What happened!

Zhou Jin was shocked. How could Song Yun's internal energy be so full? Eighteen seconds have passed now. This kind of internal energy is the most consumed. Even if Zhou Jin consumes the internal energy in his body, he can only last for thirty seconds. In his opinion, Song Yun can persist for fifteen seconds, which is already the leader of the younger generation. After all, Song Yun is only in his twenties, but when he reaches eighteen seconds, Zhou Jin has already discovered something is wrong.

And at the 20th second, feeling the huge recoil force coming from Song Yun's hands and feet, Zhou Jin understood that Song Yun's internal energy was probably rich enough to a point that he could not even imagine.

At this time, Zhou Jin decisively wanted to change his tricks.

Zhou Jin's body suddenly retreated. Song Yun was about to bully him, but Zhou Jin twitched his feet on the ground, and his whole body seemed like a dragonfly. In just one or two seconds, it had already flashed out more than twenty meters.

"How could your internal energy be like that! This is impossible! This is impossible!"

Zhou Jin asked in surprise.

Song Yun grinned and said, "Come on, continue to fight with me, and you will know why my inner energy is like this! I will give you this surprise."

As he spoke, Song Yun's body rushed towards Zhou Jin again.

"Damn it."

As an older generation of proletarian martial arts master, Zhou Jin's internal energy is accumulated bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit by bit. Moreover, internal energy is not as long as it takes longer. He also needs to cultivate his mind all the time. Only when the mind is cultivated can the internal energy accumulate slowly. Otherwise, as long as the time is long, there will be more internal energy. Wouldn't that mean that you will be invincible in the world if you live to be over 100 years old?

Song Yun's attack was like mercury pouring into the ground, and he did not give Zhou Jin a chance to rest.

"You are forcing me! At worst, we two can defeat the death."

Zhou Jin roared, and one hand suddenly grabbed Song Yun's shoulder. Then, the other hand raised two fingers and poked Song Yun's grasped shoulder.

puff!

Song Yun's hardened shoulder was actually poked out a blood hole by Zhou Jin.

"My grass!"

Song Yun quickly waved his hand and knocked off the arm that was holding on his shoulder, then retreated.

Zhou Jin did not follow up, but looked at Song Yun with a gloomy face and said, "I didn't plan to use this trick. This trick consumes too much internal energy, but you are forcing me! If you want to die, die together."

Song Yun was shocked when he looked at the bloody mouth on his shoulder. What trick was this? His two fingers broke his shoulder as hard as steel, and the muscles inside him were directly beaten into minced meat under the poke of these two fingers. Is this the legendary Eryang finger?

But these two yang fingers seem to be used by women, especially when you are sleepless late at night, your index and middle fingers are put together and then self-sufficient, which is enough to satisfy some of the things women have…

Could it be that Zhou Jin is not good at things under him, and he can only rely on the index finger and middle finger to comfort his woman all day long, so he can practice this poke to break his defense of the second yang finger?

"Hmph, although you can also use internal energy, your use of internal energy is limited to head-on. You don't understand other methods of using internal energy at all." Zhou Jin said disdainfully, "This is a unique method of compressing internal energy created by meditations in the institute after more than ten years of concentration. The internal energy is concentrated and compressed on the two fingers through the meridians of the body, and the air shield similar to half of the blade on the fingers is formed. This method is absolutely impossible without high-intensity internal energy and superb internal energy usage. Song Yun, if you force me out, you will be considered dead without regrets."

Song Yun's eyes lit up, and he quickly raised his fingers and tried to control the internal energy to the index finger and the wooden one. However, it was simple to transport the internal energy to the top, but the internal energy could only condense, and it was impossible to form the air shield similar to the blade mentioned by Zhou Jin.

"Hmph, do you think it's so easy to learn something I've developed for more than ten years? That masters in the world are too worthless." Zhou Jin smiled disdainfully.

"I don't have to know, I will still fuck you!" Song Yun saw that he really didn't know, so he just ignored it. Although there was a blood hole on his shoulder, for Song Yun, this kind of wound was like a mosquito bite, and it really didn't have much impact.

"You will know later who did whom!" Zhou Jin even walked slowly towards Song Yun with one hand and two fingers faintly towards the ground.

"I'm so mad, I say I hate the fat guy who is pretending to be the most!"

Song Yun roared angrily and ran towards Zhou Jin.

The two men fought each other in close combat!

Bang bang bang bang.

The muffled sounds sounded again and again, not enough, this time Zhou Jin's hand was fighting against Song Yun's two hands, while the other hand was looking for opportunities to poke Song Yun from time to time.

Zhou Jin was very fast, and his skills seemed to be a little better than Song Yun.

So, Song Yun was poked for granted.

Puff puff puff puff.

Blood holes appeared one after another on Song Yun's body, which seemed very terrifying.

Song Yun wanted to organize Zhou Jin to poke him, but it seemed that Zhou Jin was really skillful. Every time he wanted to dodge, Zhou Jin would always use his other hand to limit his movements. After his movements were restricted, he would be poked, which was inevitable.

So, soon, in less than ten seconds, Song Yun's body was covered in blood and his whole body was dyed red.

The blood gushed out of the poked blood holes dyed Song Yun's whole body red.

"I'm going, why can't I do this? If I know, I'll kill you."

Song Yun was thinking and attacking Zhou Jin. However, this time Zhou Jin did not play head-on with Song Yun like before, but instead used his body skills to deal with Song Yun, so Song Yun was a little helpless.

Could it be that I really have to be poked into a hornet’s nest?

Song Yun frowned.

Suddenly, Song Yun's eyes lit up.

He seemed to have something forgot to use!

Zhou Jin's fingers came towards Song Yun again.

Song Yun, you bend your body.

The finger that had already poked Song Yun's chest suddenly poked Song Yun's back. Just when Zhou Jin wanted to retract his hand, Song Yun's hand suddenly grabbed Zhou Jin's arm.

"snort!"

Zhou Jin snorted coldly, and his other hand was about to smash Song Yun's neck.

Just then.

Song Yun's other hand suddenly lifted up.

A cold light flashed.

Seven Killings, come out!
Chapter completed!