With murderous intent, Tang Feng and Hu Chi turned around at the same time. Hu Chi, who had not shown his skills for a long time, smiled grimly, and his extremely tall and burly body blocked Tang Feng and shouted in a low voice: "Old boy, I will play a few moves with you!"
"A bastard who doesn't know the height of the world"
As the sound came, Akun's body was spinning in the air, like a top thrown from a high altitude. The two seemingly flexible toes contained a thousand pounds of force, pressing towards the tiger's selves!
A Kun's killer move from the sky is very similar to Nie Feng's Feng Shen's legs in "Fengyun". In reality, this elegant and domineering leg move is of course not rendered by gorgeous special stunt shots, but it seems to be more ornamental, impacting the visual nerves of scattered passers-by.
As an expert, Tang Feng frowned slightly, and the Qing Gang was not all incompetent.
Hu Chi raised her head and smiled grimly, facing the night wind, her clothes were swelling, and her suppressed fighting spirit erupted instantly, as if the invisible aura was radiating to the surroundings. Several passers-by who were watching the fun moved back in horror, and Hu Chi was already holding her one hand up.
Over the top of his head, five thick fingers like steel structures pulled Akun's ankle and withstood the pressure of condescending with one arm.
"Go!"
Hu Chi gritted her teeth and lifted her breath, turned sharply, and shook her hands with the flow. A Kun felt that his body was lighter, and he felt like he was riding on the clouds and losing his center of gravity. He was extremely surprised to have a big man who had resolved the thunder attack so much. He was so young at that time
Without such skills, now I have a pure skill in my legs and feet, but my strength is at a disadvantage. This fight tonight is dangerous enough!
A Kun shouted, and his body was about to hit the street lamp pole. He shrank his neck and bent his knees, then lightly pointed his feet backwards, and lit the street lamp pole without bias. His body curled up in the air took this little force to tighten.
, attacked Tiger Mani again at a faster speed, and the force was as fierce as the steel gun of a crossbow chariot.
Hu Chi did not avoid going back at this moment, ignoring the thin palm of his hand that was gripping in front of his throat, and squeezed upwards and hit Akun's chest.
Akun noticed that the gloomy breath penetrated his skin, and another sharp scream. His right hand moved to Hu Chi's throat, quickly pressed Hu Chi's shoulder, and flew horizontally for more than two meters, cleverly avoiding the killing move of the huge fist and the jade burning. Tang
Feng nodded and smiled, and admired the two of them for their interest.
Only when experts can make the power of national martial arts fully present, but there are fewer and fewer folk masters in the true sense. The embroidered pillows that attract attention in front of the camera are flooding, so it’s okay to be embarrassed, but you even forcefully pull the “Z National Kung Fu” part
The golden signs that have been passed down for thousands of years are both embarrassing, which is sad and abominable. Ten or twenty years later, the Chinese martial arts have withered to the point where they have withered, and the things left by our ancestors are almost lost.
Tang Feng felt sorry for his secretly, and thought for a moment on the narrow street, one old and one young, one young and one fight each other for more than ten rounds, street lamp poles, walls, the dilapidated Santana became a tool for the old man to use his strength, and the weirdness of wearing a long robe and a jacket
The figure is light and flexible, comparable to the monkey, flying around the overly tall tiger silly, and killer moves emerge one after another.
The Hu Niang, who is only about 20 centimeters lower than the basketball superstar Yao Ming, is not a stupid and dull big man. The defense is not leaking, and the counterattack is even more fierce and scary. A Kun tries his best to avoid head-on encounters with the Hu Niang. His old arms and legs cannot withstand too violent impacts or collisions.
, always used a method of using a quad to solve the fierce attack, but it was inevitable that I was negligent. In the end, I was accidentally swept the middle ankle by the iron legs that were tempered by the tiger stumbled and retreated seven or eight steps, leaning against the worn Santana to suck the cool air, losing and continuing
Ability to attack.
"Old guy, your kung fu is not bad, I won't kill you." Hu Chi was obviously in a good mood after the battle.
Akun gritted his teeth and stared at him for a long time, sighed unwillingly, and limped into the hazy night.
Shanghai, covered with night, is not full of lights and wine. In Yangshupu, many small alleys and small streets are very deserted after nightfall, with few people walking. Next to the old street lamp poles, the injured Akun was alone, with a expressionless face waiting for the car, and one of them was wearing it.
The burly man with a baseball cap came over, and Akun, who was extremely alert, looked at the person indifferently.
The moment when the burly man who was walking down and rubbed A Kun, a three-edged military sting fell from his sleeve and suddenly turned sideways, poking at the old man who had been following Mr. Rong for 30 years and had been through many battles. A Kun, who had been wary of him, was already on guard.
Avoid the key points by mistake, and lock the attacker's strong wrist with one hand, "Boy, I want to make me. You're so different in heat."
Under the dim light, the burly man wearing a baseball cap slowly raised his face, his cold eyes filled with gloomy smile, which made people shudder. Akun was surprised that the killer was so calm and calm, and suddenly he was uneasy. A terrible thought flashed through his mind. This person might be covering up.
other people.
A Kun, who had been in the world for most of his life, guessed correctly. The killer who attacked the front was nothing more than attracting his attention. The real danger was behind him. A cold chill silently penetrated his waist and eyes, penetrated his internal organs and drilled out of his lower abdomen.
A Kun looked down at the tip of the Sanling Army Pillar, and drops of blood spilled on the road. The master who was afraid of by Shanghai was trembling all over. He didn't believe that he was on the verge of death, and he didn't believe that he was pierced by the Sanling Army Pillar. He hoped that everything in front of him was an illusion.
For Master Rong, he has been loyal for half his life. A Kun, who is respected by the Qing Gang, wants to cry out sadly, but the person in front of him breaks free from his restraints, suffocating his mouth with one hand and holding the military spike with the other hand, piercing the artery on his neck. This killing weapon only needs to be pierced into it.
Eight centimeters of any part of the human body's torso are enough to be fatal.
The long military sting completely penetrated Akun's neck, with only the handle exposed. It was estimated that his heart and lungs were stabbed so badly. The killer turned the military sting and pulled the military sting sideways. The people behind him pushed harder. The "tornado legs" that crossed the Yangtze River in the past were straight and cold.
Blood kept gushing out from the ground, neck, and back waist.
Akun stared at the two burly figures that were integrated with the night, and died with his eyes open!
"Boss, someone wants to see you." When Tang Feng and others returned to the location where Zhang Fuxing and others were, servants came in to report.
"What kind of person is he?" Tang Feng asked with some confusion. You know, he had just returned from Master Rong, and most people would not know his whereabouts.
"He is a man in his thirties. He said that Wang Zhongren is in his hands now, and he hopes to talk to you. He said that if you have time, go to the hotel opposite and he will wait for you there."
The man replied respectfully.
"Oh?" Tang Feng couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he heard Wang Zhongren's name, and quickly made a decision, saying to his servant: "You go to the hotel first and tell him, and I'll arrive later."
"Yes!" The servant took the order and left.
"Boss, is this a trap?" Shura said with some concern.
"No matter whether it is a trap or not, I have to go over and take a look. Shura, Hu Chi, you two will accompany me." Tang Feng said.
"I'll accompany you too." At this time, Long Lian volunteered.
Tang Feng glanced at her, shook his head, and said, "You wait for me here. I will be back soon."
Seeing him saying this, Long Lian was embarrassed to say anything else, so she had to nod.
Then, Tang Feng and the other two left the place and headed for the hotel.