"The white lotus comes to the world, and its magical power is invincible!"
In the Chaotian Temple, the core White Lotus cultists who were originally calm were affected by the brutal and self-abuse crazy fighting on the altar, and everyone's eyes were red and they were shouting crazily.
Master Jiugong cheered up and played a game of hurting each other with Lei Hu.
The two of them seemed to have a tacit understanding. They no longer fought each other with fists and kicks. Instead, they gnashed their teeth and attacked each other with hard skills. The punches hit the chest, shoulders and other parts of the body. The muffled bangs and bangs made people's hearts tremble.
After more than ten punches in a row, the expressions of both Master Jiugong and Lei Hu changed. They were no longer as relaxed as they were at the beginning. Their expressions were solemn and their breaths were rough, and their chests and shoulders were in burning pain.
The internal organs in the body were shaken one after another, an unbearable thought of vomiting came to mind, and the blood and energy were flowing wildly, and it was no longer possible to maintain the peak state.
How can it be?
The more Master Jiugong was beaten, the more frightened he became. Isn't Nima Leihu's ability to withstand beatings too exaggerated?
He practices Kung Fu that is unique to the White Lotus Sect, and is extremely lethal both internally and externally, because of his temperament, which is extremely accomplished in external Kung Fu.
If it weren't for the purpose of bewitching the believers and to prevent a surprise attack by the army, he would have put iron plates on his body. Regardless of this unattractive method, his hard skills are quite impressive.
The resources of the entire White Lotus Sect are left to be squandered, but as long as you are determined and work hard, you will always achieve something.
He is quite confident in his own strength. Even if he faces the famous Lingnan Ten Tigers, it may be difficult to win but he is not worried about failure unless the Lingnan Ten Tigers are all masters of late Anjin or above.
I never expected that the disciple of Huang Feihong who suddenly appeared in front of me was quite impressive in his hard skills. Is he probably not weaker than him, and might even be slightly better?
Thinking of losing in such an unpretentious confrontation, Master Jiugong couldn't help but shudder. Once his invincible image collapsed, the consequences would be quite serious.
Also, my chest hurts so much.
The bastard Lei Hu's punches are getting stronger and stronger. Even though his chest is supported by an iron plate, the pain is unbearable. I wonder where this guy can get such strong punches?
Compared with Jiugong Zhenren's hard work, Lei Hu is full of fighting spirit and enthusiasm.
Although he was equally uncomfortable, and the burning pain in his upper body was constantly irritating his nerves, he was so high-spirited that he could not care about so many things at this time. He kept stimulating the blood flow in his body to speed up, and punched out one punch after another, each punch
With a majestic punch.
Four or five of the ten punches landed on the iron plate on Jiugong Zhenren's chest. His finger joints were already numb from pain. After all, there is still a big gap between flesh and blood and steel.
But he was extremely excited at this time and was not affected by the strong discomfort in his body at all.
Without it, in the process of punching to the flesh and slamming the iron plate with fist strength, he gradually realized the charm of dark strength!
Especially when his fist hit the iron plate, and he gradually felt the traces of the force of the fist being dispersed on the iron plate, it made him feel so excited that he wanted to look up to the sky and howl.
The true meaning is revealed in the subtleties!
If you break down the three realms of internal martial arts that are most widely spread, you will find a very interesting phenomenon.
That is the three-level realm of Neijiaquan, which is obviously a change in strength from the outside to the inside, from the macro to the micro.
When it comes to Ming Jin, the focus is always on attack power. The more domineering and powerful the fist power is, the better. However, no matter how surging the power is, just follow the attack with fists and kicks.
But when you reach the level of dark strength, you have to start to appreciate the subtle changes in strength. If you can clearly capture the changing patterns, there will be no hindrance in stepping into the level of dark strength.
It's not that he hasn't tried hard before, but the interference caused by the peak of Ming Jin is too great. He has become accustomed to the feeling of surging strength. It is very difficult to appreciate the different changes in strength in detail.
, at least I didn’t have a clue before coming to Chaotian Temple.
But what he never expected was that in the battle with Jiugong Zhenren, the previous exchange of fists and kicks, and then the even more brutal and dangerous exchange of hard skills, actually made him slowly feel the pain in his body during the dangerous and tense battle.
Subtle changes in strength!
Even though his blood surged and he felt extremely uncomfortable, he was still keenly aware of this slight difference.
My heart suddenly became ecstatic, and I immediately immersed myself in feeling and comprehending the subtle changes in strength in my body. The discomfort in my body had long been forgotten.
His Iron Clothes Kung Fu, which he has gone through crazy and brutal training, is no joke.
In addition, he has reached the peak level of Ming Jin at this time and has his own way of defending Ming Jin. He is not afraid of Jiugong Zhenren's repeated bombardments as heavy as a hammer.
If I don’t feel well, is it possible that Master Jiugong feels better?
After playing hundreds of rounds, Lei Hu also found out the details of Jiugong Zhenren. With the same peak Ming Jin cultivation level and a proficient outer sect hard skill, he should not be below the level of his iron cloth shirt.
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However, the age gap between the two is there. Lei Hu's bone age at this time has been enhanced by time and space travel, and he should be less than twenty years old.
As for Jiugong Zhenren, just looking at his face, he is at least thirty-five or sixty-six, and he has already passed the peak of his body.
The physiques of the two are not on the same level. Lei Hu is 1.82 meters tall, has thick and strong bones, and his muscles and bones are strong and strong.
But Jiugong Zhenren is only a little over 1.7 meters tall. Although he is fierce and powerful, the gap in physical strength is quite obvious.
In a protracted battle, Lei Hu has a greater chance of winning, not to mention that at this time, he is immersed in capturing the subtle changes in the strength in his body, and has gradually found a clue to the dark strength.
Master Jiugong couldn't bear it anymore. He suffered a series of heavy blows to his chest and shoulders. The severe pain made him unable to hold on even with his strong endurance.
The skin at the corners of his mouth and eyes twitched again and again. Looking at Lei Hu, who looked like a crazy man who was not tired at all, a trace of fear even flashed in his eyes. The energy and blood in his body were surging and he was extremely depressed. He had an unhappiness and urge to vomit.
The thought of stopping had already arisen in his heart, but he could not take the initiative to speak, otherwise it would be a heavy blow to his prestige in the White Lotus Sect, so he could only bite the bullet and continue to persevere.
"Hahaha, I understand, I understand!"
The punching frequency of the two people slowed down visibly to the naked eye. Anyone with a discerning eye knew that they were at the last moment, and whoever could persist to the end would be the winner.
But suddenly, Lei Hu looked up to the sky and laughed wildly as if he was crazy. He received two heavy punches from Master Jiugong without paying attention. His eyes lit up and he punched lightly.
In the eyes of the 'audience', Lei Hu's move was naturally a sign of his inadequacy, and even Master Jiugong, who had been fighting against him for a long time, looked happy.
But the next moment, a light fist hit the iron plate on Jiugong Zhenren's chest. The smile on his face immediately disappeared, and his body froze as if he was frozen...