Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 1091 Aegis palm, blood like clouds, spine like dragons! (two more)

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On the martial arts arena.

Nie Niannian looked at Di Po who was standing [-] meters away. This young foreign expert looked very relaxed and casual. Standing there now, he looked full of flaws, but with his spiritual power, he faintly felt that every Every flaw is a Jedi.

not simple!
Some professors from the Nanjing Martial Arts Academy saw the clues, and the eight guest lecturers also raised their eyebrows. They haven't seen this kind of charm in a young man for a long time. Generally speaking, it is difficult to have this kind of charm without long-term tempering and suffering With a casual temperament, it can be seen that this kid's cultivation level is probably not low, and I am afraid that he will not be weaker than the little monk on Mount Putuo before. Since he dared to end, he must be sure.

"God Lord Enlong, God loves the world," Di Po looked at Nie Niannian and said with a smile, "I am Di Po, a believer in God, please enlighten me."

Nagging!

Nie Niannian curled his lips inwardly, but his eyes became more serious. Under the perception of his spiritual power, he couldn't find a definite flaw, which was unique among the masters of the same generation who were fighting so far.

If there is no flaw, make a flaw!

Immediately, Nie Niannian's eyes were full of fighting spirit, he stepped on the ground suddenly, using [-]% of his strength, there was a muffled sound in the martial arts arena, he crossed [-] meters away, and appeared in front of Di Po. A fist went straight forward, without the slightest fancy, but it almost split the air, making a sharp fist whistling sound.

The pinnacle of martial arts!
There are many master-level figures here, their eyes are like torches, and it can be seen at a glance that Nie Niannian at this moment, with extreme speed and strength, has reached the peak level of martial arts. Seconds, this punch may not be as powerful as the punch just now, but it is clean and neat, and can best force out the strength of the opponent.

Everyone watched intently.

A snow-white palm was raised, seemingly slowly but quickly, and it was placed in front of the fist.

boom!
The fist entered the palm, but the stem didn't move at all, and the arm didn't even tremble. On the other hand, Nie Niannian's fist hurt, and the palm was like an iron wall, which couldn't be shaken at all.

call!
Nie Niannian kept walking, his toes were circled, his body was like a spinning top, he turned around and punched again, there was no gap between the two punches, this punch was stronger and heavier than the one just now, this is a brand new eight-step Bengquan , once unfolded, it will continue continuously, like the water of the Yangtze River, mighty and mighty, until it completely overwhelms the opponent.

boom!boom!boom!boom!
In just three seconds, Nie Niannian punched dozens of punches, and each punch was higher than the tide, and the power of the punches became stronger. The punching technique itself pushed the punching power to an unattainable level for ordinary martial artists. situation.

Is this the Eight Step Bengquan?

The creator of the Ba-step Bengquan looked shocked. It was like heaven and earth. If this is the real Ba-step Bengquan, his Ba-step Bengquan can only be regarded as a prototype, and even the prototype is a bit reluctant.

Such a strong boxing technique!
Even the guest lecturers of the two major martial arts academies all looked sideways at them. Their state is not low, and their eyesight is beyond the reach of ordinary professors. It can be seen that Nie Niannian's boxing skills are extraordinary. He must have been taught by an expert, no less than some martial arts in China. The inherited martial arts may not even be inferior to the Vajra Arhat Boxing of Naputuo Temple.

This kind of boxing strength has already exceeded fifteen tons, and the great martial artist who has just been promoted only has thirty tons of strength. Generally speaking, the peak strength of a martial artist is only ten tons.

Stand still!

Although I really don't want to imagine the meaning of these four words, many students, instructors, and professors of Nanjing Martial Arts Academy have to admit that Tipo, this handsome and tall blond young man in the martial arts arena, has one hand in front of him , is like a divine shield, separating all attacks and intercepting all of Nie Niannian's punches. The nearly fifteen tons of fist force fell on it, causing a wave of air, but it couldn't make him retreat half a step.

"Your boxing skills are acceptable, but you can't break through my shield palm."

When Di Po opened his mouth, he smiled, but there was a kind of pride in his brows and eyes. The ancient knight's warfare, which originated from the gift of God, could not be shaken by ordinary people.

"It's actually the Aegis Palm!"

A professor from the Nanjing Martial Arts Academy exclaimed that it was the knightly warfare of the Holy See Crusaders. The legendary god-given martial arts cannot be learned by non-crusader knights. How did this exchange student of the Holy See Martial Arts Academy learn it?

boom! boom! boom!
Nie Niannian ignored it, and the Babu Bengquan continued continuously, almost impenetrable, like a surging tide, seemingly endless.

Zhou Cheng gritted his teeth, he couldn't believe that Nie Niannian had advanced to this level. He couldn't even take a single punch of this kind of continuous punches. He couldn't die. Also seriously injured.

"It's time to end."

