However, Wu Song's body quickly twisted in mid-air, and then circled quickly after landing, finally easing the opponent's attack.
Anyone who has studied Drunken Boxing should know that the reason why Drunken Boxing is so powerful is that when a person is drunk, his punches are stronger and more powerful!
At the same time, when people are drunk, there are no fixed routines and moves, everything is done spontaneously.
Every move, every move is hard to guard against!
The moment Zuo Qiuwen's roar weakened, Wu Song suddenly exerted force on his feet.
The whole person almost touched the ground and slid up quickly!
"The imperial concubine drunkenly walks!"
Wu Song quickly rushed under Zuo Qiuwen and punched him hard on the chin!
"Lu Dongbin is extremely powerful when he is drunk and carrying a pot!"
Seeing Wu Song's fist, it was about to reach the opponent's chin.
Zuo Qiuwen's eyes flashed with murderous intent!
He seemed to be waiting for Wu Song's move!
At the critical moment, Wu Song's body spun rapidly.
The hand that originally attacked Zuo Qiuwen's chin suddenly turned around and struck Zuo Qiuwen hard in the heart!
"Bang!!!"
There was a violent impact, and the whole air vibrated with this punch!
Even if you are a hundred steps away, there will be a tremor in your ears.
The weapon in the hand will also vibrate due to this force and make a "clang, clang, clang" sound.
Done!
Everyone is happy!
At the same time, Wu Song's fist did not stop.
"The noble concubine proposes a toast!"
He twisted his body again and struck the man's nose hard with his elbow at an unexpected angle.
"Bang!"
Another blow!
However, Wu Song had already tried his best.
However, Zuo Qiuwen remained expressionless and did not look like he was seriously injured.
There was just a trace of blood slowly flowing down from his nostrils.
Zuo Qiuwen stretched out his hand and rubbed it against his nostril. When he saw the blood in his hand, his pupils immediately dilated!
"Things that don't know how to live or die!"
Zuo Qiuwen roared, he grabbed Wu Song's right hand and suddenly twisted it hard!
"Crack!!"
Wu Song's eyes widened immediately. His entire right arm was ripped off by Zuo Qiuwen like a dry branch!!
Zuo Qiuwen grabbed Wu Song's throat. Just when he was about to crush Wu Song's neck, Wu Zhi roared.
"Open the door, open the door!!"
Wu Zhi's body flew rapidly through the air, and he rushed to Zuo Qiuwen in the blink of an eye.
He quickly stretched out his hands and grabbed Zuo Qiuwen's hand that was about to strangle Wu Song's throat!
Although Wu Song lost one hand, he still tried his best and punched Zuo Qiuwen hard in the face!
"Bang!!"
This punch was just like before, hitting the opponent's nose specifically.
However, Zuo Qiuwen was already conscious at this time, so this punch did not bring much effect.
Before Wu Song could catch up with his follow-up move, he was kicked away by Zuo Qiuwen.
Wu Song flew at least dozens of meters in the air before finally landing heavily.
At this moment, he didn't even have the strength to stand up.
Too strong, too strong!
He never thought that he would encounter such a terrifying opponent!
"Grrrr!"
Zuo Qiuwen grabbed Wu Zhi's wrist with his backhand. As the force continued to increase, Wu Zhi's wrist bones made a horrifying sound of bone shattering.
He glared and asked: "You actually know Truman's Kung Fu?"
"Tell me, who taught you this!?"
Wu Zhi said nothing, his eyes fell on Wu Song's broken right arm in the distance.
His gaze kept rising, falling on his brother who was already struggling and finally got up from the ground.
"Erlang."
Feeling Wu Zhi's concerned gaze.
Although Wu Song had broken one hand, he still gritted his teeth and smiled at Wu Zhi.
"Brother, I'm fine."
Wu Zhi slowly turned his head and looked at Zuo Qiuwen in front of him.