The two young masters who have experienced the great baptism of the Chinese and the two great national spiritual martial arts confrontations have finally begun to confront each other head-on.
At the same time as the bell for the start of the martial arts tournament rang.
Wang Hongji, Tan Wendong, the fists of these two young masters collided together, making a huge sound of muscle fighting, and then separated, each taking three steps back to pay attention.
The scorpion-shaped fist in the Wudang Five Poison hand that Wang Hongji has already used, his left wrist hook is really like a scorpion barb, while his right hand is pinched into a snake shape, but it is different from the snake-shaped fist in the shape of the shape, but it is slightly shaking in a mysterious posture.
The right snake and the left scorpion, the snake and scorpion are staggered, which is originally a very vicious fist intent.
However, under the urging of Wang Hongji's Tongzigong power, it is extremely dignified and upright, with a righteous and bright artistic conception.
And Tan Wendong still looks like a sunny young man's lazy appearance, with his hands propped down, posed as a Tangmen gossip palm, standing on the pillar, not wandering, and staring at the opponent with interest.
Wang Hongji's gaze was sharp, and Tan Wendong's gaze was lazy.
The two young masters showed completely different mental temperaments and their respective realms of comprehension of boxing.
All have something of their own.
Suddenly, Wang Hongji shot again, one hand was like a snake out of a hole, and in the blink of an eye, it pierced into Tan Wendong's eyes, and his two fingers were like hooks, and he was actually going to gouge out people's eyes with a fierce force.
When Tan Wendong blocked with his hand, Wang Hongji hooked his other hand silently with his backhand, which happened to hook Tan Wendong's waist.
This scorpion hook seems to be weak, but when everyone present looks at it, there is a kind of needle pricking edge, which makes people feel that a hook will be stabbed on the person's body, and venom will be injected into the hand.
This kind of viciousness, this kind of fierceness, no poison in the hands, and poisonous fist intent, Wang Hongji can be said to have trained the Wudang Five Poison Hands to the point of being superb.
Tan Wendong faced this move, his lazy expression suddenly converged, his eyes were solemn, he suddenly turned around and picked it up, and turned around with gossip to pick up the scorpion hook, and at the same time entered the body, and slammed his palm "through the clouds and chasing electricity" to poke his throat with a straight palm.
These two tricks Tan Wendong can be described as elegant, between the picks and inserts, they all have an elegant and calm demeanor, without the slightest bit of fireworks, and even, even, these two tricks do not have the mellow taste of Baguazhang.
Such a gossip palm can almost be a school of its own.
"Huh" Rao is Wang Hongji drove away all the distractions in his heart, and faced Tan Wendong's two completely different gossip palms.
I was also taken aback in my heart, and I shook my head in my busy schedule, and my hands were like scissors, and I cut in front of my throat, so that a move of "scissor hands" collapsed into the palm of the other party, and then pushed forward at the same time, and flew up with a kick.
Tan Wendong hurriedly returned his hand and also got up, and after the two fought each other, they retreated, looked at each other, and refused to give in to each other.
"Good Risk" Wang Hongji shouted in his heart, if he hadn't had a solid foundation, he would have been robbed of the upper hand by Tan Wendong, and then he would definitely be attacked endlessly by the other party, and finally lost.
The two are evenly matched, and as soon as they fall into the wind, it will be difficult to snatch them back.
"Wang Hongji, be careful."
Tan Wendong said six words lightly between his eyes, and suddenly his feet were moving left and right, like a shuttle weaving cloth, and his body was extremely fast and flickering, so that Wang Hongji couldn't figure out the specific direction.
This is the palm-turning shuttle step in the gossip palm, and when Tan Wendong comes, it is enough to confuse the master's vision, and even feel that the other party cannot find the direction of his attack.
After flickering left and right, suddenly, Tan Wendong's heel didn't know how to spin, and he actually came behind Wang Hongji, and struck out with another palm This is not the elegant blow just now, but the mountains and seas, the waves are as fierce as the waves, and before the palm arrives, the air explodes with repeated explosions, mixed with the sharp chirp of breaking the air, and the sound of this palm seems to be able to pierce and smash the human body No one thought that Tan Wendong, who was like such a sunny boy, would be able to play such a ferocious palm skill.
Wang Hongji also felt a chill behind him, but he was not in a hurry, he rushed forward two steps forward, and with a big backhand, he actually hugged Tan Wendong with a palm, and at the same time, he entered the body, and it was another round hug, straight into the other party's waist, and he still wanted to hug the other party's entire body.
"Monthly Subscription in the Arms" At this time, the corners of Tan Wendong's eyes also moved slightly, and he felt Wang Hongji's hug, which simply sealed all his changes, and between his hands together, he also blocked his hands, and he couldn't exert any force.
Faced with this move, he had no choice but to retreat.
Fortunately, his footwork was very fast, and when he retreated, he was like a lightning speed, and it was five or six meters in an instant.
However, Wang Hongji's footwork is faster, and he is simply following him, not allowing Tan Wendong to have any respite at all.
One hug and one retreat, in the blink of an eye, it is thirty or forty meters.
Seeing that this continues, Tan Wendong is in danger.
