"Bang" fists and palms clashed, making a dull collision sound!
Yan Ling's pupils shrank, and he found that his fist did not touch Zuo Zimu's palm. Yan Ling's fist hit an inch away from the two, but Yan Ling did not feel the stuffiness of hitting the air. Instead, he felt
He hit the spring, which has a powerful counter-shock force.
"Is this the body-protecting Qi of an innate warrior? It's really powerful." Yan Ling heard from the elders in the Shaolin Temple that in addition to spiritual sublimation, the most important thing for an innate warrior is to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and convert it into true energy.
The biggest difference between true qi and internal force is that true qi can be released externally, while internal power can only operate within the body. Unless one possesses top secrets, such as the Six Meridians Divine Sword, acquired martial arts practitioners will not be able to release internal power externally.
Just hitting people for nothing.
As for the outward release of true energy, in addition to long-range attacks, it is more commonly used to form body-protecting true energy to resist attacks, especially to have strong defense against blunt objects. Just like Yan Ling's half-step collapse fist was blocked by the left
Zimu took it easily!
After a moment of stalemate, Zuo Zimu breathed out his true energy from his palm, shocking Yan Ling and making him take several steps back before he could stabilize his body.
"My little friend is indeed very strong. No wonder he can defeat these two incompetent disciples like me easily!" Zuo Zimu said with a calm expression on his face, his hands behind his back.
Different from Zuo Zimu's relaxation, Yan Ling's expression was solemn at this time. This was the first time that he had seen the power of the innate warrior. He was able to receive a blow with all his strength without any damage. For Yan Ling, this was a very big blow.
of blow.
"Senior is truly unfathomable!" Yan Ling praised sincerely.
The corner of Zuo Zimu's eyes jumped, and the trembling right hand behind him told him that it was not easy to receive Yan Ling's punch, but he must maintain his masterly manner. He circulated his Qi, and after his right hand returned to calmness, he said: "Take it.
My second move!"
His eyes became sharper, and he pointed at Yan Ling's Tanzhong point with the same finger, but this finger gave Yan Ling a completely different feeling. Just now, Zuo Zimu didn't know that Yan Ling's strength was so amazing, so he planned to defeat Yan Ling with one finger.
After counterattacking, he understood that he couldn't defeat Yan Ling without showing some real skills!
The Wuliang Sword Sect is famous for its versatile moves. As the leader, Zuo Zimu naturally has a deep grasp of the martial arts of this sect. This finger kept getting bigger in Yan Ling's eyes, but Yan Ling had no idea of dodge. Zuo Zimu Jian
The fingers shook slightly, as if there were endless moves waiting for Yan Ling!
Whenever Yan Ling was about to move, he could always feel that Zuo Zimu would change his moves in the next second, which made Yan Ling feel like he had nowhere to hide.
"In this case, we can only resist forcefully!" Yan Ling's eyes were fierce. Zhiyang's internal energy was running, and Yan Ling's bronze skin suddenly tightened, with a tough texture like cowhide.
"Eh?" There was a trace of surprise in Zuo Zimu's eyes. He pointed at the Tanzhong point on Yan Ling's chest. He thought that Yan Ling would lose his fighting power in one stroke. But he didn't expect that this finger would be like tapping on old cow leather.
The true energy had dissipated before it penetrated Yan Ling's skin.
This hesitation gave Yan Ling a chance to fight back. Since Bengquan didn't work, let's try this punch, Yan Ling roared in his heart! His left hand returned to defense, brushing away the fingers of Zuo Zimu's sword, and at the same time he made a fist with his right hand, from
Apply force from bottom to top, pass through the left hand, and punch Zuo Zimu on the chin like lightning.
Unfortunately, the innate warrior has been baptized by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and all aspects of his physical fitness have been greatly improved. Zuo Zimu came back to his senses instantly and repeated his old tricks, stretching out his palm to block Yan Ling's lightning-fast punch.
But something unbelievable happened to Zuo Zimu. After learning from the previous round, Zuo Zimu had specially increased the thickness of his body-protecting Qi. However, Yan Ling's punch had a strange force that stubbornly broke through.
The defense of the body's true energy was pierced into Zuo Zimu's palm like a needle, making Zuo Zimu's whole wrist numb slightly.
It turned out that Yan Ling was using another form of Xingyi Five-Shaped Quan - Drilling Fist. With its meticulous penetrating power, he successfully hit Zuo Zimu's palm with a ray of dark energy.
