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As long as Mr. Huo is there, there is the ninth ring.

In other words...Mr. Huo is the Ninth Ring itself!

"call--"

The wind has eased.

Both the starlight and the moonlight faded.

All the brilliance between heaven and earth seemed to be concentrated on the two people on the rooftop.

Huo Lianqing chuckled, without moving his mouth, only relying on his abdomen to make a sound, and a deep voice full of inner strength rang from Chen Feng's ears.

"Chen Feng, that day when I first met you at Fushun Building, Tongjin Street, I knew this day would come."

Hearing this, Chen Feng stood alone, raised his head and smiled.

"In this case, Mr. Huo, you should also know that among the 5 people in the Kowloon Walled City, you are the only one I really admire."

"Create the nine-ring boxing arena in the walled city by one's own strength, and recruit all the talents in martial arts from all over the world. Regardless of their background, the winner is the king. Such a broad-mindedness and courage are rare in this world!"

Mr. Huo stood upright, his face was calm, but the sound coming from his abdomen was threateningly cold.

"People who practice martial arts don't have to speak so grandly."

"If I'm not mistaken, Huo Qilong, the dog son, and Wu Chihong, the adopted son, both died at your hands."

"You don't have to refute, Doll Qiang, Rattlesnake, Prince Ji, Jianchen...Even if I, Huo Lianqing, do not challenge today, I should be the next one to do it, right?"

The corner of Chen Feng's mouth twitched, but he didn't speak.

Huo Lianqing's hands drooped behind his back, and his eyes were slightly closed: "I won't keep my hands today, and everything will follow the rules of the boxing ring I set."

Chen Feng smiled.

"When you're in the boxing ring, don't ask about grievances, life or death!" The two almost said in unison.

After Chen Feng finished speaking, he stretched out one hand and put it in front of him, while the other hand was still behind him, and said lightly:

"Mr. Huo, please!"

Huo Lianqing stared at Chen Feng.

"Please!"

All of a sudden, Huo Lianqing heard a roar of a tiger and a dragon chant, and Huo Lianqing's body did not move, but the posture with his hands was already bursting with monstrous aura.

With just one gesture, the charm of many advanced kung fu has been integrated into Dacheng.

Great Sage Clothes, White Crane Fist, Mantis Fist, Drunken Eight Immortals...

For a moment, Chen Feng only felt as if he was overhis head by a giant Buddha with a height of [-] feet, and the feeling of being so high that he almost fell to his knees was suddenly overwhelmed.

"Sure enough, Wu Chihong, a close disciple, only got a glimpse of Huo Lianqing's true biography!"

Chen Feng's four-dimensional attributes of physique, strength, agility, and spirit are three times that of ordinary people.

But based on Huo Lianqing's slap just now, Chen Feng was sure enough that his four-dimensional attributes would never be inferior to his own!

You have to know that this is in the world of Hong Kong movies like "Chasing the Dragon". It's really terrifying to rely on amazing acquired training to reach this level with a mortal body!

In the next moment, Chen Feng did not lose his momentum, his gaze suddenly sharpened like the edge of a sword, and the hand placed on his chest seemed to grab something out of thin air in return.

In the blink of an eye, Thousand Hands was so fast that it almost rolled up a whirlwind around the body, and suddenly made more than 20 changes in midair.

Each strike contains one of the deadliest moves in martial arts!

Witnessing this scene, Huo Lianqing's eyes flashed with astonishment.

He never expected that Chen Feng's control over his body has reached such a state of doing whatever he wants!

You know, that can almost be said to be the highest supreme realm in martial arts!

"boom!"

It seemed as if the two majestic auras released by Chen Feng and Huo Lianqing collided and there was a huge sound of breaking through the air.

The entire roof of the AIA Building was suddenly enveloped in a suffocating atmosphere by the monstrous killing intent.

In the blink of an eye, there was another bang, and the ground on the rooftop trembled violently.

Both Chen Feng and Huo Lianqing stomped on the ground with both feet, and their bodies turned into a white light and rushed forward.

The flashes of light and flint were already within a short distance, and the fists and palms waving at each other instantly turned into several phantoms.

However, when the fists of the two were about to reach each other's chest, they both appeared in a state of almost slow motion, as if resisted by a powerful aura.

At the same time, each other's fists flashed in the eyes of both of them, and images seemed to flood into their minds.

Chen Feng opened his eyes wide, and what he saw shocked him greatly.

Tigers roar in the forest, monkeys leap in the mountain stream, birds fly in the blue sky, and horses gallop in the boundless grassland.

All kinds of the world's most eternal and broad boxing intentions came one after another.

"What do you want?"

Chen Feng couldn't help exclaiming secretly.

One movement evolves into twelve kinds of changes, and the movement is manifested on the outside, giving a great hint.

The combination of Zen and boxing, the meaning of all living beings in the world can be fulfilled in one stroke of the hoe.

Mr. Huo actually learned the supreme Zen skill known as the "King of Ten Thousand Fist" Xinyi!

And the other side.

Huo Lianqing's brain was also buzzing, his pupils trembled, and what he saw was all grotesque scenes.

Chen Feng's boxing intent is endless, he doesn't know where it came from, let alone where it ends.

There are thousands of changes, and there seems to be an ancient book that records thousands of schools, including all the profound and fierce boxing intentions.

It also seems that there are thousands of top martial arts masters and Chen Feng unreservedly making moves at the same time, and they must complete their achievements in one battle!

The external form of Kung Fu is movement, but its internal form is stillness.

It's just a few seconds, but it's as long as exchanging thousands of tricks.