Yang Jing's eyes flickered, and he reacted quickly in a matter of seconds. He should have solved Yi Tingxuan's attack direction and made a change to meet the enemy. But what he didn't expect was... at the same time that he changed his route, the opponent also
Made some changes and the result...
Bang!!
It was like an iron rod was punched straight into his abdomen. Yang Jing shook violently in mid-air, and hit the ground like a cannonball. The huge impact force made him tumble four or five times in a row before he finally stopped.
Yang Jing jumped up with all his strength and dodged like a carp. But just as he stood up, a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth. He staggered a few times and fell to his knees on the ground. His right hand tightly covered his lower abdomen, which was in unbearable pain.
He raised his head in shock.
"Gang leader?" Yi Tingxuan looked at the man who suddenly appeared in surprise. He was already prepared to be hurt, but...
Gang leader? Yang Jing grasped this word sensitively. Could it be...Chen Zun??!!
"How's the injury?" Chen Zun took a few steps forward and happened to stand next to the tungsten stick stuck on the ground.
"No bones were injured, it's not a big problem." Yi Tingxuan looked ecstatic, and quickly bandaged his thigh and tightened it tightly.
"Leave him to me, you go and have a rest first." Chen Zun pulled out the tungsten stick and threw it to Yi Tingxuan. This heavy weapon was too threatening and could not be left here.
Yi Tingxuan frowned slightly, did the gang leader personally take action? But Yang Jing should obviously be his opponent...
"What? Is there anything else?" Chen Zun said calmly.
"It's okay. Gang leader, be careful, he is very strong." Yi Tingxuan glanced at Yang Jing, who was pale, and after a brief reminder, he picked up the tungsten stick and cyan sword and left the battle circle, but he did not really go to rest.
He endured the pain in his left leg and entered the battle circle. He is known as the strongest king of the black dragon, and his strength is unquestionable. Even if his left leg is injured, the lethality it brings is still enough to affect the situation of this stalemate battle.
Seeing Yi Tingxuan leaving, Yang Jing couldn't help but frown, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and slowly stood up: "Are you Chen Zun?"
"Exactly, I want to invite you to Black Dragon as a guest. I wonder if I can give you a favor." Chen Zun's words were polite, but the slight twitching of his feet showed that he was ready to attack, and the fire in his deep eyes clearly conveyed it.
His fighting spirit.
Bah! Yang Jing spat out saliva mixed with blood, and slowly clenched his fists. The previous shock and solemnity were gradually replaced by the fighting spirit that emerged. His greatest advantage is that he never admits defeat and becomes stronger when he is strong. "Gang Leader Chen,
I also really want to invite you to Tianmen as a guest, I wonder if you can give me a favor?"
"My place is more spacious, you better...go to my place!!" Chen Zun's hazy face suddenly became cold and stern, his body swayed, and afterimages came in waves, 'floating' towards him in a snake-like trajectory.
"Forgive me and obey my order!!" He let out a sharp roar between his clenched teeth. Yang Jing charged suddenly without any fear. The fierce fighting spirit surged through his body. The attack momentum was fierce and ruthless, which was even higher than before.
He reached more than half a level. The crazy attacks were like rolling waves, slapping him hard.
"Two instruments give rise to four images, and the boxing frame is divided into four sections! Bagua... Tai Chi!!" Chen Zun's swaying body suddenly stopped, and he appeared precisely in front of Yang Jing's attack direction. He shouted with a clear voice.
, his hands moved gently in the Bagua motion, invisibly causing rotating ripples, seemingly slowly but urgently, to meet Yang Jing's explosive iron fist.
There was no dull sound or fierce impact. Chen Zun's hands moved on Yang Jing's iron fist as smoothly as possible. At the same time, his body leaped back, using his strength to relieve the force and using his momentum to attract the force, until he took ten steps.
outside.
Drink! A muffled roar rolled in his throat. Chen Zun's retreat suddenly stopped. He turned his hands and clasped Yang Jing's iron fist. He followed closely, his waist swaying, his body and feet motionless. He didn't use much force.
