As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Zhi'er jumped and rushed to Cao Wei's side in an instant.

The two fists attacked in a series of ways, and followed Cao Wei's midline and cut his chest, abdomen and throat. The momentum was strong and powerful, and it was coming in a fierce manner. It was clearly necessary to smash Cao Wei's middle door in one fell swoop and then hit the vital points of the heart and lungs and throat.

Cao Wei saw through his intentions and wanted to capture his wrists, arms and elbows with his backhand in order to cut off his offensive path and then transfer the rhythm to his own side.

But Yang Zhi'er is also a good martial arts player.

He saw Cao Wei's strategy to face the enemy. He had no idea of ​​changing his path at all, but made his hands move more rapidly.

As soon as Cao Wei grabbed his palm, he immediately turned a backward button. With his hands intertwined, he directly formed a way to clamp the other party. In this way, it became a fight between each other.

In this regard, Yang Zhie, who claimed to be an immortal body of Rakshasa, was obviously better. He suddenly roared lowly, turned around and pulled Cao Wei upside down and raised him over his head. Before Cao Wei could react in time, he immediately turned his hand and threw Cao Wei towards the ground like he was hitting a stone tablet.

This is a common method in wrestling, especially when there is absolute suppression of power.

With every move, as long as the fall is solid, not to mention how many bones in a person's body are broken, at least it can cause internal injuries.

Cao Wei knew the danger. He quickly hit the ground in the form of an iron-banqiao. As soon as he supported his feet, he didn't say anything, with a single leg and an inverted gold hook. While kicking Yang Zhi'er's forehead with one kick, he took advantage of the opportunity that Yang Zhi'er could not stop swaying. As soon as he stretched out his tiger claws, he directly greeted his opponent's vital point.

Attack the key points. Since it is said that it is the key points, it is naturally not the key points of the key points.

This is a life and death decision, not a performance on stage. No one can say that there is anything wrong with his move.

Only Yang Zhi'er. After being successful with one move, his face suddenly changed and swept across his legs with a whip, and then he couldn't help but growl and angrily.

"mean!"

His hands were intertwined to block the angry attack, and then the pushing force opened the distance again. Cao Wei did not feel ashamed, but rather proud, and he sneered directly.

"Despicable? What's the despicable thing about fighting life and death? I think your Qi family's fist is not bad. Why? The master who taught you kung fu back then never told you that no matter what trick it is, as long as you can win, is it a good trick?"

"But then again, the move just now didn't hit you so hard that you cried and called me. And it seemed that something was wrong with the touch. Why, your so-called Rakshasa immortal body also has the effect of castration? Then you pay so much."

Tease, but it's hard to tease. Anyway, it's already an endless position. Cao Wei naturally teases as he can. He is not afraid of lighting up the gunpowder barrel on the opposite side.

And this is the pain of Yang Zhi'er's life as a man. He gave up too much for revenge, including this.

Normally, no one would have any trouble to explore this. He could pretend that everything was normal. But now that Cao Wei's dirty trick was exposed, the string in his mind suddenly broke completely due to humiliation.

"I want your life!"

With a roar on his mouth, even his fangs were released. Yang Zhi'er rushed forward and pushed his legs down like a battle axe. He called Cao Wei's forehead directly.

This was a hateful blow, and I was afraid that I could even use the energy to feed myself. Cao Wei naturally didn't want to take the lead. As soon as he pulled away, Yang Zhi'er's heavy kick had already fallen to the ground.

The domineering power directly shattered the rocks on the surface, and the fine stone chips flew around like arrows. The destructive power is really amazing, but nothing can be done if you can't hit people.

Yang Zhi'er could only pounce on him again, trying to force Cao Wei into a dead corner, without giving him any room to dodge. But Cao Wei did not intend to give him such an opportunity.

The force of the Azure Dragon is the most important body technique. The acquisition is the meaning of the dragon seeing its head but not its tail, the large ones travel around the universe, and the small ones hidden ones. To make this clear, as a boxing technique to fight in a battle formation, you need to ensure that you can be at ease in the weapons of the chaos, so that you will not be hit by any open and hidden arrows that suddenly come out.

His eyes, figure, and even the mysterious sixth sense and prediction of opponent's movements. These are the key points of Qinglong's body movements. Years of immersion have allowed him to pass by him at a tricky angle almost touching Yang Zhi'er's fingers. And more than that, Cao Wei shook his hand on Yang Zhi'er's face at the moment when he passed by.

This is not to give Yang Zhie a big blow. After all, such a short distance, let alone a fatal blow, it is probably not even a slap on the face. But the lack of power does not mean that such a small trick is useless. As a means of harassing and disgusting people, such small tricks are completely enough.

