Smelting and Exploding the Heavens

Chapter 63 The Outer Door The Outer Door

Anilao was also breathing heavily, looking at Fan Zhuoyuan in disbelief, full of shock that he could burst out with such power.

But he was really unconvinced in his heart, and after a while he calmed down, he wanted to invite him to compete in boxing and kicking.

He didn't think that a rough man with only brute force could surpass himself in real martial arts.

But this mouth, he is not easy to say, after all, he himself proposed to compare strength at the beginning, but he did not expect to enter the opponent's rhythm.

So he looked to Saroba, hoping that he could speak for himself.

Saroba understood this junior brother's thoughts with just one look. Although the two came from the same school, this junior brother was indeed more brave and brave than himself, so he hesitated for a while.

However, at this moment, a Taoist figure flew into the arena, and the opponent clapped his hands. It was the Evil Tutuo who kept uttering rude words.

After entering the arena, he cast a sidelong glance at Fan Zhuoyuan, and then knelt down to the emperor, "Your Majesty, the name of the number one warrior in the Yuan Dynasty should not be determined by strength alone, but by strength!"

"Master Wu seems to be very interested in this name."

Etutuo said: "I am short of a chance to become famous in the Vajra Gate of the Western Regions, I hope His Majesty will allow it!"

Kublai Khan laughed and said, "Today, anyone who is confident can fight without any scruples."

Fan Zhuoyuan restrained his breath, suppressed his boiling blood, looked at the wicked Wu Tutuo in front of him, and said in his heart: So this person comes from the Vajra Sect of the Western Regions, he is the descendant of Shaolin Pyrotechnic Tutuo, and his martial arts should come from outside to inside, but he didn't know how to master it What kind of stunt you have, just to see it!
Eututuo got up, stared at Fan Zhuoyuan like a mad tiger and beast, with a grin on his face.

"Idiot, listen to me. I am Wu Jing, the martial elder of the Vajra Sect in the Western Regions. There is no one in the entire sect who can fight better than me. I advise you to admit defeat early, otherwise, with these iron fists, no matter what kind of bastard you are!" Steel bones will also be hammered into a paralyzed mud!"

When the other party uttered wild words, Fan Zhuoyuan's eyes flashed sharply when he heard it, and he replied: "The louder you sing, the uglier your death will be."

Wu Jing was furious, and roared, "Looking for death!"

The black and purple fists came face to face, Fan Zhuoyuan didn't back down, he punched him head on, the two punched each other, Fan Zhuoyuan took two steps back, and the opponent jumped out ten steps after flying into the air.

Wu Jing didn't seem to care, his eyes were full of murderous intent, he shouted and continued to charge, fists turned into palms, palms into fingers, fingers into claws!

He practiced all the hard skills in his hands.

Fists, palms, fingers and claws are changing, and the moves are fierce and fierce, like a tiger out of the gate. The sound of the wind is mixed with a fierce and strange howl. Even if you are a few steps away, you can feel the pain of this strong wind blowing on your face. .

Fan Zhuoyuan didn't give up an inch to fight head-on, the two men's arms touched, their muscles and bones collided with each other, making a series of dull sounds that made people feel very dull.

The nearby audience couldn't help covering their hearts, feeling so uncomfortable that they almost wanted to vomit. Without knowing why, they wished to leave quickly.

After a short fight, Fan Zhuoyuan received one punch, three palms, two fingers, and one claw.

Wu Jing received three jabs, a flat hook and an elbow in the face.

The two fought each other like lightning, and separated like lightning.

The parts of Fan Zhuoyuan's body are all vital points of the human body, and the muscles on the outside are collapsed, especially the part of the middle finger, which is even more sunken into a pit.

Wu Jing's face was bruised, his nose was bleeding, and his eye sockets were bruised. This was the result of three jabs.

The right facial bone collapsed and deformed, which was crushed by a flat uppercut.

At the same time, the frontal horn bone cracked and collapsed, and a gap was pulled out on the cheek, blood flowed profusely, the so-called elbow passing like a knife, nothing more than this.

It seemed that Wu Jing was a little more miserable, and he was a little staring at this moment, exclaiming in his heart that Fan Zhuoyuan's hands were so heavy and hard.

After seeing clearly the results of being punched out on many important points on Fan Zhuoyuan's body, he laughed loudly, "Your main points of Shanzhong, Jiuwei, Shenque, and Qimen have been injured! Your qi and blood are blocked. It seems that you will still have to deal with it in the future." How to use your strength!"

