"Infinitely close to the power of the eighth layer ...of Qi cultivation," Zhang Heng's eyes burst with excitement.
Sure enough, he was not mistaken, this Situ Longxiang could indeed be regarded as an opponent.
If Bei Yingchen really fought with him, then he would definitely die.
Speaking of which, he also saved his life.
He took a half-step back, pressed his palm into the void, and then kneaded it lightly, like dough.
That strength was blocked by his hands, kneaded, rubbed, weakened little by little, and finally disappeared into invisibility.
"Four or two thousand pounds!" A martial artist flushed with excitement: "This trick can still be used like this?" "
For many people, four or two thousand pounds, that is the first move used, because it is basic, so many people rarely use it in the later stage, and now this look, only to find that the simpler the thing, the more profound the truth contained in it.
Many people were inspired and nodded their heads.
However, Zhang Heng felt a little funny, he was not a thousand pounds at all, but using spiritual power to wrap the internal strength and dissolve it little by little, this is the same as defusing a bomb, every step must be precise and cautious, and if there is a slight mistake, it will be a loss!
That is, he used to be an immortal venerable, and his application of spiritual power can be called the peak, otherwise it would never be so easy to dissolve.
"You are very similar to Bei Yingchen!"
Situ Longxiang's pupils contracted suddenly, and he said coldly.
"If I give you another three years, maybe I won't be your opponent."
"However, you are too anxious to challenge me!"
"I thought that I would kill Bei Yingchen today, but I didn't expect to be preempted by you, but that's good, you are more genius than him, and strangling genius is a very exciting thing!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed madly.
There was no vain volley step like before, but down-to-earth, every step was like a sledgehammer chiseling the ground, stepping on the ground and appearing shallow pits, his hands first brewed in his chest, and then slammed into a fist, like a cannon popping out and boring, and a violent air explosion sounded in the air!
"Cannon Fist!"
The fist is as its name suggests, every punch is thrown, it is like a heavy cannon, which shocks Zhang Heng's mouth painfully, and his bones are a little soft.
"This is Eight Gate Fist!" The old martial artist who spoke before said: "Bamen Boxing is not a profound boxing method, it was created in the late Qing Dynasty, as a kind of introductory boxing method, many people are too lazy to learn, but they didn't expect it to have such power!" "
"This is enough to show a truth, there are no garbage martial arts in the world, only martial artists who can't use them."
Many warriors nodded, a little ashamed.
They dislike cannon boxing and feel that it is a basic boxing method that is not worth studying, but top masters such as Situ Longxiang regard it as a housekeeping skill and show the true meaning of cannon boxing to the fullest.
Situ Long's elephant frame stretched, the force was violent, the offensive was like a wave, wave after wave, in addition to punching, he also used his elbow to hit Zhang Heng, top, pick, press, shoulder, grid, frame, all elbow methods were vividly and vividly performed by him, full of momentum!
"You're done!"
Situ Longxiang had the upper hand, and he was full of spirit, and every time he punched, he recited the mantra.
Robbing and killing a single whip is rare in the world, and the sky-high cannon is the second shun;
Flash cannon three-fist King Kong suit, open the door and insert the body,
The swallow snatched the nest and rescued the cannon, and the black tiger wrapped the humerus cannon and urged;
Chaoyang sent a cannon forward, and the two ears fired the cannon and pushed it with both hands:
After putting on and pulling out, take the mandarin duck step, and the arrow step comes back all over the body;
To know the name and surname of this fist, the eight cannon fists are as urgent as thunder.
This is a boxing book, and he recites it, one is to add momentum to himself, and the other is to hit Zhang Heng, trying to distract him.
"Boom!" Situ Longxiang suddenly changed his moves, and his hands were wrapped, as if he was holding a big mountain.
He rushed over and "smashed" towards Zhang Heng's head! "
Whether it was Zhang Heng or the onlookers, they all felt as if a big mountain had really appeared in that invisible place, and smashed down according to Zhang Heng's head!
"Oh my God, his fist intent has condensed into a mountain, this is the legendary fist intent incarnation, he has touched the threshold of the martial saint!" There are warriors holding their heads, almost going crazy.
