School flower's personal dragon

He circulated his zhenqi backwards in order to hit Taomen Huagong Palm. This kind of despicable poisonous palm technique is not only a single palm martial skill, but also a mental technique. the power of law.

Here lies the problem. Ancient martial arts monks cannot practice two different exercises at the same time. This is an iron law of experience accumulated by countless predecessors, because the way the true energy of each kind of technique works is different. Just like the relationship between fire and tar, once touched, they cannibalize each other crazily, and it is not easy for a monk's cultivation base to be completely destroyed, and most of them will die immediately.

However, he went the other way and reversed his luck, so he voluntarily disrupted the true energy operation method of Yulong Jue, and the spiral true energy will be recombined according to the Taomen Huagong palm method.

Speaking of it, Yang Dagen's move is also extremely risky, if his luck is a little bit wrong, he will immediately go off and die, after all, he is only really angry.

However, he has always been a guy who is not afraid of anything. After four or five years in the hell of the mercenary world, his courage has always been his strong point.

"It's done." After just four or five breaths, Yang Dagen's face turned blue and white, sometimes red and purple.

zizi~~

In the palm, there appeared a dark cyan cyclone in the shape of a black hole, sucking it surgingly from the outside. Yang Dagen was also terrified when he saw it. Hitting Hitler may suck his whole body into "human jerky".

Taomen, an ancient martial arts sect, was attacked by many sects and the Chinese military many years ago, and it was their own fault. After all, the power of Huagong Palm made even Yang Dagen feel trembling when he looked at it.

But it has to be said that this vicious palm technique is of great use to him.

"Die, Tianlong,"

With a deep roar, fierce and fierce force suddenly struck from behind, Yang Dagen came back to his senses, and found that the person who came was not Hitler, but the white man in black whose arm he had just cut off.

Yang Dagen was about to test the power of Hua Gong Palm at this time, but this guy came to his door unexpectedly, "Alright, I wanted to kill you, but since you took the initiative to send it, I'm sorry."

Smiling secretly, Yang Dagen slapped his backhand, and at the same time sneered and dodged the opponent's sharp claws like a ghost. He finally saw the weapon in the opponent's hand. It should not be called a weapon, but a hand that grew on the man in black. However, I don't know what kind of bloodline he cultivated, but after being berserk, he became three long black claws.

"Hey," just when Yang Dagen thought he had escaped the attack of the black sharp claw, he didn't want the claw to turn around and hook him, drawing a deep bloody gash on his chest, passing across his chest.

"It's from Mahler Gobi," Yang Dagen gritted his teeth in pain, and stamped his palm on the chest of the white man in black. The dark blue true cyclone in his palm, which looked like a black hole, immediately bit the opponent's body.

Chi chi chi,,.

Immediately, the blood rushed wildly, splashing Yang Dagen head-on and all over his face, making his expression even more ferocious, while the man in black screamed tremblingly, as if he was insane.

For a while, the blood of the man in black was draining rapidly, but for Western monks, blood was their source of strength, and all the ancient blood they cultivated contained in it.

Seeing this, Hitler also looked surprised, and immediately slashed at Yang Dagen with his sword. He saw that his subordinate Xinta was dying, and he didn't expect Yang Dagen to have the strength to fight back.

"Give it to you," Yang Dagen noticed that Hitler was coming, and he didn't want to fight, so he threw the man in black out. Just now he almost melted one-third of the man in black's blood. For Western monks, It was an extremely fatal blow, at least, at this moment, he could no longer fight.

Of course, Yang Dagen would not let the man in black live. The moment he threw him away, he sent him away with a heavy cannon.

"Sinta,,,," Hitler yelled, and he found that what he caught was only Sinta's body. The latter's spine was broken, and several main meridians were also broken.

Yang Dagen sneered and said, "Just because you guys want to chase me down, I can kill you with one hand without a weapon,"

While speaking, there was a cunning light in his eyes, the blow just now had already proved the terrifying lethality of Hua Gong Palm, and he also wanted to give Hitler a Hua Gong Palm, as long as that guy didn't use a sword.

"You are stronger than I imagined," Hitler calmly dropped Xinta's body, and also dropped the giant sword in his hand as Yang Dagen wished, clenched his palms tightly, kaka kneading his joints, "Hey, really Ridiculous, think back when I, Hitler, roamed the world, you Tianlong was still dreaming in the womb, right?"

Yang Dagen was secretly happy, you are so dead, but there was no expression on his face, "You are indeed very famous, but you are already old, there is an old saying in China, youth is better than blue Yu Lan, the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, the stage of mercenaries already belongs to our young world,"

This is nothing more than saying to Hitler, old guy, you should close your eyes and lie in the grave, why run out to die, and be careful to be slapped on the beach by your own back wave.

"Damn it, you damn yellow-skinned monkey," Hitler couldn't contain his anger, jumped up, and punched him across his body as fast as a light.

"Good time," Yang Dagen yelled loudly, and also started to bump into the opponent, using the technique of Hua Gong Palm calmly.

Soon, the two of them slammed into each other fiercely, but they broke apart as soon as they touched each other. Hitler didn't take a step back, while Yang Dagen was hit by a punch and hit the stone wall behind him, appearing as a human statue. Seeing this In the terrified scene, the few women who couldn't help at the side all screamed miserably.

For such a long time, they have never seen Yang Dagen so fragile and vulnerable, someone actually punched him away.

"Don't worry, you men don't fall so easily," Yang Dagen jumped down from the hole in the stone wall, and smiled at Su Zijin and the other girls.

But this laugh made them even more heartbroken, tears fell down, but they were not afraid, if Dagen died, they would not live on.

"Hehe," Yang Dagen smiled at Hitler, patted the debris on his body, and waved, "That punch wasn't hard enough, let's continue,"

Hitler smiled disdainfully, "You are overconfident, your combat power is vulnerable to me,"

Having said that, he was also injured. There was a red blood hole in the hand he punched just now, but Hitler hadn't figured out why yet.

come again.

Another punch and a palm clash, and the ending was still Yang Dagen was sent flying, and another big hole was smashed into the stone wall.

Come back soon.

……

Five consecutive counterattacks, Yang Dagen was beaten five times in a row, but he was able to stand up quickly, and his breath not only did not weaken, but became stronger.

"No, I seem to have lost a lot of the blood of the ancient great swordsman," Hitler finally noticed something strange. This blood was found in the ruins of an island in the Arctic when he was in the Tsarist Russian Navy. With a unique and powerful bloodline in Europe, he has gradually grown into the king of mercenaries in the world.

Compared with Titan's ancient bear bloodline, Xinta's ancient chameleon bloodline, and his ancient great swordsman bloodline are undoubtedly the most powerful. Once he has gone berserk, he will be full of eyes by adhering to the ancient Western swordsmanship power, allowing him to play fast. Like lightning, it has fierce thunder swordsmanship and possesses powerful power.

Losing a little is like losing a little of the real energy accumulated by the ancient Chinese martial arts monks. The importance is the same. No wonder Hitler is so distressed.