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Hearing Lin Yu's words, Miyazawa couldn't help but lost his expression. He glanced at Lin Yu in surprise, and asked in confusion, "What are you talking about? There is a special technique for breaking this Kongkong Shenwu fist?!"

Obviously, he didn't know that there was a special technique for cracking this boxing technique.

"That's natural!"

Lin Yu smiled faintly, and said, "To be precise, it is a special technique for cracking the thunder three types! If I break your so-called smashing sky martial arts, then it will be able to prove that your set of martial arts was stolen from us. Hot summer!"

"I listen to you nonsense!"

Miyazawa snorted, didn't believe it at all, and sneered, "This fist is as fast as lightning, and the sound is like thunder. It is indestructible at all. I think your kid is a little unstoppable, so that's why you are playing scheming with me here! "

"Sure enough, a thief is a thief, no matter how you steal it, you only know one thing and don't know the other!"

Lin Yu sneered and said, "Okay, I'll let you see and see how my ‘Star Reaching Finger’ broke your Hollow Divine Martial Fist!"

As soon as the voice fell, Lin Yu slid his feet, and quickly withdrew back. Then, together with the **** of his right index finger, he swiftly struck Miyazawa's right wrist a little bit. The position was so precise that it just sealed Miyazawa's punch. The origin.

Moreover, with the strength of Miyazawa's current punch, if Lin Yu was spotted, under the interaction of the force, I was afraid that Miyazawa's wrist bone would be directly crushed by Lin Yu's finger.

Miyazawa's expression changed, and he hurriedly withdrew his fist back, and immediately after he leaned back, his left fist moved towards Lin Yu's lower ribs with strength.

But at this time Lin Yu's **** were already a step closer to his left wrist and nodded again.

Miyazawa's expression suddenly changed again, and he hurriedly withdrew his left fist back.

"broken!"

He took a deep breath, then shouted, energizing his whole body, and once again stepped out quickly, attacking Lin Yu with more sturdy strength and faster speed.

However, his fist hadn't been punched yet, so he was forced back by Lin Yu's two fingers.

For a while, he felt extremely uncomfortable in his heart and body. After all, he was interrupted when he was half-strengthened. It was like an inhalation and a half-inhalation that was suddenly pinched by someone's nose, directly suffocating his internal injury.

Seeing that every move he could have been cracked by Lin Yu, he simply retreated and didn't make any more moves, just staring at Lin Yu in anger.

"How about, Mr. Miyazawa, I didn't lie to you!"

Lin Yu smiled faintly at him, and said, "The punch you use is indeed the thunder-thundering three styles from our hot summer!"

Miyazawa snorted coldly, feeling a little speechless for a while, after all, the "star-catching finger" used by Lin Yu really restrained his fist in every move.

"Well, since you said this is your hot summer move, then I won't use it!"

Miyazawa said with a sullen face, "Next, let you see and see the eighty hands of our Sword Master League!"

As soon as the voice fell, his fingers suddenly flexed, and there was a crackling sound between the joints, and the digits were raised high and strong, but he just grabbed it randomly in the air and screamed.

"Bahongshou?!"

Lin Yu recognized Gong Ze's tricks immediately after seeing them. They were clearly the top eight masters of their Hot Summer Profound Art!

"Ba Yin Hands!"

Gong Ze thought that Lin Yu hadn't heard clearly, and immediately corrected him sharply.

"There are Ba Yin outside of Kyushu, Ba Yin outside Ba Yin, and Ba Ji outside Ba Hong. This is clearly our Eight Hong hands in the hot summer!"

Lin Yu said in a deep voice.

"Fuck your mother!"

When Gongze heard Lin Yu's words, he jumped into a rage, and almost went mad, jumped up from the ground, and yelled angrily, "You **** just say that even I am from your hot summer!"

"This is really not!"

Lin Yu said with a smile, "We can't produce a variety like yours in the hot summer!"

"court death!"

Miyazawa yelled, and then recklessly attacked Lin Yu, grabbing, buckling, digging, scratching, cutting, and slashing with both hands. A set of moves, fierce offensive, ruthless moves, and despicable moves. Except for Lin Yu's ears, nose, eyes, mouth and other fragile places, he also kept attacking Lin Yu's crotch with insidious methods.

Lin Yu stepped back and evaded unhurriedly, and said leisurely, "Although your eighth hand looks sturdy and sharp, but by coincidence, I also control the virtual palm that restricts your eighth hand!"

Hearing Lin Yu's words, Miyazawa shivered in fright. He glanced at Lin Yu with shocked face, and was shocked and horrified in his heart. This **** is endless, this kid will restrain him again. The method of Yinshou? !

"Why, still don't believe it?!"

Lin Yu smiled indifferently, then shook his shoulders, pressing down on both palms, suddenly accumulating strength, and laughing coldly, "You can take it!"

As soon as the voice fell, he drew sideways, avoiding Miyazawa's grasp, and at the same time slammed out with a soft palm, steadily hitting Miyazawa's side shoulder.

Miyazawa's expression changed slightly. At first he was a little frightened, but when he saw that Lin Yu's palm was weak and slow, he couldn't help being a little surprised. Then he sneered and sarcastically said, "That's it?!"