Martial saints, transcendent saints, anyone who can become a martial saint, at least a thousand years famous, and even set up a temple for people to worship.
"It is said that in Kyushu, China, every state has a martial saint!"
"They sit in a state and don't move easily."
"The strength of the Martial Saint determines the strength of a state!"
Many whispered and mentioned a legend that was circulating in the martial arts world.
"If this legend is true, then Situ Longxiang is about to become a martial saint, he is from Yanzhou, and by that time, won't there be two martial saints in Yanzhou? Aren't we going to be dwarves in Dongzhou? There are Dongzhou warriors who are straightforward and express their worries.
"Alas, that's all something that the top masters think about, and the gods fight, and we can't get involved." The old warrior shook his head and looked at the field.
Zhang Heng frowned slightly.
Situ Longxiang's sudden change of tactics did give him a certain amount of pressure, but in this way, it was in line with his heart.
"Martial Saint?" He naturally heard other people's discussions, and his eyes burst out with joy in his eyes: "You have already taken out the ability to press the bottom of the box, then, I will also start!" "
His hands are sealed, but they are also kneaded into mountains.
This action is exactly the same as Situ Longxiang's sky-bombarding hand!
"You're learning from me?" Situ Longxiang was shocked and angry.
"Not bad." Zhang Heng nodded.
His learning ability is already extremely strong, and the so-called Heaven Booming Hand can be regarded as a kind of advanced martial arts, but compared with the cultivation of secret methods, it is naturally much worse, so just by looking at it once, Zhang Heng knows the details.
Even if Situ Longxiang is a martial saint, there is a level gap with him, not to mention that he is not yet.
With the same sky-bombarding hand, Situ Longxiang used internal strength, and Zhang Heng used spiritual power.
From the beginning, the two were not on the same level.
"Impossible!" Situ Longxiang felt the pressure, and his eyes were full of disbelief.
Zhang Heng also held an invisible mountain, strode over, and collided with him fiercely.
The collision of two mountains directly knocked him down!
Zhang Heng didn't move at all, stepped forward again, and the shape of the mountain changed, as if it had been transferred to his shoulder, and he took his shoulder as a mountain and directly hit it.
Situ Longxiang took seven steps back, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and barely stopped!
"He is also infinitely close to the Martial Saint, and is much stronger than Situ Long Xiang, the former can do whatever he wants, and every part of his body can be turned into a weapon, while the latter is still in the initial stage of mastery..." someone judged.
Many people have twitching cheeks, how old is Zhang Hengcai? At this age, he is so close to the Martial Saint, so doesn't it mean that it is only a matter of time before he steps into the realm of the Martial Saint? "
"Dongzhou, do you have to produce another martial saint?" Many Dongzhou warriors moved in their hearts, and looked at Zhang Heng with some admiration and awe in their eyes.
In the field, Zhang Heng rushed over again, he hadn't moved his muscles for a long time, and he wanted to have a good time today.
"Incapacitated!" However, Situ Longxiang was cowardly.
He had only one thought, get out of here!
It is not easy for him to get to this point, and he doesn't want to die in the ring today.
If he had known that there was such a demon, he wouldn't have come back today!
So he turned and ran away.
"Want to escape?" Zhang Heng frowned, and a cold color flashed in his eyes.
Originally, he didn't have any killing intent, but Situ Longxiang wanted to escape, which was undoubtedly very disappointing.
He snorted coldly and slapped it in the air.
Just a few meters up, Situ Longxiang, who was about to flee in volley, fell down with a bang.
He glanced back at Zhang Heng and smiled bitterly.
"I shouldn't have fought you!"
As the words fell, he spat out red blood and collapsed.
A martial arts master who was about to break through the Martial Saint fell in front of everyone's eyes.
Everyone looked at Zhang Heng and only felt that this person was extremely terrifying.
"With his strength, it's easy to kill me."
"In the face of this kind of strength, what is the use of money and power?"
"Escape, I have to escape, this place should not stay for a long time!"
The fear in Chu Man's heart was about to overflow, he got up and crawled out of the box.
At this moment, the Chu family's glory, background, connections, money, and power did not give him the slightest sense of security.
How is this possible?