He actually gave Yang Jing more than 200 kilograms of weight... The Wheel of Life flew up and hit the ground hard.
The movement seemed to be gentle, but the momentum was extremely fast. Yang Jing was shocked and was about to react, but... Bang!! His body hit the ground heavily.
"There is no intention to use force, Tai Chi rotates on its own, without making... break... absolutely!" Just after the impact, Chen Zun's eyes flickered, and the hands holding Yang Jing's iron fist moved again, sending him flying again.
.
"Ah!! You are bullying me too much!!" Yang Jing in mid-air was completely furious. He had never been teased like this before in his life. His body in mid-air twisted violently, and he broke free from the restraints like a bull.
Go straight to Chen Zun and smash him down.
"Besides Tai Chi, there are eight extremes, explode!!" The gentle attack was extremely fierce in an instant, and the transformation of methods and routines was completed in an instant. Chen Zun used his strength to attack fiercely.
Bang!! Two iron fists met in mid-air, Chen Zun turned around again, and swept his legs, which was a bye. Yang Jing was not prepared enough and was immediately thrown out.
"Fist technique, Fifth Ancestor Heyang!" Chen Zun followed him up. The Fifth Ancestor Heyang's fist, which is also famous for its fierceness, immediately erupted. There was a storm-like attack, fierce fist wind, savage evil intention, and
The elegance of Tai Chi formed a sharp contradictory contrast. Yang Jing suppressed his anger and fought with all his strength. In terms of close combat, his strength was no weaker than Zhou Shaohua. But before he could fully enter the state and his own strength had not fully burst out, Chen Zun's attack
But it changed in an instant.
Transform from hardness to softness, and then use the power of Tai Chi!
"When you gain opportunity and power, its roots will be cut off. The power of Tai Chi has the method of the Five Animals!"
The layer-by-layer changes in moves, the mysterious progression and retreat, made the Bagua Tai Chi's upper and lower five-animal moves vividly and perfectly smooth. Avoiding the real and using the weak, using the strength to exert force, Yang Jing was severely rotated out again.
Immediately afterwards, he was close to her body again.
"Cross Hands."
"Hands of Eternity."
"Twenty-four broken hands."
A series of changes in techniques, using the power of inch strength and yin strength, the routine focused on internal injuries caused Yang Jing's blood to surge, and he fell back in a panic, and all counterattacks were crushed.
Yang Jing had never encountered such an unpredictable attack method. Tai Chi used softness to overcome strength and mixed it up everywhere, almost completely restraining himself. When Di Cheng first fought against Chen Zun, he was struck by this kind of attack.
The counterintuitive attack made him confused, let alone him.
The successive injuries and the constant embarrassment finally ignited Yang Jing's anger, and his dark eyes glowed red due to congestion. When Chen Zun came wildly again, Yang Jing, who had just writhed up, unexpectedly
He didn't make any offensive gesture, but...
The lower body is lowered, the muscles of the legs are tightened, and the roots of an old tree are firmly nailed to the ground.
Bang Bang! All the dazzling palm and fist attacks hit the chest. The hard power penetrated into the body without exception. The pain inside the chest was like burning. With each punch, the front teeth were clenched.
The president was always sprayed with blood. But... Yang Jing took five steps back and managed to withstand the heavy rain.
When the last punch was about to hit, Yang Jingmu, whose mouth was full of blood and whose veins were bulging, roared and roared, and his two big hands that had been preparing for a long time accurately grabbed Chen Zun's wrist.
"That's it!!!" Blood spattered and roared like thunder, Yang Jing tried his best to swing to the side.
Humph! Although Chen Zun was not frightened, he snorted coldly and moved forward with his left hand, pressing it softly and hard on Yang Jing's lower back, which was the most critical part of the surge of power.
"Wake me up!!!!" Yang Jing clenched Chen Zun's fist tightly, roared with his eyes wide open, and all his strength surged towards his arms.
"Kneel down!!" Chen Zun pulled hard on his right hand and pressed Yang Jing's waist hard. At the same time, he raised his toes and hit the crook of his legs hard.
