"Fist! Palm! Sword! One move each! No matter whether you win or lose!" Han Wen said with a smile;

Immediately, my energy sinks into my dantian, and I clenched my fist with my left hand, which turned into the shape of a Vajra hand. My golden fist was closed around my waist, and the momentum on my body suddenly surged, and my wind-free clothes were automatically rushing;

Before he could make a move, his momentum was already violent and shocking. The people watching the game were experts. Seeing Han Wen's move, he was secretly surprised and he was also elbowing himself. He didn't know if he could match it, but after a long time, most of them shook their heads dejectedly.

Korean is now practicing "Nine Yin Jing" and "Nine Yang Jing" together, yin and yang blend together, and his skills soared. If he had just been able to defeat masters of the level such as "Northern Beggar" Hong Qigong and "East Evil" Huang Yaoshi. If it were a life-and-death battle, he would have to exchange severe injuries for the other party's death;

And now, he can kill them without being seriously injured! These are two concepts, which also represent his complete progress in his skills!

This pale man with a morbid appearance, seeing Han Wen's power, was so proud that he could not help but clenched his right hand into a fist, and his aura became much sharper. He smiled slightly and said, "Fist! Speaking of which, I have taken a lot of advantage. All your best skills are on that sword, but you are very proud, and you insist on using his short-term attack on my strengths!"

Han Wen smiled, but didn't care. He flapped his left arm and pushed him over like a rush of force. Dou Yong took a deep breath, and the internal force in his body flowed, and he swung his right fist, and he touched Han Wen's fist back with all his strength. The two huge forces were combined, and Han Wen groaned. His body was like a big rock shot out from a stone generator. He retreated three or four feet away!

Each step, footprints about five inches deep were left on the beach, the further the retreat, the shallower the depth. This was caused by removing Dou Yong's fist power, and it looked very embarrassed. When the disciples of the Ming Cult cheered and cheered for Dou Yong, because Dou Yong's body did not move. But because Dou Yong was facing away from them, they could not see him facing him.

Korean seems to be in a much embarrassed manner, but he is not seriously injured. Even though Dou Yong used the skills of "The Great Transfer of the Universe" to remove part of Korean boxing power, his chest and abdomen are still swelling, and his already weak body. How could he withstand such an impact?

A trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth. This made him shake his head and sigh: "I'm really old!"

"Haha! It's not that you're old! It's that you've accumulated illness for many years and have problems with your own body!" Han Wen said lightly: "You have surpassed me with this move just by relying on the martial arts of this punch! But if you are not as good as me in terms of strength, you have to consider your physical problems and I've lost it. In short, you have a little advantage in this move!"

"Victory means victory, defeat means defeat! This world has always been like this. You only hear the new people laugh, why do you hear the old people cry? The winner is king! As for the others... you think too much! I am not so useless as to make people feel pity!" The open-minded Dou Yong laughed and said, "You have won! The next move! Palm! You have to take it!"

"Natural!" Han Wen looked serious, and his right hand made his palm. The breath suddenly became extremely cold. As cold as frost, Hong Qigong, who was close to him, felt cold all over his body. He hurriedly used his skills to resist and took a few steps away from him. Only then did his expression calm down and he looked at Han Wen with some surprise.

"This kid has become stronger again! I haven't seen him as powerful as he last fight. Could it be that he is hiding his weakness?" Hong Qigong was shocked, turned his head and said, "In terms of martial arts alone, he is almost no less than Wang Chongyang in that year! Brother Huang, do you think the old beggar's words are reasonable?"

Huang Yaoshi looked at Hong Qigong angrily, as if he was looking at an idiot. Hong Qigong was so depressed! After a long time, Huang Yaoshi said: "He is indeed very strong. Just in terms of martial arts, it is indeed the case, but in terms of martial arts cultivation, he is far from comparable to Wang Chongyang! Wang Chongyang does not like to practice martial arts, which is what we all know. After all, he and us are not the same person!"

While they were talking, Korean styled the wind and flowers in "Ice Palm" and beat them out. In an instant, the ice and snow all over the sky were bombarded with the cold wind. Jiangnan in March was astonishing as the cold winter in the twelfth lunar month, which was surprising and even more shocking! This palm technique is really a bit weird!

Dou Yong responded to all changes with the unchanging, but he used the fourth level of the mental method of "The Great Movement of the Universe" to gradually accumulate the palm power he slapped in Han Wen. Suddenly, he shouted loudly and shocked out. It was like a big lake full of floods when the mountain torrent broke out. The lake embankment suddenly collapsed, and the flood rushed out, returning all the palm power he sent in Han Wen.

This is the power of the opponent's strongest palm, and the power of his own palm is combined into a palm, but in fact there is no such great force. This method is quite similar to "Dou Zhuan Xingshi", but it is not like "Dou Zhuan Xingshi", which only uses the opponent's attack to "use the other way and use the other person's body". This move is even more sophisticated than "Dou Zhuan Xingshi", because he will participate in the skill of the person who uses his own skills and is even more powerful!

