"Bang, bang, bang -" The huge mad bear is good at attacking, and the coir raincoat is also good at attacking.
Both of them have no restraints, they are both open and domineering.
The fists and feet intersected intensively, creating a dull and heart-wrenching collision sound.
Every time the mad bear strikes with its fists and kicks, it's like the cold wind blowing on your face, making your heart beat with fear.
And the coir raincoat man is also head-on, which is amazing.
"kill!"
After the mad bear's continuous attacks failed, he charged up his arms again and leaped out in big strides.
He tapped his toes hard and his body hit the coir raincoat.
Shocking.
The coir raincoat man did not retreat but moved forward. He lowered his waist and stepped forward to avoid the bear's hug that could crush the internal organs.
"Bang bang bang!"
Then he sank his fists, and raindrops fell on the lower abdomen protected by Kuang Xiong's hands, which was quite similar to the artistic conception of Wing Chun.
The speed is faster than lightning, and it is continuous.
This series of attacks actually knocked the mad bear, who was charging forward boldly, back again and again.
Ye Fan picked up a broken knife and leaned against the wall to watch the show, not worried at all about Kuang Xiong being at a disadvantage.
When Nangong Yan saw this, she despised him for being ruthless and unjust, and was not at all worried about Kuang Xiong's life or death.
"Bang, bang, bang -" The coir raincoat, who had a slight chance, just turned sideways and leaned close to the bear's body, sliding and punching like a shadow.
The punch reaches the palm, and the force penetrates the heart.
Bearing the force of the coir raincoat's continuous punches, Kuang Xiong passively blocked the attack, but did not lose his position and retreated step by step in an orderly manner.
The coir raincoat's eyes narrowed.
Then, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, he leaned back to distance himself, and raised his hands suddenly.
Countless silver needles were shot at the mad bear.
"kill!"
The mad bear roared, waved his hands, and swept most of the silver needles to the ground.
However, there were still more than a dozen nails stuck into the weak points of his body, causing a flash of pain in Mad Bear's eyes.
This also makes him move slowly.
When Nangong Yan saw the poisonous silver needle, she couldn't help but exclaimed: "Despicable!"
"Whizzing!"
The coir raincoat didn't care about Nangong Yan's rejection at all, and his slender arms shook again.
Two sleeve arrows shot into the wild bear's eyes.
The mad bear was so angry that he moved his arms to block the sharp arrow that hit his eyes.
"Dang-" there was a sharp sound and the sharp arrow hit the ground.
"Whoosh -" Taking advantage of this opportunity, the coir raincoat man moved his steps and kicked out quickly and hard.
Hit the mad bear right in the navel.
"boom!"
The mad bear flew out and hit the wall, with a trace of blood flowing from the corner of its mouth.
The two sides separated again.
"Swish, swish, swish -" The coir raincoat didn't stop there and flicked ten fingers.
Ten crystal-clear fishing lines shot out and entangled Kuang Xiong's hands and his feet.
The mad bear roared, its strength surged, and it wanted to break the shackles of the fishing line.
As a result, the tough fishing line not only did not break, but instead penetrated into all his joints, making him unable to stop the corners of his mouth from twitching.
"go to hell."
The coir raincoat's right hand flashed, a hidden sword appeared, and it stabbed the mad bear's body quickly.
Nangong Yan, who had been watching the battle, looked ashen: "It's over, it's over, the big man is dead."
Everything was as she expected, the wild bear was no match for the coir raincoat.
"Can't die!"
Ye Fan slipped and blocked him, and with a wave of his left hand, all the fishing lines broke.
Then he pressed down with the broken knife and held the coir raincoat man's sharp sword.
"die!"
The coir raincoat didn't talk nonsense to Ye Fan, he punched Ye Fan and punched out.
Ye Fan also punched out.
The fist is like the wind.
In Nangong Yan's frightened eyes, Ye Fan punched Coirellia Weng's fist.
"boom!"
The fists collided, and a muffled sound exploded.
Ye Fan's power came out from his body, and the clothes on the coir raincoat's arms shattered.
The joints of his fists were instantly broken, and his arms were twisted into twists.
The coir raincoat man also groaned, his face turned pale and he fell seven or eight meters away. Sweat was dripping from his forehead like rain, and he looked at Ye Fan with a horrified expression.
Damn it! Nangong Yan and the two men in black were both stunned... "Damn!"
"How is this going?"
"Why is Ye Fan's power so terrifying?"
"How can it be?"
Seeing Ye Fan destroying the right arm of the coir raincoat with one punch, Nangong Yan couldn't help but rub her eyes fiercely, she couldn't believe this scene.
She simply couldn't accept that the coir raincoat, who had beaten her and Kuang Xiong and had been famous for many years, was so vulnerable in the hands of Ye Fan.
When Han Ziqi saw this scene, she was also a little surprised. Ye Fan was more powerful than she imagined.
"Ye Fan——" The coir raincoat almost bit off his tongue before he could barely suppress the scream that reached his throat.
He looked at Ye Fan in shock and anger: "You dare to destroy me?"
Ye Fan pulled out the poisonous needle from the mad bear and gave him a seven-star life-sustaining pill: "Originally, I didn't want to take action against a small character like you."
"My brother will fight with you and let you retreat."
"But you used poisonous needles, used arrows in your sleeves, and fished with fishing lines. Your methods were dirty. I can't let my brother die unjustly."
Ye Fanfeng said calmly: "That's why I'll give you a punch."
The coir raincoat man was furious: "I will cut you into pieces with a thousand knives."
Ye Fan smiled faintly: "Without a bamboo hat to protect yourself, three moves are enough to kill you."
"Boy, I'll kill you."
The coir raincoat man could not accept Ye Fan's contempt. He felt that he had just suffered a loss because he underestimated the enemy.
He roared and rushed towards Ye Fan again.
This time, the left hand holding the sword contained all the power.
The sword keeps changing.
Ye Fan laughed noncommittally, and then gently turned his palm.
"call!"
To be continued...