The fifth thousand five hundred and twenty-first chapters are masters
Feng Dao's low roar shocked the little monk. He focused on the razor's rapid movements as fast as lightning, and Wan Lin's thunderous counterattack, and suddenly a cool air appeared on his back.
At this moment, the arrogance on the little monk suddenly disappeared. He finally understood that whether in terms of experience or strength against the enemy, he could not compare with real masters like Razor, nor with the Leopard Head and the teachers around him.
Compared to brother, senior sister!
Now he rushed up, not only could he not be able to support Leopard Head, but he would also let Leopard Head throw a rat in the battle with the razor, which would only increase the burden, and would also destroy the reputation of the Chinese soldiers and Leopard Head as a promised daughter!
At this time, Zhang Wa, who was standing on the other side of the little monk, saw the little monk in a daze. He grabbed the boy's arm and whispered: "What are you doing? Take a good look at how Leopard Head kills this bastard!"
When the little monk heard Zhang Wa's reprimand, he grabbed the student hat on his head and threw it on the ground. Then he shook his bald head vigorously. He stared at his shiny eyes and looked forward intently.
He already understood that no one of the senior brothers and sisters around him went up to help the leopard head, and even the gun in his hand did not raise it, which shows that they all had strong confidence in their leopard head, because they firmly believed that no one could be there
In a one-on-one battle, defeat this leopard head with profound martial arts skills!
The roof suddenly became quiet, and a tense atmosphere filled the roof. The air seemed to solidify at this moment. Only the two people raised their hands and feet and their fast moving bodies in the field emitted a formation in the silence.
The sound of the wind.
Around the roof of the building, a pair of eyes focused on the field, with a nervous look on their faces. At this time, Wan Lin's expression seemed very calm, but his pupils had contracted to the size of a needle.
Before the razor waved the blade light on his neck, he suddenly stepped out to the side, and in a blink of an eye it had flashed out of the razor. His right hand raised with a strong wind, heading straight to the razor's ribs and slapped it.
!
As soon as the razor rushed to Wan Lin's side, he suddenly felt a flash of sight. The opponent in front of him had disappeared, but suddenly a sharp wind came from the side. The clothes under his ribs were pressed against the fierce palm wind.
On the body.
A look of astonishment suddenly flashed in his eyes, and his left foot suddenly stepped forward, and his right hand swung downward. The blade that had just been sandwiched between his fingers suddenly turned into a sharp dagger.
He rushed straight to Wan Lin's right hand and chopped it down. His left hand also raised up at the same time, and went straight to Wan Lin's lower abdomen and slapped hard!
Just as the dagger suddenly flashed out on Razor's hands and waved it, Wan Lin's right palm had retracted like lightning, and his body shook left and right in the light of the sword swinged by Razor, appearing behind Razor like a ghost.
His left palm was carrying a strong internal force and raised it upwards, slapped Razor hard on the back with a "pop". Razor didn't expect the leopard head to move so quickly, and before he could see his opponent move clearly
In the direction, the back of the heart was already hit hard by the opponent's palm force.
"Yes," Razor groaned, and rushed forward six or seven steps, and hit a pile of old furniture in front with a "pop".
With a "slam" sound, an old desk in front of the boy collapsed downwards in splits. The razor lying on the desk opened his mouth and spewed out a mouthful of blood.
The razor lay hard on the broken old furniture. The broken wooden boards and old furniture in front of him were sprinkled with dark red blood.
"Okay!" A group of people around Feng Dao opened their mouths and roared. The little monk looked at Wan Lin's lightning figure. He stared at his shiny eyes and murmured in surprise: "Leopard...the head is moving too fast, I
...I didn't even see the leopard clearly... Why did the leopard head turn to the back of the boy?"
The boy then grabbed Feng Dao and Zhang Wa's arms and said, "Feng...Senior Brother Feng, Senior Brother Zhang, Leopard... The palm of his head is so...so amazing, he just needs this...a razor half a palm
Life.”
Zhang Wa heard the boy beside him talk endlessly, and he raised his hand and pressed the boy's bald head with laughter and crying, "Shut up, haven't you seen that the razor is not over yet? This boy will definitely fight back crazily, okay
Learn!”
"Yes, yes, shut up, good... look good." The little monk quickly turned his head and looked at the razor in the field. This kid was extremely smart. He had already understood from Zhang Wa's words that the life-and-death showdown of such a top fighting expert is a top fighting master.
It is extremely difficult to see, and this is the learning opportunity that martial arts practitioners dream of, from which they can learn many killer moves and experiences against enemies that they have never seen before.
A stream of blood was spurted out by the razor, and then slowly stood up from a pile of broken wooden boards. He staggered and turned around, looking at Wan Lin who was still standing behind him. He was about to speak, but suddenly he opened his mouth and squirted to the side again.
A mouthful of blood and a blood mist filled his body.
The boy took a deep breath, raised his hand to wipe the blood stains from his mouth, and looked at Wan Lin and gasped and said, "Okay, it's indeed the best special forces soldier in the world! From the moment I picked up the gun, I didn't have it.
If a person can knock my razor to the ground with his bare hands, you are the number one person in this world!”
As he said that, he took a few deep breaths, then turned his head and spit out a bloody spit. He widened his blood-red eyes and suddenly roared through the blood mist in front of him: "Leopard head, be careful, I want it.
Before dying, let’s see your Chinese kung fu well, and I’m here!”
As the roar was shining with his blood-red eyes, his hands swung down hard at this moment. The two blades between his fingers suddenly turned into two sharp daggers. He raised his foot and rushed towards Wan Lin.
!
Feng Dao and the group of people saw Razor shaking their hands at the same time. The blades sandwiched between their fingers all turned into two sharp daggers, and everyone's faces showed a nervous look.
They understood that Razor was struggling to death in serious injury. He wanted to make a fatal blow before his death. This kid would definitely show all his skills, but no one knew that this Razor could do anything else that could be used.
!
The subordinate standing beside Qian Bin stared at the sword light flashing from the Razor's hands. He looked at Wan Lin and couldn't help but open his mouth and reminded him: "Leopard head, be careful!" Qian Bin heard the cry of the subordinate beside him.
He roared in a gloomy face: "Shut up, don't talk!"
The little monk standing aside was staring at the razor and leopard head in front of him. At this time, he heard a "shut up" roar suddenly coming from around him. He mistakenly thought it was his senior brother and asked him to shut up again. He turned his head and
He stammered: "Yes, yes, yes, shut up... shut up, but I... I didn't say anything."