The flicked fingers slashed through Yang Zhi'er's eyelid. The nails almost stroked against his eyes as the fingers trembled.

The stinging moment hit, making Yang Zhie growl and curse more and more. But this was useless and it did not prevent Cao Wei from cracking his hand from behind. As the saying goes, if you scold you, if I hit me, no one will suffer any loss.

After being hit by this move, he had to use a move to turn around and squeeze Cao Wei away. Yang Zhi'er grabbed his head and shook his slightest, as if he wanted to shake the dizziness in his mind, and he suddenly remembered what happened back then.

It seemed like this back then. He was hiding in southern Yunnan with a group of servants and guards, practicing the Rakshasa magic technique to try to avenge him. However, he was wandered there and a Taoist priest riding a horse and holding a gun broke through the trail.

On a rainy night, the Taoist priest rode his horse and broke open the gate of the manor. He held a tiger-headed gizmo gun and entered and exited seven times among his servants and guards, and no one could stop him. Even though he relied on the benefits of bows and arrows and gave him a significant damage, he was still killed by the Taoist priest.

What is particularly hateful is that I wanted to subdue the Taoist priest and let him use it for his own use because of his superb martial arts. But I didn't expect that the Taoist priest named Lu Quanzhen was actually a very cunning evildoer. Not only did he pretend to hesitate in words, but he also deliberately got several arrows to show weakness in his body to dispel his doubts.

When he realized something was wrong, he had already shot the thunder and shot, and he had already pierced the immortal Rakshasa body that he was proud of. This shot caused his hard work for many years to be destroyed, and forced him to go far away and avoid the mountains and forests. At that time, he was tortured by gunshot wounds day and night, and every time he dreamed about it at midnight, he could remember the bloody blue-clothed Taoist sneer at him on a rainy night.

"Remember, the one who killed you was Lu Quanzhen, a Taoist priest from Beichen Temple in Henan. When you got underground, don't forget to report your grandfather's name!"

Thinking about it now, the guy in front of me was exactly the same as the stinky Taoist priest who had a bull-nosed nose back then. He had the same despicable means and the same sharp lips and tongue.

This made Yang Zhi'er feel in a daze, and it felt like he had returned to the rainy night four hundred years ago. Even the figure in front of him seemed to have become the proud blue Taoist priest who was four hundred years ago.

This made him feel hatred in his heart, and endless evil thoughts seemed to have exploded a dam and started to flow directly in his heart. This was reflected in the situation outside, under his sudden roar, his image changed again.

The sharp teeth in the mouth were raised straight up, especially the two canine teeth, which directly raised outwards into a curved barb. The tips of ten fingers also turned black. The three-inch-long nails appeared in one stroke. And against the backdrop of the fire in the cave, the metallic luster was directly exposed, which looked like a sharp razor.

This way, it is obvious that it is not easy to mess with.

Although I don’t know which nerve Yang Zhier had suddenly turned into this. But Cao Wei knew in his heart that his change was definitely not as simple as treating himself to have tea and dinner.

He retreated quickly, but Yang Zhi'er rushed forward with his hands and feet in a low growl.

The powerful body gave him unparalleled explosive power, which made him fly out almost three or four feet. No matter how fast Cao Wei retreated, he could not compare to such a sudden attack. He didn't want to make himself too passive, so he paused and instead stepped forward to meet him.

This is the character that a martial arts practitioner should have. The life-and-death battle can be extremely despicable, but the courage cannot become vulgar no matter what.

When we meet on a narrow road, only the brave can win. If we lose the courage to fight and only know the word "coward" is the first, then what else can we talk about if we cannot win? Just stick out your head and let someone chop it up.

Cao Wei would not make such a low-level mistake, so he didn't hesitate for a moment when he made such a decision. He bent his elbow and bowed his back, and then raised his fist and hit him. Under the momentum like a crossbow, his fist directly rubbed in the air with a whizzing sound like an arrow shot. And this was not stopped. When he heard it carefully, there was clearly a layer of dragon roaring and tiger roaring in the whizzing sound.

The dragon roar is the dragon subduing force, and the tiger roar is the white tiger fist.

Cao Wei could deeply feel that with another change of Yang Zhi'er, the evil spirit on his body also surged like a volcano erupting. The surging momentum almost gave him the illusion that the black clouds were pressing against the city and was about to destroy it. There was no doubt that this was the evil magic spell on his body.

The competition at this moment is no longer just a simple competition in boxing and martial arts. It is a direct confrontation between reality and mystery, and various dangerous tricks.

Cao Wei naturally used whatever means he had. With such means, the two of them became like Mars collided with the earth, which instantly brought a sensation to the cave.
Chapter completed!