Seeing the opponent's punches coming, Tang Feng just smiled faintly, turned aside, and immediately used his powerful Vajra Palm to hit the opponent's side wrist with one palm.
Hong Liwu was taken aback, but after reaching the seventh level of master's level, his reaction was not slow at all. He changed his moves midway, turning his heavy punch into a split punch, and hit the shoulder with one punch.
Tang Feng still used his powerful Vajra Palm and rushed forward with one palm, breaking the opponent's punch path.
One is Beggar Clan's Eighty-six-Road Hong Fist, and the other is Shaolin's Powerful Vajra Palm. Although the two sets of martial arts are different, they are essentially both open and closed moves. They are strong and brave, and emphasize radical bravery.
Now that the two of them were fighting together, they had exchanged more than fifty moves in an instant, but they were still inseparable.
Even though it was Hong Liwu who took the initiative to attack to most extents, no matter how brave his Hong Fist was, he could not do anything to the opponent.
Although it seemed that Tang Feng had been enveloped by the opponent's fist, he was like a lonely boat on the vast sea, as if he was about to sink under the fierce attack of Hong Feng at any time.
But this lonely boat kept rising and falling, leaping and skimming across the vast sea, and always remained intact.
In fact, in order to hone his martial arts skills, Tang Feng deliberately lowered his level, conserved his strength, and at the same time lowered his speed and reaction.
Otherwise, as long as he is willing and attacks with all his strength, he can defeat the opponent!
It's a pity that Hong Liwu didn't understand this truth. Seeing that the small boat in front of him was about to sink under his Hong Fist attack, of course he wanted to knock it down completely in one go.
There are many moves in the eighty-six Hong Fist. Hong Liwu started from the first one and has now performed seventy-eight. Every time he uses a move, the training ground becomes stormy. Every time he takes a step, deep pits appear in the fine sand.
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Eventually, every step he took would stir up dust and sand all over the sky, as if the world would change color.
When Wu Shenlong next to him saw this, he couldn't help but change his expression and said: "It seems that the old man Hong Liwu is getting anxious and is preparing to use all his strength to kill Grandmaster Tang."
Wu Shaoqiu nodded and said: "His Eighty-Sixth Hong Fist is almost finished, so naturally he will be anxious. If he finishes, he still can't defeat Grandmaster Tang. He is a veteran grandmaster, so he will naturally lose his dignity."
Wu Shenlong looked at Tang Feng on the field and sighed: "I never thought before that our powerful Vajra Palm could actually compete with the Hong Fist of the Beggar Clan. I just copied the boxing manual to Grandmaster Tang yesterday afternoon, and it only took one day.
, he has actually practiced to the point of proficiency, Grandmaster Tang’s talent is really terrifying!”
Wu Shaoqiu felt the same way about this and sighed: "Who says it's not the case? I have been practicing our family's powerful Vajra Palm since I was eight years old. It has been almost twenty years now and I have not yet reached the level of Grandmaster Tang."
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Having said this, he then added: "Now that I have seen Grandmaster Tang's powerful Vajra Palm, I suddenly have a realization. It turns out that I have practiced wrongly in many places before. No wonder I have not made any progress for a long time."
"I also have a feeling of enlightenment."
Wu Shenlong nodded and sighed in a deep voice: "Master Tang is a martial arts wizard. If today's matter can be resolved, Shaoqiu, you must follow him closely and ask him for advice carefully. I even have an illusion that whether our Wu family can rise, the opportunity is very likely
It’s in this person.”
Wu Shaoqiu nodded and said: "It's uncle!"
Besides, at the martial arts training ground, Hong Liwu's eighty-six Hong Fist movements have been used to the end in just a few seconds, and each Hong Fist movement becomes more and more powerful.
With one punch, the sky and the earth roared, shattering monuments and cracking rocks, the power was unparalleled!
"Hong Fist, open the sky and break the sun!" Hong Liwu gritted his teeth and shouted, mobilized the energy in his body, and punched straight out.
His punch was so powerful that if he could hit it, let alone a person, even a hill in front of him would be shattered by him.
Of course, Hong Liwu was confident enough. His punch was so unpredictable that it almost covered all the vital points of his opponent's body. With one punch, it was impossible for the opponent to dodge.
However, he soon discovered that he was wrong, and he was completely wrong!
Of course it is impossible for him to hit Zhong Tang Feng with this move of Kai Tian Po Sun!
With a whoosh, Tang Feng immediately used the snake's tail-wagging movement, and his men slipped out like loaches and jumped to the side of Hong Liwu. At the same time, he raised his right hand and struck the opponent's weak spot with a palm.
Hong Liwu immediately turned pale with fear. He really didn't expect that the opponent's reaction was so fast, not only avoiding his own punches, but even counterattacking while retreating.
At this moment, his boxing skills have become old, and it is obvious that he can no longer change his moves in the middle. Moreover, this move is so powerful and heavy that it is even more difficult to withdraw the force in the middle, and his reaction will naturally be much slower.
With a bang, Tang Feng slapped his palm, hitting his weak spot.
Hong Liwu immediately stepped back, with layers of fine sand rolled up under his feet. Only when he was ten steps away did he stand still. Suddenly, he opened his mouth so wide that he almost couldn't help but spurt out blood.
Fortunately, in the end, he was forced to endure it.
Of course, this is just because Tang Feng suppressed his own realm and strength, and roughly used the strength of the sixth level of Huajin to fight against him, a master of the seventh level of Huajin.
If he had exerted all his strength and fully used the eighth-level master realm, Hong Liwu would have been dead long ago, let alone being able to stand up.
When Wu Shenlong and Wu Shaoqiu outside the court saw this, they had to look shocked. Although they could not see Tang Feng's specific state, they could feel that the level of aura and energy displayed by Tang Feng was no better than that of Hong Liwu.
Be high.
But even so, Tang Feng still defeated his opponent. There is only one explanation for this. Tang Feng's understanding and application of martial arts are far more unique than Hong Liwu's.
In terms of martial arts, Qi Jin is the foundation, and those with strong Qi Jin will inevitably occupy a huge advantageous position, but this is not absolute.
When there is not much difference in the strength and vigor of Qi, martial arts is what matters. The one who has a stronger understanding of martial arts and uses them more uniquely and skillfully is likely to win in the end.
Except for the two Wu family members, Mao Shiba, who had been holding the brocade box silently, looked at Tang Feng with a strange look in his eyes, and he was even a little excited.
Tang Feng settled down, stared at the opponent coldly, and said: "I'm sorry, you have already lost!"
After a while, Hong Liwu finally suppressed the turbulent breath in his body, panting like an ox, and shouted angrily in a deep voice: "I lost? You actually said that I lost, this is really a big joke!"
Tang Feng also sneered: "It seems you are still not convinced?"
"Clothes?"
Hong Liwu suddenly clasped his hands and said word by word: "Have you ever heard of the Beggar Clan's Eighteen Palms for Subduing the Dragon?"
