C49 Drum Strike

Hu Dayuv and the others couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts.

This man! The God Battling Palm - Feng Jintao's name had spread far and wide, and he was obsessed with martial arts. Sometimes, when he was in high spirits, he would attack without any scruples. It was rumored that he had killed nearly a hundred soldiers with a single palm strike, and there were even three martial officers who were not weak.

In fact, at that time, it was only because he had suddenly comprehended a palm technique that he could use as he wished. He had forgotten how to control his strength, and shattered an official ship that came from the waterway to attack the back mountain with a single strike.

Separated by a distance, the people on the ship did not think that someone on the ship would have such a powerful palm force. The ship was instantly injured by the palm energy and the broken ship's side. The official ship, which was neither too big nor too small, was actually sunk by a palm. More than half of the soldiers had died. Some of them who were lucky enough to survive were killed by the underlings of the Breeze Stronghold.

Under the false rumors, the news of Second Chief Feng killing more than a hundred enemies with a single palm strike spread. He was like a god of slaughter.

Hu Dayuv saw that Feng Jintao had left the scene a little earlier than expected. He looked left and right. This time, no one volunteered to fight. Furthermore, there was still Lee Yuming on the opponent's side. It seemed like Sun Shanglou had made up his mind to touch him. He was the only one who would fight this battle.

After making up his mind, Hu Dayuv didn't say anything. He drew out the nine steel whips and walked straight to Feng Jintao's head. He handed the whips to his left hand, lowered the whips, and cupped his fists.

The two of them stood on the spot. Hu Dayuv looked majestic, like the reincarnation of the god Yuchi Gong. Although his opponent, Feng Jintao, looked ordinary, he looked like a sect master.

Among the two of them, Hu Dayuv stood as tall as a mountain, majestic and majestic. Feng Jintao, on the other hand, was as deep as an abyss, majestic and restrained. Just by bowing in front of him, it was as if each of them had exchanged a move.

Everyone couldn't help but praise in their hearts. This was the style of a true expert. No matter how they dressed, they wouldn't be able to learn how to pretend that they didn't look like each other.

After the greeting, Feng Jintao didn't hesitate at all and struck out with his palm lightly. The palm intent was vast, like a great river, endless and endless. If he thought that this palm strength was ordinary just by looking at this casual palm intent, then he would be gravely mistaken.

Hu Dayuv knew in his heart that even if it was an elephant, it would still be struck until it had no chance of survival. But seeing such an exquisite palm attack, it also aroused the heroic spirit in Hu Dayuv's heart. One should know that the reputation of the Number One Expert in the prefecture was undeserved, but it had to be verified among these heroes of the green forest.

With this thought in mind, Hu Dayuv interrupted and shouted. He raised the steel whip in his hand and swung it from top to bottom. He used the Meteor Whip Technique that he was proud of. One move, "Metallic Water Strike," was aimed at Feng Jintao's palm force. The first move of the two masters was actually the collision of Mars and Earth.

The steel whip and the palm were getting closer and closer. Hu Dayuv only felt that the palm wind that was unleashed by the ordinary palm seemed to have substance. His steel whip broke through the palm force and produced a sizzling sound. The closer he got to the palm, the greater the resistance. He could not help but feel shocked.

About one or two years ago, when he led his troops to exterminate the bandits, he had a simple fight with Feng Jintao. At that time, the two of them had fought on horseback. After a few dozen moves, the victor was decided. Later, when he saw the reinforcements, Breeze Stronghold retreated back to the mountain. At that time, the two of them did not have the time to fight to their heart's content.

However, when they attacked today, Hu Dayuv only felt that Feng Jintao's martial arts seemed to have improved in a short period of time, which made him feel amazed.

