Golden Bell Shield Iron Skin was a physical martial arts technique, also known as Hard Qigong. It was said that when practiced to the extreme, one could even be invulnerable to swords, spears, fire, and water.
In fact, Golden Bell Cocoon and Iron Skin were two unrelated martial arts, but they were both hard qigong. Yang Lei had also learned the strengths of hundreds of schools, so he naturally learned them.
Even a grade-8 sect had its own protective cultivation technique, so it could not be considered as breaking its promise.
Moreover, he had already transmigrated to another world. It seemed that he did not have to care about the promise from back then?
At this moment, Yang Lei was using his Body Hardening Technique to resist the attacks of the Black Death Mou.
This time, it was Yang Lei who attacked Black Death Mou.
Even though Black Death Mou had the ability to see through the world, he didn't expect Yang Lei to come here in an unexpected way.
At that time, even Black Death Mou was caught off guard.
Moreover, Yang Lei's attack was too violent. He had already attacked in anger, so now that he had seized the opportunity, he naturally would not let it go.
"Vajra Eight Stances, Dragon Subduing, Tiger Subduing, Hammer Supporting, Mountain Splitting Palm, Horse Seeking Palm, Tiger Hug, Bear Squatting, Crane Pushing.”
The so-called Eight Forms of Vajra, also known as the Eight Forms of Vajra, was the basic practice method for opening a level eight door.
To put it bluntly, it was the main cultivation fist technique for beginners.
At this moment, Yang Lei used it and rushed to Black Death Mou with an indomitable momentum. He first punched Black Death Mou in the chest.
This was a hammer, and when it landed on Black Death Mou, it also had the same effect as opening up his body. Black Death Mou couldn't help but bend his body because of this heavy blow.
Then, it was the Dragon Descent.
The Dragon-Subduing Tiger here was not Dragon-Subduing Arhat or Tiger-Subduing Arhat.
The Eight Forms of Vajra's Subduing Dragon was the Five Mountains Facing the Sky Cone.
Yang Lei pushed Black Death Mou's chin with both hands.
If an ordinary person suffered a heavy blow to their chin, they would easily faint. The unlucky ones might even bite their tongue off.
So, don't hold your chin when you're joking.
Black Death Mou was heavily injured again. He was about to fly backward.
But then, Yang Lei used the Tiger Crouching Technique and smashed his elbows down on Black Death Mou's body. Then, he used the Mountain Splitting Palm to smash Black Death Mou's body.
A set of standard Bajiquan fist techniques was smashed by Yang Lei on Black Death Mou's body like a storm.
At Yang Lei's level, he would never use a fixed set of boxing techniques. However, he deliberately used the most basic boxing techniques of his sect and beat Black Death Mou until he was unable to fight back for a moment.
Along with the sound of fists hitting flesh, Black Death Mou felt his consciousness slowly fading away.
Yang Lei's strength was not to be underestimated. Even without the support of internal strength, his physical fitness had far exceeded the limits of a human after becoming a ghost.
Moreover, he had also absorbed the sun's light to increase his strength.
Now that Yang Lei had attacked in anger, it could be said that he did not hold back at all.
Even without Yang Lei noticing, golden-red patterns began to appear on his body.
At first, it was still on Yang Lei's body under his clothes. First, it was on his back. A golden-red five-clawed golden dragon seemed to have appeared out of thin air and clung to his back.
Immediately after, from Yang Lei's four limbs, to his neck and face, golden red patterns were like some kind of special flower petals, from light to solid, almost covering Yang Lei's entire body, as if he had been tattooed with beautiful tattoos.
Yang Lei didn't notice the change in his body. After all, he didn't have a mirror. He was focusing on the Black Death Mou in front of him. He performed a set of fist techniques to the fullest, and the Black Death Mou couldn't even fight back.
Black Death Mou's body was deformed. Not only was his face beyond recognition, but his body was also twisted in an impossible position. His arms were broken, and his legs were broken. Almost all the bones in his body were broken.
To be honest, Black Death Mou had never experienced this before.
Ever since he was born, he had never experienced such humiliation.
No matter how much he envied his younger brother, he was only far inferior in terms of talent, but he had never been truly hurt by the fate of the country, nor had his life been threatened by the ghost dance.
This was the only time, the only time, that he had tasted such a humiliating defeat from Yang Lei.
No matter how shameless he was, he could not deny that he had indeed failed.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Yang Lei didn't let him off easily. Although Bajiquan was known for its domineering aura, there were also various techniques in Bajiquan. Although Yang Lei's moves were open and wide, when he hit Black Death Mou, it was mainly an inch of force.
This was why every punch he threw at Black Death Mou didn't send him flying, even though it was powerful and dealt terrifying damage.
He simply blocked Black Death Mou against a wall on the side of the street and punched him with both fists. One punch was faster than the other, and it was like a machine gun hitting Black Death Mou.
The Sword Ghost, who had lived for hundreds of years, had clearly gained the upper hand just now, but in the blink of an eye, he had become a human sandbag.
"What do you think I'm really good at? Huh?" Yang Lei shouted angrily. At this moment, he did not realize that there was something wrong with his condition.
On the top of his short hair, between the hairline and his forehead, two small flesh sprouts slowly emerged from the left and right sides.
It was as if…It was like deer antler.
The so-called antler was actually the state of the antler before it hardened (bonification).
However, as a human, why would Yang Lei grow this thing?
Wait a minute, he wasn't human anymore, was he? He was now a ghost.
"Rumble, rumble, rumble."
Every punch from Yang Lei landed on Black Death Mou's body like a cannonball.
In fact, the residents living nearby had already been woken up, but no one dared to turn on the lights, let alone go out to take a look. They all turned off the lights and pretended to be still sleeping.
Only the heavens knew what was happening outside. Unless one was a fool, who would dare to go out?
Even Black Death Mou couldn't hold on any longer and was about to lose consciousness from Yang Lei's fists.
Ghosts couldn't be killed unless Yang Lei picked up the Sun Blade and beheaded them.
However, Black Death Mou was knocked unconscious by him, which showed how terrifying Yang Lei's fist technique and his current strength were.
Especially since those mysterious lines appeared on Yang Lei's body, Yang Lei did not notice that his strength had actually returned to its peak state.
In fact, his strength was still increasing, and it was showing signs of surpassing the past.
In fact, Yang Lei's current state was no stranger to ghosts. He was currently in the process of turning into a ghost.
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