Dimensional Eroders Chapter 1449

In the flash of lightning, Bai Lang had no time to practice and refine any qi. Even if it succeeds, it will only be a breakthrough from 0 to 1. One point of infuriating energy is of little use. Can it be used to blow out birthday candles?

So he took a deep breath, and all the muscles and veins in his body moved together. In an instant, he regained the familiar feeling in this unfamiliar body.

The essence of the so-called "internal/external boxing" is to continuously beat the muscles and bones. While improving the strength of the physical body, it also enhances the control of the body more deeply. Therefore, 'Internal/External Boxing' does not cultivate Qi, but only focuses on polishing the body and tempering the mental will.

Although Bailang had just arrived, he was using a strange body given to him by the paradise. But his physique was born to exceed the limits of mortals, just like King Chu Bawang and Li Yuanba.

The God-given body of the King of Ashes often only needs to be superimposed with simple combat experience, ignoring decades of hard training, and bursting out with extreme intensity in minutes.

In the moment when he couldn't breathe, a man in official uniform appeared in front of Lang, with a layer of blood-evil air floating around his body. His right hand used an eagle claw to tear towards his throat, causing bursts of fishy wind and a vicious eagle cry. .

"What a sharp claw skill! What a strong iron-blooded energy. When I take action, there are visions accompanying me. I obviously got the essence of it and have practiced the Eagle Claw skill into my bones!"

Du Ke, who had just calmed down the backlash of his soul ring and successfully completed the attack, was also attracted by this movement.

He opened his eyes and looked, and was immediately attracted by the heroic figure of the big roc spreading its wings. He blurted out the flattery without thinking, and immediately attracted waves of heartfelt echoes from the surrounding boys. There is a sense that Xingxiu Laoxian is playing jungle on the front line, and the cheerleaders are watching, shouting passionately, and giving passionate commentary.

Faced with this blow, Bai Lang's muscles all over his body bulged and his skin turned bloody. Under the dermis, purple-black meridians emerged, twisting and twisting like snakes and insects, intertwining with each other to form a blood demon's afterbirth.

boom!

Without any visual special effects and without a trace of life energy, Henglian Grandmaster Lang used only a physical force (fist) at the biological level to directly blast the true energy claw attack that was blessed by true energy and caused the evil eagle to pounce on the phenomenon.

The opponent didn't even leave scratches on his flesh before the blood collapsed from the beating, and the eagle's cry suddenly stopped. The sharp pain and huge thrust of the needle acted on the arm of the man in official uniform at the same time.

With the power of a punch, Lang knocked the opponent several meters into the air, leaving a face full of shock.

"Here's Gang Qi? No! You don't have a trace of alien Qi in your body. How can you do this with just your physical body?" Looking at Bai Lang's Qi and blood surging, his blood-colored skin with purple-black meridians, his inhuman posture, this is obviously not what a normal person should do. Somewhat. The face of a hieroglyphic demon cultivator.

but! Something felt wrong at the moment of hand-to-hand contact. He didn't feel any collision of infuriating energy, only a strange force and a penetrating and stinging pain like a needle prick.

So the man in official uniform started the art of looking at Qi again, but still couldn't catch any trace of Qi from Lang's body. Similarly, there are no traces of bloodline awakenings containing alien energy, or other traces of cultivating the Gangqi of outsiders.

Such a clean body, 0 traces of energy fluctuations, yellow aura feedback... What the **** can a pariah do?

What he couldn't accept the most was that he had already mastered the seven principles of cultivation, and yet he was defeated by a 'muscular pariah' who had no foundation in internal skills?

Shame, huge shame. If word spreads out, how will he be able to gain a foothold in the yamen in the future, and how will he have the face to meet people?

Turning from embarrassment to anger, the opponent activated his ten successes and no longer hesitated to strike with all his strength.

In the wave perception, another layer of strange mental fluctuations escaped from the man's body, quickly combined with the original energy, and transformed into a new move, a vague and uncertain finger power. It contains a very rigid spiritual conception that must be understood personally by the other party and is very templated.

"The Finger of the Great Desolate Prisoner of Heaven!"

The original qi secret skill with profound intentions was now forcibly upgraded to the mysterious and difficult-to-defend three-in-one "spiritual + energy + physical attack" level.

And the person who made the move turned out to be a third-rate **** who didn't even understand all the twelve serious scriptures. What happened to this world? Also, the name of your **** technique seems to be a bit life-threatening, right? Can you bear it?

Bailang was constantly shocked, but the opponent's attack at this moment gave him a sense of threat. So he could only concentrate, clenched his fists for the second time, and visualized the Shura form of [Rabbit King Bodhisattva] in his mind.

[Materialist Internal/External Boxing Method] does not involve energy cultivation such as Qi, but it contains training methods that cultivate the spirit of hard work. For example, when practicing boxing, visualize certain pictures and think about the corresponding philosophical thoughts.

In the end, the heart and mind are united, and the mind can be given when punching, which is the so-called "boxing intention".

Of course, in the eyes of the materialistic warriors of physics, it's all **** metaphysics. The fist intention does not exist, it is all self-movement and meaningless brain waves. The secret of boxing is that the muscles, bones, and fascia are moving to maximize the output of work.

Boxing intention? It's just brain wave noise that cannot be added to the kinetic energy impact.

But in today's world, spirit and soul exist.

Bailang's descending body was born with both perfect constitution and perception. Not only does it represent the natural divine power, but the spirit ([perception]) is also perfect.

