Most people only know that Xie Jinyuan has cultivated the Tiger's Howl Golden Bell Cover and the Longyin Iron Cloth, but they don't know that he has other Shaolin skills.
Bright fist!
Buddhism's magic of descending demons is created by the Buddha.
It is said in the Buddhist scriptures that the Tathagata raises its golden arms and bends its five-wheeled fingers to form a bright fist. It will show its power at Tiandu Peak and win the reputation of "the world's first fist"!
Rumor has it that you have practiced this style of fist to the extreme. When you throw a fist to defend against the enemy, every move and every move will brighten up, just like a and buddha.
But now, Xie Jinyuan seized the opportunity and made a desperate fight. All his internal energy was injected into this punch.
"boom!"
For a time, the golden masterpiece on the ring contained vast, majestic, and magnificent punches, as if it could envelope the entire world.
In an instant, Sharu's hair stood up, feeling an unprecedented death threat, and knew that he had been caught.
"Wow!"
Without any hesitation, he made a choice and retreated violently.
As the world-famous Muay Thai king, Sharu's reaction was not unpleasant.
However, his imposing manner just now has been decayed. It is like a stalled car. It is absolutely impossible to increase the speed to more than two hundred yards in an instant!
What's more, Xie Jinyuan used mental arithmetic and unintentional, and previously paid the price of ruptured sternum for this moment.
The master moves, life and death are only a moment!
"Peng!"
Xie Jinyuan's iron fist, carrying a ray of light, blasted through Sharu's chest abruptly.
So far, the light spread like a laser cannon, hitting the transparent light shield on the edge of the ring.
At the next moment, a huge hole appeared in Sharu's chest.
The heart and internal organs were all blown up, blood flowed out, and the powerful vitality instantly decayed.
Sharu looked down at the hole in his chest, his facial features were twisted, and his eyes were about to pop out of his eye sockets.
To his death, he couldn't understand why he hit Xie Jinyuan with hundreds of strokes, but it didn't work.
Xie Jinyuan killed himself with just one move.
After a few seconds, Sharu's body thumped and fell into the ring.
Xie Jinyuan, win!
Seeing this scene, many members of the Huaxia delegation in the audience cheered.
"General Ye, as you expected! Without ten moves, Colonel Xie defeated Muay Thai King Shalu with one move!" Qin Zhengyang said excitedly, admiring Ye Fan in his heart.
In Qin Zhengyang's view, Xie Jinyuan's victory over Sharu by virtue of his rich and sophisticated combat experience is certainly a textbook victory.
However, Ye Fan could see through Xie Jinyuan's strategy at a glance. This vision was too terrifying, surpassing most of the strong people present.
The so-called master not only refers to the martial arts realm, but also the vision is also important.
Blindly work hard, but there are brave and brave men, if you face an enemy whose strength is far lower than your own, that's nothing, but if you meet a well-matched opponent, I am afraid you will suffer a big loss.
A true master can formulate the most suitable style of play in battle according to the different characteristics of the enemy.
There is no doubt that Ye Fan exists like that.
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On the ring, Xie Jinyuan let out a sigh of relief when he saw the powerful enemy being defeated, but his face still looked like he had lingering fears.
What he did just now was a desperate move.
If Sharu was more cautious and didn't underestimate the enemy, then he might be the one who is down now.
"Cough cough...cough cough cough..."
Suddenly, Xie Jinyuan had a dry cough, and his figure shuddered, faltering and extremely weak.
His sternum was broken, and the piercing pain was unimaginable for ordinary people.
What's more, the last stroke of the light fist had exhausted all his inner strength, and now it was completely relying on will to prevent fainting.
Xie Jinyuan gritted his teeth and dragged his remains off the ring.
For the first time, Ye Fan rushed over and quickly urged the power of Azure Dragon to heal him.
After ten minutes, Xie Jinyuan's face recovered a bit of blood, and the injuries on his body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. Even the broken bones in his chest seemed to be slowly growing.
