This is the Seven Injury Fist, the unique skill of Kongtong Sect. One punch can instantly increase the strength to seven times.

It seems that the Marquis of Yan Wu only punched seven times, but in fact, he punched at least a dozen times.

Tang Tian, ​​on the other hand, kept avoiding the attack of Yan Wuhou.

Is it Yubu?

Tang Long recognized this footwork at a glance. This was a footwork created by Dayu, using the arrangement rules of stars to create.

"Boy, can you just hide?" The more you rush, the more you get, the energy in your body squirted, shaking the cement road into cracks, and the edges were cracked like spiders.

brush!

brush!

Suddenly, Tang Tian held his hands behind his back and slid violently, while Yan Wuhou chased him reluctantly. He sometimes used the eight ancient Tai Chi styles and sometimes the seven-injury fist, but he could not hit Tang Tian every time.

"It's not that I refuse to take action, but that you will be defeated as soon as I take action!" Tang Tian's face was cold. When he was about to retreat to the courtyard wall, he suddenly flashed sideways and slashed with his palm. He heard a dull sound of "bang", and the strong wind around him shot, making people's face hurt.

And when Tang Tian waved his palm, there seemed to be a dragon roar in the air.

In fact, this is not a dragon roar at all, but a strange sound caused by the strong energy and friction with the air.

Whoosh!

Bang!

Suddenly, a black shadow was shot away, and he saw his back hitting heavily on the black Land Rover. He was kneeling on one knee with blood on the corner of his mouth, but he saw a palm print on his chest.

"Eighteen True Dragon Styles!" Uncle Hei said excitedly.

Tang Long was shocked and said: "The Eighteen True Dragon Styles? What kind of martial arts is this?"

"This is a martial art with extremely strong lethality. If you want to practice the Eighteen True Dragon Styles, you must have strong internal strength as support." Uncle Hei was amazed and said in a dark striking manner: "I thought back then, I was defeated by the Eighteen True Dragon Styles of the Sect Master. This martial art is most suitable for group battles and has extremely amazing lethality."

brush!

As he said that, Uncle Hei put a stone bullet at Tang Tian's back.

Before the stone could approach it, it turned into powder.

hiss.

Tang Long's face changed drastically. No wonder I felt suffocating. The Eighteen Styles of the True Dragon are indeed terrifying. It is far above the Eighteen Styles of the Ghost Fist. Even Baidi's Seven Evil Fist is far inferior to that of the Seven Evil Fist.

"Father!"

Seeing that Yan Wuhou was injured, Yan Feixia hurriedly helped Yan Wuhou up.

Marquis Yan Wu reached out and pushed Yan Feixia away, rubbed the blood on the corner of his mouth and said, "It's really worthy of being the No. 1 Admiral of the Nine Gates, who actually knows such a profound palm technique. In terms of palm power, even the One-armed Beggar King's Dragon Subduing Palm will definitely not be as good as you."

"Don't flatter me. Even if you pat me again, I will still make you kneel at the door to apologize!" Tang Tian said coldly.

puff.

Marquis Yan Wu was angry for a moment and almost vomited blood.

"Admiral of the Nine Gates, don't deceive others too much!"

Marquis Yan Wu said angrily: "My Kongtong Sect has a master of the Divine Realm."

"A master of the Divine Realm?"

Tang Tian couldn't help but chuckled, saying disdainfully: "I, Tang Tian, ​​is a talented person in heaven. How could I be afraid of a small master of divine realm? I angered me. I don't mind sweeping you Kongtong Sect so that you can know that the master of martial arts should not be humiliated!"

Master of martial arts?

Tang Long was a little curious about how this martial arts master defined it.

The cultivation of internal energy is divided into Mingjin, Darkjin, Huajin and Danjin.

Further up is the divine realm. As for what it is, Tang Long doesn’t know, because he is still too far from the divine realm.

Seeing that Tang Long was a little puzzled, Uncle Hei hurriedly explained: "The Master of Martial Arts is a kind of honorific title. Only when the internal strength reaches the peak of Danxing can he be qualified to be called the Master of Martial Arts. Your father is a master of the peak of Danxing. If he hadn't been tempering his internal strength over the years, he might have entered the divine realm."

"Divine Realm?"

Tang Long's heart trembled and he couldn't help asking: "Uncle Hei, what is the realm of the divine realm?"

"The Divine Realm means that a warrior is as qi of a dragon, and can kill people a hundred steps, just like a real dragon, and his life span will be greatly improved."

"Like my Chinese Dragon List, there are a group of divine masters. Some of them were guards with swords in front of the imperial court in the late Qing Dynasty, some were old eunuchs around the emperor, and some were descendants of the ancient martial arts family."

"Anyway, these people are all a group of devils who kill without blinking."

"However, as they grow older, most of them choose to retire. Among these divine masters, Chi Lie Zhenren from Wudang and Blood Bodhi Master from Shaolin are the most powerful, ranking first and second respectively."

"And your father is a martial arts master. Even if he faces an ordinary divine master, he can kill the opponent within a hundred moves."

Looking at Tang Tian’s back, the Hundred Steps Knife King Hei Yuanlong could not hide his admiration in his heart.

Although the Hundred Steps Sword King Hei Yuanlong is a master of the God List, it only takes a few moves in front of Tang Tian.

The master of martial arts, can’t be humiliated?!

Yan Wuhou recited silently, clenched his fists and said, "Admiral of the Nine Gate, I have surrendered. What else do you want?"

"It's very simple, kneel down!" Tang Tian said with a domineering look on his face.

"What did you say?! Kneel down?"

Marquis Yan Wu was furious and said with a calm face: "Admiral of the Nine Gate, do you really think I am a mud?"

"Haha, in my eyes, you are really muddy."

Tang Tian sneered and said indifferently: "Don't be dissatisfied. I want to kill you, it's easy, but I won't kill you because you are not worthy of dying in my hands, so I just ask you to kneel at the door and apologize!"

"Admiral of the Nine Gates, you are too bullying!" Yan Wuhou said in a hurry.

Tang Tian snorted: "I'm bullying too much. If you want to blame me, I can only blame you for not being good at learning skills and not being able to blame others!"

Not good at learning skills?

At this time, the Marquis of Yan Wu wanted to find a crack in the ground to get in. It was so embarrassing. He humiliated Tang Long just now.

But in a blink of an eye, it turned out that Tang Tian humiliated Yan Wuhou.

After all, Yan Wuhou is a martial arts senior, how could he kneel down to a young boy?

If this is spread, what face does Yan Wuhou have to go back to Kongtong?!

"Admiral of the Nine Gate, I'm fighting with you!"

Thinking of this, Yan Wuhou shouted and rushed towards Tang Tian again.

Seeing that Yan Wuhou was going to fight his best, Yan Feixia shouted anxiously: "Father, don't be impulsive!"

Looking at the rushing towards Yan Wuhou, Tang Tian narrowed his eyes, suddenly jumped up, and slapped Yan Wuhou with his palms down.

"It's the flying dragon among the eighteen poses of the real dragon!" Uncle Hei couldn't help but shout in trembling.

boom!

A loud bang came out, and the terrifying palm force fell, directly pressing the cement road out of the pit. However, the Marquis of Yan Wu vomited blood to the sky, and finally his knees softened and he knelt heavily on the ground.

One palm!

With just one palm, the Marquis of Yanwu, one of the five dignified princes, was beaten to the ground by Tang Tian using the Eighteen True Dragon Styles.
Chapter completed!