Chapter 568

Almost just as Huang Yi broke out of the house like a tiger, Sima Nandi, who had been sitting on the ground, stood up fiercely.

If Huang Yi is like a tiger, Sima can't be defeated. At this time, he is like a dragon, a giant dragon in the starry sky.

He doesn't show up at ordinary times and seldom uses force in public. Apart from being afraid of general Shifu and keeping a low profile, he thinks that there is no one else in the world worth fighting.

In the eyes of the world, he is no different from the immortal.

Today, he can finally face a real worthy opponent.

"Come on, OK." Sima Nandi got up and drank violently. As soon as he stretched out his hand, it was like a knife. Suddenly, it was like a stream of air cutting in the air. It was like a long knife standing horizontally, cutting through the void.

In front of Chen Xiaozhu and Chen Hui, he uses the Taiji palm of Taiji gate.

The palm of his hand is like a knife. He cuts Huang Yi's neck with a knife.

Although people's palms are only tens of centimeters long, Sima can't beat a master like him. He can feel the sharp blade from half a meter away.

With his strength and internal skill, he can cut people in half, not to mention with his palm.

"How can I move the door and get an axe?" Huang Yi laughs. I'm with taijimen every day. How can you use taijizhang in front of me?

In the long laughter, he stepped on tai chi and turned his body. He also used the Tai Chi step of Tai Chi gate.

People who practice Tai Chi walk usually walk out of the circle of Tai Chi along the ground under the tree. The faster they walk, the faster they go. At the end, leaves fall all over the sky, and a circle of Tai Chi will be paved on the ground.

Huang Yi's Taiji skill is naturally superb. He has no leaves on his head, but his body moves, and the air around him seems to follow his body.

It soon formed a whirlpool around itself.

Sima can't be defeated. It's like chopping in waves and eddies.

His body is a little out of control, Hu, from the vortex outside a slip, cut to the edge of a broken table.

Bang, the table burst through the air, and Sima's face changed greatly.

The other side to drive force, using the authentic Taiji play, 42 pull a thousand jin.

And it's between lightning and flint. Taiji is really much better than him.

"The Dragon leaps and the horse leaps, and the eight trigrams are in a trance." Sima can't beat him in one move. When he fails in the second, his body rises like a dragon and his feet leap like a horse, which makes the "big eight split" in the eight trigrams.

You should know that the most famous one in the Eight Trigram sect is the Eight Trigram Palm, but Sima is unique. He created the Eight Trigram fist from the Eight Trigram Palm.

It's like a fist but not a fist. It's like a palm but not a palm.

In a flash, he attacked Huang Yi's eyes, nose, chest, abdomen, stall and other eight key points.

As long as you hit one place, even if Huang Yi's body is not bad, he will be hurt.

We all know that Vajra is not bad, and we all know that the shortcomings of Vajra are there.

It's not to say that if Vajra is bad, it will not be bad. As long as it hits the key or the killing power is strong enough, Vajra will not be bad.

In addition to general and Ding Yi, the killing power of these two men is equal.

A tank here will be beaten into mud by their empty hands.

It may take eight seconds for an ordinary person to play in eight directions.

Sima is hard to fight in 80 directions. It may only take one second.

Between lightning and flint, his move is big eight split, because the speed is too fast, it looks like there are eight arms.

Chen Xiaozhu, Chen Hui and Ding Yi are all masters of traditional Chinese arts. They all admire Sima for his eight arms.

No matter what his character is, this Kung Fu is really amazing.

Bang, bang, bang, in the face of this big eight chop, even Huang Yi couldn't escape. The field was full of energy and noise.

The two figures staggered forward and backward, ringing eight times.

At this time, Chen Xiaozhu and Chen Huigen couldn't see what was going on.

Only Ding Yi can see clearly with the help of divine thoughts.

This big eight chop has eight waves of attack. Huang Yi can't avoid the first four rounds, so he takes four steps back and uses four moves.

Hongxian iron boxing, Yongchun boxing, Baji boxing, Taiji Mopan.

