Chapter Five Eighteen Strikes in a Chain and Collapsing Fist
Darkness descends, submerging the sky light.
In the dark and dark alley, a big belly figure walked over from the alley ahead of Fang Chong. It was Li Hao. His eyes were cold, and he held two feet of short swords in his hand and shouted in a low voice in the alley: "Fang Chong, come out, I know you are here, you can't escape today."
"Sure enough, Li Hao came alone, so he must have made his own decisions." Seeing that there was only the other party, Fang Chong became more and more sure that Li Hao must be unable to swallow his anger and took revenge on his back.
However, this is exactly what Fang Chong wants. He has been training hard every day for the past three months, and his own strength has made a huge leap. At this time, we can just check the training results in the past three months and use this unlucky guy Li Hao to practice.
Without making any noise, Fang Chong walked quietly against the wall and approached Li Hao step by step.
The alley was dark and the light was extremely dark. Ordinary people could hardly see anything in this situation. However, Fang Chong had a foundation in cultivation, and the training over the past three months and the keen perception ability he had honed between life and death as an agent in his previous life made him more able to adapt to this environment than ordinary people.
Moreover, at this time, he and Li Hao were not far apart. Combining his perception ability and eyes, he could almost clearly discover Li Hao's every move.
Of course, this kind of darkness is not a big problem for Li Hao. After all, he is a third-rate warrior and has excellent eyesight.
The distance between the two people is constantly approaching, and they can sense the other party's existence, but it is a bit blurry, so no one takes the lead. Once one misses a blow, he loses the opportunity and will definitely fall into a disadvantage in the subsequent fight.
Darkness flowed around, and dull aura tangled between the two.
Just as Li Hao approached ten meters away, Fang Chong moved, his whole body bent into a bow shape, and he rushed out like a cheetah.
At this moment, the muscles in his body bulged up, like forged by fine steel, bursting out with powerful power.
brush!
Just a flash of figure, Fang Chong had already arrived in front of Li Hao, and his powerful fist blasted out in a spiral shape from the middle of his waist and abdomen.
"Not good." Li Hao is a third-rate warrior after all. His ability to lift a thousand pounds is only one aspect. His sensitivity and perception are also very strong. Just as Fang Zhong launched the attack, he had already reflected it. On one side of his body, the short sword in his hand stabbed obliquely.
This change was in the midst of lightning, but it was so wonderful.
The sharp short sword was standing straight ahead. If his fist had to move forward, it would definitely touch the short sword. The consequence was that before he could attack Li Hao's own arm was cut into two pieces.
Li Hao laughed, and the suffocation he had over the past few months was wiped out, and the dagger quickly stretched forward: "Hmph, you are a waste with your dantian broken, and you still want to attack me. I really don't know how to live or die. Now I will break one of your arms first and then slowly deal with you later."
However, the smile on Li Hao's face instantly frozen.
The dagger passed through the space ahead, but did not meet Fang Chong. At this moment, Fang Chong's figure had disappeared and disappeared out of thin air in front of him.
"This... how is this possible?" Li Hao couldn't help but be stunned. He was almost stabbed Fang Chong just now, so why did he get stuck in the air?
"Everything is possible, but you are too slow to take action." Fang Chong's voice suddenly came, and he was behind Li Hao. In the moment, Fang Chong turned his body, pressed Jutsu to Li Hao's body to avoid the dagger, and turned to Li Hao's back.
All of this was done in an instant. Li Hao was so fast that he had no time to react. He just felt that Fang Chong had disappeared when he saw a flash in front of him.
When he realized it again, Fang Chong had already launched a fierce attack, with eighteen attacks in a series of eighteen attacks!
The eighteen attacks in a series of eighteen attacks, Fang Chong, used this set of martial arts as a special agent in his previous life, and did not require internal strength. However, eighteen attacks continued continuously, each move was stronger than the other, showing a superposition effect. Eighteen attacks fell like raindrops, and the attack power was still very terrifying.
Bang bang...
Fist to the flesh, full of joy!
There was no interruption in the series of eighteen attacks. The eighteen attacks were completed in one go, giving Li Hao no chance to counterattack and could only keep retreating.
Half of the eighteen punches successfully fell on Li Hao. Although he was a third-rate warrior and had strong ability to resist hits, he also felt pain all over his body.
You should know that Fang Chong's power is not enough to cover it. It can wield a large hammer of more than 100 kilograms in the air, and although this force is not a thousand kilograms, it is enough to have hundreds of kilograms. Can the huge force of hundreds of kilograms feel good when bombarding the flesh?
"Fang Chong, I'm going to kill you." Li Hao went crazy. He was injured by Fang Chong during a meeting, which made him feel embarrassed and wanted to hit the wall in humiliation.
The bright light lit up, and the two-foot short swords transformed into sword flowers in Li Hao's hands, which were gorgeous and beautiful.
Fang Chong's eyelids twitched, and he retreated decisively, giving up a distance. After all, Li Hao is a third-rate warrior. He is much stronger than his speed and strength, and he has internal strength, which can burst out some extremely powerful attacks. He has to be careful.