Therefore, it is not too much for the supreme migrant worker master to pour his mind (boxing intention) into his fist, right?

boom!

Another dull collision, the bones of Lang's fist were penetrated by the opponent's finger force, and severe pain hit him. Not only did he suffer bone fractures, but also the opponent's true energy invaded the empty meridians, destroying most of his right forearm.

But the opponent was not feeling well either. The strongest blow was wiped out by the wave, and the mental attack that gave absolute confidence was scattered by the mediocre fist. It failed to disturb and destroy the opponent's mind. Instead, it was beaten by the opponent's heavy and hard fist. The joint of the index finger was broken, showing a deformed twist and fold.

Without waiting for the opponent to react or fight back, Bailang reluctantly attacked him. One dives for a throw, wraps the opponent close up, and then locks his arms behind his back. Using unrestricted free fighting techniques that are completely inconsistent with contemporary martial arts aesthetics, he throws the opponent and drags him into the rhythm of a ground battle.

The center of gravity was unbalanced, and the man in official uniform was severely tripped by the tall wave. Then a punch fell from the sky like a meteor, hitting his eyes hard, causing severe pain + blindness, making his vision go dark and his mind go blank.

The body subconsciously resisted, but the opponent used joint techniques to lock him to death. I have never had a fighting experience before, full of savagery and despicability of mud-legged people. I have no experience in dealing with it. It is really unseemly.

When the man in official uniform struggled with the last of his true energy, trying to strangle Bai Lang, Lang relied on this blank slate body with no training experience to burst out his endless potential, carrying the erosion and destruction of the meridians throughout his body with his true energy, such as A big python strangled the opponent to death.

You beat yours, I'll hang mine. Even if I fight to destroy all my meridians, I will use the power contained in my muscles and bones to destroy you.

Click, click!

With two consecutive crisp sounds, Bai Lang broke the opponent's arms and ribs, and hit the back of the head with elbow strikes, successfully subduing the opponent whose face was covered with blood.

Seeing this scene, Du Ke and a group of younger brothers gathered around and threatened: "Do you dare to kill officials and rebel?"

First, he took out the metal token from the arms of the man in official uniform and carried it all in his arms. Bai Lang then reached out and pulled out a short knife from his waist. According to Du Ke's request, he stabbed the victim's collarbone with his backhand.

It was reactivated with pain and woke up the man in official uniform who had fainted from the pain. Then he manipulated the handle of the knife with neither light nor heavy hands, and used the threat of pain and death to force the man in official uniform to stand up, stand in front of him as a hostage, and confront the gang members in front of him: "My lord, you don't want to be killed yourself. Are these gangsters going to be forced to death? You and I have no grievances, but they are so close. I am so scared. If my hands shake..."

"Get out of here, get out of here. Get away. I don't want to see your stupid faces again. And you, I admit defeat this time. Tell me, what do you want? I can satisfy you."

Bailang tilted his head and thought seriously. Finding that his pockets were empty, he had no means of controlling the other party for the time being. The first day I lost [Fukimaru Must Die], I missed it so much!

After confirming that there was no way to control the other party, Bai Lang's voice became softer and he asked politely: "Do you have anything on you, such as worms, poisons, zombie brain pills, and tire burst pills? Lend me some. Please use it to deepen the trust between each other."

The man in official uniform shook his head repeatedly: "Duck, no need. I am seriously injured and I am under your control. I will not act irrationally."

"What's your surname, sir? Where will you be employed?"

"He. He Daoquan, the Supervisor of the Jiangnan Province of the Blood-clothed Guards, is responsible for monitoring the movements of martial arts, sects, sects, and aristocratic families. At the same time, he bribes and controls local small sects to recruit new blood for the court. I just noticed that your Excellency has extraordinary abilities. He must be practicing martial arts. A prodigy, he just had a wrong idea and wanted to force him to be his subordinate. Misunderstandings are all misunderstandings."

Lang: "Isn't that what you said just now? But it doesn't matter. Since it's a misunderstanding, it's easy to deal with. Why don't I treat you to a treat and you can show you the way. Let's find a famous brothel, meet each other and forget the grudges?"

After saying that, Lang shook the stack of banknotes he took out from the other party, which was very generous.

"Ahem, okay! I'll lead the way, please come this way."

While coughing up blood, Mr. He raised his left arm that could barely move and wiped the blood from his face. UUReadingｗww.uukanshu.com Enduring the dizziness caused by multiple fractures, dislocations and concussions all over his body, he staggered towards the nearest high-end club.

And this place was originally his destination, and it was also the check-in attraction that Bailang was looking for. Now, both are back on track.

While walking, Master He silently circulates the blood of his internal energy, suppressing internal injuries, constantly stimulating his potential, and slowly recuperating.

The good news is that the opponent really has no internal skills, and all the damage he inflicts is physical damage (trauma from bruises). Although it was still very tragic and even caused internal bleeding, it was much easier to deal with than the hidden internal injuries and mental dangers that were caused by magic.

However, he had no idea that Bailang's mercy was entirely due to the need to randomly select a lucky aboriginal at the beginning of each mission to serve as a 'temporary pill' to torture and integrate the information into the mission world.

It's a pity that in this trial, he was forced into a strange blank body and lost [must die]. This feeling of not being allowed to use familiar starting moves when playing chess is really bad.

Seeing the passers-by disperse one after another, Lang Hand, who was covered in mud, held a short knife in front of the other person's neck, put their arms around Master He, and led the horse towards the famous local club. At this time, his thoughts began to wander, and he finally had time to ponder the prompts issued by the park.

Chapter end