The toes land on the ground, piercing the floor, with the center of gravity as the fulcrum, and the whole body maintains a round shape as the strength is applied.
The eight hundred bhikkhunis were full of energy, and the undead insects clinging to their robes were slowly blown away by the breeze. Each one was crushed to death by invisible pressure and squeezed out their juice.
Han Baiyi, on the other hand, calmly struck first with his sword.
The pace of my steps seemed slightly different from before.
As a hard-working genius, Han Baiyi had already mastered the Xianfeng Boxing technique the moment he learned it, and integrated it completely into his own martial arts system.
Although it is not the same as the sword-holding technique, the martial arts skills contained in Xianfengji Boxing are quite exquisite, allowing him to improve his control over his body by more than one level.
In addition, after acquiring the secret of controlling energy in Xianfeng Temple Boxing, Han Baiyi also gained a little more experience in using the thunder seeds that he could not control at all. He no longer needed to fight against the lion ape like before.
Just keep reading the file and call yourself to learn the skills of using Lei Jin.
As a genius who is different from ordinary people, Han Baiyi has already mastered this technique of using thunder power and applied it to his own sword skills.
He named it 'Raiche.'
If a derivative move is developed in the future, it will be called Chidori, and then it will be Chidori Sharp Spear, Chidori Style, and Chidori Great Sword.
The completely black door was glowing with a faint light of thunder.
Han Baiyi closed his eyes and raised his sword, then swept it across the air, holding it in a flower shape, with the tip of the sword pointing directly at the eight hundred bhikkhunis.
In ancient Yingzhou, pointing the tip of a knife at someone was a provocation to a duel.
Under normal circumstances, it will last until death.
Seeing this, the eight hundred bhikkhunis could not see the slightest expression on their faces, which had become as decayed as skeletons.
Make a fist with your left hand in front of you, move your right hand behind you, and move your left toe slightly in front of you.
The smoke bloomed, and the decayed figure suddenly disappeared.
Han Baiyi opened his eyes, and the dim Buddhist hall seemed to be shining with light. His pale white pupils looked extremely bright in the darkness. The eyeballs moved quickly and slightly under the control of the corneal muscles, and the pupils contracted.
His eyes tightly captured the figure of the eight hundred bhikshuni.
The standing posture is also slightly adjusted according to the captured movements. Both feet are kept in a half-up position, and the center of gravity is constantly moving.
Coming.
Holding the knife in his right hand, his left hand suddenly let go of the handle of the knife and swung it to the side. The green robe emerging from the smoke suddenly stopped, and the powerful kick of the immortal peak in mid-air seemed to tear the air, but there was no sound in his ears.
There is no time to conduct sound.
The left arm and right leg collided, and the huge force pushed Han Baiyi's body to the right, but the constantly moving center of gravity took effect at this time.
The right foot that remained standing on tiptoe was heavily planted on the ground, and the calf of the right leg was coiled with lightning arcs. The whole body jumped out in the direction where the eight hundred bhikkhunis kicked out, but the body relied on the strong core of the eight-pack abs in the air.
Take firm control of your body shape.
Holding the knife in his left hand that was numb from being kicked, the lightning climbed onto the blade like brilliant white feathers, and Han Baiyi used both hands at the same time to slash back.
Tear.
The eight hundred bhikkhunis who followed were indeed hit, and their green robes were torn in half under the shining sword, revealing a rotten body with almost no muscles inside, and it was all skin and bones.
Through the skin, you can faintly see the giant centipede attached inside.
This is the immortal insect that keeps him alive.
The little undead insects clinging to him and taking care of him are probably the offspring of this one.
After all, they have lived for more than 800 years.
Seeing the eight hundred bhikkhunis retreating in panic, Han Baiyi raised his head slightly, with a very contemptuous and sarcastic smile on his face.
"The so-called eight hundred bhikkhunis are nothing more than that."
"You kid with a yellow mouth! How dare you chat here!"
The 800 bhikshuni who had his clothes torn off probably couldn't help it, and his rotten facial features with no expression could be seen as he uttered words with a jelly-like emotion.
