The violent butcher, just from Tie Meng's nickname, you can tell how powerful he is. Before joining Hua Men, this man was a butcher, killing cattle as a profession. It is said that his Black Tiger Fist was so fierce that he once beat him with one punch.
The dead ox weighed a thousand kilograms. Therefore, everyone in the Huamen knew the power of his boxing skills, and were very surprised that Ximen Lang actually resisted with his body.
"Peng!"
A loud sound echoed in the Juyi Hall, like a hammer hitting the steel plate, making everyone's hearts palpitate and their faces changing color.
Ximenlang's body swayed slightly, and then he was as steady as a mountain. He felt a surge of blood in his chest, and the pain was very uncomfortable. He hurriedly adjusted his breath, and immediately recovered as before, without any harm. He was overjoyed, my golden bell mask skills have improved even more.
At the first level, he can resist masters of the same level as the eight great masters of Huamen.
Tie Meng punched you, and when he saw that the opponent did not dodge at all, he was surprised and extremely angry at the same time. If you dare to pretend to me, I will hit you seriously with one punch. Who knows, after colliding with the opponent's body, he only felt that he
It felt like my fist hit a steel plate, and I felt a sharp pain.
This was something Tiemeng had never encountered before. Even the other eight members of the Huamen could not resist his Black Tiger Fist with their bodies, but the boy opposite did it, and he looked as if nothing had happened.
"Good boy, take two more punches from me!"
Tie Meng was shocked and punched twice in succession.
Ximen Lang still didn't dodge, but after hearing a loud bang, he swayed twice, smiled faintly, and said: "I have learned your Black Tiger Fist, now it's time for you to experience my Storm God Fist."
Tie Meng withdrew his fist and looked over with curious eyes. He was a straightforward person. Seeing that the boy opposite could withstand his iron fist that killed the yak, he felt admiration in his heart and said: "Well, I won't hide, I will take your fist forcefully."
Ximen Lang saw that the man seemed to be a straight-headed man with no sense of purpose, so he smiled and said, "It's better not to let you get hurt."
Tie Meng said angrily: "You look down on me. A real man keeps his word. Spitting is a thorn. I won't hide if I tell you not to. I will stand still and let you punch me three times, lest you say that I take advantage of you."
Cheap." Then he took a horse stance and stood firmly on the opposite side.
Ximenlang nodded and said, "Okay, then I'm welcome."
Iron Meng said in a loud voice: "Come on."
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the two people in the hall. At this time, no one dared to doubt Ximen Lang's strength. They asked themselves, none of them were sure that they could withstand the three punches of the violent butcher Tie Meng. They all secretly thought in their hearts.
Let’s guess whether Tie Meng can withstand Ximen Lang’s three punches.
The air in the hall became tense, making people feel depressed and breathless.
"The first punch is coming!"
As Ximen Lang uttered these five words, he carried Hunyuan Zhen with his left fist and struck out fiercely. Because the person facing him was a brother of the same sect after all, not an enemy, he was afraid of accidentally hurting this honest man, so he only used five successful powers.
That's all.
"Hoo!" The iron fist shot out of the air and hit Tie Meng on the chest, making a loud noise that was no different from before.
Tie Meng felt as if a log about a foot thick hit his chest hard, the pain was piercing to the bones. His body was shaken and he leaned back about two feet, then bounced back. He barely managed to move back, and the expression on his face became...
He was dignified and said in his heart: With this punch, that kid's martial arts are enough to be on par with our Eight Jue.
Everyone in the hall, headed by Elder Feng, were all practitioners. They made a judgment in their hearts when they saw the punch. Ximen Lang had only been slightly shaken just now. At this time, Tie Meng's body leaned out about two feet under the heavy blow.
, almost moved, standing tall and tall.
Tie Meng deliberately acted as if nothing had happened and said, "Why don't you seem to have had enough to eat? Try harder and come again."
"Okay, here comes the second punch!"
While he was talking, Ximen Lang punched out for the second time. This time, he used seven powers.
The fist hit Tie Meng hard, and an overwhelming force surged over him, causing him to take three steps back. A trace of blood slowly flowed from the corner of his mouth, and he was horrified. What happened to this kid? This punch was much more fierce than before. Could it be that the second time?
Did he show mercy when he punched?
After the second punch, the advantages and disadvantages became more obvious. Everyone secretly sighed that this young man's martial arts was unfathomable!
Tie Meng's stubborn character was clearly exposed at this moment. The muscles on his face began to twitch, and the severe pain in his chest was simply unbearable. He gritted his teeth and took three steps forward. His voice trembled slightly and he said, "Come again."
Ximen Lang was surprised and secretly admired this man's determination to refuse to admit defeat. He said, "Your kung fu is really good. You can withstand my two punches and the last one. I hope you can withstand it too."
Elder Feng and other leaders with advanced martial arts had serious expressions on their faces. They all saw that Ximen Lang did not use all his strength. If he punched a third time, Tie Meng would be seriously injured. Although they knew the result
In this way, they were secretly worried but unable to stop him because Tie Meng had already punched him three times and could not say anything to make Ximen Lang stop.
Ximen Lang smiled and said: "Get ready, the third punch is coming!"
Tie Meng practiced his skills secretly, concentrating his inner strength in his chest, not daring to be careless at all. His face showed a heroic expression of about to die, and he didn't dare to be distracted and said nothing, and nodded his head.
Ximen Lang clenched his fists, Hunyuan Gong kept surging in his body, his sleeves trembled slightly, then expanded, and even became bulging.
Everyone's eyes widened, and they were secretly shocked. How could his inner strength be so deep that it actually surged outward? How is this possible? How old is he? Even if he started practicing in his mother's womb, he would never reach the level he is now.
ah!
"The third punch is coming!"
Ximen Lang roared, and struck out with his iron fist. There was an awe-inspiring sound. Before the punch came, the wind came first. The strong wind caused the clothes on Tie Meng opposite him to flutter, and his short hair like steel needles fell back.
The onlookers were all shocked, and the Flying Bat Diao Yuanqian and other members of the Eight Masters of the Huamen all screamed: "Old man, get out of the way." "You can't catch his punch..."
The astonishing explosive power of the opponent's iron fist also made Tie Meng's eyes show fear. He did not expect that Ximen Lang's full-strength punch would be so powerful. He secretly sighed in his heart, I'm kidding!
Everyone in the hall, without exception, was thinking, Tie Meng is finished, he will be seriously injured even if he is not dead, this is the outcome of fighting against that young man!
However, to everyone's surprise, when Ximen Lang's fist reached less than three inches in front of Tie Meng's chest, he suddenly stopped. He smiled and said, "I've finished the third punch."
Tie Meng's eyes widened and he stared at the iron fist in front of him stupidly, unable to believe the scene in front of him.