Mo Xiaocheng knew at a glance that his brother’s spiritual realm was higher than before and reached a level he could not understand.
Maybe this is a precursor to stepping out of Dan Dao?
Mowei City moved at this time.
He took fourteen steps, and every step he took, he spat out a word, which was connected.
"I have been running on both sides of the strait for a lifetime!"
Come on! Too fast! Mo Xiaocheng’s eyesight can actually see a virtual shadow!
Is this equal speed? !
Think about what it’s like to be in front of you before someone can see the figure clearly.
This is a footwork.
Chapter two hundred and thirteen Neither fish nor fowl love
Who can be the enemy of Dan Dao so quickly? That is, the top experts in the same realm rarely have such a fast posture, right
Mo Xiaocheng’s own posture is already fast. I didn’t expect that before my brother, it is still not enough to see the gods become masters. Before reaching the peak, there is still a long way to go, but it is difficult. Without great perseverance, great wisdom and great opportunities can’t really reach a high level.
It’s hard to find a master of strength among 10 thousand people and a master of Dan Dao among 1 million people. It’s conceivable that the hardships on the road of martial arts are hard for people who are not Chinese to understand, even if they say it, they can’t tell.
Mo Weicheng walked a few times and stopped, his face was slightly red and his breath was slightly panting. The sweat on his forehead was turned into sweat by his strength, and his forehead was clean again.
"This is a footwork, but I haven’t named it yet, but it has a sentence to shape it, that is, I can’t smell the waves on both sides of the strait once I run." Mo Weicheng added, "My hair is full of energy, and I can’t smell the waves on both sides of the strait when I move my feet."
Mo Xiaocheng clapped his hands from his heart and admired his brother Mo Weicheng’s footwork. It is really a good footwork not to mention that he is extremely fast, even when he runs, it doesn’t matter whether he is in a fight or fleeing thousands of miles after killing in anger.
This gait is not to see his feet moving, but to see his strength. For example, the current gait of Mowei City is that most people can’t walk out because he doesn’t know how to walk with strength, and it will be as awkward as walking with crabs.
"What is the name of this footwork?"
Mo Weicheng shook his head and said, "I haven’t come to name it yet."
Mo Xiaocheng was surprised and asked, "Isn’t this footwork created by you some time ago? Why haven’t you named it yet?"
"Haha, besides footwork, I have another trick. I’ll call you to have a look." Mowei City haha
With his fists in his waist, Mowei Chengtou lifted his eyes and stared intently like a dragon looking up and stabbing the sky. At the moment, his left foot stamped and squatted forward and walked out of the odd trot. However, he kept punching while walking.
"This is a boxing technique, which pays attention to a quick word, and the combination of attack and defense. The fist is like a cannonball, which continuously blows people in the chest, throat and head. It is a heavy hand, and there is no turning back until the opponent is knocked down." Mowei City talks while playing, and his voice is erratic. A word comes from this direction and a word moves very quickly from the other direction.
Mo Xiaocheng kept a close eye on Mo Weicheng without blinking an eye-his martial arts was successful, his brain was more developed than ordinary people, and he never forgets anything for a short time. Although he moved quickly, he was clearly caught and remembered in his mind.
With the posture of Mo Weicheng, this move is very beautiful and horrible. It is hard to see the shadow. It is difficult for Mo Xiaocheng’s eyesight to follow his fists. On average, he punches three to five punches every step. The speed is dazzling, and the vision can’t keep pace. Moreover, he punches people to the chest, throat and head!
Stop standing still
"Shout …" Mo Weicheng hissed out a sigh of relief, and the sweat was evaporated by his strength and disappeared into the air.
"Good fist!" Mo Xiaocheng praised that "the posture is like a dragon, the eyes are like a fist, the gun is like a whip, and it is really a good fist until the opponent is knocked down!"
Mo Weicheng laughed. "Brother, you should read more than brother. Give this set of footwork and boxing a name."
Mo Xiaocheng didn’t shirk Mo Weicheng’s name, so he named him. He thought about what to do to form this extremely fast posture and the boxing that played like shells until he knocked down his opponent.
"The posture is as fast as lightning and as fast as running thunder. It is better to call it running thunder."
"Boxing is like a cannonball, and the three who specialize in human chest and larynx are able to kill people. If not, call it a cannon ring."
Mo Weicheng secretly pondered the two names, Ben Leibu and Bao Huan Suo Ming Boxing, and murmured them twice. Suddenly, he clapped his hands and laughed and said three good words, "Ben Leibu Bao Huan Suo Ming Boxing is a good name. These two are the best names."
Mo Xiaocheng was also glad that his brother’s footwork and boxing methods were wonderful, and he was full of power when he named these two names. He said with great interest, "Brother, please show me again and see if I can fight?"
Word MoWei city played again.
"Remember?" Mo Weicheng gave Mo Xiaocheng a lecture again, and asked with enthusiasm.
MoXiaoCheng secretly aftertaste nodded.
He called.