martial law

Once shot, it must be a thunderbolt.

If we say that Bu Chen in the past just wanted to kill Wang Yiqiao, the king of killers who had been at odds with the Qing gang.

Now, it is very likely that he will not be the first target.

In the matter of hatred, Yang Lin dared to be the second, and no one dared to be the first.

He killed the thugs of the Qing gang, and his blood-repelling hand Bu Shen, it can be said that his hands were covered with the blood of those thugs, and it would not be enough for the people to not kill him...

Then the problem is coming again.

Since Bloody Buchen had arrived long ago, where is he?

When will you choose to make a move?

Countless thoughts flashed through my mind.

Yang Lin did not show it.

He even put on an unsuspecting, youthful and energetic appearance...

After killing the Xiguan swordsman, he immediately put down his defenses and chatted with the little princess of England there.

And, fortunately, he did not die and showed his back...

He asked himself, if it was him who wanted to hunt a powerful prey, he would naturally choose when the prey was completely defenseless, and it would be best if he was injured a little bit and was unable to move.

Xueshou Buchen must have thought the same way, right?

Well, as you wish.

The master of the Xingyi Dragon Form Fist at the back really couldn't bear it, no longer disguised, and directly bared his fangs to make a surprise attack.

So responsive...

In the shadow of a big tree beside him, there was also a figure pounced like a tiger, a pair of bloody hands were bloody red and fierce, and the strong wind hit like a tidal wave...

Yang Lin just turned around and used his hands as knives to cut back the dragon-shaped fist with the "five yun plum blossoms", and a pair of blood handprints came to his face, one first and one back, one yin and one yang, one up and one down towards his waist and left neck.

As long as there is one trick in the middle, relying on Bu Chen's palm strength that can break iron, I'm afraid I will say goodbye to this world.

Bu Chen saw it clearly.

Five bloody finger marks had been pulled out from Yang Lin's waist.

This is hurting.

Once injured, you can't run.

Also, Bu Chen still remembered that during the battle in the Yang Mansion, the kid on the opposite side used an extremely weird soft fist, which rarely reached the realm of combining hardness and softness.

Therefore, he didn't compare his moves, and any tricks were useless, he just attacked fiercely, and hit two places separately.

Facing this kind of opponent who is slightly weaker but has exquisite boxing skills, you need to test more, retreat when you are strong, attack when you are tired...

If you spot a weak point, it's a one-hit kill.

His idea was actually right.

Because, he saw that although Yang Lin didn't know why, he used a strange explosive skill to temporarily increase his strength to the same level as himself.

However, this kind of skill is definitely not durable, and after one blow, it will still be a little weak.

This is the opportunity.

There was a hint of sternness and hatred in Bu Chen's eyes, the veins on his forehead and neck bulged, and his bloody hands swelled up a little more, before they fell down with a bang.

bang...

Suddenly, his expression froze.

The imagined one-hit and crash situation did not appear.

The delicate boxing technique that was as soft as mud and round as a ring did not appear, and the opponent also punched straight.

That pair of white fists is like winter and spring, and the snow is blooming.

One punch turned into five moves, both hands came together, five punches combined into one punch, and hit the blood marks on his own hands separately.

It turned out to be strong against strong, and attack against attack.

boom……

Bu Chen only felt as if he had been hit on an iceberg, and he couldn't get in with his strength, but bumped back instead.

For an instant, his body that was rushing forward just stopped.

There was a sound like popping beans, from the bones of both arms to the shoulder bones, all fractured.

The palms were distorted and deformed, and the bony stubbles pierced through the skin to expose them.

Bu Chen let out an earth-shattering scream.

Heart-piercing pain flooded into his mind, and only then did he see the sneer on his opponent's face.

Chapter 065

Yes.

Yang Lin had previously hidden his strength.

Although he used the "five yun plum blooming" explosive boxing technique of the five internal organs and five elements, turning his palms into knives and smashing the arms of dragon-shaped boxing masters, but his strength was not fully used, only [-]% of it could be used.

It seems that relying on the exquisite swordsmanship to defeat the enemy, it is not much stronger than the opponent in terms of strength.

This also gives people an illusion.

Using a burst attack that greatly damages the body, it is only a balance of strength.

Then, his own strength must be less than his own.

His performance in the first battle of the Yang family also just proved this point.

This is why Bu Chen is confident that he will kill with one blow.

However, he didn't expect it.

During these three days, not only did he contact the helper and set up a trap, but Yang Lin was also not idle.

In the illusion, he not only cultivated the strength of the bone forging, but also raised it to the point of divine power.

Moreover, I have also seen various boxing techniques, and comprehended the method of refining internal organs by breathing in frost.

