On the open space outside Gantian Town, Lin Lang and Shi Jian stood facing each other.
Lei Zhenzi and others stopped to watch.
"Master Lin, please show mercy!" Shi Jian said with a fist salute.
Lin Lang cupped his hands and smiled, "Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Shi. Today we are just sparring, so we must stop when the time is right."
"please!"
"please!"
Both sides nodded. Shi Jian did not dare to be careless. He quickly started to perform hand gestures and practiced the wooden stake technique.
"boom!"
A huge wooden stake broke out of the ground, and with a muffled sound in the air, the stake instantly appeared above Lin Lang and fell down suddenly.
Lin Lang's face darkened, and he activated the Nine Yang Divine Art, and a light golden palm print suddenly slapped upwards.
"Bang!"
His body was slightly shaken by the pressure of the wooden stakes. This wooden stake technique was indeed powerful. Each wooden stake had a force of at least several thousand pounds, which was not something an ordinary person could withstand.
Lei Zhenzi nodded slightly and praised, "Shi Jian's wooden stake technique is already highly skilled. Even I can't withstand this blow.
But I didn't expect that Fellow Daoist Lin could withstand this attack with his physical strength. Shi Jian finally didn't lie."
Mao Xiaofang nodded and said, "Brother Lin probably hasn't used his full strength yet, otherwise it would be more than this."
"Humph! He's already been suppressed, and he still wants to make trouble?"
Lei Gang looked disdainful, but when a stern gaze fell on him, he dared not say anything more.
On the field, Shi Jian saw Lin Lang like this, but still did not dare to take it lightly, thinking that Lin Lang was just acting in front of everyone.
A zombie as powerful as a flying corpse actually comes to compete with a small Taoist priest like me. What is this zombie thinking?
"boom!"
In the blink of an eye, Lin Lang had split the wooden stake with one palm. He then changed his body shape and instantly appeared in front of Shi Jian.
Powerful Vajra Palm!
The mighty palm wind stung Shi Jian's cheek. Shocked, he changed his hand gestures and a thick wooden stake suddenly rose up, blocking the two of them.
"Bang!"
Lin Lang split the wooden stake into two halves with one palm, and Shi Jian took the opportunity to escape.
"What a strong palm power!" Lei Zhenzi exclaimed.
Not only does his palm power seem amazing, but his body movements are also extremely fast. What kind of martial arts did Fellow Daoist Lin practice that has such a terrifying effect on his physical body?
I think that even if Brother Lin is unarmed and does not use any magic, he can still break the flesh of a vampire zombie that is good at using its flesh!
"boom!!"
The two men were in a stalemate on the field. Lin Lang used several martial arts moves that no one had ever seen before, suppressing Shi Jian's wooden stake technique again and again.
After Lin Lang used the Dragon Claw Hand, Shi Jian gritted his teeth and a flash of lightning appeared in his hand.
"This is the Lightning Thunder Fist taught by the master himself. It is indeed extraordinary!" Lei Zhenzi said solemnly.
Using the physical body to bear the power of thunder and lightning, and to control and guide it, is indeed quite domineering.
Lin Lang narrowed his eyes slightly, and the Lightning Thunder Fist finally arrived.
“Crackle, crackle…”
At this time, Shi Jian opened his arms wide, his face solemn, and traces of lightning power wrapped around his body, as if Thor was reincarnated.
"boom!!"
Shi Jian struck out with his palm, and purple lightning suddenly shot out.
“Bang!!”
Lightning shot rapidly onto the pale golden bell, making a long and captivating sound.
“Crackle, crackle…”
The lightning stayed on the pale golden bell for a moment, then suddenly reflected back and struck in front of Shi Jian, splitting the ground and causing dirt to splash.
"How is that possible?"
Shi Jian looked at Lin Lang in the pale golden bell in shock. The Lightning Thunder Fist could not hurt the opponent at all. This zombie was not afraid of thunder magic!
"boom!!"
He used the Lightning Thunder Fist again, punching Lin Lang again and again, but was still shot back by the pale golden bell, and a bolt of lightning almost hit him.
Lin Lang was also a little surprised. He had not expected that with the Shaolin Golden Bell Cover, he could actually withstand the thunder magic.
Originally, he planned that as long as the Golden Bell Cover could hold out for a moment, he could then use his lightness skills to avoid the lightning, and then charge forward to fight the enemy in mid-air.
I didn't expect this to be the case.
At this point in the battle, Lin Lang had witnessed the power of the Lightning Thunder Fist and no longer intended to hide his strength.
Defeat it and copy the chess piece!
"Buzz!"
A ray of light bloomed from the palm of his hand, and two qigong waves slowly condensed out, and the white light was dazzling.
"What is that?" Lei Zhenzi exclaimed.
A gleam of light flashed in Mao Xiaofang's eyes, and the fluctuation of magical power contained in that light was terrifyingly strong.
"boom!!"
The Qigong wave and the purple thunder fist shot out, instantly covering the lightning and flying towards Shi Jian.
"Bang!"
Shi Jian dodged the qigong wave with a donkey roll, stood up covered in dust, glanced at the big hole created by the qigong wave, and his heart trembled.
He quickly shouted, "I admit defeat, Fellow Daoist Lin, please do not attack me again."
Lin Lang slowly finished his training and said with a smile, "Fellow Daoist Shi's Lightning Thunder Fist is indeed worthy of its reputation."
Shi Jian's face stiffened as he said, "Fellow Daoist Lin is truly amazing. Whether it's his boxing skills, his body movements, or his defensive techniques, they are all truly at the pinnacle of skill. I truly admire him!"
"Um... I will be proud if you praise me like this."
Lei Zhenzi walked forward with a laugh, a look of amazement on his face.
"Fellow Daoist Lin has truly opened my eyes. Fortunately, I didn't engage in a physical fight with you, otherwise my old bones wouldn't be able to withstand the strain!"
Lin Lang waved his hand and said with a smile, "It's just a trivial skill, not worth mentioning."
Shi Jian's face darkened. "That's just a trifle of yours. Then what about my Lightning Thunder Fist?"
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Shi Jian
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