But to everyone's surprise, Tan Wendong suddenly stopped his body and drilled down after withdrawing for dozens of meters, like a "golden cicada out of its shell", but his body was a little awkward, not the authentic kind.
Wang Hongji naturally wouldn't let him use the "golden cicada shell" to flash out of his "moon in his arms", his hands were between the hugs, and he fished down, opened his ten fingers widely, bent them into a hook, and grabbed Tan Wendong's body.
However, Tan Wendong's momentum of drilling suddenly stopped, changed his body style, and grabbed eight steps diagonally, and he was out of Wang Hongji's range at once.
"Huh" Wang Hongji didn't expect Tan Wendong to really get out, his eyes stared at the other party's figure, and he also saw clearly that the other party's eight steps were snatched, and the leg method was playing, like a bowstring, it turned out to be Tan's leg running method.
"Tan Leg's long-lost leg secret trick eight steps to catch the cicada" A classic move flashed in Wang Hongji's head, but his body followed violently and continued to attack, of course he couldn't let Tan Wendong deal with it so calmly.
However, just as he rushed out of his body, Tan Wendong took another eight steps, and actually snatched it back, a long breath spewed violently, and his palms came out together, as fast as lightning and thunder, and bombarded out repeatedly.
Wang Hongji only felt a mountain of palm shadows striking over him, enveloping the vital parts of his body.
"He must have just used eight steps to catch the cicadas, and at the same time, he used the means of the Tangmen dragon and snake to attack the giant python Tudan, to stimulate the potential, and attack violently, to knock me down, if I can survive this wave of attacks, his physical strength will definitely be exhausted."
Wang Hongji also instantly understood why Tan Wendong's attack was so ferocious.
So he took a deep breath, stretched his muscles and bones all over his body, released his strength, and palmed it with his fists, and in an instant, the two fought hard, splitting hundreds of hands.
It's all real work, not the slightest bit of fancy.
"Why is his fist getting heavier and heavier" Wang Hongji only felt that Tan Wendong's palm was heavier than the other, the ferocity of each punch was higher than the other, and the fierce pursuit and fierce attack like a stormy wave forced him to be unable to breathe at all, and he couldn't support it.
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Finally.
Wang Hongji couldn't hold his breath, his hand eased a little, and was slashed down by Tan Wendong's palm, and he struck away the defensive blocking hands with two hands in a row, and punched it on the shoulder.
Click The shoulder is dislocated, and the arm hangs limply.
"I lost" Holding his arms, Wang Hongji took dozens of steps in a row, his face was pale, and he made a regretful sound.
Whew, huh.
Tan Wendong didn't answer Wang Hongji's words at all, because he was only busy wheezing, and he couldn't answer at all, and the sweat all over his body had already soaked his whole body to water.
Wang Hongji's guess was not wrong, this round of fierce attacks is the limit of his outbreak, as long as he is hard to pass, he is the end of the crossbow, the silk can not be penetrated, can only be slaughtered.
Fortunately, Wang Hongji's onslaught did not resist this round of onslaught, and he was physically exhausted at the last moment, deflated, and lost.
When Wang Hongji walked out of the venue with his arms in his hands, Tan Wendong took a few breaths before finally taking a step and walking out step by step.
The sweat on his body seemed to be a faucet that couldn't be turned off, and it was still dripping.
"You still haven't passed this level in the end, it's really a line between victory and defeat, and his physical strength has been exhausted."
When Wang Hongji walked up to the stands, Luo Xiaomeng looked at Tan Wendong in the distance, shook his head and sighed deeply.
"Victory or defeat is up to the sky, we can't control it, you and Huo Ling'er still have a battle, it depends on how you are."
Wang Hongji's face had returned to normal at this time, but his expression of regret was still on his face.
After this round.
It's another new round of battles.
Two more large, bright red names appeared on the computer's large screen.
Zhao Xinglong.
Liu Jiajun.
Seeing their names, the two young masters walked to the center of the venue and nodded to each other, but they were not like the previous tense formation of drawing swords, but they looked polite, as if it was not a cruel battle for the title of the top ten masters in the world, but a private and relaxed exchange and exchange.
Seeing the demeanor of these two young masters, everyone present couldn't help but nod secretly in their hearts.
Even those foreigners who kill people like hemp, at this moment, they can't help but feel that "the Chinese are worthy of being a nation of etiquette".
These two young masters, Zhao Xinglong is relatively rough, of course, this is only relative.
Liu Jiajun is worthy of being the most handsome among the young masters, the one in Yushu Linfeng, wearing light blue clothes, nodding, arching his hands and clenching his fists, and putting down his hands, which posture is full of meticulously carved demeanor.
I can't see it at all, this is a master of dozens of fierce martial arts such as Taiwan's authentic eight poles, white ape through the back, and splitting and hanging long hammers.
Wherever he stood, there was a word called grace that was vividly displayed.
Even the old nobles of Western countries who speak of gentlemen, when they see his demeanor, feel like a barbarian.
"Such a personable oriental master, it is best to recruit him as a son-in-law."
At this time, the Western aristocrats who watched this martial arts conference through various channels had such thoughts in their hearts, and at the same time, Liu Jiajun had already become the idol of those Western wealthy girls.
To be continued: