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Chapter 559 (Subscribe)

Lou Guanlan knew what Xue Huaiyong could see, his face was gloomy, and his eyes were a little nervous.

Although he has repeatedly raised his opinion of Cao Zhan, he unexpectedly ignored the strength of the opponent, not only in terms of skill and foundation, but also in terms of his personal combat qualities, which are not comparable to ordinary warriors.

Now, Zhao Daizong, in fact, the range of maneuvering and avoidance has become smaller and smaller, and there are fewer and fewer contingency moves. Therefore, there must be a head-on collision between the two.

I only hope that Zhao Daizong can live up to his expectations and win the opponent.

In fact, there is no way to put all hope on Zhao Daizong. He is the best and the only candidate. Apart from him, other Houtian warriors will lose faster in the face of Cao Zhan.

It is enough to be able to delay for such a long time right now, and still have a first-line possibility of winning.

The opinions and expectations of outsiders are actually meaningless to Zhao Daizong. Only he himself knows what kind of pressure is facing Cao Zhan.

Relying on bodywork, footwork, dodging, and retreating is just an idealized direction, but it may not be realized. As it is now, he is observing and looking for flaws in Cao Zhan's martial arts, and the opponent is doing the same thing.

The bad thing is that he hasn't gained anything yet, and the opponent has gradually gotten used to his body and footwork, and his boxing moves are becoming more and more forward-looking.

It is to block the direction where his movement is going to reach in advance, making his situation more and more difficult.

Tong Bei Fist was originally a fierce and brittle boxing technique, each move contained great power, but now it blocked the reach of his body skills and attacked its vital points, making it even more powerful.

"We can't go on like this. We must find an opportunity and make a quick decision."

Zhao Daizong's feet moved, like a flying snake on the grass, it bounced out vigorously, avoiding the fiery red fist again.

However, a piece of clothing on the chest was grazed by Ling Rui's bursting fist, and it was torn apart instantly, and the skin on the chest was also in hot pain, and I made a decision in my heart.

In the general outline of the continuous force of turtles and snakes, there is such a passage that winning a person depends on the flexibility of his steps so that the other can't touch himself, so he can gain momentum;

One of the victors, he was able to achieve his wish when he started the war, but now it is gradually difficult to achieve, and he has even become a disadvantage.

Shengren [-], because of the relationship between martial arts, it was difficult to implement from the beginning, and he dared not accept the move, how to volatile and unrestrained strike?
In addition, Cao Zhan's skills are strong, he spends recklessly, and he is still full of internal energy, like a rolling river, it is even more difficult to see the hope of victory.

Just when everyone thought that this kind of hide-and-seek competition would continue, the situation on the field changed drastically.

Cao Zhan cracked the air with the brittleness of the Tongbei fist, causing the energy to shock and shake. He wanted to continue to suppress Zhao Daizong's movement range, but the point he thought he would hit was suddenly empty.

It's not that he made a mistake in his calculations, but that Zhao Daizong kept his body calm this time, standing on the ground with his legs, and took root on the ground.

His palm technique is also very mysterious, his left palm is in the shape of a snake, swaying left and right, ups and downs, waves of vigor are constantly ups and downs, and a boa constrictor with a snake core can be vaguely seen coiling around it.

His right palm is standing still, unmoving, with an unwavering aura growing, the palm is strong and solid, like a tortoise shell propped on his chest, full of mysterious textures.

Serpentine, active, yin, soft.

Turtle shape, the main static, for Yang, like rigid.

In an instant, between Zhao Daizong's hands, there was movement, yin and yang, hardness and softness, and the strength of the palm was swayed, and the whole person disappeared in place. In the sunlight, in front of everyone, there was only a giant snake on the back of a turtle looking up to the sky. Roaring is also a mastery of kung fu, and the future is boundless.

"Good work!"

This move immediately drew applause from all the halls, not only the Iron Hand Club's more than a thousand gang members applauded, even the warriors under the Meng family's command were also full of admiration.

Although Zhao Daizong was dismissed in front, thinking that he was a coward and a disgrace to warriors, but the big guy's eyes are sharp, whether his kung fu is high or his hands are hard, once this set of turtle and snake palms is out, there is no need to argue.

Not only these Acquired Warriors, but also all the Xiantian present were amazed when they saw this move. Martial arts should be practiced to the core, at least equivalent to Dacheng, or even higher, which is a test of personal ability.

More importantly, this set of tortoise and snake palm techniques has an extremely lofty artistic conception. They are clearly two completely different charms, but they can be harmoniously accommodated together, and even produce subtle chemical reactions. The power is limitless.

In the future, if Zhao Daizong can step into the innate, he can even use this kind of spirit to condense the appearance of the turtle and snake, flow the rhyme of Taoism, and integrate offense and defense.

Without any warning, Cao Zhan's Tongbei Fist hit the condensed Qi of the Tortoise Snake Palm, and with a whirr, the air wave swept all directions, the fiery red fist light and the transparent Qi rushed together.

Everyone saw that the phantom of the turtle and snake was still standing in place, while Cao Zhan was taken a step back by the shock, and even his strong and burly body trembled slightly.

The warriors of the Meng family became worried one after another, secretly guessing, could it be that this palm forced Cao Zhan to suffer internal injuries?
It's not impossible. First, Cao Zhan didn't expect that Zhao Daizong would take his punch hard. The strength of the punch may be weakened a little. The stronger the force, the greater the backlash and backlash. Everyone knows this truth.

Only Han Pu smiled slightly, knowing that Cao Zhan had no internal injuries from the shock, but just felt excited when he met a good opponent.

Sure enough, after Cao Zhan retreated, he gave a loud shout and rushed forward again without any hesitation.

During the action, his breath was like a dragon's snake, transpiring with white smoke, to supply the whole body with incredible explosive power.

The tyrannical and ferocious eyes overflowed, and the whole person turned into a running and jumping giant ape with infinite strength, smashing the extremely hard concrete surface with a rumble, splashing potholes one after another, and gravel splashing.

On his fist, the internal force was condensed, and the blood-red fist glow burst out with a dazzling brilliance like the sun.

The next moment, two groups of small red suns, with unrivaled momentum, slammed into the turtle and snake entrenched in the void.

The roar of the ape, the cry of the snake, and the cry of the tortoise filled the area for several miles, and once suppressed the sound of the rushing river and tide beside the Taikoo warehouse...

Circles of incomparably bright light spots erupted in the void, setting off a frantic undercurrent, and within three feet of the center of the fight, it was completely covered by smoke and dust.

The aftermath was terrifying.

Everyone knows that this move is the decisive move, who will be stronger in the end?
After a long time, the smoke and dust dispersed, and the situation of the two people in the field fell into everyone's eyes.

Lou Guanlan's eyes narrowed slightly, his complexion was not good, nor was he disappointed, he just looked at the result calmly.

Zhao Daizong, after all, lost.

(End of this chapter)