The strongest security guard for a female president

Chapter 797 Explosive Seeds
"Bai Zifan, I don't have much time to waste with you, this time let everything end."

"I'm waiting for you to die." Bai Zifan said coldly.

"Good boy, go to hell!" With a loud roar, the black flood dragon rushed directly in front of Bai Zifan.

The fight just now has made Hei Jiaolong realize that Bai Zifan has a technique of unloading force, so this time, as soon as he comes up, he is going to give Bai Zifan a full set of stick techniques for him to taste.

In his mind, he quickly recalled the method Xia Yongmei just displayed in front of him. Bai Zifan took the initiative to attack with the short stick in his right hand, and knocked on the long stick that was swept over.

Faced with Bai Zifan's deadly behavior, Hei Jiaolong naturally disdained it, and immediately made efforts to open Bai Zifan's counterattack.

But what surprised Hei Jiaolong was that as soon as the strength on the wooden stick was exerted, a part of it was suddenly missing. Although the amount was not much, Hei Jiaolong could still feel it keenly.

Feeling something bad, Hei Jiaolong wanted to pull the wooden stick away, but when the wooden stick moved, the half of the stick in Bai Zifan's hand seemed to be stuck to it.

After moving the short stick in his hand for a certain distance, Bai Zifan suddenly exerted strength, imitating Xia Yongmei's previous arm twisting movement, the arm twisted, and after the short stick circled around the wooden stick, Bai Zifan pulled it hard.

Bai Zifan, who was restraining the black dragon for the time being, looked up and found that Xia Yongmei in the box was bent over, with circles drawn on her body as if she was grinding.

After watching it twice, Bai Zifan used the new trick he had just learned from Xia Yongmei, and twisted his body like a grinder.

The villain Hei Jiaolong, who was destined to die by talking too much, finally realized something was wrong this time. His weapon was out of his control. He wanted to use force to shake it away, but every time he exerted force, the half of the wooden stick would pull The stick moved, and with the twisting of Bai Zifan's body, the force he squeezed out of his full breath was deflected in a daze.

"Damn it, Bai Zifan, let me go! Let's fight for three hundred rounds."

"We'll talk later."

Hearing Bai Zifan's words, Hei Jiaolong was in a bad mood. Now that the sticks in their hands are entangled, neither of them can attack the other. They just walk around blindly with the sticks on them. What do you mean by this?Want to beat me to death to win the game?

Hei Jiaolong obviously didn't know that Bai Zifan had already regarded him as a whetstone. Kung fu could not be learned just by looking at it.

If the unskilled Bai Zifan lets go of the Black Flood Dragon, not only will he lose a monster spawn point to increase his experience, but he may even make the Black Flood Dragon come back.

A full 3 minutes passed, and the two of them were still tossing about in place, and the audience began to booed impatiently.

In this short period of time, Xia Yongmei kept "talking to herself", relying on Xia Yongmei's corrections and suggestions, Bai Zifan improved his mistakes in movements, and gained a deeper understanding of unloading force.

Just when Bai Zifan was about to continue training, Hei Jiaolong couldn't bear it any longer, roared, and the qi and blood he had secretly accumulated just now burst out in one go. The novice Bai Zifan obviously couldn't cope with Hei Jiaolong's full blow , The short stick in his hand was also directly shaken away.

After he got out of trouble, both eyes of Hei Jiaolong were red with anger, he is not a fool, he naturally knew that he was using himself to feed the move.

Originally, he was a cat, and Bai Zifan was a mouse played by him. In a blink of an eye, the situation changed. Hei Jiaolong said that he was very unhappy, and the consequences would be very serious.

After the black flood dragon standing on the log spun around, relying on the blessing of centrifugal force, he hit a more powerful stick.

It's just that the current Bai Zifan didn't have much pressure to face this kind of attack. He snorted coldly and parried again with the wooden stick in his hand. , successfully knocked the wooden stick aside.

As soon as he moved his hands, the black dragon hit Bai Zifan's head with the other side of the wooden stick, but was blocked by Bai Zifan's left short stick again, and this time relying on the "sticky" technique, Bai Zifan's short stick pulled back, Move along with the stick.

And the body of Hei Jiaolong, who was holding the wooden stick tightly, couldn't help but move a step, and was hit hard on the head by Bai Zifan's right hand wooden stick.

Taking two steps back and walking away from his painful forehead, Hei Jiaolong looked at Bai Zifan with incredible eyes, obviously he couldn't figure out why Bai Zifan suddenly exploded.

Seeing that Bai Zifan jumped over to take the initiative to attack, Hei Jiaolong attacked again with the wooden stick in his hand, but he also saw Bai Zifan's great skill, so he greeted Bai Zifan's legs directly.

The right leg was bent and raised, and after hitting the wooden stick hard, it moved to the right. After that, the right leg was pressed down, and the wooden stick was also pressed down to the foot.

Although the leg hurts enough, Bai Zifan used his right leg to temporarily suppress the black dragon's weapon, and taking advantage of this opportunity, the short stick held by Bai Zifan was also unceremoniously ruthless. He hit Hei Jiaolong hard on both shoulders.

When the Black Flood Dragon Guard retreated to dodge, Bai Zifan flipped his right hand and moved forward once, half of the wooden stick directly hit the Hei Flood Dragon's chest.

The wooden stick was violently broken by another wooden stick, and it was broken by a blunt instrument. Ziru would not leave a smooth and smooth edge like a sharp knife.

The wooden thorns above pierced the black flood dragon's body fiercely, the painful black flood dragon screamed, and swung the wooden stick in his hand again.

Being able to win the title of gladiatorial champion in the club, the Black Flood Dragon didn't come through qualifications, and naturally he also has his own tricks, hitting the blood-infusion stick all over his body, even if it's just a wooden stick, he can still crack stones. It consumes a lot of energy and blood, but its lethality is not exaggerated.

Under the brute force of a stick, Bai Zifan couldn't completely block it. When he was lifted by the huge force, he couldn't help but move to the left to release the force.

But just as he took a few steps, Bai Zifan couldn't help cursing inwardly with another swipe of his foot, what the hell, the Black Flood Dragon doesn't have the real lucky attribute, otherwise why would he be so sad, in this terrible place? while stepping on a greased log.

After the soles of his feet slipped, Bai Zifan's body fell to the left uncontrollably, and the black dragon who saw the opportunity also attacked.

At this time, the black flood dragon was not feeling well, he was even redder than after drinking a catty of wine, obviously he just continued to attack without taking a breath after using all his strength, which also caused a considerable burden on his body.

It's just that no matter how uncomfortable Hei Jiaolong is, he still has to grit his teeth and hold on. He still hasn't understood the reason for Bai Zifan's sudden explosion.

(End of this chapter)