Chapter 106 Two lines of tiger and crane
Mu Zifeng's tiger posture is basically perfect. One of his eyes, one action, and a roar are like the king of beasts, with extraordinary momentum. Zhao Xiaotian was dressed in a white martial arts suit and dressed as a man. She was heroic. She flew to a golden chicken and became independent. Her arms stretched and stood steadily on Mu Zifeng's shoulder, light and soft.
"What kind of martial arts is this? Is it a set of smart combination techniques?
"Zhao Xiaotian is good at kendo. She actually abandoned her sword and used her fist. What on earth does she want to do?"
"Two foreign martial artists join hands to compete with an ancestor of heaven and earth. No matter what the outcome is, it will become a wonderful news."
In the comments of the crowd, Mu Zifeng first launched an attack. With a gentle mention on his shoulder, Zhao Xiaotian took off and turned into a smart crane.
The tiger dominates the earth, and the crane flies to the sky.
The tiger-shaped fist is strong, fierce and domineering; the crane-shaped fist is soft, agile and changeable. The two boxing skills dominate the world, and when they hit together, they felt that the whole space was imprisoned.
The King of Xiaoyao is the realm of heaven and man, but he cannot use the method of the unity of heaven and man, so he can only simply urge the innate power. He doesn't know how to roar swordsmanship, but he has practiced a king-level martial art.
xiao yao, intended to be casual, without an authentic routine, do whatever you want, and attract it.
"Breaking the palm of the sky."
Xiaoyao Wang slapped the sky, and his turbulent power rolled down, trying to defeat the two people with one move.
Mu Zifeng's ten fingers are strong and horizontal, and the Taoist momentum decomposes the opponent's palm. Zhao Xiaotian moved against the wind, raised her body with the help of her palm, and then spread her arms to resolve the opponent's offensive.
"Oh." This move made many ancestors make a surprised sound.
King Xiaoyao's eyes are more fierce, and his innocence has been improved one after another. He is the ancestor of heaven and man, and his cultivation is enough to suppress two roaring kings at the same time. So he didn't care about the two evil foreign martial artists at all.
"Cleft the palm of the earth." The king of Xiaoyao flies in the air and is condescending with another palm. The power of this palm can no longer be measured by the power of external power, because the ancestral power of the heavenly realm is more powerful and soul.
The potential is human, terrain, and heavenly; the soul is the soul of war, the soul of martial arts, and the soul of human beings. Generally, foreign martial artists master human power and soul of war. If they are highly talented, they may also understand the terrain and martial souls, but after all, there are few such people. As for the ancestor of practicing qi, he will understand the power of heaven. As for whether you can understand the human soul, it depends on personal opportunities.
The starlight wings behind Mu Zifeng stretched out, flew out flat with Xiao Tian, and then flew up into the air. Zhao Xiaotian slapped out a huge force of 300,000 catties.
"How can the light of rice compete with the sun and the moon?" Xiaoyao Wang waved casually, and a huge palm print bombarded out again, "Fumo's palm."
Feeling that the power and destructive power of that palm was 500,000 jin, Mu Zifeng had a bottom in his heart. He did not fight against each other at all, but fanned his wings and danced in mid-air with Xiaotian. The unique flying ability of the ancestor has lost its advantage in front of Mu Zifeng. In addition to his high realm and strength, it seems impossible for King Xiaoyao to take Mu Zifeng and the other two in just a few moves.
"Do you think you can avoid my attack by force? What a joke." King Xiaoyao did not touch the corner of the other party's clothes three times in a row, and did not become angry. Instead, he snorted. He felt his right arm and grabbed the hand, "Take your palm."
Mu Zifeng suddenly felt a domineering force pressing down on his face, but just as he was about to dodge again, he felt that the power suddenly changed, producing a strong force of devouring attraction. King-level martial arts, which contains the principles of heaven and earth, can turn decay into magic. This move can be either a palm or a capture. It can be changed according to the situation and follow the will, which also responds to the intention of freedom.
"That's all." Mu Zifeng had a bearish momentum, turned his five fingers into a sword, and the five powerful light swallowed it, cutting away the space in front of him. Zhao Xiaotian also shouted delicately and kicked out with a palm, and the strong atmosphere burst out like a volcano. Then there was another slap, and it turned out to be a cold atmosphere like an icy abyss.
Two completely different forces burst out alternately. Even if Xiaoyao Wang frowned slightly, he didn't expect that the two were so difficult to deal with.
"It is very rare for two foreign martial artists to work together to adhere to four moves under the ancestor of Tianrenjing, but their power has stimulated the secret art, and it is unwise to fight with a real ancestor."
"What the senior brother said is that I don't know if they can stick to ten tricks?"
The five special envoys nodded one after another, and it is very rare to be able to do this, which is enough to become a beautiful talk among the secular world. Xiaoyao Wang, it's time for you to show us our means. Mu Zifeng landed on the ground, and her momentum gradually improved. Zhao Xiaotian's heart caused her strong body and cold two forces mixed with each other.
Xiaoyao Wang, who was already a little impatient, saw that the two no longer avoided, but took the initiative to attack and was secretly happy, "You are looking for death." Since he can't use the means of combining nature and man, he can only try his best to condense his innocence. The true power of a heavenly realm condensed, which was simply appalling, and the right palm of King Xiaoyao condensed a shining palm print.