However, Hu Dayuv was the type of brave general who would become stronger and stronger whenever he encountered a strong opponent. He only felt that it was a matter of contentment to be able to encounter such an opponent. He said it out loud. Whistling sounds kept coming out from his mouth. A whip was moving unpredictably and unpredictably. Feng Jintao's palms were flying up and down, attacking and defending at the same time. His palm intent was like woven silk. He did not use Hu Dayuv's complex transformation as his intent. Each and every move was simple and powerful.

Everyone on the scene could only see that Hu Dayuv, who was holding the steel whip, had a vigorous movement technique like the wind. The steel whip danced like a cluster of flowers. When the whip reached the shadow, it seemed like Feng Jintao, who was only facing a pair of fleshy palms, seemed to have gained the upper hand.

Hu Dayuv was in the middle of the battle, but he felt different. He sighed in his heart that Feng Jintao was worthy of being called a master of palm techniques. The majestic palm force and the fine and subtle palm intent intertwined over and over again. It was as if a net had been woven in the air, and although his steel whip was heavy, he danced freely in every move and stance, but he was like a graceful butterfly. If he was not careful, he would fall next to the spider's web. If he was not careful, he might be trapped forever.

If this continued, he was afraid that once Feng Jintao's palm intent was finished, he wouldn't be able to save himself from defeat.

Hu Dayuv's face was serious. He turned the whip in his hand and it was no longer easy to write.

His whip technique changed from east to west. It seemed to have no clue. It would always stop before it reached its limit, like a tiger trapped in a cage.

In everyone's eyes, Hu Dayuv's steel whip was about to be suppressed by Feng Jintao's palm technique. Some of them were happy, while others were frowning.

Zhang Jingxuan just thought that Hu Dayuv would not be defeated just like that, but he still could not understand what was going on.

While everyone was hesitating, Hu Dayuv's voice unexpectedly came into their ears. "Drum the drum, drum the drum, and enthusiastically use the troops. Earth Nation City, I will travel alone south."

In the midst of the competition, Hu Dayuv actually opened his mouth and started singing.

Zhang Jingxuan heard it clearly. It was that song, National Wind - Wind Strike - Drum Striking.

Hu Dayuv's whip technique was solemn. It was clear for a short period of time, but not for a short period of time. When it was released, it was controlled. Zhang Jingxuan suddenly understood. It turned out that these few whip techniques were like beating a drum. From the moment Hu Dayuv started singing, a solemn and lonely feeling emerged.

Feng Jintao, who was in the middle of the battle, was the first to feel the change in Hu Dayuv's whip technique.

This self-created Weaving Palm Technique could rely on its unparalleled palm technique. It allowed the palm energy of the palm to condense in the air without being released, just like how a spider would form a web. Until his 36 palm techniques were completed, these palm energy would also form a large net. When the net wrapped around his opponent, his opponent would bind his hands and feet, and he would not be able to resist it.

He had just seen Hu Dayuv's whip technique being like the wind, but in reality, it had already fallen into his trap. As his momentum had been formed, Hu Dayuv could only struggle harder and harder.

However, Feng Jintao didn't dare to underestimate Hu Dayuv at all. More than a year ago, the two of them had fought. Although they were on the horse at that time, they could feel that this general's reputation was not undeserved.

Feng Jintao was immersed in his own palm technique for a moment, and used the Weaving Palm Technique to its fullest extent. He felt that Hu Dayuv was like a peerless dancer, coordinating with his palm technique. Just like the beautiful and sad Yuji, she performed the final dance for the West Chu Overlord who was surrounded by enemies from all sides. She was forging a sharp sword, waiting for the last swing of the sword.

She did not expect that Hu Dayuv would suddenly be so generous as to transform from Yuji into the Overlord. The steel whip struck down in midair, just right at the point where the force of his palm met and condensed. It was like striking a drum, and the strength of the steel whip was like a beating of a drum. It shook the palm energy that he had just woven and dispersed in all directions without leaving any trace.

Feng Jintao was not angry. Instead, he was happy. He felt as if he had met his opponent in a game of chess.