This punch that changed the color of the world suddenly hit Yang You's chest and abdomen.
The wind was blowing loudly and the dust was rolling.
The overbearing fist smashed the tortoise shell made of condensed black energy on his upper body into pieces and fell to the ground.
Yang You's face was pale and his energy was sluggish.
Unexpectedly, just when Xia Ze was about to hit the remaining thirty-six Tiangang numbers and end the duel.
Yang You in front of you suddenly removed the protective aura, and then threw out a punch regardless of life and death. When Xia Ze's fist was not fully developed, the fist changed into a spread hand, suppressing Xia Ze's front punch, and then struck with a powerful punch.
The knife in his hand slashed towards Xia Ze's neck.
Xia Ze had quick eyesight and quick hands. He used the back of his hand to protect the vulnerable part of his neck, but he was still knocked to the ground by the force of this powerful fist.
The ground cracked, and there was an earth-shattering explosion. Ayu in the distance wanted to rush forward, but was stopped by Bai Lu.
Seeing that the blow was successful, Yang You wanted to punch him again to avoid further trouble, but instead he felt a sweet sensation in his throat, spit out a mouthful of blood, and staggered back again and again.
The clothes on his chest were torn, and there were four fist marks on his chest and abdomen, and dense red threads began to spread out from the edges. It was obvious that he had suffered severe internal injuries.
In the large pit in front of him, Xia Ze's feet were stuck to the ground like the roots of an old tree. With the help of his strong waist and abdomen, he arched his body bit by bit, and then put on a big stance again.
This time, it is no longer the style of a domineering general, but the boxing method given by Li You, returning to the original Baji boxing spectrum.
"Show them with gentleness, and welcome them with strength." Xia Ze recited softly silently, relaxed his whole body, and allowed his fist intention to flow with his breath.
The head is in the sky, the feet are on the ground, and the two elbows are on the top of the mountain.
In an instant, a trace of clarity and enlightenment appeared, like raindrops falling into the lake of my heart, washing away all the ups and downs in my heart.
Recalling that in the fantasy realm of boxing, he was beaten to pieces by the martial arts boy over and over again, and he practiced boxing over and over again on the Immortal Peak day and night against the rising sun and the setting moon.
The acupuncture point suddenly opened.
"Breaking through?" Wu Zhuan smiled broadly.
Yang You in the distance also had a touch of shock on his pale face, but he soon crushed the ground with his foot and flew towards him.
A martial artist from the Seventh Realm is a crushing opponent of the Fourth Realm. What's more, he has a breath of pure Qi that is extremely pure, quick to change his breath, and his body is as tough as a rock.
Yang You intended to get close to disrupt Xia Ze's rhythm. Unexpectedly, the boy's punch came straight in and hit the man's arm.
The muscles of the arm were slightly sunken, and gradually began to show an injured purple-black color, and then there was a heart-breaking pain, as if an exposed wound had been cut with a dull knife, and finally it was even more painful when squirming poisonous insects were sprinkled on it.
Yang You forcibly raised his energy, steadied his trembling hands, and blasted out hundreds of fire feathers from his palms, which quickly condensed into the shape of a flaming red bird. With a loud phoenix cry, he suddenly killed Xia Ze.
The flaming red bird soared into the sky and once again dispersed into a rain of fire all over the sky.
Xia Ze raised the corners of his mouth slightly, his eyes gradually became firm, and he roared.
"Subduing the dragon!"
The waterfall-like flow of water rose into the sky, and the figure of the young man standing in the center of the waterfall seemed a bit unreal.
The sound of the phoenix was mixed with the roar of the angry dragon. In the end, no one thought that Xia Ze would be the winner.
On the Chunjiu Alley in Qingcheng Town, a drizzle of spiritual energy fell. Dots of fireflies fell on the onlookers, and they suddenly felt a sense of heroism rising from the top of a mountain overlooking all living beings.
A black shadow flashed away, and by the time Yang You reacted, he had been punched in the chest with a simple blow.
After the crisp sound of bone explosion, Yang You vomited out a mouthful of blood, like a kite with its string broken, flying upside down.
Xia Ze dragged his right foot back on the ground, and used the punch that had not completely dissipated from the previous punch to strike out with a palm.
A two-foot-tall golden palm shadow flew away, and finally hit the place where Yang You fell, smashing the restaurant behind him into pieces and collapsing in the flying sand.
Xia Ze looked at Wu Zhui, who nodded with a smile, and then waved his sleeves. The people who had been saved by him with only the size of rice grains in their sleeves reappeared in the far end of the alley, and they knelt down and kowtowed, calling the gods.
After a while, a rickety figure slowly walked out of the burst of smoke. When the figure gradually became clear, people noticed that Yang You, who was covered in blood, had his right arm hanging down weakly. He looked at the strong figure in the distance.
The outrageous young man cursed his mother, and then spat out bloody spit.
He was possessed of all the Seven Realm Boxing Intentions, and just putting up a boxing stance was so painful that his face twitched and he broke out in cold sweat.
A pure martial artist is different from a Qi practitioner. He can exhale spiritual energy, understand the great path, and prolong life, avoid death and prolong life. The lifespan of a martial artist is much shorter than that of a Qi practitioner. Even a Nine Realm martial artist's lifespan is only about five hundred years.
If you can't break through the situation quickly, you can only sit and wait for death.
What's more, the journey of martial arts is so arduous and exhausting. Therefore, many people break through the realm, just for speed, and hope to climb to the seventh realm as early as possible. In exchange for the life span, they spend all their wealth to collect heavenly materials and earthly treasures.
