Super black turtle clone

() "Junior, you are proud of being able to force this old man to display his true unique skills, but this old man advises you to admit defeat now. The iron-making hand that this old man practiced is an advanced technique of Iron Sand Palm, which possesses enormous power. To the extreme, as the name suggests, you can easily refine steel, although the old man's aptitude has not been able to reach that level, a palm is enough to break your muscles and bones, and burn your flesh." Standing on the spot, Dong Wuya looked confident said of persuasion.

In his opinion, Zhuo Yun has such strength at such a young age, he is already considered a genius in martial arts, and he can't help but feel pity for talent. After all, once he fights, even he can't fully grasp the domineering palm of the iron-smelting hand .

"Thank you for your kindness, senior. I still want to feel the power of senior's iron forging hands."

Speaking of Zhuo Yun's eyes, there was a strong fighting spirit, and the feeling of being evenly matched made him excited.

"If you don't listen to dissuasion, you will regret it!"

Shaking his head, Dong Wuya felt displeased, and stopped persuading him with a slightly cold expression. The fiery temperature emanating from his hands soared again, and he rushed towards Zhuo Yun.

Feeling the threat from Dong Wuya's hands, Zhuo Yun suddenly had a thought in his heart.

The strongest ability of Guixi ** lies in defense, and this moment is just a good opportunity to test his defense. He is confident that even if he cannot completely resist the attack of the Iron Hand, he will not be seriously injured.

It was precisely because of such self-confidence that he gave up resisting, stepped forward to meet Dong Wuya's hands, and charged forward.

Dong Wuya, who was using all his strength, never expected that Zhuo Yun would do such a death-seeking behavior, and when he reacted and wanted to withdraw his strength, it was already too late.

Even Wang Yun, who was watching, was stunned by Zhuo Yun's behavior. Of course, he was more gloating in his heart.

Two fiery red palms, like hot irons, were heavily imprinted on Zhuo Yun's chest.

"Boom!"

Accompanied by two muffled bombardment sounds, fiery air waves surged, tearing apart the clothes on Zhuo Yun's top, and a burst of charred black smoke emerged from his chest.

In an instant, Zhuo Yun felt as if two pieces of soldering iron were placed on his body, and the fire poison spewed from his chest to his body, the strong force seemed to crush his chest.

"Buzz!"

The vitality that circulates according to the turtle's breath formula, under the attack of the Iron Hand, is like a swarm of hornets that have been touched by a hive, immediately rushing out to the fire poison pouring into the body, and intercepting the strong force of the Iron Hand .

His figure swayed, and Zhuo Yun stepped back two and a half steps, leaving clear footprints on the ground.

"How is this possible!" Wang Yun stepped forward in astonishment, looking at the calm Zhuo Yun with disbelief.

He is very clear about the power of the iron forging hand. Even a stone tablet is enough to smash it with one palm, and if it is a tree, the high temperature of the iron forging hand is enough to scorch a piece of black.

In Wang Yun's sight, Zhuo Yun's chest was hit, except for the clothes scorched by the high temperature of the iron smelter, the skin turned red but did not turn black.

Not only Wang Yun, but Dong Wuya who performed it himself also had a dull expression on his face. He had never encountered anyone who could directly take over his iron-making hand without being seriously injured.

"Huhu!" The vitality in his body surged, and Zhuo Yun exhaled a scorching hot and poisonous air when he opened his mouth, and his eyes were full of excitement.

"Be careful, it's my turn to attack."

Accompanied by the words, Zhuo Yun's whole body seemed to be equipped with propellers. As the vitality in his body circulated, a steady stream of power was generated, and he displayed his form and meaning step by step, and rushed to Dong Wuya's body in the blink of an eye.

With many days of practice, Zhuo Yun's forward figure stopped like Mount Tai in an instant, his feet were rooted in the ground, and his fists were gathered on both sides of his waist. Powerful, powerful but the most surging Paoquan style.

Under full power, as he waved his fists, the vitality in his body surged into his arms, and there was a burst of punching force on his fists, as if two shells had really condensed.

Feeling the power of the pair of fists, Dong Wuya's complexion changed drastically, and the temperature of his hands glowing with scorching red light increased greatly, and he slapped Zhuo Yun's fist, trying to resist the bombardment of his pair of cannon fists.

"Boom!"

Fist and palm met, accompanied by the roaring impact, Dong Wuya, whose hands were red, let out a scream, and his whole body flew out as if being hit by a speeding car.

"This, how is this possible."

Wang Yun, whose hair was blown loose by the aftermath of the berserk fist, stared blankly at Dong Wuya who fell seven or eight meters away, spitting blood, and repeated the words he had exclaimed just now.

Compared to the horrified Wang Yun, Zhuo Yun seemed calm and composed, with sparkles in his eyes.

This kind of battle with evenly matched masters made him feel more comfortable than ever, and he also had a lot of insights into his own kung fu moves. His eyes stared at Dong Wuya who was trembling up from the ground with the fighting spirit still in his eyes.

Under Zhuo Yun's war-like gaze, Dong Wuya, who barely stood up, was so frightened that his heart trembled violently, and he almost fell to the ground again.

The Pao Fist move just now not only broke his arms, but even his whole body almost fell apart. Now he can stand up completely because of the willpower of many years of martial arts training.

"Ahem, Your Excellency is very skilled, the little old man is ashamed of himself, sorry to bother you."

After hastily admitting defeat, Dong Wuya was ashamed to stay here any longer, called Wang Yun over, and walked away quickly with his arms.

Thinking of how many times he reminded Zhuo Yun to admit defeat just now, Dong Wuya felt ashamed, his old face was completely lost.

Regarding Dong Wuya's departure, Zhuo Yun did not stop him, even though the old guy was here to cause trouble, he reminded himself twice in a row during the battle that it was indeed the utmost benevolence, and there was no need to kill them all.

In addition to this reason, there is another very important reason, that is, after the battle just now, he has gained a lot of insights in his mind. Now he urgently needs time to integrate these things he learned in the battle. It will get twice the result with half the effort.

This basketball court is located in a remote location and no one came to disturb him, so that he could completely immerse himself in the feeling, standing there in a daze from time to time, or attacking with sudden footsteps, took it for more than an hour, until it was dark. I just woke up from my practice.

After an hour, he gained a lot, and of course there are some unsatisfactory places.

Originally, he had a brainstorm and planned to integrate the perception of the surrounding water flow into his own moves and body skills when holding his breath in the pool, but it is a pity that it may be because the background is too shallow, this kind of mysterious thing is very mysterious. It is difficult to achieve integration, after all, he is only a little bit of perception that is not even superficial.

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