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To be precise, this is not the serious White Crane Fist, but another split from it, also called the Dark Crane Fist.

In fact, it is a very powerful and insidious assassination boxing technique.

The fist moves away yin and evil, and focuses on the muscles and nerves of the human body.

This kind of boxing does not need to use much force to hit the human body, nor does it need to attack the internal organs.

As long as it touches the skin, it can break the nerves and make people paralyzed.

Or, die from brain hemorrhage.

The Dark Crane Fist is so insidious.

Especially when dealing with ordinary people with superficial martial arts skills, when they attack, they are invisible and invisible, making it hard to guard against.

I can't find where the injury is when I die.

However, in this area of ​​Shanghai, the Dark Crane Fist is best used, and the most famous one is the Qing Gang Shadow Twin Cranes.

He is the most notorious leader of the assassination group under Zhang Yulin's command.

One of the Shadow Cranes among the four red sticks of the Tangtang Qing Gang sneaked into the Fist of Fury Sect early on.

And even changed her voice, becoming her own nine disciples...

Huo Yuanjia felt so defeated and helpless.

He's a warrior, not a very good manager.

In his hands, the Fist of Fury not only failed to flourish, but instead made it leak everywhere, like a sieve, it was a joke.

This is so embarrassing.

what……

Yang Lin's eyes lit up.

The opponent's boxing skills made him amazed...

The half-empty and half-solid plum blossom in the hand suddenly changed from soft to hard, and fell down like a big axe.

After confirming the other party's identity, he naturally had no intention of showing mercy at this time.

Li Yanfang's nerve plucking technique has not touched the skin on Yang Lin's wrist, and there is a flower in front of his eyes.

The speed of Yang Lin's palm knife suddenly accelerated, and with a rumbling sound, it dragged obliquely and passed his elbow.

call out……

With a metallic aftertaste, the palm knife brushed against Li Yanfang's elbow.

It was like cutting tofu with a knife, without any resistance.

Break open flesh and blood, cut off bones, cut off tendons...

Among the blood splatter.

Li Yan's face twisted, and a miserable roar came out of his mouth.

Don't even care about attacking.

The body whirled, and flew backwards, passing by Huo Tingen who was catching up to rescue him. The remaining good right hand had turned a crane's wing into a crane's claw.

With half-bent and half-stretched fingers, they were already on the young curator's throat.

"Stop it, want to..."

This time, Huo Yanen was completely stunned, and all the disciples around were also dumbfounded.

The steps that Huo Yuanjia had just taken stopped again, and Huang Chengcheng's face was full of anxiety.

There is no way, if you hesitate for a moment, your son will fall into the enemy's hands.

Now, it's not easy.

Everyone present counted as one, and they all reacted in a panic.

Only Yang Lin was completely unmoved.

After Li Yanfang's left arm was cut off with a plum blossom knife, he not only didn't stop, but took a long breath.

Eyeballs were slightly red, and his figure turned into a light smoke, moving forward rapidly.

Turn your hands into fists, use your body as a bow, use your fists as arrows, bang bang bang...

In an instant, seven or eight punches were punched.

At this time, Li Yanfang's crane claws were still resting on Huo Tingen's throat, and he only uttered a few words in his mouth.

Then, his body shook suddenly, and there was a crackling sound, and he had already received countless punches in a row.

His body was as soft as mud, and he flew upside down.

Snapped……

He fell down in a corner of the hall, only slightly twitching.

Everyone looked around in a blink of an eye.

Seeing Li Yanfang, the Ninth Disciple who was originally handsome and sunny, his description at this time was very miserable.

Not only was the left arm broken, but the right arm was also broken into a strange and twisted appearance.

The legs are limp and bent at odd angles like noodles...

The chest, abdomen, waist and ribs were sunken everywhere, and the mouth was half-opened, spitting out blood clots, mixed with unknown small lumps.

Chapter 091

"This kind of injury can't be saved."

Huo Tingen was still in shock, but he glanced at it in shame, a little pity rose in his heart, and at the same time he became a little annoyed.

Compared with Yang Lin's actions, he was simply inappropriate. Not only did he misread the wrong person, but he almost became a hostage in the hands of the enemy.

No, she has already become a hostage in Li Yanfang's hands.

The claws had already touched his throat with a cold feeling, and they were about to use force.

"It's as fast as the wind, and it invades like fire..."

Thinking of Yang Lin's fierce attack like a volcanic eruption before, which made people breathless, his heart was shaken for a moment, and he didn't know how to describe the emotions in his heart.

Just bowed their hands in a dazed salute.

