"Less verbal power. Long Lingfeng galloped over, and a distance of seven or eight meters appeared in front of Long Zun in an instant, and with one leg in the air, he kicked a series of air, and his right leg turned into a hammer that was moving forward quickly.

Long Zun's arm stretched out halfway, blocking in front of him in the shape of a cross, and the strong wind blowing from the opposite side blew the long hair on both sides of the sideburns, and the two sleeves behind the palm of his hand were like big pockets filled with wind, crackling.

Bang! The sleeves on Long Zun's arms exploded and shredded, revealing the white forearms inside, and a piece of cloth with a few strands of cloth hanging diagonally under his elbows.

The strong wind receded, and Long Zun's posture remained unchanged, but his body moved back several meters away, and there were two more thin grooves several meters long under his feet.

Long Lingfeng's figure flickered, three steps and two steps rushed forward, jumped under his feet, jumped into the air, one leg slightly retracted, the other leg stretched straight out, and the soap boots on his feet revealed the white soles.

In mid-air, he paused slightly, his body was suspended for a few seconds, and the whole person was like a huge scorpion, with scorpion legs on his arms, scorpion tails on his straight long legs, and scorpion tail hooks on white soles.

Under the sunlight, a dazzling white light flashed on the top of the tail hook, and the refracted white light shot into Long Zun's eyes.

He subconsciously covered his eyes with his hand, and immediately realized that it was not good, and hurriedly jumped backwards and jumped onto the escalator in the corridor behind him.

As soon as he stabilized, the white light flashed in his eyes, and the strong wind in his ears blew from the side of his face, and where the strong wind passed, sawdust flew everywhere, many of which hit his face.

He rolled his eyes slightly, glanced to the left, and there was a neat cut on the pillar in the direction of his left, and the scattered wood chips were scattered from the pillar.

Long Lingfeng's right leg slashed in mid-air, and the tip of the shoe on his foot was raised, revealing a blade that was shining coldly.

"Insidious!" Long Zun spat on the ground, and with a force on his legs, he jumped out and flew out, and then Long Lingfeng's right leg kicked over again.

The wooden escalator in the corridor was broken in two, and Long Lingfeng's right leg was taken out of the middle of the escalator, and with a turn of footsteps, he chased after Long Zun who had just landed in the courtyard.

Long Zun jumped back, avoiding the sharp blade on the tip of Long Lingfeng's shoes, his body took two or three steps back, and then his arms were clenched into fists and staggered in front of his chest.

The upper body seemed to be swaying rhythmically, and the feet were drawn with chaotic but orderly steps, and the two fists attacked left and right, churning towards Long Lingfeng.

Xuanli only used the ninth-order level of the martial arts realm, and every punch brought a gang wind, and what was even more terrifying was that the gang wind of the first punch had not yet receded, and the gang wind of the second punch followed up.

One after another, Gangfeng formed a natural Gangfeng barrier around his body.

He himself is like a round stone mill, constantly rolling within a certain range, wherever the wind goes, the ground is flying sand and stones, and the earth is splashed everywhere.

Everywhere he passed, he left a deep imprint.

The momentum on Long Zun's body is also like a gangfeng, stronger than wave, endless.

After more than ten punches, my body and mind indulged in this feeling of being indestructible and indestructible.

Every punch that is both rigid and soft has a feeling of refreshment, as if this is how a thousand hammer strikes should be made.

On the other hand, Long Lingfeng no longer had the aggressive momentum he had before, and turned to resist Long Zun's fist style with all his might, even so, he was unable to support it alone, barely resisting, and a layer of fine beads of sweat unconsciously floated on his forehead.

"This is a Thousand Hammer Strike!" Although Long Chong's cultivation skill is the Thirty-Six Path Tan Leg, he also knows something about the Long Family's other yellow-rank combat technique, Thousand Hammer Strike.

But the Thousand Hammer Strikes in front of him were far beyond his understanding, at least among the people he came into contact with, no one had made the Thousand Hammer Strikes feel soft.

Like him, there is also Long Maofeng of the Samurai Realm, who is also concerned about the moves in Long Zun's hands, and he himself cultivates the Thousand Hammer Strike Combat Technique, and he has a deeper understanding of the Thousand Hammer Strike.

At this moment, I saw Long Maofeng's brows furrowed, and there was confusion in his eyes, but there was a difference between the Thousand Hammer Strikes he cultivated and the Thousand Hammer Strikes made by Long Zun.

In his heart, a thousand hammer strikes are a fierce combat skill, every move and every style should be invincible and courageous, and every punch has the power to open mountains and crack stones.

But the thousand hammer blows made by Long Zun, although the moves are roughly the same, but there is an extra touch of water and soft power in each punch, even if it looks fierce and invincible, it is not completely fierce inside.

In fact, what he didn't know was that the realm of a thousand hammers hitting Dacheng would be rigid and soft, and extreme yin would appear in extreme yang, and yin and yang would be harmonized, and rigidity and softness would be combined.

It's just that he doesn't have enough comprehension of the Thousand Hammer Strike Technique, and has only reached the stage of fierceness, and if he continues to practice, he may touch the realm of both rigidity and softness in the future.

And Long Zun was also a coincidence, originally he wanted to use the thirty-six Tan legs to attack Long Lingfeng, and the Xuan Force was halfway running, but he suddenly changed his combat skills.

The route of each combat technique is different, and in the case of a sudden change in the route of a martial exercise like Long Zun, and a change to another combat technique, in the end, either the meridians are sealed, or the Xuan Force is poured back, and he causes internal injuries to himself.

However, Long Zun was very lucky, there were still two different Xuan forces in his body, and just as the Xuan Li was about to be poured out, the cyan Xuan Li in the dantian swallowed the Xuan Li that was poured back, and then separated out a Xuan Force with a trace of cyan Xuan Li characteristics.

This kind of coincidence may not appear in ten thousand people, and the special nature of the Longzun Dantian caused this coincidence to happen to him, and at the same time, the thousand hammer blows he used brought the characteristics of cyan Xuanli.

By mistake, Long Zun's thousand hammer strikes reached the realm of Dacheng, which hurt Long Lingfeng.

Every time Long Lingfeng made a move to resist Long Zun's punch, his body was trembling, and a layer of white frost was densely condensed on the outside of his finger knuckles.

In desperation, he had to retreat step by step, not daring to use his hands to catch the fist wind, even so, the front half of his body seemed to be in the cold winter of Layue, while the back half of his body was sweating.

After retreating a dozen steps, Long Lingfeng retreated to a pillar on the edge of the corridor, and his back was already attached to the pillar.

At this time, Long Zun's fist style has reached the highest, and the fist strength is the most sufficient, not to mention that such a punch will open the mountain and crack the stone, and it will definitely leave a hole in the person's body.

Long Zun's mind was immersed in the realm of both rigidity and softness, and with every punch, the 108,000 pores of his body opened comfortably to breathe freely.

However, one thing he clearly felt was that the punch he was about to unleash was the last punch he could unleash a thousand hammers.

In the face of this punch, a look of hesitation flashed in Long Lingfeng's eyes, and then he gritted his teeth violently, pressed his legs down, and stepped into the dirt like a tree stump.

Raising his palms high, he let out a loud shout in his mouth, and the palms of his hands seemed to have increased by three points, and they hit Long Zun like Mount Tai pressing on the top.

The fists of the two sides collided violently together in an instant, Long Lingfeng's face changed in vain, and the powerful Xuan Power surged upward.

The opponent's two fists seemed to fall from a high altitude, completely breaking the powerful power accumulated in his palms, and mercilessly going against the trend.

(End of chapter)