radicalducati Chapter 1396
Chapter 1396
This move was the one Ye Xiao had used in the Ye clan, and it almost overwhelmed the ancestors of the Ye clan. It was the great stone-smashing move - Nine Oxen Turning the Mill!
"Swish, swish, swish!" The silver-haired old man's feet were like iron plows, leaving two deep grooves several meters long on the ground.
Han Songbai, who saw this scene, suddenly widened his eyes. The ancestor was actually pushed out by Ye Xiao. How could this be possible!
Although he was thrown out by Ye Xiao after a face-to-face encounter in the last fight, the ancestor's strength was more than twice as strong as his!
Even if Ye Xiao was also a half-step god, it would be impossible for him to do this!
Could it be that Ye Xiao used some secret technique of the Ye clan?
Since Han Songbai couldn't see Ye Xiao's movements clearly, he had such a guess, but the silver-haired old man saw that Ye Xiao's kung fu was not from the Ye clan, but from the secular world.
This made him even more surprised. A Ye clan member only used the kung fu of the secular world, and he suffered a loss. This boy is really a demon!
But despite this, the silver-haired warrior did not lose the confidence to kill Ye Xiao. Instead, he became more and more eager to fight, because he not only did not reach his limit at this moment, but he even had the secret technique of the Han clan to use.
"Boy, try to take my move again!"
After saying that, the silver-haired old man rushed towards Ye Xiao at a faster speed than the previous attack on Ye Xiao.
In this time that was not even enough for a blink of an eye, the silver-haired old man not only seemed to shrink the ground into an inch, but also came close to Ye Xiao, and also folded his hands in front of his chest, "Puff puff puff!" Like a violent storm, both fists hit Ye Xiao's chest.
At this time, the moves used by the silver-haired old man were somewhat similar to the rolling thunder chop in the big monument-smashing hand, because both fists were like rolling thunder, but Ye Xiao saw the difference.
This should be a variation of the Sun-shaped Punch in the Mantis Fist, which is faster than the Thunder Chop. In less than half a second, the silver-haired old man had already bombarded twenty or thirty punches.
Ye Xiao narrowed his eyes slightly, and also stacked his fists, like a chain cannon, and collided with the silver-haired old man's fists.
In fact, whether just now or when the silver-haired old man was rushing at this time, he had time to use his mental power to interfere with the opponent, but he did not do so.
First, he was naturally not afraid of the silver-haired old man in a fist fight.
Second, since he entered the God Transformation Realm, he has not found a suitable opportunity to exert his full strength. Even when fighting with the ancestors of the Ye clan, he only stopped at a certain point.
Now the silver-haired old man wants to use Ye Xiao to hone his martial arts, and Ye Xiao naturally wants to use him to test how much strength he has.
And such a warrior who has barely reached the God Transformation Realm is just right.
Moreover, after confirming the opponent's strength, Ye Xiao could also guarantee that he could win, so why not do it?
Therefore, Ye Xiao did not adopt a one-sided suppression method against the silver-haired old man right from the start, but tried to force the silver-haired old man to use all his strength.
Just after Ye Xiao and the silver-haired old man's fists collided with each other in succession, the Han Yin martial arts school disciples and Cheng Yulong who were watching the fight around were miserable.
The two people's fists were like thunderbolts in the clear sky and cannonballs exploding, ringing continuously in their ears.
Especially Cheng Yulong, an ordinary person who had no martial arts at all, even if he was seven or eight meters away, he was not only dizzy and dizzy from the huge noise, his eardrums were almost cracked, but also his body was unstable and retreated repeatedly due to the strong wind from the two people's fight.
In less than two seconds, Ye Xiao and the silver-haired old man hit each other fifty or sixty times in a row.
Due to the footsteps of the two people, four large pits more than ten centimeters deep appeared on the ground, submerging the ankles of Ye Xiao and the silver-haired old man into the mud.
In the dozens of punches he threw at the silver-haired old man, Ye Xiao found the feeling of fighting with the old monk in Angkor Temple.
That time, the old monk was caught off guard and took more than sixty punches from him, and was almost exhausted in the end. But now, the silver-haired old man, perhaps because he specializes in martial arts, is obviously much stronger than the old monk.
After receiving sixty punches from Ye Xiao, although his blood and qi were already churning in his body and his fists were almost unconscious, he still had some strength left.
However, after the silver-haired old man found that Ye Xiao was getting more and more courageous and his punches were not weak at all, he did not dare to fight with Ye Xiao again.
He suddenly roared and instantly exploded part of his strength on his feet.
Suddenly, the dirt on the back of his feet was bounced up by his fierce strength, forming a barrier full of smoke and dirt between him and Ye Xiao.
Immediately afterwards, the silver-haired old manThe foot buried in the mud was suddenly lifted up, his calf was bent, the sole of the foot was straightened, and with a "swish", the thigh exerted force, and the tip of his toe was like a switchblade, stabbing at Ye Xiao's shin.
In fact, it was extremely rare for the silver-haired old man to be able to use such a move while facing Ye Xiao's powerful and heavy stone-smashing hand. It can be said that he used all his strength.
In the martial arts confrontation, not only must we fight wits and courage, but also intrigue and use the strange and the right.
In the eyes of the silver-haired old man, if this attack hit Ye Xiao, it would definitely be able to cripple one of Ye Xiao's legs. Even if Ye Xiao could dodge, it would leave an empty door, allowing him to seize the opportunity to change his moves and pursue him relentlessly.
However, what shocked him was that Ye Xiao not only ignored the dust he had blown up.
For the kick that attacked his lower body, he did not dodge or evade, but just continued to use the thunder of the stone-smashing hand to hit his fists.
"What kind of fighting style is this?"
Isn't this guy worried about his lower body being injured?
Or is Ye Xiao sure that he can knock him down with his fists?
Of course, there is another possibility, that Ye Xiao did not perceive the attack from the silver-haired old man's feet, but the silver-haired old man did not believe this possibility at all.
After Ye Xiao had exchanged more than 60 punches with him, he still had seemingly endless energy to attack him, so how could he ignore this?
At this time, Han Songbai, who was watching the battle with all his concentration, did not see the silver-haired old man's moves under his feet, but when the mud rose, he judged the silver-haired old man's intention.
After all, most of his kung fu was learned from the silver-haired old man.
However, Ye Xiao's legs and feet were motionless, which puzzled him.
Could it be that Ye Xiao was willing to sacrifice one leg and stubbornly wanted to hit his grandfather with his fists?
If Ye Xiao had overwhelming strength, he could do this, but Ye Xiao didn't!
In this case, Grandfather would only receive two more punches at most, while Ye Xiao would lose one leg.
"Break it for me!" At this time, the silver-haired old man roared again.
At this time, his silver hair exploded, his eyes were as bright as the moon, and his eyes with strong murderous intent seemed to burst out two sharp swords like substance.
Since the Ye family kid in front of him wanted to resist, he would see if this kid could withstand his hundred years of power?
At this time, Ye Xiao was naturally not like the silver-haired old man, who, as Han Songbai had guessed, only used his fists and was completely defenseless against the silver-haired old man's kick.
At this time, under the skin of his calf that he could not see, the qi was already surging, just when the silver-haired old man poked his toes on Ye Xiao's shin.
Waves of invisible energy, like huge nets, poured out from under his body and enveloped Ye Xiao's legs.