The sick cat who was taken away from the bridge by Xiaohua was about to fall into the lake beside the bridge. He twisted his body several times in the air and suddenly stretched out his arm to reach the guardrail of the bridge. He clearly saw
There was still a hand length left before he could reach the guardrail, but the sick cat's arms seemed to have suddenly lengthened, and he stretched out the guardrail, and quickly climbed onto the small bridge.
In just this moment, Wan Lin was standing at the end of the bridge with his gun in hand. On the other end of the bridge was Xiaohua, whose eyes were shining and looking around with leopard eyes.
"Good work!" Wan Lin said quietly, slowly inserting the pistol into the holster, looking at the sick cat with bright eyes.
"Leopard?" the sick cat asked coldly, and the weird Chinese pronunciation seemed particularly cold and eerie in the dark and silent middle of the lake. Wan Lin nodded slightly.
"Okay! Soldier?" Sick Mao looked at Wan Lin's special training uniform and asked. "You too?" Wan Lin nodded and asked.
Upon hearing Wan Lin's rhetorical question, the sick cat's originally sick and dull eyes suddenly shone brightly, and a smile appeared on his pale face. He raised his left hand and threw the automatic rifle he was holding into the lake next to him.
"Bah", the automatic rifle fell into the calm lake water and stirred up large splashes of water. The large white splashes slowly rose under the moonlight, and then slowly and silently fell into the calm lake water, leaving a trace on the quiet water surface.
Down a circle, a circle of gradually expanding ripples.
Wan Lin watched quietly as he threw away the automatic rifle and nodded slightly.
"I was once a soldier, so let's end it all in a military way!" Sick Cat suddenly looked at Wan Lin with an excited tone, and his gleaming eyes were like sharp blades, shining directly into Wan Lin's eyes.
At this time, Wan Lin's eyes were as calm as water. His dull eyes met the sick cat's shining eyes, and he softly called out: "Little Flower".
Before he finished speaking, a gust of wind blew past the sick cat's head, and in a blink of an eye, Xiaohua was standing quietly on the bridge railing behind Wan Lin.
When the beast Xiaohua passed over the sick cat's head, the sick cat's whole body tensed up and did not move. Wan Lin stared at him and nodded. He understood: This is the sick cat's trust and respect for a soldier!
There was a trace of respect in Wan Lin's eyes, and his face gradually became serious. He knew that being able to maintain such composure in a life-and-death fight was definitely a top expert.
He slowly raised his hands, and the sick cat also raised his hands. Both of them could clearly see that there was nothing in the other's hands.
"Come on," Wan Lin said softly, and his dull eyes suddenly burst into light.
Four dazzling eyes collided violently in the air, as if sparks burst out. The calm lake water around the bridge suddenly caused water ripples to float into the distance as the eyes of the two collided.
The sick cat's eyes suddenly darkened, but he did not pause. He stepped forward with his right foot and raised his right hand to wipe Wan Lin's chest.
Wan Lin raised his right hand in front of his chest and leaned back slightly. The sick cat's right hand brushed against Wan Lin's chest with the sound of wind. Seeing that he had escaped the opponent's attack, Wan Lin straightened up and stepped forward to fight back.
"Pa", the sick cat's arm that had just been hit suddenly came back at an incredible angle, hitting Wan Lin's right arm hard, and then kicked Wan Lin's lower body.
The heavy blow on the arm made Wan Lin frown unconsciously. He instinctively kicked his feet and flew out in the direction of the opponent's blow. He just missed the kick from the sick cat and flew out of the bridge just as Wan Lin was flying.
At the moment when the guardrail reached the guardrail, he hooked the guardrail with his toes, jumped up like a bird, and patted the sick cat with both hands in the air, which was following behind.
The sick cat's forward body suddenly twisted twice strangely, and two strong winds, "Hurrah" and "Hurr", passed by him, making the clothes on his body rustle and his face felt like a knife.
"Kacha", "kacha", the guardrail beside the sick cat suddenly made two snapping sounds. A section of the small bridge guardrail, which was more than one meter long and as thick as a fist, was broken by two fierce palm winds struck by Wan Lin Linkong.
"Pa", it hit the lake hard, causing water splashes all over the sky.
The sick cat dodged the wind of the palm and flew back like lightning. In a blink of an eye, it stood on the bridge seven or eight meters away from Wan Lin, staring at Wan Lin incredulously: "Internal strength?" Wan Lin also had a look in his eyes.
Surprised: “Paleo Yoga?”
Neither of them answered the other's question, but they both understood the origin of the other's martial arts. Both of them are the best in Kung Fu, and they both know that it is difficult to find masters who are proficient in these two Kung Fu. Unexpectedly, today these two
Kung Fu masters met here in life and death!
Since Wan Lin killed Xiao R in the fighting competition, he has had an overview of the characteristics and origins of various martial arts in the world. He knows that there is an ancient yoga technique that has been lost for a long time. When practiced to the deepest level, the whole body seems to be as soft as if there are no bones, and the joints can
It can be twisted at will, and its body is as light as a swallow. It is said that it can fly in the highest state.
He guessed from Sick Cat's quick movement and ability to hit him under impossible circumstances, as well as his ability to dodge his own palm at such a close distance just now, that he could guess that the opponent might be a leader in this genre.
Sick Mao, on the other hand, judged the origin of the opponent's Kung Fu from the sharp wind of Wan Lin's palm that broke the guardrail through the air. He did not expect that such a legendary internal skill master would let him encounter him.
The two stood quietly on the bridge, both reassessing their opponents and thinking about their own strategies against the enemy, with serious expressions on their faces.
Wan Lin slowly took a step back, slowly raised his arms, and saluted the opponent with fists in his hands. The sick cat was stunned and also raised his fists.
Both of them were saluting each other's skills. After saluting, Wan Lin suddenly said: "I'm sorry!" The training clothes on his body suddenly made a "squeaking" sound, and a breath was suddenly forced out of his body, not far behind him.
Xiaohua, who was lying on the guardrail of the small bridge, shook violently and jumped onto the shore. The guardrail on the bridge "squeaked" under the pressure of the strong breath.
Wan Lin knew that the opponent was as light as a swallow, extremely agile, and the joints in his body could be twisted at will. He had been slapped just now because he was not familiar with the opponent's kung fu, and now his shoulder bones were still aching, so he used his luck to use his kung fu to protect him.
whole body.
The sick cat's face tightened, and its body suddenly swayed, like a willow swinging in the wind, swaying back and forth like a black smoke drifting in front of Wan Lin. Wan Lin swayed and suddenly came forward like a ghost. Just as the two were approaching,
In an instant, the sick cat felt a powerful aura suddenly enveloped him, as if the air around him suddenly stagnated, and his waving fists and feet seemed to be frozen, followed by a sharp pain in his chest.
At the moment when the two met, Wan Lin suddenly increased his strength with his left arm to separate the other's arm across his chest, and inserted the middle finger of his right hand into the other's chest like lightning.