In almost a second, Huang Yi changed four boxing methods and took four steps back to make the big eight arms clean.

However, after this move, Huang Yi's clothes have been torn apart, revealing his rough body, especially his chest hair, which is very sexy and obvious.

"The third move." At this time, Huang Yi laughs again, and at the same time spits out his turbid Qi.

Sima is hard to fight. He attacks first and oppresses continuously. Huang Yi retreats step by step. It can be said that the two have already fought each other. Sima is hard to fight and Huang Yi is defending.

He held on to the two waves and finally planned to fight back.

He said that it is hard to kill Sima with three moves, so we must do it with three moves.

"You also take me a move - Changchun free."

When Huang Yi said this, his body suddenly seemed to be a little longer. His eyes were like a moment, and his spirit was like an ancient Taoist, Changchun and comfortable.

"Bang" Huang Yi's fists are like stars with a deafening sound.

He doesn't look like a martial arts master, but a Xuanmen master.

The universe is in his boxing.

This is no longer an ordinary martial art, but infinitely close to Taoism.

When Ding Yi saw this move, he understood that if Qiu Chuji, the son of Changchun, had a good chance, he could become a immortal and a true man.

With the book of Changchun Neijing, it has surpassed countless Chinese boxing classics and can be called the shame treasure of the time.

At the same time, Sima Nandi seems to feel the strength of this move. He is ferocious and desperate to fight back. His long arm is like a gun. He thrusts horizontally and obliquely, like a long gun into Huang Yi's fist strength.

The two masters don't give in. You attack me, too. The momentum in the field reaches its peak.

Bang, Sima's hard left arm came first after he hit Huang Yi. At the same time, he hit Huang Yi's right shoulder.

His hand is like a peerless long gun. It hits Huang Yi's body and makes the sound of metal handover.

Hum, Huang Yi's body shakes, half of his shoulders seem numb.

"I won." Sima was overjoyed and almost saw the hope of victory.

But just as he hit Huang Yi, Huang Yi's figure didn't stop. Whoosh, he turned around and hit Sima's left armpit with his left fist at an incredible angle.

Sima can't beat Huang Yi by raising his left arm. He just exposes this crucial position and is hit by Huang Yi.

"You" his face even variable, words did not come and say, bang, the whole person inverted fly out.

All the way out there are more than 20 meters, fell to the ground rolling.

He rolled a few laps before squatting on the palm of his hand.

His blood red eyes stare at Huang Yi, and then slowly look at Ding Yi: "you --- how --- know my key --"

Whoa, before he finished, he fell to the ground and died on the spot.

His eyes open big, unwilling to look at Ding Yi.

Sima is hard to fight.

A generation of masters, martial arts practice to King Kong is not bad, half a foot into the broken void of Sima, finally died.

When he died, he was not willing to accept.

Because he knew that he had been plotted.

Everyone is King Kong. Huang Yi can't know where his key is.

If you want to say that in this world, only one person can see his key point. This person must be Ding Yi.

Even the general may not know the crux of Sima's difficulty, but Huang Yi hit him in one move.

It was Ding Yi who helped him. He was killed by three moves.

So he didn't agree.

But this is the world.

Huang Yi, with guilt on his face, walked over slowly, bent down and reached out to cover Sima's eyes.

"You don't have to feel guilty. If he comes out to kill you, he will think that he will be killed one day." Ding Yi said faintly: "your Kung Fu is far above him, but affected by radiation, your body function is not as good as before."

"He's not your match in the first place."

After hearing this, Huang Yi shook his head: "it's not because of this, but only a few people in the world who can practice Vajra well."

"Since then, there has been one less master of Chinese culture."

"He helped the tyrant. It's not a pity to die. Master Huang, don't blame yourself." Chen Hui comforted him.

"Master." Chen Xiaozhu walks over and looks at Huang Yi admiringly.

Huang Yi stood up against the wind, his black chest hair flying in the air.

In the distance, suddenly a figure slowly approached.