The strength of the two sides is very different. If you use ordinary moves to fight him, you will definitely suffer the consequences.

If this kick has not kicked the Rou Shan back, Buli will fall and be caught by the Rou Shan. Maybe this guy can really tear him in half with just one effort.

I don’t believe that someone can be free from flaws. No matter how fat or solid the person in front of him is, he must have a balance if he wants to stand steadily. By attacking an inch above his knee, he can destroy the other party’s balance.

I won the bet.

After being kicked, Rou Shan staggered, and his two big hands grabbed two randomly in the air, and his huge body fell backwards.

Keep exerting force from your abdomen, spinning in the air, and one knee and your hands as a fulcrum when they land on the ground to maintain balance.

The fat man staggered and soon stood firm again. His eyes were no longer as careless as he had just seen. He realized that the man in front of him might cause him trouble.

Don’t leave to stand up, the bonfire sways on your face, and the caramel-colored eyes are as deep as the sea.

Apart from Qingqing, he hasn't been such a strong opponent yet, but he knows that he has no way out.

If he couldn't beat the Rou Shan down, his wife with an injured arm would have to fight with the injury.

He must win this battle.

"Come again!" Rou Shan roared, and two palm-leaf fans slapped their chests like orangutans.

Buli did the movement of attacking the white crane spreading its wings. The movement was beautiful, but it was only elegant for only one second.

The next second, spread his wings and his hands at the same time, making the little fingers move to the ground, and humiliating the meat mountain vigorously.

Roushan roared and rushed towards Buli. Buli sideways and points his toes to the ground. Roushan is sideways and slapped again with his backhand, trying to slap Wanli's head, Buli back to dodge. The two of them grabbed and hid, tangled in one place.

At this time, all the accomplices in Roushan stared at the battle situation intently. Even Hu Laoxi and Zhou Quan did not dare to let out a moment of excitement. Zhou Quan even forgot that his arm was still injured, and his eyes were staring at the battle situation ahead, and he felt a cold sweat for the grandfather of the clan in his heart.

In front of an enemy who was taller than him, Buli seemed to have lost his offensive ability and could only dodge. Several times, Roshan's hands were pressed against his body, and if he was a little more, he could hit him.

But that was a little bit worse, and the meat mountain was churning for half a stick of incense and never caught it.

The patient Roushan roared, and the shattered shells on the huge roaring reef fell one after another. At this time, Roushan's physical strength was exhausted by Buli, becoming more and more manic, cursing at Buli.

"Cunning boy, I want you to die, I want you to die!"

"If you have the ability, come and get it!"

Roushan roared and rushed towards Wanli again.

And this time, Buli's eyes were filled with ruthlessness.

During the period of time he was dodging with Roushan, he had already bought enough time for Qingqing.

He took advantage of the situation to find out the opponent's offensive. The opponent's strength and defense were very strong, but his speed was very slow, his explosive power was good, but his endurance was insufficient. He had entangled with him in the early stage and had consumed most of the fat man's physical strength. Now the fat man is already out of breath.

From the corner of his eyes, he looked at Qingqing. At this time, Qingqing had already touched the side of the samurai sword while the others watched the battle but did not notice that there was one more person.

I will never leave the battle when I see this.

He rushed towards Roshan like lightning. Facing an enemy who was several times more than him, he followed the trend. Roshan thought he was like the previous few times, rushed over and ran away with a fake move. The impatient expression on his face became more and more obvious, but this time, Roshan miscalculated.

In the blink of an eye, he rushed to the front of Roushan and stopped making false moves. He ran towards Roushan with his slender palms.

He said that if he wanted to use Chinese martial arts, he would use Chinese martial arts. The special fighting moves he often used were useless. At this time, he used Wing Chun White Crane Three Fighting Fist.

This set of boxing is as fast as the wind and the shape is like a crane. It is hard and soft. First, it is a move that spreads its wings and pushes the chest of the meat mountain.

Roushan stretched out his hand to pull his wrist, Buliu retreated and took a step back, using the second move of Baihe's three battles. Shuangzhi Zhaoyang put his hands in his heart to defend. Before Roushan could react, Buliuli stepped forward with his right foot, crossed his hands and pulled them to the sides, making a arch-shaped accumulation of power.

Roshan tilted his head slightly, as if he was wondering why this move was so familiar. Buli had already completed the accumulation of energy. He pushed his left hand forward and cut his right hand forward, pushing and cutting it, and quickly overlapping his hands. This is the last move of Baihe's three battles, and the most violent move!

"Sharp sword to cut bamboo!" Buli growled, and his slender palms hit Roshan's chest like sharp blades. In the blink of an eye, he hit the same position for more than ten consecutive times!

If he hit the same place for more than ten consecutive times, even if he could withstand the first move, the dense attack behind would cause pain to spread. If Roshan had just fought with him, his physical strength and endurance would not be consumed, and he might still be able to withstand it. However, at this time, Roshan had already been transformed into some of his physical strength by Buli, so everyone saw an amazing scene.

The giant man, who was much taller than the grandfather of the clan, was beaten back and attacked him on the road without leaving his palms. His legs were not idle. He placed the center of gravity on his left leg, and his right leg was raised and kicked him again at the top of the fat man's right knee!

It was the place he had just attacked. This time he kicked it again, and it took more than ten years of strength. Rou Shan's face was full of shock and his pupils were full of strange colors. How could it be?

Before everyone could come back to their senses, the Roushan had already fallen to the ground. Buli did a white crane harvesting posture, stabilized his center of gravity, and his face was calm. Looking at the Roushan lying on the ground, he slowly stretched out his index finger and shook it at him.

"You can't do it, you can't do it, you can't do it!"

Roshan could not accept that he was defeated by such a "weak" person. He struggled to stand up, but found that he was kicked and hurt his right leg.

"Your knees are broken, don't struggle. Even though you are like a giant, your joints are as fragile as us, and even because of your overweight body, your joints will be more fragile than others."

Keeping his hands behind his back is like a banished immortal descending, graceful and graceful.

"Impossible, how could you beat me - I remembered it! Your moves are a bit like karate! Yes, it's karate! Your Chinese Kung Fu did not defeat me at all! I just lost to the karate of my own country!" Rooshan roared, and the men who were originally watching the fun and waiting for the torn bags were also screaming together.

It was so buzzing, Qingqing actually understood most of the time because she was scolding her.

Buli yelled, and then he kicked Roushan.

"Karate! I'm using Wing Chun White Crane Fist! Your karate is borrowed from us, son and dad, my young dad! Don't make a mistake in the relationship!"

"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible. I want to kill you and kill you!" Rushan, who refused to face the failure, stood up with one leg, turned around and wanted to take a samurai sword.

Now he doesn't care about the one-on-one samurai spirit. He is about to draw his sword and chop these hateful guys now!

But when Roushan turned around and saw the empty mudflat, his little mung bean eyes were full of question marks.

Where is his knife?

The woman who appeared like a ghost held a long sword in her hand, and her smile on her face was so bright, and the tragic tip of the knife was better than the six Japanese in a loincloth.
Chapter completed!