The burly man who turned into a sky: Xia Quan Zhilang asked again: "How many stars do you think are the power I just now?"

Ling Yan's throat made a hoarse voice that suited his evil spirit's form. He supported his body hard, attached to the barrier, stood up again, wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth and replied: "The complete nature cannot be determined, but..."

"It's only four stars!"

Yes, the momentary effort was exactly the same as Ling Yan's attack, which means that the two attacks should have died together and disappeared invisibly.

However, with one move, Ling Yan lost, lost one arm, and was seriously injured.

I can't imagine, understand, and I can't admit it...

The enemy's martial arts: The Beidou God Fist is not only pure force, but also the terrifying skill control is also powerful. In this way, the same force will be broken.

"Where did something wrong with me?" Ling Yan supported himself and looked at Quan Zhilang and asked.

"The so-called force side does not mean that it is just a human-shaped monster."

He shook his head and continued, "Fighting by force, paying attention to the three aspects of mind, body and skills to be perfect."

Then, he stretched out three fingers, and looked at the disciple who turned into a ghost with his eyes, "This is also something that must be faced in martial arts practice... mind, body, and skills can also be simply understood as martial arts, force, and martial arts!"

"Weapon power, you have exceeded the four-star limit, and your martial arts can only be considered purely me. It cannot be said that it is too good or too bad. It can be regarded as exerting the power of four-stars. The problem lies in martial arts..."

Under Quan Zhilang's men, not only the Beidou God Fist, but also the mysterious martial arts turned into smooth movements, showing Ling Yan the most intuitively the essence of the foundation of martial arts.

"The training of mental and physical skills will never end, but you cannot inject your heart into your martial arts and martial arts. Your heart can no longer keep up with your strength and martial arts."

"Come on? Then how should I keep up with me?" Ling Yan asked back in confusion.

"The heart and soul merge." Quan Zhilang said affirmatively: "Let your heart and soul blend, bring your desires into existence, and become a power that belongs only to you."

"A thing in the heart is the most wonderful. When it is silent, it is like an ancient well that does not sow, and when it rises, it is like a tide that is surging; it is gloomy, innocent, complex, or simple." He pointed to Ling Yan's heart: "Your power is here, but you don't know it."

"Let your soul merge, realize your desires, and become a force that belongs only to you." A thick voice turned into endless echoes and rang in Ling Yan's mind.

"The power that belongs only to me...?" Ling Yan murmured to himself as he looked at the palm of his hand that was left with only one left.

Take the things you desire as power and make yourself stronger...

This is the function of the "heart", which is something that Ling Yan doesn't care about...

"So that's it..." Ling Yan smiled suddenly: "So that's it!"

"This is your loophole. Your Tao is still stuck in the three-star limit. If it weren't for the divine power you got, your evaluation should be three-star." Quan Zhilang closed his eyes and said again: "It is precisely because of this that he can't resist the martial arts I have learned with the same effort!"

Quan Zhilang's voice became louder and louder, and in the end, it turned into a rolling thunder in Ling Yan's mind: "The road of martial arts is not just about external objects, it's enough to have yourself!"

"No matter it is the will of the Suzhan Mingzun or the so-called "virtual" pollution! It is not something you should be afraid of!"

"Your power! You have always been buried by yourself!"

"I understand." Ling Yan forced his body to support him, no longer holding on to the invisible wall, and slowly moved forward, showing a smile of no doubt: "Come on, let me see your full strength this time! Teacher!"

"Oh? Since you have asked this... then pray..." The burly man who was shown in the sky smiled: "Pray not to be defeated by the will of this heaven. Since you have asked, I will end this duel with the strongest power." Just as he finished speaking, he raised his hand.

However, just raising your hand released the "momentum" and "intention" that cannot be described in words that people can't understand!

It's like the sky is crushing himself! The gods in the sky stretch out their arms to pinch your throat, making it impossible for you to breathe!

It’s obviously not bound, but it’s inactive!

In an instant, it seemed as if the terrible power of the sky collapsed at this moment burst out from the fist that was swung.

The violent energy that was about to smash the world with one punch, crossing the distance between the two of them like a sea tide, as if from the highest place in the world, he was swinging towards Ling Yan, who was already unable to move.

——The name is: Boxing King Sky Falling!!!

This is the strongest mystery that Rao, the owner of Wushuang Kung Fu at the end of the century, finally understood!

Tie the sky to my fist, and at the last moment of returning to heaven, the transcendent fist burst out into the sky!

If it weren't for one punch and no defense of energy, the winner of the final showdown between the Beidou God Fist would definitely not be Quan Siro!

See clearly! My disciple! This is the sky-breaking fist swinged by the overlord Rao who has never surrendered to the dark and chaotic times in his life and has never taken a step back!

It is also the strength you desire! If you want it, take it all for him!

A loud noise was made, and Ling Yan's body flew backwards like a cannonball in the violent attack, and his bones and internal organs all shattered and scattered. Only when the enemy deliberately maintained it, he forced him to soberly remember the destruction of this move in his heart.

This is a training of his martial arts power and a test.

If you cannot get rid of the destruction, you will be immersed in the shadow of failure. If you can resolve all the horrors in your memory in the subsequent practice, then your true martial arts will also be revealed.

This is a method of tempering, and now it is also a skill of fighting.

Supreme, domineering, shattered!

Even with the guarantee of the Lord God, Ling Yan was still destroyed by the domineering will of destruction.

The inner desire slowly takes shape and changes under the erosion of external forces.

Even if it is a fierce attack, it will bear it all!

Even if it is so terrible, it will be engraved in the soul and remembered it tightly!

Remember how much you failed!

Even if the body is destroyed into the tiniest fragment, the soul is still strongly supported and refuses to fall.

Ling Yan could even hear countless wailing sounds from the depths of his soul. The divine nature of Suzhan Mingzun was eager to devour the overbearing destruction and severe pain. He tried hard to stay awake, mustering up the greatest courage to remember the attack that seemed to be shattered by it.

You cannot escape, nor can you hide.

This is the most harsh martial arts training. The terrible power of the will of heaven is burning Ling Yan's soul like a furnace.

The golden light appeared as if it represents an absolutely beautiful light...

Although it was only a small piece, this was before Ling Yan lost consciousness. He felt that an existence that could be fought against was born in his soul occupied by destruction and domineering...

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Ahh, I suddenly found a very serious problem: In addition to Ling Yan, the remaining two funny guys are very brain-cell... Alas...

By the way, I will declare the plot about the scoundrel again: I will write it in the form of a scoop, and Ling Yan is not the protagonist (maybe the boss?) Anyway, they are two... Ahem, the new generation of Tiancang sisters as the protagonist

The plot of the tattoo will be much stronger. After all, the official answer from the trouser demon was slapped in the face too hard, and it will naturally pass after the fire pattern.

Yes, that's it. If it were zero fans, I couldn't wait... I couldn't help [shrugging]

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