"Dead palm."
The power of this palm emanates, and all the practicing ancestors standing on the high platform are gloomy. Naturally, they can feel the destructive power in it.
"Sweetie, do your best." Mu Zifeng rolled all over, and his long hair exploded. He sent Zhao Xiaotian into the air with his right palm, and then bowed to the ground, supported his hands and feet on the ground. With a bang, he saw a figure like the king of beasts jumping 67 meters away. The whole stage has cracked four huge cracks and extends to the surrounding area.
And with the help of Mu Zifeng's help, Dantian Zhenqi condensed her palms, and her arms stretched out and rushed under a glide in mid-air. Her black hair was floating, her white clothes were fluttering, her posture was flexible and full of power and beauty, as if she had really turned into a white crane.
No one has ever seen this kind of boxing, and he hasn't even heard of it. He can't help holding his breath.
Mu Zifeng burst out 450,000 catties of power, holding the sky with one palm. Zhao Xiaotian burst out with 350,000 huge forces, and the two men's offensive was combined into one.
"Two lines of tigers and cranes."
The strongest palms of the two sides collided, and the two palms were deadlocked in mid-air, and the resulting strength has torn the platform below.
Bang... A shock wave burst out, and in everyone's incredible eyes, the condensed palm of King Xiaoyao finally collapsed. Mu Zifeng's joint attack finally sounded the chest of King Xiaoyao after depleting nine layers of strength.
"Good." Mu Zifeng knew that their combined strength had reached at least 600,000 catties. Even if he could not force the other party back, he could buy a few breaths for himself. Now their strength still has a slight upper hand and shocks them. The qi and blood in the body boiled up, a force integrated into the body, and the external power continued to soar.
He once again asked Xiaotian and sent her into the air. The two turned into a tiger, two into a crane, and two streamer fused into one.
"Two lines of tigers and cranes."
The second time he used the skill of joint attack, although his strength was not as good as the first palm, he also burst out with a huge force of 500,000 pounds. The palm that perfectly fused the domineering, feminine, cold and cold ignored the distance of space and the resistance of the air, and instantly hit the chest of King Xiaoyao.
The power of King Xiaoyao all comes from Dantian's naiveness. After he condenses a palm, the power in his body will consume seven or eight layers. If you want to exert the same attack power, it will take a certain amount of time to gather energy. Where is Mu Zifeng and others as perverted? The powerful power is completely dependent on the outbreak of qi and blood. He finally dissolved the residual power of his first palm and was about to retreat, but his scalp exploded, and his eyebrows seemed to be knocked by a drum, and a strong crisis surged into his mind.
This kind of crisis has not been felt for hundreds of years. After such a long time, King Xiaoyao was thrilled and his subconscious reaction made a strange cry. After a huge bang, the ten-meter-square platform turned into ruins and the stone dust rolled over.
A figure flew out of the stone dust awkwardly, and the eight-clawed dragon robe on King Xiaoyao's body had been torn into many long strips, spreading hair. He flew into the sky, but before he could see the situation in front of him, he suddenly looked up, which made his face pale.
Mu Zifeng flew into the sky with Xiaotian. He wanted to hit him condescendingly again. Unexpectedly, the other party came to the door in a panic, just below his palm.
"The unity of heaven and man." King Xiaoyao's breath moved, and there seemed to be an invisible shield all over his body in an instant, and the whole world solidified.
Mu Zifeng felt that his palm was bombarded on a huge balloon, which was not only impossible to break, but also faintly showed signs of counterattack.
Even so, King Xiaoyao was bombarded into the ruins of the battlefield like a dead leaf, stirring up stone dust all over the sky again. The third palm has exhausted the strength of the two. Mu Zifeng endured the feeling of weakness and landed on the other side of the stage with Zhao Xiaotian in his arms.
A king's figure appeared beside them. It was the ancestor of the chemical war. The praise on his face could not be concealed at all, and he repeatedly said 'very good'.
Mu Zifeng felt a sense of weakness, and everything in front of him became blurred and crumbling. Zhao Xiaotian's delicate face was also extremely pale and her eyes were gloomy. The outbreak just now was a little unbearable for her, which was more mind-consuming than defeating Ning Dong.
The ancestor of Jiantang pressed his palms on the backs of the two people and entered a congenital innocence.
"Hm, what's going on?" Jiantang's ancestor's eyebrows moved slightly. He sensed that the congenital qi stone he entered into Mu Zifeng's body sank into the sea, but disappeared without a trace, and disappeared as much as he entered.
Another figure appeared beside them. It was another female envoy of the chemical field. She looked at the ruins strangely and said disdainfully, "No wonder he and the Roaring King tried their best to cultivate talented descendants. They want to get the way from Lingshan to get promotion. Humph, now it seems that it is delusional to rely on the poor potential of the two of them.
"Brother, he finally disobeyed the order of the Master of the Holy Yuan Empire. What do you think he should do?"
"Since he violated, he will naturally be punished." A loud voice sounded, as if thunder from the sky bombarded down, shaking everyone, including all the ancestors, to change their faces. The momentum contained in the sound was really too powerful.
When everyone heard the sound, they saw a huge shadow above their heads. When they looked carefully, the shadow was actually projected by a giant tiger with soft light all over its body.