Chapter 88: Aegis palm, blood like glow, spine like dragon!
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On the martial arts field.
Nie Niannian looked at Dipo, who was standing sixty meters away from the opposite side. This young foreign master looked very relaxed and casual. Standing there at this time, he looked like he was full of flaws, but with the mental power derived from him, he vaguely felt that every
Every flaw is a dead end.
not simple!
Some professors from the Nanjing Martial Arts Academy saw the clues, and the eight guest lecturers also raised their eyebrows. They had not seen this kind of charm in a young man for a long time. Generally speaking, it is difficult to have this kind of charm without long-term tempering and hard work.
With his casual temperament, it can be seen that this boy's cultivation level is probably not low, and I am afraid he will not be weaker than the previous young monk from Putuo Mountain. Since he dares to end up, he must be confident.
"God is so gracious, God loves the world," Dipo looked at Nie Niannian and said with a smile, "I am Dipo, a believer in God. Please enlighten me."
Damn it!
Nie Niannian curled his lips inwardly, but his eyes became more solemn. Under his mental perception, he could not find a definite flaw. This was unique among the masters of his generation who were currently fighting against him.
If there are no flaws, make them!
Immediately, the fighting spirit rose in Nie Niannian's eyes. He stepped hard on the ground and used 50% of his strength. There was a dull thud in the martial arts arena. He crossed sixty meters and appeared in front of Di Po.
A fist moved straight forward, without any fancy, but it almost split the air, making a sharp fist whistling sound.
The pinnacle of martial arts!
There are many master-level figures here, with blazing eyes. It can be seen at a glance that at this moment, Nie Niannian has reached the peak level of martial arts with extreme speed and strength. His fist power is nearly ten tons, and his speed exceeds the fifty meters per hour of ordinary martial artists.
Seconds, this punch may not be as powerful as the punch just now, but it is clean and can best force out the opponent's strength.
Everyone watched intently.
A snow-white palm was raised, seemingly slowly but actually quickly, and placed it in front of the fist.
boom!
When the fist was punched into the palm of his hand, the peduncle did not move at all, and his arm did not even tremble. On the other hand, Nie Niannian's fist was sore, and the palm of his hand was like an iron wall, unable to move even a single bit.
call!
Nie Niannian kept walking, making circles with his toes, and his body was like a top. He turned around and punched again. There was no gap between the two punches. This punch was more powerful and heavier than the previous one. This was a brand new eight-step collapse fist.
, once unfolded, it will continue continuously, like the water of the Yangtze River, until it completely overwhelms the opponent.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
In just three seconds, Nie Niannian actually fired dozens of punches. Each punch was stronger than the last, and the power of the punch became stronger. The boxing technique alone pushed the power of the punch to a level that was difficult for ordinary martial artists to achieve.
situation.
Is this the eight-step collapse fist?
The creator of the Eight-step Bengquan had a look of shock on his face. He was in heaven and earth. If this was the real Eight-step Bengquan, his Eight-step Bengquan could only be regarded as a prototype, and even the prototype was somewhat reluctant.
What a powerful punch!
Even the guest lecturers from the two major martial arts academies looked at him with suspicion. Their level was not low, and their eyesight was unmatched by ordinary professors. They could see that Nie Niannian's boxing skills were extraordinary and must have been taught by experts. They were no less than some martial arts in the country.
The inherited martial arts may not even be as good as the Vajra Arhat Boxing of Naputuo Temple.
This kind of punching power has exceeded fifteen tons, and a newly promoted great martial artist only has a strength of thirty tons. Generally speaking, the peak strength of a martial artist is only ten tons.
Stay still!
Although I really don’t want to imagine the meaning of these four words, many students, instructors, and professors of Nanjing Martial Arts Academy have to admit that Dipo, this handsome and tall blond young man on the martial arts field, has one hand across his body.
, like a divine shield, blocking all attacks and blocking all Nie Niannian's punches. The nearly fifteen tons of punch force fell on it, causing waves of air, but it could not make him take half a step back.
"Your boxing skills are okay, but you can't break my Aegis Palm."
Tipo opened his mouth with a smile on his face, but there was a sense of pride in his brows and eyes. The ancient knight fighting method was a gift from God. How could it be shaken by ordinary people?
"It's actually the Aegis Palm!"
A professor from the Nanjing Martial Arts Academy exclaimed that it was the knightly fighting method of the Holy See Crusaders, a legendary god-given martial arts that non-Crusader knights could not practice. How this exchange student from the Holy See Martial Arts Academy learned it is a mystery.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Nie Niannian ignored it and continued the eight-step collapse fist, which was almost airtight, like the surging tide, and seemed to have no end.
There was a strong wind blowing against his face even if he was tens of meters away. Zhou Cheng gritted his teeth. It was hard for him to believe that Nie Niannian had actually advanced to this point. He could not even take one of the continuous punches he was receiving right now. He would not die.
Also seriously injured.
"It's time to end."
Tipo chuckled lightly, his temperament was casual, and he was even more indifferent at this moment. The palm that blocked the path of the Jeet Fist shrank slightly, and then moved forward like lightning, and the air exploded.
