My Martial Arts Can Train Themselves

Mo Wuye was laughed with anger.

I think what Yang Yi said is too arrogant.

Kill him... Even Zhao Heng didn't dare to say that.

When he saw the shadow of the knife, a green Rune popped up with a flick of his finger.

This rune is not a mortal thing. It explodes immediately as soon as it is played. The powerful air waves are like water waves.

After all, the shadow of Yanjin Dao is not a real thing, but an illusion of strength. Now, urged by the air wave, the flying Dao becomes blurred until it collapses.

Mo Wuye flicked his sleeve to bounce off the disordered Qi. His body shook and burst out of the smoke.

His speed was so fast that he almost turned into a black line and fell over.

"Kill!"

Almost at the same time, Shanghe shouted.

His voice seemed to have been suppressed in his heart for a long time. At the moment, under the boost of Yang Yi's morale, he finally shouted out.

The rest of the guild members responded one after another. Each of them pressed forward as if they were dying and collided with each other's men and horses. For a moment, the scene became extremely tragic.

Shanghe used the rope fire Sabre technique to chase down a spinning force.

But just after a few steps, I saw a dark shadow flash in front of me.

He didn't see his face clearly. After the dark shadow flashed, he realized that he had been slapped in the abdomen.

The shadow constantly flashed in the crowd, and then the gang kept flying backwards.

Mo Wuxie readily solves the obstacles along the way.

Then he turned back in vain and attacked Yang Yi in the crowd.

Yang Yi stood in the chaotic crowd, seemingly at a loss, but when Mo Wuye's palm hit, he grinned, didn't retreat but advanced, and stood up and punched forward.

This punch seemed to fail, but it accurately predicted the landing point of Mo Wuxie.

Sure enough, at the moment after Yang Yi punched, Mo Wuye's shadow just fell here.

"Huh?"

Boom!!

The thunder exploded.

The power contained in such a short distance punch is not small.

Baoshan boxing is practising hard in the mountains all day. It swings ten thousand times a day. Although it's not a long time, it also makes Yang Yi's strength run perfectly every time he swings a fist.

Mo Wuye didn't expect that he kept changing his position, and finally was accurately calculated one step ahead of time.

Is this a coincidence?

Without time to think about it, Yang Yi's fist roared with thunder.

He tried to clap a palm, and the surging purple strength made a final struggle.

But after less than a breath of stalemate, it showed a destructive trend.

Pooh!

The palm is broken.

He was punched in the shoulder.

Mo Wuxie's breath immediately faded down and spit out a mouthful of thick blood.

His eyes were suspicious, because he found that Yang Yi's fist was not only domineering, but also very strange in strength. The hairspring force like an electric arc invaded his body and blocked his strength rotation!

And under this irritable thunder attribute, there is an extremely dry and hot breath.

Mo Wuye knew that qixiazong's major skill was fire attribute, but he felt that the dry and hot breath contained in Yang Yi's strength was different from the ordinary fire attribute, which had a restraining effect on him.

It's weird!

Don't be evil, make a quick decision and shoot back.

His body method has been cultivated to a great extent. He can turn into a ghost and enter and leave the battlefield freely.

"Oh, Qi Ke, your strength is really good. If you have such strength at this age, you should be able to rank among the top three disciples of Qixia sect. But that's all. If I want to go, can you stop me?"

Mo Wuye is very confident in his body method. He jumps back and forth and turns into an invisible black line.

But when he was proud, he found that Yang Yi's face next to him was particularly clear.

It is reasonable to say that his speed is so fast that the surrounding scenery should become blurred.

Why does Yang Yi's face seem to be still with himself?

Even the faint smile looked so carefully.

“……”

After a brief silence.

Mo Wuye was surprised to find that Yang Yi kept up with his speed!

To outsiders, there are two dark shadows moving almost parallel in the battlefield at the moment.

It was so fast and explosive that every landing point of reentry was crushed.

Mo Wuye suddenly stopped.

And Yang Yi also stopped.

Mo Wuxie's eyes were cloudy, and he did not believe in evil again. Yang Yi also kept up with him again, maintaining the same speed and direction as him.

"You."

Don't be angry.

Yang Yi is teasing him!

But what makes him lose his temper is that Yang Yi can really keep up with him.

Even the direction of turning back is the same.

This shows that his accomplished body method is not as good as Yang Yi!

In this way, Yang Yi can settle down one step in advance and predict his next jump direction.

"Said you would die in my hands!"

Yang Yi seemed to have had enough, and his speed increased again. He took the lead in falling on Mo Wuye's only way and waved his fist in the opposite direction.

Mo Wuxie could not avoid it. He also clenched his teeth and fought with it.

For a moment, the strength could not collide, melt, and turn into a wind whirling, stirring the people around.

Shanghe and others quickly stopped, all with fear on their faces, for fear of being affected.

"What a sharp fist."

Ge Zhili used to help the wounded Shanghe, and his eyes fell in the middle of the battlefield and kept flashing.

Compared with the beheading demon Club six months ago, Yang Yi's mountain hugging boxing has undergone qualitative changes. It has not only achieved great momentum, but also integrated the strong and arrogant of the eight wasteland Zhenlei boxing.

Such a martial arts realm is rare even in the mountain moving realm.

Although Mo Wuye's palm technique is good and its attribute is feminine, it is undoubtedly inferior to Baoshan boxing.

After a few breaths, Yang Yi made a decision. Yang Yi took a palm with his elbow, and then hit it with a positive fist.

Mo Wuye's internal strength was disturbed.

Not only is the transport capacity blocked, but there are faint signs of burning.

He seems to have seen this burning somewhere, but he can't remember it for a while.

Just as Yang Yi's fist was about to fall.

Mo Wuxie's body shape explodes back and throws a purple Rune Stone at the same time.

When the rune touched the strength wrapped on the fist, it exploded quickly, and suddenly a large amount of poisonous water splashed.

These poisonous waters were carefully prepared by him and were highly corrosive. Even if they were provoked by moving the mountain, they would be a great headache.

Mo Wuye saw that the poisonous water blocked Yang Yi and immediately showed a fierce smile.

But the next moment, Yang Yi was surrounded by a shock, and his majestic strength poured out like no money.

With the pouring of strength, all the poisonous water was shaken away by Yang Yi.

His eyes were slightly frozen, and the Jinghong formula was applied to the extreme, incarnating into a flying bird.

Catch up with Mo Wuye and point out the shadow of his fist one after another.

Then he put his hands into claws, grabbed Mo Wuye's throat and pressed it on the ground.

Boom! The hard ground quickly blew out a deep pit, and the stone chips flew over.