However, Fengyinglin's boxing power was too overbearing. By the fifth palm, Wu Ling could only dissolve nine layers of boxing power, and abruptly received one layer of his boxing power. Wu Ling felt as if he had reached this body. The limit.
A tremendous amount of power came from the palm of the palm and directly entered the bottom of my heart. A heart-piercing pain completely occupied the whole body, and Wu Ling was still clenching his teeth.
Wu Ling's hand was like cotton, his body was like a lingering nail, tightly against Fengyinglin. This fits the essence of Wudang Mianzhang. When facing a stronger opponent than yourself, don’t be shy to face it head-on, but bravely step forward and continuously suppress the opponent’s punching space. The space is reduced and the force of the fist is natural. It's too small.
Wu Ling understands this. Although his body is suffering from huge pain, his palms are not slow at all. Fengyinglin is faster, Wuling is faster than him, Fengyinglin is stronger, and Wuling's unloading power is stronger.
Feng Yinglin saw that his double-fist attacks repeatedly failed, and he was slightly anxious. His opponent was just a super waste material who had not broken through the realm of leather refining after ten years of practice, and he was a genius warrior who happened to be the opposite of him, for a long time. A sense of superiority does not allow him to waste so much time on a piece of waste material.
Feng Yinglin's thoughts were turned, and he was already thinking about it. A beautiful smile flashed abruptly on his handsome face. This smile was matched with his knife-like face. The beauty was extremely beautiful, but it was frightening.
On the side, Beitangqiu and Yuntong grew their mouths at the same time, their legs trembled involuntarily, and a few drops of cold sweat broke out on their foreheads. When they looked at each other, they could see the fear that was cold to their bones in each other's eyes.
"Master Feng laughed! Master Feng actually laughed?" There were a few sharp-eyed people in the crowd, and immediately shouted, "Isn't this a normal contest, how can Master Feng be."
"How come Master Feng laughed? I remember that in the Wufeng Competition five years ago, the opponents who saw Fengyinglin's smile were already dead. There has never been an exception. It seems that I hope this time. This time." Speaking of this, thinking of the tragic situation of those young talents who died tragically under Fengyinglin five years ago, they couldn't continue.
Fengyinglin's fist wind gradually slowed down, and there was a charming smile on the corner of her mouth. The girl who didn't know the situation would definitely regard him as his prince charming. Only those who knew the situation knew that this smile was not for you. To show friendship, but to give you a meeting gift to meet the king of Hades.
Wu Ling's energy was concentrated, all energy was put on Fengyinglin, deaf to the reactions of the people around him, but he felt that Fengyinglin's fist wind suddenly slowed down, slightly surprised in his heart.
Originally, as long as Fengyinglin made dozens of punches in such a storm, he would definitely be unable to resist it, but he didn't expect that he would take the initiative to slow down.
Out of joy, Wu Ling immediately discovered that something was not right. Until now, Fengyinglin's attacks on him were completely focused on his fists. He didn't use palms, fingerings, and even more useless. Legwork.
The more Wu Ling thought about it, the more wrong he became. His level in the heyday of his previous life was slightly better than Fengyinglin, but at that time, he had already mastered no less than fifty kinds of martial arts. Boxing, palm, fingering, swordsmanship, legs, and body skills. There are dozens of martial arts that can be learned for each attack method. Among them, once the legwork is practiced to the extreme, the damage caused by the attack is the most powerful. Strong, after all, the explosive power on human feet is much stronger than the explosive power on hands.
Wu Ling didn’t have time to think about it. Seeing Fengyinglin’s Quan Feng suddenly slowed down, he knew that he was going to change his moves. However, his two palms still played a set of Wudang cotton palms. With internal strength as a support, Wuling has lost all internal strength, so he has no choice but to cope with all changes and use Wudang Mianzhang to deal with him.
The smile on Feng Yinglin's face gradually changed from a smile to a big laugh, and then the strength on both fists soared, which was even more powerful than the first punch just now, but this punch missed Wu Ling's chest and took the martial arts straight away. Ling's forehead.
"Hmph, it's not much better than a trash!" Feng Yinglin snorted coldly in his nose, then said.
Wu Ling didn't listen to Qing Fengyinglin's words, he focused all his attention on Fengyinglin's blow. If this punch is hit, it will not die or be disabled. Seeing the momentum of this punch, he dared not use the Wudang cotton palm to pick it up.
However, this also left Wu Ling enough flaws. Fighting the enemy's chest and abdomen with double punches was actually an offensive and defensive coup. When hitting the enemy's forehead, his chest and abdomen would show a lot of openness.
After all, Wu Ling was a martial arts prodigy in his previous life. In the midst of the crisis, he was short, covered his body with his hands, and at the same time, he spotted the empty door in Fengyinglin's abdomen, and used his whole body strength to kick over.
This blow is already the limit of what this body can do. The previous few continuous blows of Wudang Mianzhang have consumed too much physical strength of Wu Ling. Although Wudang Mianzhang can be used to relieve strength, it is also The user is required to have a certain amount of power.
Wu Ling pressed all his hopes on this blow, his waist and abdomen quickly twisted, and his hips fell sharply. This could fully stimulate the power of the human body's waist and abdomen. The legs were first curled up and then in mid-air. It stretched out fiercely and galloped towards Fengyinglin's abdomen like a meteor and lightning.
"Now!" Wu Ling shouted loudly.
"I'll go!" followed by a curse, "It's really legwork!" Wu Ling cursed and fell to the ground, unbiased and just landed directly on the ground, and sturdyly fell a dog to eat shit.
It turned out that Fengyinglin's heavy punch turned out to be a false move, and his real killer move was his legs. At the moment when Wu Ling's feet were about to hit the target, the dawn of victory suddenly shone on Fengyinglin.
Feng Yinglin's double fists suddenly retracted, and at the same time, the waist and abdomen quickly twisted, and the hips fell sharply. The legs first curled up and then stretched out in mid-air. The action is exactly the same as Wu Ling, but the speed is different. It's so fast that it comes first.
With legs to legs, Wu Ling's body naturally did not have any advantage, and was bullied by Feng Yinglin neatly, kicking him to the ground with one foot.
Wu Ling's body suddenly fell apart, his stomach turned overwhelming, his throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood was already spouting. There seemed to be thousands of horses galloping in his head, buzzing, and he couldn't hear a word from the outside world.
The situation was extremely critical just now. Fengyinglin's kick was obviously a powerful killer move. Its purpose was to put Wuling to death. Fortunately, Wudang's good posture, Wu Ling turned over in mid-air, avoiding his abdomen. The key to this, but his butt was seriously injured.
After waiting, his groggy head gradually became awake, Wu Ling wiped the mud and blood from his mouth, clenched his fists tightly, and slowly got up from the ground, just in time to see a pair of beautiful big eyes tense Looked at him.