"General Ye, what kind of supernatural power is this, it's amazing!" Xie Jinyuan exclaimed, the corners of his eyes and eyebrows filled with unconcealed joy.
He originally thought that he was so badly injured that even if he took the pill, it would take ten and a half days to heal, but in that case, his chances of winning in the next third round of eliminations are very slim.
Who knows that now, Ye Fan has healed his injury easily. This method is comparable to Hua Tuo's living and Bian Que's rebirth.
"Haha... Colonel Xie, I am the leader of this mission, and I am responsible to every member! As long as you have a breath, I can you back from Lord Yan!"
Ye Fan's voice is full of monstrous confidence, in fact, he also has this ability.
In addition to the power of the Azure Dragon, he also holds the Dier Needle, which is equivalent to the "milk rider" in the game, and can "replenish blood" for other players infinitely.
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Next, the cruel knockout matches continued.
Members of the Huaxia delegation also appeared one by one.
Qin Zhengyang's yin and yang gossip fist was useless when facing Ye Fan, and could not even shake Ye Fan's body.
But in the arena, he performed this magical skill against a karate master from Europe.
Every move and every style is natural, powerful and powerful, unstoppable, in front of him, the opponent's moves are simply flawed.
Within a few minutes, the karate expert was beaten to admit defeat and beg for mercy.
Tang Long's opponent is a Viking warrior from Northern Europe.
Tang Long's varied and weird hidden weapon tactics perfectly restrained the opponent's moves, and won the game effortlessly.
The other Chinese elites have good luck.
Or meet a player who was seriously injured in the first round and win easily.
Either meet a non-seeded player and win after a fierce battle.
After a night of fierce battle, the second round of knockouts finally ended.
The original size of thousands of people has been sharply reduced to more than 200 people.
The Zeus team of the United States, the Atlantis Protoss, and the Tsarist gene warrior, still maintain a record of victory.
In the Huaxia delegation, only Pei Wu was absent from the competition, and the other nine also defeated their opponents.
The remaining places are occupied by other countries.
There are some small countries that have even been wiped out, and none of the players made it to the third round.
Inside the Zeus team.
Ares looked at the two hundred winners, with a look of disdain and contempt:
"Cut! It's ridiculous that a group of weak ants are still complacent there!"
The other members didn't say anything about Ares's ridicule.
Because in their eyes, apart from the Atlantis Protoss, who can barely be regarded as an "rival", everyone else is no different from the ants.
Even if it is a genetic warrior of the Tsarist kingdom, or a strong man like the "conquer king" of an oil country, it is nothing more than a stronger ant.
In this world, the gap between genius and genius is far beyond ordinary people's imagination.
Just like in China, a martial arts genius in the secular world can only become a master of the Huang Jing in a lifetime of struggle.
The genius in the ancient martial realm has cultivated to the earth realm, which is the ceiling, and can hardly reach the heaven realm.
The end point they were pursuing was just the starting point in the eyes of those supreme arrogances of the Sejong Sect.
And now, the players in the field who represent their own country to participate in the martial arts conference can be described as the most amazing martial arts genius in the country, and their strength is beyond doubt.
But on the world stage, competing with other countries' powers, the gap is as big as the difference between clouds and mud, separated by an insurmountable gap.
It is no exaggeration to say that if the Atlantis Protoss is removed and the warriors of all the countries are united, I am afraid that they will not be able to defeat the Zeus team.
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After a day and night of fierce battles, most of the players' faces were tired.
The sky in the east is bright, and the dawn is about to break out.
More than two hundred players will be drawn in turn for the third round.
This time, Ye Fan drew the number 9 and will play in the first group again.
In the previous two elimination rounds, he didn't use his full strength and easily defeated his opponent, so he didn't care about the order of appearance.
Soon, Ye Fan boarded the 9th ring, waiting for the arrival of his opponent.
At this moment, in the team of the Atlantis Protoss, there was a tall and slender figure, soaring into the air, also coming towards the 9th ring.
