping waves of energy struck repeatedly and continuously, making it difficult for Fang Ping to resist.
"Then Fang Ping is going to lose. The power of Lang Chao is astonishing, and the victory of Xinyi Palm lies in the skill of the moves and the variety of power. In a head-to-head fight, how can Fang Ping be his opponent?" A master of Hua Jin turned his head.
, no longer paying attention to the scene inside the venue.
Sure enough, after Fang Ping's body shook for the third time, he could no longer withstand it. He only felt a sudden numbness in his arms, and immediately his body felt as if he had been hit by a huge wave. Qi and blood flew around his body, and a fishy-sweet feeling surged up.
He moved toward his throat and stepped back four or five steps with his feet.
Fang Ziliu took advantage of the situation and moved up, using his palms to create a fierce wind, hitting Fang Ping's chest.
"Brother!" Fang Feier shouted, but her body was still limp and powerless, so she could only watch helplessly.
"Wow", Fang Ping was so anxious that he spurted out a mouthful of hot blood on Fang Ziliu's face. While he was vomiting blood, two arrow-like turbid air came out of Fang Ping's nostrils.
Fang Ziliu was startled when blood sprayed on his face, and his figure involuntarily slowed down.
Fang Ping took a deep breath and sank into his dantian, regrouping the inner energy that had just been shaken away.
At this time, Fang Ziliu's palms had already hit his chest. Fang Ping's chest shrunk, his back arched, and he grabbed Fang Ziliu's arms with both hands. Immediately, he flipped over with a strange python move, and his body suddenly became extremely soft, and he grabbed it with both hands.
Holding Fang Ziliu's arm, he turned his body in the air, tightened his waist, shrank his legs, and shifted his entire body's center of gravity to Fang Ziliu's hand.
Fang Ziliu felt his hands sink, and he lost all sense of Fang Ping's strength. At this moment, Fang Ping's limp body suddenly tensed, and an explosive force suddenly burst out. He shook his waist
Shu, his legs suddenly straightened, and the whole body was full of strength. He kicked Fang Ziliu hard on the chest, sending him flying more than three feet, hitting the courtyard wall and falling down.
This is the strongest offensive move in Xinyi**'s palm, the old rabbit kicks the eagle. After his strength was shaken away and he was beaten to the point of vomiting blood, Fang Ping suddenly realized the strongest defensive move in Xinyi**'s palm, the strange python turns over.
A wonderful relationship with the most powerful attack style, the old rabbit kicking the eagle.
These two moves were originally unrelated, but when they were connected together, one soft and one hard, they exploded with the most powerful power. This transformation between soft and hard also allowed Fang Ping to understand a little bit of the mystery of transforming strength.
.Although he has not yet cultivated the mental method of transforming energy, Fang Ping has been vaguely aware that the transformation of transforming energy should be the ultimate transformation between hardness and softness.
After Fang Ziliu was kicked away, several ribs were broken in his chest, which collapsed into a large crater. His eyes were closed, his mouth and nose were bleeding, and he lay on the ground motionless.
"Unexpectedly, this Fang Ping actually won!"
"The move he made when he vomited blood just now was truly amazing. It was a magical way to survive in a desperate situation!"
"Under that situation, he was able to remain calm in the face of danger and vomit blood to buy himself time to recover. This person's state of mind is really terrifyingly calm."
"If it were me, I would have been in despair!"
"I heard that Brother Tianlu was also injured by this man's counterattack. It would be better not to provoke him in the future. This man's actual combat ability is too strong!"
A sound of exclamation sounded around.
"Brother, good fight! This bastard who talks nonsense should be beaten to death!" Fang Feier's face showed a look of relief, and she walked up and kicked Fang Ziliu, who was already unconscious.
Fang Ping curled his lips, and a smile with a bit of bitterness appeared on his face. He was meticulous and considerate everything. This time he seriously injured Fang Ziliu.
The trouble may not be solved so easily.
"The only solution for now is to take it one step at a time. It's useless to think about it any more." Fang Ping thought in his heart, grabbed Fang Feier who was still about to kick her a few times, and returned to the yard where Fang Tieshan lived with her.