Han Wen's erotic change. When he faced the strongest palm he had shot, he bounced back and had Dou Yong's powerful palm power. Even he couldn't break it. At least it was difficult to break it with his palm skills. He had to sigh, a cold light flashed, drew his sword out, slashed out with one sword, the light bloomed, and the ice and snow disappeared!

He drew his sword in his hand, which means that in the competition of palm power, he lost! He was convinced!

"puff--!";

Dou Yong was practicing the fourth level of "The Great Transfer of the Universe", which was why he became obsessed with the infatuation and had been bedridden for more than ten years. Therefore, he has now forced the mystery of the fourth level of "The Great Transfer of the Universe", which is also a way to kill one thousand enemies and destroy eight hundred of them. He immediately vomited blood and laughed bitterly: "I am competitive! I am competitive!"

"You won this move!" Han Wen frowned slightly, looked at the sword in his hand, and then looked at Dou Yong, who was shaking in his body, and said, "This sword! Will you still use it again? I am still very confident about my sword technique!"

Dou Yong grinned and shook his head and said, "Sword Technique? No need! Because... I don't understand sword Technique at all! I originally planned to take advantage of you in fist and foot skills! Haha! Now it seems that it's not possible! Huang Yaoshi! Where is your wine?"

There is really no need to continue fighting. When Dou Yong slapped Han Wen's palm power with "The Great Movement of the Universe" and was cut by Han Wen with a sword, the winner was decided. Han Wen's swordsmanship was so sharp that he was far beyond Dou Yong's imagination. If he had a good body, he would be confident that he could still fight with Han Wen for 300 moves without losing his advantage, but now? Going up is just a delivery of food.

Han Wenyi looked at the sword in his hand casually, and suddenly realized the mood of the "sword demon" Dugu Qiubai. He was invincible in the world, who was not lonely? Perhaps, that's right? It seems that it is inevitable that he will leave this world and seek a stronger person! No matter how reluctant he is, a short-term separation is still necessary.

Huang Yaoshi had already ordered his servant to get his good wine, and brought a table, put on a few dishes, and admired the peach blossoms in the sea breeze. On one side was blue and on the other side was pink, which made people intoxicated for a while;

Squinting his eyes, Dou Yong said sadly: "The beautiful rivers and mountains are so beautiful that I don't know how many beautiful scenery I can't see. It's a pity. In the next life, you can't just focus on practicing martial arts and become crazy!"

Hong Qigong likes to eat, Zhou Botong likes to play, while Dou Yong likes beautiful scenery. From his demeanor, he can see that this is a chic man, very chic;

Of course, he is also a bit pretentious, because he always likes to sigh and always likes "literary youth". Although he has not read many books and is not very good at literary talent, he is far from comparable to Huang Yaoshi, but this does not affect others' perception of him. Instead, he will think that he should be like this, and this is him.

Holding the white jade cup in his hand and sniffing the fragrance of the peach blossom wine, Dou Yong smiled slightly and said, "What a pity... I can't drink it anymore! I can't drink it anymore! The wine is a good wine! You didn't lie to me! Hahaha!"

After a few laughs, the handsome man left like this, with his weak body, and walked away with him. The Ming Cultivate children on the giant boat were crying sadly for a moment. It was obvious that they still had a lot of feelings for the leader. Under the leadership of Jin Yong'er, they welcomed Dou Yong's body, followed his words, and no longer had trouble with Taohua Island.

Looking at the giant ship, Hong Qigong smiled casually and said, "I have seen a handsome man, but I have never seen a handsome man like this. I admire you! I admire you! Okay! This big matchmaker has finished it, and it's time for me to leave! Jing'er! Let's go with me to travel around the world!"

While speaking, Mr. Hong Qi was already walking towards the boat in the distance with a jasper bamboo stick. Guo Jing, the fool, came over and bowed to Mr. Huang and Han Wen, and then chased him. Perhaps only a fool like him, but only a tolerant and generous master like Mr. Hong Qi could bring it out, right?

Only Huang Yaoshi and Han Wen were left on the beach. The father-in-law and son-in-law looked at each other and snorted together! There was a sense of tacit understanding. This was mainly because Han Wen looked down on this father-in-law who had a female lover, and Huang Yaoshi looked down on the son-in-law, who was neither big nor young.

Han Wen said he wanted to leave here, but he didn't leave immediately. At least he had some thoughts about Huang Rong's feelings. He spent a honeymoon with her, which was also a comfort to her. It was a gentle place and a hero's tomb. Han Wen embarked on the journey again.

And this time, he will go to the plane of the legendary Lu Xiaofeng system, where there are Ximen Chuxue, Ye Gucheng, Dugu Yihe...numerous swordsmanship masters! And he is also a swordsmanship master! There is the best place to prove his swordsmanship! (To be continued...)

ps:ps:The fifth update, there is no sixth update;

In recent days, my hair has turned a few white in order to find a job. I feel depressed. If I can't find it again, I will probably be a full-time writer and open a new book. I will be looking for a job after the New Year... I don't have a good education, so it's very difficult to find a job. It's so tragic.
Chapter completed!