martial law

Whether it can be done or not depends on luck.

He has always known how difficult it is to kill a master in the divine power realm.

"I seem to remember that Uncle Da once said that Younger Brother Yang Lin practiced Iron Fist very well, and he was better than the blue?"

A smile appeared on Wang Xiaoqiao's face, and he asked suddenly.

"Yes."

Uncle Da's face was full of shame.

He secretly rolled his eyes and answered in a muffled voice.

He felt that Wang Xiaoqiao was actually exposing his shortcomings.

Although he wasn't unhappy, but now that the third young master was at a critical moment of life and death, he couldn't bear it any longer.

Is this the time to talk about the strength of Iron Fist?

He hoped that the stronger the young master, the better.

It is best to be comparable to the patriarch Tie Qiaosan, who has fought all over Guangdong and Guangxi and is undefeated in a hundred battles.

What Uncle Da can see, other people can actually see.

No matter what, it is always an unwise choice for someone who is at the level of Mingjin Bone Forging to compare his endurance with a master of Shenli Realm.

Moreover, Yang Lin kept roaming and attacking, avoiding the real and attacking the weak.

It takes more mental and physical effort than seeing and dismantling moves on the spot.

This is also a last resort.

In fact, if he hadn't been dodging and dodging the fight, he would probably have been beaten by his opponent until he vomited blood and fell to the ground to die between three punches and two kicks.

Compared with the punching force of less than [-] catties for a single punch, it seems that the difference is only a few hundred catties.

However, these overflow attacks of several hundred catties really affect people.

It will turn a person with not so strong physique into a tattered rag doll in an instant.

"In this way, I am completely relieved."

Wang Xiaoqiao said with a smile, the corners of his eyes were slightly raised, and there was an indescribable charm, which made people tremble wildly.

This is a man, do you want to have such a pair of eyes?

Uncle Da suddenly had an idea that if he wanted Wang Xiaoqiao to wear glasses, he had to have black eyes, otherwise, if he was with him, he would always feel that there would be an awkward situation if he was not careful.

On the contrary, it was Yang Ying who couldn't take his eyes off Wang Xiaoqiao.

She felt that her shoulders were cracked, and her broken ribs in her waist didn't hurt anymore.

Wang Xiaoqiao reacted to the crowd as if he hadn't seen it.

His eyes were still watching the fighting in the distance outside the door without blinking.

No one saw that the veins on the back of his hand holding the gun had burst out quietly.

lurking.

Assassination.

It's his old line.

It's also his forte.

Being able to endure is just a basic skill.

The most important thing is the ability to seize the moment.

As an excellent shooter, among the various abilities, there is one thing that is always indispensable, and that is eyesight.

Immediately, he discovered that the situation in the arena had changed suddenly.

Because, farther away, those assassins of the Qing Gang who had lost their courage in the killing quietly came back.

This is a signal.

Can't delay any longer.

"Being able to learn Tiexianquan to the point where green is better than blue is better than blue, and you can easily defeat Plum Blossom Pirates at the same level.

If you say that he has not practiced the true secret of rigidity and softness in Iron Fist, I will not believe it. "

Everyone was taken aback.

Makes sense.

But what's the use of this?

Does it help the situation at hand?

In fact, there are.

At least Uncle Da understood.

His eyes lit up.

Huo Ran looked up.

"The third young master has rarely used the Iron Wire Fist since the very beginning.

Even if it is used, it is occasionally used with one or two punches.

As for the plum blossom boxing, he has been using it..."

He has completely understood.

You must know that the plum blossom boxing was recently learned from Li Yuanshan and Zhang He's secret manual.

Iron Line Fist is taught by myself, I don't know how long it has been, but it is definitely better than Plum Blossom Fist in terms of familiarity.

He intentionally or unintentionally concealed his Iron Line Fist cultivation, just to let Bu Chen misunderstand that he is a plum blossom master, and he just dabbled in Iron Line Fist?

What is the use of that?

Wu Zhongda was a little puzzled.But now he doesn't have to think about it.

Bu Chen in the distance obviously lost his composure again, perhaps because he felt that his subordinates had rushed back again, and his desire for a quick victory was flourishing.