"Thank you Master Yang for saving me..." Before he finished speaking, his face was already flushed.

Really ashamed and angry, mixed feelings.

Huo Yuanjia walked up to Li Yanfang, coughed as he walked, and his face became more and more ugly, "I don't think I have too many grievances with the Qing Gang, why can He De work for you, the Shadow Cranes, to come here to make plans."

"Master..."

"Don't call me master, I can't afford it. You, Shadow Cranes, are covered with countless good blood. You clean up dissidents for the Qing gang, and you do all kinds of evil. As your master, I worry that my ancestors will be ashamed."

Huo Yuanjia gave Li Yanfang a sad look.

To be honest, among the nine disciples, apart from the fifth disciple Chen Zhen, Li Yanfang was actually the one he valued the most.

On weekdays, although this kid does not practice seriously.

However, it can be seen that the Huojia boxing he has learned is very different from others, and it is a little more spiritual.

Moreover, Lao Jiu has a very good temper and can get along with everyone.

He is the best candidate to run the sect.

He even, sometimes still thinks about handing over the Jingwu Sports Club to the opponent instead of his son Huo Tingen in the future...

One day, the Mizong Fist will surely flourish and become famous for a hundred years without losing its prestige of inheritance.

Unfortunately, all this is an illusion.

The opponent is a big boxer himself, and he came to steal his master and poison him.

Li Yanfang laughed twice, his body squirmed on the ground, and his face turned gray.

He finally understood his situation, and he couldn't survive.

Finally, he no longer humbled himself, and turned his head to look at Yang Lin with difficulty, with a hint of sternness in his eyes.

"Master Yang, can you tell me the truth, how did you escape that shot?

You escaped the trap in Hongkou District last night and killed more than 20 Japanese soldiers in ambush with guns. This is your skill, and I admire it very much.

However, in the end, I hid my shot hundreds of feet away and used the M03 Springfield rifle with the most lethality and the longest range...

It was chosen at the moment when you saw Akino fleeing and lost your defense, and you shot suddenly, there is absolutely no reason to miss it?

Why did you just hide from him?And, then directly killed him?I wasn't even given a chance to breathe. "

The crowd was in an uproar.

It can be heard from Li Yanfang's words.

It turned out that the news from Xiao Ding earlier was true, and the case of dozens of Japanese deaths in Hongkou District was actually done by Yang Lin himself.

Of course, the dozens of people who died were not medical staff, but Japanese soldiers.

He was even so powerful that while killing dozens of Japanese gunmen, he also avoided Li Yanfang's sniper shots from a distance, and found out the Jingwumen, and locked the traitor.

Yang Lin has done so many things overnight.

And what about people like myself.

Ok.

All fell asleep in their own rooms.

Know nothing about many things.

Without him, it is possible that when master Huo Yuanjia was poisoned to death, the Fist of Fury was notorious and was forced to disband, they would still not understand what happened.

There is no way to compare this person to another.

"It may be that you will kill yourself if you do many unrighteous actions. At that time, you were so blessed that it was not a miracle to escape your shot.

As for finding out that you are a traitor, that's even easier... because I just shot you before, why did your heart beat so fast? "

These words are of course half-truths and half-false, Yang Lin didn't mean to reveal his secret skills.

If it is passed on, it will make people feel defensive, which is not very good.

At least, the next time the opponent chooses to attack him, he won't use such useless tricks.

Instead, they will come up with more insidious methods.

If there is a law in the world, there must be a break.

He would not think that he would be foolproof with the body-eye technique.

What if the opponent focuses fire to attack?

Or force yourself into an extremely narrow field, and then besiege?

At that time, even if the whole body is full of eyes, it will be useless.

Can be sensed, can't dodge, there is not enough space to dodge.

There is only one dead end.

"Maybe."

When Li Yanfang heard this, his expression was slightly relieved, and he sighed, but his voice became weaker and weaker: "Unfortunately, it would be great if you didn't come to Jingwumen. It's a pity that your achievements have fallen short now."

Speaking of this, his voice suddenly increased, and his face glowed red: "However, don't think that you can win a big victory, do you know what kind of poison is in the crocodile meat that Master Huo eats every day?" ?”

The biological toxins of the Japanese can be easily detoxified. Sooner or later, he will die in the contest with the Japanese, and I have not completely lost.

Haha...it's just a step ahead, go first..."

Before he finished speaking, Li Yanfang tilted his head and died.

The green screen numbers fell like a waterfall, and Yang Lin's eyes flashed a +40 reminder, knowing that this person was dead.

In terms of kung fu, this person's cultivation and strength are actually not inferior to that of Jujuro Sato.