What's even more outrageous is that he also killed the emperor, killed the prince, pushed the new king to the throne, and played with the Tartar court...

The boldness of the whole body is simply moving.

In terms of strength alone, Yang Lin practiced Plum Blossom Fist and Iron Line Fist.

One leg training, one boxing training, training the muscles and bones of the whole body, two-pronged approach, the strength is even higher than him.

If Bu Chen's palm strength is [-] to [-] jin without considering the explosive damage to his body, then Yang Lin has [-] jin, which is simply inhuman.

In addition, he used the explosive force method of the five viscera, and within a short period of time, the explosive force can easily reach more than [-] jin.

Such a ton of punches were fired in a row.

Bu Chen just felt that he couldn't spit out a mouthful of old blood.

Hitting an iron plate is not enough to describe this kind of aggrieved.

The iron plate can still dig a hole, but the other side is a mountain of iron.

The two palms hit the opponent's fist without even making any marks. The force kicked back, and the metacarpal bones of both arms were shattered and fractured.

That fist, which is as fine and clean as white jade, is like a plum blossom, twisting and shaking slightly...

Breaking through the middle door, he suddenly spread his five fingers, raised them slightly, and patted his forehead with a palm.

boom……

The bone in front of Bu Chen's forehead collapsed, and his voice stopped abruptly.

His head had already been punched by Yang Lin's immense force, hitting him in the neck cavity, and he couldn't even see his scalp.

Red, white, and blood splashed in all directions like arrows.

His legs were nailed to the spot, half a foot into the soil, the whole headless body stood on the spot, twitching slightly, apparently having lost its vitality.

"call out……"

Everyone around gasped in unison.

Russell's face was ashen, his legs trembled uncontrollably, and he stretched out his hand to gently hold the crook of his arm, where there was a pocket pistol.

The little princess Marilyn's eyes were wide open, and there was a strange excitement in the panic.

On the delicate little face covered with fine sweat, there was a trace of flush, and the lips were pursed, almost biting his own tongue.

"So strong, is this Chinese martial arts?"

Uncle Da's body trembled.

His expression was slightly dull.

He felt his arms hurt more.

He muttered in his mouth: "Dog... dog, my 30 years of boxing skills have really been practiced on dogs."

"Uncle He, Xiaoju, I have avenged you..."

A gleam of blood flashed in Yang Lin's eyes, and he turned his head coldly.

The body's breath fell like an ebbing tide.

Well, the time has come for Wuyun Mei to activate the Qi Explosion Technique.

"It's now."

The middle-aged man whose arms had been chopped off with the dragon-shaped fist just stopped flying upside down and rolling on the ground...Seeing Yang Lin beating Bu Chen to death with his palm like an avalanche, a trace of panic appeared on his face At the same time, he gritted his teeth, and the fierce light in his eyes became brighter again.

With his shoulders on the ground, he twisted his body close to the ground, and with a sizzling sound, he slid seven or eight feet into the earth, rocks and mud...

One leg was bent behind the buttocks, the other leg pointed like a gun, the toe was tensed, and pointed towards Yang Lin's chest and heart.

This style of "Poisonous Snake Spits Out Letters" uses the feet as a spear and the body as a horse, the muscles and bones of the body bounce, transforming into infinite rear force, and stabs straight.

The toes pierced the wind and howled sharply.

No matter in terms of strangeness or flexibility, it is already a great achievement in boxing, so wonderful.

The key is.

No one expected that he fell to the ground injured, dodged the gunshots, and could use such an ultimate move in the blink of an eye.

Just as Yang Lin stopped, his toe was already stabbed.

Looking at the momentum, even if there is a rocky mountain in front of him, a deep hole will be drilled out by his legs.

"It was already expected."

"Don't give up until you reach the Yellow River."

The blood in Yang Lin's eyes was even thicker, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth. He didn't dodge or dodge. Although the breath on his body weakened like an ebb, he didn't panic at all.

He just stretched out his hand to the side, and grabbed Russell, whose legs were still trembling slightly, not daring to run away, pinched his neck with one hand, and stood in front of him.

with his power.

Russell's seemingly tall body was like a straw, and he came over as soon as he mentioned it.

what……

"No."

Russell raised his throat and let out a scream like killing a chicken.

And the middle-aged dragon-shaped fist that could be stabbed, that type of leg gun, was really obedient and stopped.

Not only did the pistol stop and deflect to the left, but the body also rotated accordingly.

The spine exerts force, and the body like a snake suddenly soars into the air. It is as graceful as a dragon, with legs interlaced, and the other leg bends and stretches.

There was a loud noise when the trousers broke.

The target pointed directly at Yang Lin's neck.