Di Po chuckled, his temperament was casual, and he was even more indifferent at this moment. The palm that blocked the fist shrunk slightly, and then moved forward like lightning, and the air exploded with a blast.

It's now!

At this moment, Nie Niannian's eyes were full of energy. With a turn of his body, he had already climbed to nearly [-] tons of punching strength by relying on the eight-step Bengquan, and his fist power increased suddenly. He was full of energy and blood, which was far beyond ordinary martial arts. The family's twenty tons of strength did not hold back, and punched forward again.

Whoa!
It seemed as if the sound of the tide could be heard, and the air was distorted by the scorching wind of fists, punches and palms collided blatantly within almost a tenth of a second.

boom!
The burst of air formed a ring, centered on the two of them, and spread towards the surroundings of the martial arts field. This scene shocked many students. It didn't look like two young martial artists were fighting. Even some instructors felt their scalps tingling. Ma, as a great martial artist, the strength of this punch is probably not much different from theirs.

"A great martial artist is nothing more than that."

A guest lecturer lamented that with just one fist and one palm, two young people are enough to occupy a place among the younger generation in China.

hiss!
Many students from the two major martial arts schools couldn't help but gasp. These two were actually so strong. Pu Fang had a wry smile on his lips and whispered a Buddha's name. He was crushed by this force back then. There is no power to fight back, because it is no longer a martial artist who breaks the secondary limit, but... a great martial artist!
Yu Jiu concentrated, he was already sure that the third-year student of Nanjing Martial Arts Academy who broke out with boxing skills had not really been promoted to a great martial artist, and as for that broken...

At this moment in the martial arts arena, Ti Po was also a little restless, and actually blocked his shield palm, but he came to this country known as the descendant of the dragon, just to fight these young masters, the next National Martial Arts Conference , is the main purpose of his trip. If he can't find it, he will find ways to get in touch with the ancient martial arts inheritance of this country.

Thinking of this, he looked at Nie Niannian again, showing some impatience, no matter how stubborn he was, everything would be crushed in front of absolute power.

"Aegis!"

He snorted coldly, one hand glowed with a faint milky white light, this halo flowed like a cloud of breath, sacred and graceful.

"No, it's internal force!"

"A real great martial artist, be careful!"

At the same time, many instructors and professors of Nanjing Martial Arts Academy said anxiously that besides having a stronger physical body than martial artists, great martial artists also have internal strength derived from the outside, although the internal strength is not as good as the more condensed internal strength of martial arts masters. True Qi is domineering, but it also has great destructive power. If it is said that duels under great martial artists are more traumatic, then at the level of great martial artists, it is easier to suffer internal injuries and even die.

boom!
Di Po took a step forward and approached him in an instant. His platinum battle suit fluttered and his blond hair was gorgeous. At this moment, he was like an envoy of God. fall.

The air was blown up. At this moment, Nie Niannian only felt that the air around his body was solidified. It was spiritual power. This blond exchange student had stronger mental power than him, and even integrated it into the palm of his hand. Real palm power, accompanied by oppression from the spiritual level.

At this moment, Nie Niannian seemed to have returned to Ziqi Donglai's mansion. The moment he broke through the shackles, the frozen air around him was the shackles that imprisoned him.

The spine felt hot, and a scorching air flow emerged from it.

Ah!
Involuntarily, Nie Niannian let out a long howl like the chant of a dragon, his eyes suddenly became sharp, and even glowed a faint bright yellow, an unspeakable majesty overflowed from the inside out.

call!
With a movement of his body, his spine seemed to come alive, like a young dragon swinging, he raised his fist forward, the edge of his fist glowed with a faint, red-like blood, and a vigorous and magnificent fighting spirit gushed out .

This punch was not the Eight-Step Bengquan, but an instinctive strike, the air burst, and the fist collided with the palm again.

Boom!
Like the beating of a war drum, a wave of air seemed to spread in all directions, forcing some students from the two academies who had only broken the limit of their human bodies to back away again and again, almost being overturned to the ground.

Moments later, the two figures bounced back thirty meters each and stood still.

Nie Niannian looked at his palm in disbelief, made a fist mark, and then let go.

Looking at the opposite side again, Tipo first looked at the inch-long wound on his palm with astonished eyes, glistening drops of blood slid down the palm, and then showed ecstasy. He never imagined that the National Martial Arts Conference Before he even started, he found the person he was looking for. According to the bishop's instruction, these exchange students were instructed to pay attention to the Orientals who could tear their bright inner energy with pure blood.

Immediately, taking a deep breath, Ti Po first used his spiritual power to activate the optical brain of the watch, and then looked at Nie Niannian on the opposite side, showing a solemn look, and said: "The grace of God is mighty, God lives forever, congratulations, Dongfang! Nie, you are the one chosen by the Lord, and the holy city of the Vatican will open the door to you.” (Genuine subscription is the greatest support for ten steps! Please ask for a monthly ticket, please ask for a recommendation ticket.)
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