The two were entangled and pulled in awkward and exaggerated postures, using strength and skills to compete with each other. For a moment, they fell into a stalemate. Neither could do anything to the other, and neither could subdue the other.
The Heiwu members and Yi Tingxuan's bodyguards who were fighting fiercely all around naturally discovered this, and they all wanted to come over and help their leader to gain the upper hand. However, their battle was also extremely fierce. If they dared to distract him,
, the result is only one...death!!
but……
"Brother Jing, we will still be brothers in the next life and the next life!!" A strong black martial arts team member roared sadly, letting the enemy's fierce sword slash into his back, letting the raging blade tear apart the flesh, and letting the intense pain
Devouring Nerves, he had no scruples and rushed towards Chen Zun like crazy.
"Seeking death!!" The bodyguard he was fighting with suddenly turned cold, and he rushed forward wildly, swinging his steel knife straight at the strong man's head.
"Bastard, die!!" No longer caring about anything, the black martial arts team member stared at Chen Zun and jumped up violently, slamming him on the head with all his strength. At this moment, what he had learned throughout his life was fully realized.
.
MD!! Chen Zun cursed secretly, the power of entanglement was the first to relax.
Roar!! Yang Jing gained the advantage in strength, grabbed Chen Zun and smashed him to the ground.
Chen Zun chose to let go and was thrown out, but he cleverly escaped the desperate attack of the black warriors.
The swung iron rod hit the ground hard, and the bodyguard's steel knife fell on his head without any suspense. Poof!! His head flew away, and blood spurted violently from the broken throat into the sky, and the thick blood dyed it red.
Full of poignancy and beauty.
Ah!! Yang Jing screamed sadly, and dazzling tears rolled down the corners of his eyes. He grabbed the brother's iron rod, turned around, and hit the bodyguard's head with a fierce whistling iron rod. Before the other party could wait,
In response...poof...the large head exploded on the spot like a watermelon.
Tragedy and desolation stirred the night sky.
"Chen Zun, I want your life!!" Yang Jing, who was stimulated, went crazy and rushed towards Chen Zun with scarlet eyes.
Chen Zun frowned and retreated quickly. He originally wanted to resolve the fight as soon as possible before Yang Jing entered the state, but he never expected that the other party would be so fierce and tyrannical.
Bang!! The iron rod swung by Yang Jing hit the ground hard, splashing a lot of gravel and dust. Chen Zun rolled on the spot, narrowly avoiding the opponent's attack, and when he was about to bounce up, he grabbed the big body of the bodyguard who had tragically died before.
Ring knife, ready to greet.
The iron rod was swung with evil intent. The stimulated Yang Jing seemed to lose control. The storm-like wild attack suddenly forced Chen Zun to retreat in panic. He was unable to resist. The blood flowing from his nostrils and ears clearly showed that... Chen Zun
Zun is suffering from serious internal injuries at this moment.
But this momentum only lasted for a short time. Chen Zun far surpassed Yang Jing in both experience and strength, and his temporary retreat was just to find loopholes.
finally!!
Clang, the steel swords set up met with all their strength, and the iron rods were held in place amidst the ear-splitting roar. The next second...he held his breath and concentrated, and his internal energy surged in his Dantian.
"Roar!!" The lion's roar attack started again, and the eardrum-shaking roar invaded Yang Jing's brain. The original crazy momentum suddenly stopped, and his ferocious expression became dazed due to dizziness.
"Yang Jing, you are already proud enough!" Chen Zun appeared next to Yang Jing in an instant. His right hand protruded like a snake and clasped his chin.
forward and pressed down, causing Yang Jing to fall on his back.
Bang!! Yang Jing, who was leaning back, was pushed to the ground hard, but the first thing to hit the ground was not his body, but... his head controlled by Chen Zun. The violent impact shook his brain, and his blank eyes widened. The world
At this moment, it fell into deathly silence, and everything in front of him... was shrouded in darkness.
{Piaotian Literature www.ptwxz.com thanks all book friends for their support, your support is our greatest motivation}