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The two hundred and eleventh chapter, the defeated generals!

Chapter 211: The defeated general!

The ups and downs of life come too quickly, and it is so exciting.

Li Muyang, who could not stop Chu Xun's sword's power just now, didn't know what new moves he had learned. The small universe suddenly exploded, breaking Chu Xun's more powerful and domineering sword to destroy the city, and knocking Chu Xun himself away and seriously injured and fell to the ground.

Everyone stared at Li Muyang with wide eyes. If it weren't for seeing it with their own eyes, it would be hard to believe it.

"Jinglong Fist." Lu Qiji exclaimed in a low voice. "He actually learned Jinglong Fist--"

Hearing Lu Qiji's voice, Yang Xiaohu finally woke up from his shock, turned around and looked at Lu Qiji and asked, "What did you say? Jinglong Fist?"

Only then did Lu Qiji realize that he had made a mistake. The Dragon Fist technique is the secret of the Dragon Clan. He used thunder and lightning as a training partner. He first used the Dragon Clan's "Thunder Induction Trick" to attract lightning, and then accumulated energy and punched, smashed the attracted lightning and even swallowed it directly for his use.

As the name suggests, the Dragon Fist technique is to use lightning to shock the dragon, and then exert the strong power in the dragon clan's body and strive to tap the infinite potential of the Dragon clan. Shocking dragon also has another meaning, which means that even the invincible lightning can only shock the dragon, but it is difficult to hurt the dragon.

Although this secret has disappeared ten thousand years ago, it is difficult to guarantee that no one will know its existence now.

Maybe others don’t know, but the sheep master in front of him is one of the most likely insiders - who can make his research field be to kill dragons?

"Jinglong Fist? What kind of fist is that?" Lu Qiji looked at Yang Xiaohu with a blank expression and said, "I think this punch looks familiar, but I don't know what kind of fist technique it is."

"You said that was Jinglong boxing--" Yang Xiaohu looked at Lu Qiji with confusion and said, "Student Qiji has seen such boxing before?"

"No." Lu Qiji shook his head. "I seem to have seen an ancient book somewhere, and I have a little introduction to this kind of boxing. However, it may be that I misread-"

Yang Xiaohu nodded and said, "I have also seen an introduction to Jinglong boxing in "The Origin of the Dragon Clan". However, that kind of boxing has been lost for thousands of years, and it is said that only the dragon clan can use it. Using the power of the body to fight against the sky thunder, I am afraid that only the perverts like the dragon clan can think of it-"

"—" Lu Qiji thought that Li Muyang was indeed a pervert, but the more perverted ones were those who wanted to kill dragons.

"The punch that Li Muyang used just now is somewhat similar to the Jinglong Fist technique. However, the Jinglong Fist technique is a roaring dragon that will rush out of his arm, while what Li Muyang waved was a ball of white light and a ball of elongated snake. There is still a fundamental difference between the two."

"Master Yang said," Lu Qiji whispered. Since Yang Xiaohu himself denied his guess, there is no need to bother him about this issue.

Otherwise, Lu Qiji himself would not be able to get rid of this problem.

If Li Muyang is Long, who are you?

"But where did Li Muyang learn this kind of boxing? What's the name of this punch?" Yang Xiaohu asked.

"—" Lu Qiji refused to answer, pretending that he had not heard of Yang Xiaohu's question.

Yang Xiaohu raised his right hand, then cut it hard, and said, "This duel is over."

Tiemuxin was the first to rush to the duel arena, holding Li Muyang in his arms, shouting excitedly: "So handsome, so handsome, Li Muyang, you killed Chu Xun, you knocked down that stinky guy--"

"Thank you." Li Muyang also patted Tie Muxin's shoulder and said with a smile.

He was also very happy.

When he was knocked out by Chu Xun for the first time, the scene of a man in white and a thunder fighting suddenly appeared in his mind.

The scene was extremely shocking, which made his blood boil.

There was a strong desire in his heart. He hoped that he would do it once like the man in white, and he felt that he could do it.

Originally, I just conducted it with an experimental mentality, but I didn't expect that I could really succeed.

Lin Canghai also walked over, looked at Li Muyang with a smile on his face, and said, "Brother Muyang, congratulations. I just don't know what the punch you just now is called? Why have you never heard you talk about it before?"

"I just started learning-" Li Muyang quickly thought about the answer in his heart. "Xiahou gave me some books, and I learned this move from a book. I was not very skilled and felt that I could not exert the power of this punch. So I didn't have the courage to use it when I was injured for the first time. Later, I was forced to do so, so I had to take it out and fight. Unexpectedly, I really won."

"This move is extremely powerful. It not only swallowed Chu Xun's powerful sword energy that destroyed the city with one sword, but also used that sword energy to impact the sword swinger's body - maybe your power is not enough to hurt Chu Xun like this, but after swallowing Chu Xun's sword energy, its power has increased sharply, making it difficult for people to fight." Lin Canghai glanced at Chu Xun with sympathy and said, "It's better to say that Chu Xun was knocked out by you and his own dual power. I'm afraid I'll be lying in the bed for a while this time."

Li Muyang quickly explained and said, "I didn't mean it."

Qiandu walked over with a smile on his face, and said in a crisp and sweet voice: "Class Chu Xun said just now that swords have no eyes. If an arm is accidentally cut off and a leg is cut off during the competition, it can be forgiven."

"—" Chu Xun, who was lying on the ground, felt like he wanted to die. I was so injured, so don't finish the attack again, okay?

"Li Muyang, congratulations." Qiandu looked at Li Muyang's dark pupils, with a familiar shadow inside.

"Thank you." Li Muyang said gratefully. Li Muyang was really moved by the care from the heart of so many friends.

Li Muyang walked to Chu Xun, squatted down and asked with concern, "Class Chu Xun, are you okay?"

“—”

"Sorry, I didn't mean it. That punch was my first time using it, and I couldn't control the strength-"

"—" Chu Xun had the urge to hold a knife and chop people. If you don't control your strength, you can beat the person like this? When you control your strength, will I still have a chance to survive?

"Thank you for giving me a second chance." Li Muyang said with a sincere look: "Otherwise, I won't have the chance to display it."

“—”

Li Muyang stretched out his fist and gently pressed it on Chu Xun's chest.

"You are dead." Li Muyang said.

“—”

The corners of his mouth raised slightly, showing a very brilliant smile that Chu Xun didn't like, and said, "But, you spared me once just now, so now I want to let you go. We're equalizing."

"I won't admit defeat." Chu Xun's mouth was bleeding, his eyes were staring at Li Muyang viciously, and his voice was hoarse and resentful: "Next time, there will be another duel between us."

"Don't be stupid." Li Muyang said: "You are already my defeated player. I don't compete with my defeated player in the second game. Winning is a decoration, and losing is a burden."

"—" Chu Xun really wanted to get a few tricks on himself. What the hell did I do just now? Mobile phone users, please visit http://m.piaotian.net

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