, even if you eat the elixir as a jelly bean, it is not a bad idea to reach the Nine Vajra Realm.
Therefore, there are many speculative warriors in the secret cave, which contains opportunities and natural treasures.
But he, Yang You, is different. His foundation in the Seventh Realm, it is no exaggeration to say, was acquired through real beatings. He was acquired through near-death experiences again and again. Therefore, few martial artists in the same realm can do so.
Compete with it.
Over the years, he had fought with Ling Wei no less than twenty times. After each battle, he had to recuperate for half a year due to serious injuries. Then he came to the door angrily and was beaten to death without exception.
In Ling Wei's heart, this guy was like a piece of candy that he couldn't get rid of. But when it came to martial arts talent, he had to admit that Yang You was actually better than him. It was just that he had not yet fully realized his talent.
Once he encounters a certain opportunity, I'm afraid even he will have to give in.
And just today, Yang You discovered how terrifying the young man in front of him was in his persistence in martial arts. He was like a drop in the ocean, better than nothing.
Xia Ze dusted his hands and Qingshan's sleeves rustled: "Why do you still fight when you know you are not my opponent?"
Yang You seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world: "You are also a martial artist, and your fists are the hardest that Yang has ever seen in his life, but you are like a mother-in-law. A real martial artist only punches for three things. First, I have a
With my fist, I will wipe out all the injustices in my heart. No matter how high the mountain is, no matter how deep the sea is, I will level it all with one punch!"
"Secondly, I use both fists to protect the things I hold dear in my heart. Even if there are mountains of swords and seas of fire, I will break them with one punch!"
"Third!" Yang You took a deep breath, squatted down and knocked his arm on the step. With a click, the arm recovered.
"There is a person in this world whose fist power is so powerful that if he can punch a hundred feet high, I will destroy him with one punch!"
When Xia Ze heard this, he actually started to tremble a little. He grinned and said, "Your bones are harder than Ling Wei's, much harder."
Among the crowd in the distance, there was a man whose figure was hidden in a black robe. When he heard these words, his body shook like chaff and he ran away in panic.
Yang You laughed, blood oozed from the wound on his cheek, and he wiped it away: "Boy, I have to apologize to you for something. It is indeed my wife who is unreasonable and partial to the dog. As a father, I have nothing to teach my son.
Fang, I apologize to you on behalf of my wife and children."
Xia Ze's momentum continued, and he asked: "Your Majesty, what you mean is that today, regardless of whether it is justified or not, you will decide whether to live or die with me, right?"
Yang You shook his head: "It is true that I am unreasonable. I can swear to God that after today I will teach my dog well and restrain my wife. But in today's battle, I will definitely punch, because I, Yang You, am this
The backbone of the home.”
As soon as he finished speaking, golden light began to appear on Yang You's bruised body. Gradually, golden threads converged on Yang You from all directions, and as he let out a high-pitched roar, the golden light dispersed.
Yang You's eyes shone with golden light, and he entered the eighth realm of martial arts.
"If you want to differentiate yourself, you can use whatever you want." Yang You said with a smile.
"Come!" Xia Ze shouted with great pride.
On the dark clouds outside Qingcheng Town, there were two streaks of strange-colored light that cut through the clouds and roared towards the sky, leaving two winding tails in the sky. In the end, they fell into Yang You's hands and turned out to be two cyan and red swords.
Yang You shook the sword lightly, casting bursts of light: "My Liuxia and Qingyun swords have never been used when I came to fight with Ling Wei. You are in for a treat today!"
Xia Ze did not show weakness and recited the spell, and then a red line of fire rose from his sleeves and landed on Xia Ze's forehead. Unable to move his true energy, Xia Ze spit out blazing flames and shot straight into the sky.
The young man smiled knowingly. This was Li Huo's fighting spirit. He could still faintly hear the sound of his sword, as if he was angry that the other side had used two ungrateful long swords to steal its limelight.
His left eye lit up, and a flying sword covered in golden light flew out and hung behind Xia Ze.
Turning over his right hand, he found a green talisman twisted in his hand.
The next moment, both of them were in a riot. The green talisman in Xia Ze's hand flew out and turned into flames. Three fireballs one foot high swept through the flying sand and blasted towards Yang You.
Holding two swords in his hands, he smiled contemptuously. The two swords intertwined and slashed out a powerful sword energy, cutting through three fireballs in one fell swoop. Then he tapped the ground with his toes and charged towards Xia Ze menacingly.
Xia Ze didn't give him a chance to breathe. He waved his right hand and the golden flying sword flew out from behind, making a series of explosion sounds that pierced the air and pointed directly at the center of Yang You's eyebrows.
At this extremely critical moment for the latter, Yang You just turned his wrist and deflected the blow with the tip of Liuxia Sword. Just when he was about to take another step forward, a drop of blood from a wound on his body appeared. What a coincidence.
Splashed onto the golden flying sword.
When he was confused about the situation, the flying sword suddenly accelerated, as fast as lightning, and had already carried out hundreds of attacks around his body.
In the end, Yang You, who was a little anxious because of the entanglement, had no choice but to take a deep breath of Qi and put his foot on the ground, shaking the surrounding land three feet, sending rocks flying upside down, and sending the flying sword flying backwards.
The next moment, he was shocked to find that his eyes lit up, and then another big golden armored hand grasped Yang You.
Xia Ze read a golden talisman in his hand and smiled wildly.