Immediately, he let out a long drink, stretched his muscles and pulled out his bones, and his whole body became much taller in place, and the skin all over his body showed a blue-black color, with an indestructible texture.

A pair of blood-red palms turned from scarlet to dark red to purple.

He strode forward and didn't dodge Yang Lin's fist and foot attacks, but just slammed his palm on the head.

It's like the giant seal of Fantian.

The momentum is like a mountain.

"not good."

"Be careful……"

There was an exclamation in the lobby.

"Run away." Liang Yingzhen's heart was in her throat.

"Here we come." Wang Xiaoqiao stood upright, his legs piercing the ground like two long spears, motionless.

At this moment, his brows were furrowed, and his eyes were narrowed with a cold light, as sharp as a falcon.

hands like phantoms...

Raise the gun, aim, shoot, all in one go.

One step faster than him is Yang Lin.

Suddenly there was a long howl, and the originally erratic figure suddenly stopped, his figure was like a willow swaying gently in the wind, and his arms were twisted and twisted like a spirit snake.

The body is round, the arms are round, and the strength is weak and soft.

It seems that the whole person has turned into a big whirlpool...

Bu Chen slammed his palm down, thinking that he would break his opponent's tendons and bones, and then grab his head.

Unexpectedly, the opponent's boxing technique changed suddenly, from dexterous and fierce to soft-hearted.

This punch seemed to be punched into a thick and sticky mud, and it would take a while to hit and miss, and it would not be possible to pull out.

There was a feeling of vomiting blood with the wrong strength.

The internal organs are stuffy, and the nausea is about to vomit.

His mind was shaking wildly. He hadn't figured out what kind of boxing technique the opponent used, nor what the opponent's intention was in attacking him so closely, when he saw a strange smile on the opponent's face.

Feeling bad in my heart, my heart was beating wildly.

He just instinctively turned his head, only to feel a chill in his ears, and a sharp pain in his cheeks, with wetness.

Then gunshots were heard.

"not good."

"It's Wang Yiqiao."

Therefore, after practicing martial arts to a certain level, there is always a certain sensitivity to the attacks of guns and bullets.

Whether you can hide or not, you have to have a little more sense of life and death than ordinary people.

It was only at this time that Bu Chen remembered that he was completely distracted for a while just now, and even forgot about the most poisonous snake.

One of the biggest targets that he was about to kill.

King of killers.

After thinking about it now, he didn't dare to think about it anymore, he twisted his body forcibly, avoiding three inches.

boom……

A gust of sharp wind came one after another in the lightning and flint, sticking to the heart, piercing into the chest, and sinking into the flesh.

"you wanna die……"

Bu Chen unleashed the bursting moves of coagulating blood and gathering strength, and his body shrank in an instant, jumping and rolling backwards as soon as his body shrank and flicked.

Yang Lin laughed out loud.

"You've been fooled again."

The enemy retreats and I advance.

With one lunge, he caught up with Bu Chen who had just bounced off the ground.

The fists are like phantoms, bang bang bang...

Three consecutive punches hit Bu Chen's heart.

Bu snorted dully, opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of painstaking effort.

Regardless of fighting back, he jumped and rolled to avoid a bullet, and took a bullet with his back and shoulders...and landed in the grass, and ran straight into the direction of the Qing gang, without turning back.

His body was bleeding and he ran away.

Yang Lin was chasing after him, but after running ten steps, he couldn't bear it any longer, and opened his mouth to spurt out a mouthful of blood.

The plum blossom blood mark on the chest became more and more red, as if it was about to bleed.

This time, it wasn't that he couldn't move, but that his injuries couldn't be suppressed.

The prompt of reputation +20 floated in front of his eyes, and Yang Lin's eyes were dim.

Chapter 048

Bu Chen was injured several times, and fled the Yang Mansion with blood all over his body and face.

This was completely beyond the expectations of the Qing gang thugs.

It is equivalent to destroying the fighting spirit of these vicious thugs at the most fundamental level.

You know, a creature like a thug is a bully in the first place.

What they are best at is actually playing around with the wind, and they don't know what they can't do.

They don't have the courage.