In fact, the so-called chicken jelly is just Han Baiyi's imagination.
After all, I can't hear any difference at all.
But Han Baiyi was Han Baiyi after all. When he heard the eight hundred bhikkhunis being so incompetent and furious, a smile appeared on his face that was extremely conceited about the profound skills he had developed over time.
Open the door and put the knife back into its sheath.
The hands are the same as those of the eight hundred bhikkhunis, assuming a posture unique to the Xianfeng Boxing Technique.
This is obviously a very ironic approach.
The eight hundred bhikshunis were startled at first, and then gritted their teeth.
A mere child, who was less than a fraction of her age, actually provoked him with the Xianfeng boxing technique that she had practiced for eight hundred years and was already familiar with.
What's this?
This is Chi Guoguo’s gift to others.
The eight hundred bhikkhunis held their posture, moved their feet slightly, and immediately followed the counter-shock force and moved like a rabbit out of nowhere, invading Han Baiyi's body in an instant.
But Han Baiyi is definitely not the kind of person who does things that are uncertain.
The reason why he dared to do this was that he had already seen through her strength in the gap between the one or two moves just now.
Han Baiyi narrowed his eyes slightly.
Thunder energy penetrated the whole body, and the whole body flashed with arcs of electricity.
The rotten fist suddenly struck with great force, and it was as heavy as a mountain falling.
It was the [King Kong Kowtow Combo Fist] that had just beaten Gus into a deflated can of pork.
I saw Han Baiyi's body being swollen and contracted by the thunderous energy, his fingers tightened together, and he waved one hand gently in front of him to push away the inevitable punch.
It seems that the eight hundred nuns have never thought that the boxing style that they have practiced to the perfection level can be broken so easily. The key point of the Vajra Kowtow Combination Fist is the word combo. Only if the number of bosses is enough, the Kowtow Combination Fist can be broken easily.
Only then can its true power be shown.
However, at the first punch, the combo was broken.
The eight hundred bhikkhunis stared with a pair of eyeballless eyes, feeling very cold in their hearts.
In this case, naturally it will be Han Baiyi's theater.
I saw that his punches were all smooth and steady, but each punch was steady and fast. Each punch hit the opponent's joints, smashing the posture that the eight hundred bhikkhunis had managed to hold up to pieces.
It kept beeping.
"Your left fist is not good!"
Hit in the left eye.
"The right palm is weak!"
Hit in the right eye.
"Loose steps."
A mixed knee kick, and Amiya's rolling sweeping kick knocked him sideways.
"Sluggish reaction, none of the moves are decent!"
‘Da da da da da…’
The Vajra Kowtow combo that was unleashed hit the eight hundred bhikkhunis in the face like a machine gun. The crisp sound of the impact between the fist bones and the skull was extremely loud, and the sound effect was quite reminiscent of Ip Man's legacy.
The old face that originally seemed to have lost its human form was completely rotted into a puddle of flesh under this series of attacks.
It’s the same as the stuffing of hammered dumplings for New Year’s Eve dinner.
However, even so, the eight hundred bhikkhunis still struggled to stay alive.
I don't know if she is in pain or not.
We don’t know either, and we don’t dare to ask.
With a plop.
The bodies of eight hundred bhikkhunis fell to the ground like rotten flesh, motionless.
Han Baiyi turned around triumphantly, with a carefree look, as if he didn't notice the big bug that quietly emerged from the eight hundred fleshy clay face.
The big insect was silent and moving quietly. A pair of large dagger-length claws on the insect's head were propped up, with the pointed tips pointed at Han Baiyi's back.
I was probably thinking: I'll stab him to death while he's not paying attention.
Before he could move, a pair of insect eyes saw the light of a knife in front of him.
The insect's head immediately split into two halves.
The blade spurted blood, leaving a line of green on the ground.
Han Baiyi stepped back and put away his knife.
His expression was leisurely.
As I said before, he is the kind of person who is wilted, bad and bad.
One of his few pleasures is to suddenly hit the target when others are not paying attention.