Of course, Fang Chong is not without the possibility of winning. If he could not win, he would have escaped long ago.
Fang Chong himself was somewhat sure of staying to fight with Li Hao. After all, he was a master-level warrior who had been immersed in martial arts for decades. Although his current physical fitness is not good, his martial arts and consciousness are still there. If used properly, it may not be impossible to defeat Li Hao.
At this moment, Li Hao gritted his teeth with hatred. The short sword was like a rainbow, drawing sharp arcs in the air, like snowflakes blooming in the air, extremely beautiful.
The sharp sword light burst out in the air. Combined with internal strength, it actually burst out three-foot sword light, making the originally two-foot short sword suddenly become as powerful as a spear, and a large area of space was covered in the cross-border manner, almost blocking the entire alley, allowing Fang Chong to retreat continuously.
The sword technique is named Feixue, which is Li Hao's treasure at the bottom of his box. If he hadn't been determined to kill Fang Chong and would have avenged his previous shame, he would have been reluctant to use it.
The sword light flies like snowflakes falling, and such a sword skill is indeed powerful!
Fang Chong took the initiative step by step and stepped back carefully, feeling very hatred. When he went out, he didn't expect to encounter Li Hao's sniper and didn't even bring a suitable weapon. If he had a suitable weapon, even a short stick, he would not be so passive.
The alley is not spacious, and there is a dead end behind it.
Fang Chong retreated to the end and was less than ten meters away from the high wall behind him. The whole front was blocked by the sharp sword light, and he was almost in a desperate situation - there was a strong enemy in front and no way out behind.
In this case, Fang Chong had to fight to the death, "Damn it, this bastard Li Hao, I will definitely kill you." After gritting my teeth, Fang Chong did not retreat but advanced, and rushed towards the sharp sword light.
Of course, he could not really hit the sword light, but just controlled his body and crawled through the gap of the sword light. If he really couldn't avoid it, he used his body to block it. Fortunately, his control of his body muscles had reached a certain level. He used the elasticity of his muscles to avoid the sword edge, bounced the sword body, and after passing through Li Hao's Feixue Sword Technique, he was not very serious, and he was just some skin trauma.
Bang!
After passing through the sword light, Fang Chong made a decisive move and pointed like a knife and slashed at Li Hao.
The cold wind was fierce, and Li Hao subconsciously shrank his neck. He felt extremely powerful power from the knife that Fang Chong slashed down. He had no doubt that if he really cut it on his neck, it would definitely be a miserable ending. He would be disabled even if he didn't die.
Without caring about how Fang Chong passed through his Flying Sword Technique, Li Hao waved his sword short sword and turned a circle in the air, stabbing Fang Chong's back heart, trying to surround Wei and save Zhao.
"When it comes to martial arts, you don't even have enough to carry my shoes." Fang Zhong sneered in his heart, and did not dodge or avoid it. He just stretched his arm back and grabbed the dagger just right. His two fingers looked like steel clamps, making the dagger in Li Hao's hand stagnate out of thin air.
"Li Hao, go and die!" Fang Chong could not hold back at this time. If he didn't kill Li Hao, Li Hao would kill him. Even if there was someone behind Li Hao, he had to kill him.
Five Elements Fist, Bengquan!
Fang Chong's arms were tense, and the power burst out to a point, slamming Li Hao's chest. The powerful penetration force directly penetrated Li Hao's muscles and acted on his internal organs and bones. The sound of jamming sounds rang one after another. Needless to think about it, Li Hao broke at least two sternums.
Moreover, the internal organs must have suffered great trauma.
The human body's internal organs are the most fragile, and the Bengquan is a very penetrating boxing technique. It will naturally not feel good when attacking Li Hao.
In the alley, Li Hao's fat body flew out, flew out for several meters before stopping. He had already coughed up a mouthful of blood when he lay on the ground, but his body moved, but he still didn't stand up again. He just lie on the ground and breathed hard, his breath was weak.
"I originally wanted to wait until the person behind you found out before killing you, but unfortunately..." Fang Chong picked up the short sword on the ground and walked towards Li Hao step by step.
The god of death was by his side, stretching out his hands to Li Hao.
Li Hao moved his body, looked at Fang Chong with difficulty, and begged: "No, don't kill me, I'm also instructed by someone, don't kill me..."
Fang Chong squatted on the ground, his sword clamped against Li Hao's neck, and sneered: "It's okay if you don't kill you. Tell me who the person behind you is. Don't worry, I won't tell you. After all, I haven't lived enough yet, and I won't touch the other party's bottom line so early."
"You really don't kill me?" Li Hao was a little moved. But before he could confirm that Fang Chong's short sword had fallen, he stabbed into his thigh with a puff, and then said leisurely: "Fatty, tell me, don't challenge my patience, you will regret it."
Who is Fang Chong? What kind of scene has he never seen in the Dragon Group? What kind of extreme stubborn people have never cleaned up?
In front of him, Li Hao's role is really not good. He is too lazy to use those vicious and vicious methods of proving confessions. He can tell the truth at will, and ensure that he can even sneak a sneak peek at other girls taking a bath when he was a child.