It's now!
At this moment, Nie Niannian's eyes shone brightly. He turned around and relied on the eight-step Bengquan to increase his fist power to nearly twenty tons. It suddenly increased sharply. He was full of vitality and blood, and he was far beyond ordinary martial arts.
Jia's twenty-ton force was unreserved, and he punched forward again.
Wow!
It was as if one could hear the sound of surging waves, and the air was distorted by the hot fist wind. Punch and palm collided violently in almost a tenth of a second.
boom!
The waves of energy formed a ring, with the two people as the center, and spread towards the surroundings of the martial arts arena. This scene shocked many students. It looked like two young martial artists were fighting. Even some instructors felt their scalps go numb.
Ma, as a great martial artist, the power of this punch and palm is probably not much different from their attacks.
"A great martial artist is just that."
A guest lecturer lamented that with just the power of one punch and one palm, two young people were enough to occupy a place among the younger generation in the country.
hiss!
Many students from the two major martial arts schools couldn't help but take a breath. These two people were actually so strong. A wry smile appeared on Pufang's lips and he whispered the Buddha's name. He was crushed by this force in the first place.
There is no power to fight back, because he is no longer a martial artist who breaks the second limit, but... a great martial artist!
Yu Jiu concentrated his attention, and he was already sure that the third-year student from the Nanjing Martial Arts Academy who had exploded with boxing skills had not yet truly been promoted to a great martial artist. As for Na Dipo...
On the martial arts field at this moment, Ti Po was also a little uneasy, and actually blocked his Aegis Palm. However, he came to this country known as the descendant of the dragon just to fight with these young masters. The next National Martial Arts Martial Arts Conference
, is the main purpose of his trip. If he can't find it again, he will find ways to get in touch with the ancient martial arts heritage of this country.
When he thought of this, he looked at Nie Niannian again, showing a bit of impatience. No matter how stubborn he was, everything would be crushed in the face of absolute power.
"Aegis!"
He shouted coldly, and his hand glowed with a faint milky white light. This halo circulated like a ball of breath, sacred and graceful.
"No, it's internal force!"
"Really great martial artist, be careful!"
At the same time, many instructors and professors from the Nanjing Wushu Academy said anxiously that in addition to having a stronger physical body than martial artists, great martial artists also have internal strength derived from the outside in. Although the internal strength is not as good as that of the inner martial arts masters who are more condensed.
Zhenqi is domineering, but it also has great destructive power. If a duel under a great martial artist is more likely to break the muscles and bones, then at the level of a great martial artist, it is easier to suffer internal injuries and even death.
boom!
Dipo took a step forward and was approaching instantly, his platinum suit flying and his blond hair gorgeous. At this moment, he was like a divine envoy coming to the world, his palms wrapped in sacred inner energy, like a small sun, shooting towards Nie Niannian.
fall.
The air was blown away. At this moment, Nie Niannian felt that the air around him seemed to have solidified. That was mental power. This blond and blue-eyed exchange student's mental power was stronger than him, and it was even integrated into his palm skills.
Real palm power is accompanied by oppression from the spiritual level.
At this moment, Nie Niannian seemed to have returned to Ziqi Donglai's mansion. The moment he broke through the shackles, the solid air around him was the shackles that imprisoned him.
The spine was heated, and a hot air flow emerged from it.
ah!
Involuntarily, Nie Niannian let out a long roar like a dragon's roar, his eyes suddenly became sharp and even turned a faint bright yellow, and an unspeakable majesty overflowed from the inside out.
call!
His body moved, and his spine seemed to come alive, like a young dragon swinging. He raised his fist forward, and a faint blood like red glow appeared on the edge of his fist, and a magnificent fighting spirit spurted out.
.
This punch was not the Eight-Step Collapse Fist, it was just an instinctive move. The air burst, and the fist and palm collided again.
Boom!
Like a war drum beating, a wave of air spread out in all directions, forcing some students from both houses who had only broken the limit of the human body to retreat and almost be knocked to the ground.
A moment later, the two figures bounced thirty meters away and stood still.
Nie Niannian looked at his palms in disbelief, made a fist seal, and then released it.
Looking at the other side again, Dipo first looked at the inch-long wound on his palm with a stunned look. Crystal blood beads slid down his palm, and then he showed a look of ecstasy. He never thought that the National Martial Arts Martial Arts Conference would also be held.
Without even starting, he found the person he was looking for. According to the bishop's decree, exchange students like them were ordered to pay attention to the Easterners who could tear apart their bright inner energy with their pure blood.
Immediately, taking a deep breath, Dipo first used his mental power to activate the optical brain of his watch. Then he looked at Nie Niannian opposite, showing a solemn expression and said: "God's grace is mighty, God is eternal, congratulations to you, the Oriental One"
Nie, you are the one chosen by the Lord, and the Holy See of the Vatican will open its doors to you." (Genuine subscription is the greatest support for Ten Steps! Please vote for me, please vote for recommendations.)