Taking advantage of the victory, Yan Ling was unyielding. He turned around and brought up a circle of afterimages behind Zuo Zimu. This was the terrifying effect of Lingbo Weibu. At the same time, Yan Ling retracted his fist from his waist and struck out again,
It's also Xingyi Quan. With Yan Ling's cultivation in Xingyi Quan, he has already mastered the various force-generating techniques of Wuxiang Quan, and there is no need to follow the moves at all!
However, Yan Ling still misjudged the spiritual sense of the innate warrior. With his keen intuition, Zuo Zimu had already anticipated Yan Ling's movements. He turned around and at the same time used his right hand to hammer down, as if the Tianshan Mountains were falling.
Yan Ling brought endless pressure.
"Oh!"
Yan Ling gave a low shout and forced himself away from Zuo Zimu's aura. He did not dare to continue attacking and raised his hands to resist the "Tianzhu" falling from the sky. He exchanged injuries with the innate warrior who possessed the body-protecting Qi.
It's definitely not something Yan Ling can bear!
"Bang!" After a muffled sound, Yan Ling's knees bent due to Zuo Zimu's backhand, as if he was about to kneel down.
Yan Ling gritted his teeth, veins popped out in his hands, and struggled to resist Zuo Zimu's downward pressure. You must know that Yan Ling was a small-scale golden bell at this time, and his own strength was amazing, but even with the help of internal strength
Only then could he withstand Zuo Zimu's downward pressure, which shows the strength of the innate warrior!
"Drink!" Yan Ling yelled loudly, using all his strength to activate the Yang internal force in his body. Yan Ling's calves suddenly tightened, and the force rose from the ground. He turned his waist to use the force, and finally this huge force from the whole body came out from Yan Ling's hand.
, he pushed Zuo Zimu’s arm away in one fell swoop and regained his freedom!
"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!" Yan Ling held his knees with both hands and panted violently. Although his body was extremely uncomfortable after the violent explosion, Yan Ling's eyes were extremely bright!
After taking a breath for a while, Yan Ling said: "Senior, the three moves have passed. Can I leave now?"
Zuo Zimu's expression was a little complicated. Although he had no intention of doing anything to Yan Ling from the beginning. Even if Yan Ling couldn't catch the three moves, he would let Yan Ling leave. But he didn't expect that Yan Ling could forcefully catch him.
.
Although Yan Ling was asked to leave, letting Yan Ling leave and Yan Ling leaving by his own strength are completely different.
"Let's go!" Finally, Zuo Zimu waved his hand and said to Yan Ling.
"Thank you, senior!" Yan Ling stood up and thanked him.
After saying that, Yan Ling saluted Zuo Zimu and turned around, passing by the two disciples of the Wuliang Sword Sect who had already been stunned.
At this time, several more people emerged from the jungle where Zuo Zimu had come out earlier. These people were old and young, and they all carried some tributes in their hands.
It turns out that when Wu Yazi was still in the blessed land of Langhuan, he and Li Qiushui danced swords in the deep valley. The moonlight would project his shadow on the mountain wall. When the people of the Wuliang Sword Sect saw him, they thought he was an immortal.
While observing and studying the martial arts moves left behind, the disciples of the Wuliang Sword Sect also did not forget to pay homage to the immortal.
Today, Zuo Zimu was going to lead everyone to worship the immortal in front of the Wuliang Jade Wall. On the way, he noticed the sound of Yan Ling fighting with the disciples who were patrolling the forbidden area, so he quickly came to check the situation.
Looking at Yan Ling's back gradually disappearing into the jungle, an old man who was about the same age as Zuo Zimu among the group of people stepped forward and asked Zuo Zimu: "Brother, headmaster, is this...?"
"Nothing!" Zuo Zimu came back to his senses, stretched out his right hand, saw a red dot on his palm, and couldn't help but mutter to himself: "I just met a very scary young man."
When the old man saw Zuo Zimu's appearance, he couldn't help but repeat: "Terrible?"
Not only did the old man have doubts, except for the two disciples who witnessed the fight between Yan Ling and Zuo Zimu, the rest of the people behind him were also confused. How could this young man who had just left be so scary?
"Yes, do you think it's scary or not, if you use the power of the future realm to force me to take three moves and leave?" Zuo Zimu sighed.
The old man's eyes widened: "Is this true? Senior brother, you didn't let it go?"
Zuo Zimu replied calmly: "Except for not drawing the sword, I have used all my strength."
"How is this possible?"
Everyone behind him immediately understood why Zuo Zimu felt so like, but is there really such a person in the world? He can withstand the attacks of innate warriors with the power of tomorrow. (To be continued)