These four key acupoints are all involved in the circulation of liver and spleen, heart vessels, and qi and blood. Once injured, no matter whether you have practiced internal strength or not, you will be severely injured.

Everyone present at the martial arts meeting could also tell that Wu Jing was even more miserable on the surface, he was beaten until he didn't even recognize his mother, but it was basically trauma, and he could continue to maintain it by pressing acupuncture points to stop the bleeding.

However, Fan Zhuoyuan's vitals were all wounded. In theory, he was more seriously injured, and it was impossible for him to support the next battle.

However, Fan Zhuoyuan showed a lot of surprises in the previous two games, and it is difficult for anyone present to judge the results this time.

Fan Zhuoyuan looked at the many wounded parts of his body, took a deep breath, his heart beat suddenly accelerated, and blood rushed into his body again.

Originally due to the injury of the acupoints, the place where the qi and blood were stagnated was broken through in one fell swoop.

At the same time, Fan Zhuoyuan contracted the muscles of the wounded area, squeezed it inward, and then collapsed outward, the sunken wounds healed automatically!

How can it be so easy to break his great success?

Everyone was stunned, what kind of monster is this?

Ordinary people are hit on such important acupuncture points, even if they recover from their injuries and break through the acupuncture points, they still have to use their internal energy and true energy to impact for a long time, which is difficult without deep internal energy.

But this person can easily do it just by controlling the muscle contraction, which is simply unheard of and unseen.

The two disciples of Basiba looked at each other, full of horror, and the aristocratic young man also showed a look of interest.

The sloppy Taoist said to Qi Zhicheng: "I've never seen anyone crack acupuncture points with such a method. What's cracked is the acupuncture points hit by the strongest external kung fu in Shaolin 72 stunts."

Qi Zhicheng nodded and said: "This General Fan seems to have embarked on an extraordinary path of martial arts, mainly strengthening the ability to control the muscles and bones of the body."

The sloppy Taoist added: "I think it also includes the blood in the body, if there is a chance to learn from him, it would be great."

Qi Zhicheng smiled and said, "Daozhang Zhang also wants to fight for the title of the first warrior in the Great Yuan?"

The sloppy Taoist smiled casually, "Don't the real people know where my wish lies?"

Qi Zhicheng stopped talking, nodded slightly, but said in a voice that seemed to be heard only by himself: "Hu Wu has a hundred years of luck!"

The evil head Tuo Wu Jing looked at this scene in astonishment, seeing Fan Zhuoyuan approaching step by step, panic appeared on his face that was beaten beyond human shape.

"Great Vajra Finger, Vajra Prajna Palm, and other nonsense boxing techniques, let me have a look again?"

Wu Jing was afraid at first, but when he heard the provocative words, he became furious again, and immediately stepped forward, his fists and palms turned red, intending to rush into the inner circle and attack Fan Zhuoyuan's head.

However, before the punch came, Fan Zhuoyuan feinted him with a punch, tricked him into parrying, and then hit the outside of his calf with a low sweeping and swift low kick!
This fierce force like an iron rod caused his calf muscles to contract violently, causing severe pain like cramps repeatedly.

Wu Jing's footsteps staggered, and Fan Zhuoyuan followed closely with another high sweep, fully displaying the extremely fierce sweeping and kicking techniques in Muay Thai.

A heavy leg was hit on the head, and Wu Jing's shattered facial and frontal bones swelled even more from the blood and effusion from the impact in the head!
So much so that when he fell, his entire face was swollen.

Fan Zhuoyuan didn't wait for Wu Jing to fall to the ground, and made up a powerful forward kick in the air, which was extremely brutal and violent!
Wu Jing was kicked so that his body folded together, and a mouthful of blood spewed out in mid-air, flying a dozen steps away, collapsing several wine tables until the white jade guardrail beside the Taiye pool collapsed. passed out.

Fan Zhuoyuan looked at Wu Jing fiercely, and snorted coldly, "How dare you come to fight with Fan with such a small amount of fist?! But it's a good sandbag!"

Seeing Fan Zhuoyuan's murderous intent, Kublai Khan hurriedly said: "Take Master Wu down to heal his wounds. General Fan has won this round. I don't know who else will come to compete with General Fan for the title of the number one warrior in the Yuan Dynasty?"

(End of this chapter)