Anyone who has some skills will know the difference between fighting one person and two people fighting against the same force. It is difficult for two fists to beat four hands. When dealing with multiple people, the empty goal will be exposed at some point. If the opponent makes a move at this time, regardless of whether it is successful or not, it can break the smooth flow of the fist like a mountain and flowing water, until the momentum drops again and again, and finally is unable to fight anymore.
The so-called momentum is the general trend of flowing water in one breath. If the momentum falls, it will be difficult to rise again.
This is what happened to Yan Siguan at this time. The momentum that was originally extremely powerful was now falling among the six people. True to what the old man said, a pack of wolves attacks a tiger. Even if the tiger is extremely powerful, how can it kill a pack of wolves by itself? No matter how hard or fast Yan Siguan's fist was, it had not yet reached the threshold of Yuelong in martial arts. Even with the advantage of the long-lasting aura of Neijiaquan, he could not destroy it.
After all, in terms of experience with the enemy and even the ruthlessness of his attacks, Heijia was superior to him, and his ruthless methods made Yan Siguan feel a little shaken. He had competed with others before and had never seen such a ruthless and life-threatening fighting style. The black-armored man just now had his left hand restrained by him. He thought he could succeed with one blow, but unexpectedly, the man actually shattered his wrist bones on his own. He dodged the roaring fist and threw the shuttle with his right hand, hitting him in the left rib. . As a result, the originally violent momentum came to a slight halt. Although he gritted his teeth to forcefully bring the declining momentum back to its original state, the momentum was still lower than before.
Moreover, three more people entered the circle at this time. As a result, eight people surrounded Yan Siguan, like trapped animals. Such a situation, how could anyone else get away with it, and end up miserable, it seems to have been a fate.
Yan Siguan was also a little anxious at this moment. He had been guarding against the movements of the black armor for a long time, fearing that he would be trapped in the enemy's formation and unable to use his fists and kicks. In the end, he was still blocked by this man's wrist-breaking move, and he felt really depressed. He trampled and broke the other wrist of the man with a broken wrist at his feet, and his martial spirit changed again, from the ferocious and majestic look of a tiger descending from the mountain to a ruthless and gloomy one.
There was no other reason than that he accidentally saw two black armors bypassing the circle formed by the nine people and heading straight for the unconscious Cheng Jingdong beside him. The sharp shuttle in his hand flashed coldly in the lightning. .
The old man once said that this boxing is not complete and has been passed down to this day in the early years. Among the three boxing styles, only the tiger catching style is left, and the other two styles are all buried in the vast history.
There are three boxing styles: tiger, wolf, and mountain. A man only knows the Tiger Capture technique, but he doesn't know the other two techniques. The man only remembered that when he was traveling through the rivers and lakes, he saw a big white-backed wolf confronting an elk that was several times stronger than his body. The big wolf often falls asleep. At most, it retreats a few steps when the elk chases it, and then returns to its original sleepy appearance. A wolf and a deer faced each other for three days. The deer repeatedly drove away the big wolf due to its size. In addition, the deer didn't sleep for three days, so the big wolf bit its neck and dragged it back to the deep forest. Neither the dead elk nor the old wolf knew about it. The Yan Si Pass above the mountain stream had everything that had happened in the past three days under their eyes.
The movements of the man in the circle changed completely, he put away his tiger-grabbing posture, and only faced the enemy with the posture of the big wolf in his memory. All his strength and momentum were restrained and hidden without being released.
"This Wu Sheng is interesting." The old servant put away his contempt slightly and looked at the figure in the rain.
"Senior, have you seen some clues? I can see that the man's momentum has been reduced, but he is still in a state of extreme strength. Is there anything more important in this?" Zhang Qing saw quite a few masters, but every time When they make moves, they all have an astonishing momentum, and rarely have a self-destructive edge. They have turned their broad posture into a dull one. They are confused in their hearts, so they ask questions.
The old servant smiled and said, "Young Master, please don't think that it is a good thing that the man showed his aura earlier. Although his punches are fierce and powerful, if they are unbreakable, then all that is left is to be beaten. I I guess he used his bravery to defeat the army before, and he probably didn't see the difficulty of the black armor. This change of tactics must be because he is worried about the safety of the actor, so he thought of the change very much."
As he spoke, Yan Siguan moved again, still crouching down, but this time his attack was more treacherous and unpredictable compared to the previous vigorous one. The feint attack was directed at the armpit of the black armor, but with one punch and a kick, he stabbed the neck of the black armor on the right at a weird angle. With just one punch, the neck of the black armor was crooked, causing him to lie on the ground and stop moving.
But even so, the black tide of armored men behind them still filled the gap in silence and surrounded them in the blink of an eye.
In less than half an hour, Yan Siguan suffered 13 wounds on his body, including three flying shuttles, all of which penetrated deeply into his left rib and both arms. And all he got in exchange for his injuries was fifteen damage to his black armor.
The black armor retreated slightly. Judging from this posture, it was clear that he wanted to consume this iron-like martial artist to death. The rain became more and more urgent. Yan Siguan moved his shoulders, pulled out the shuttle from his arms, opened his palms and let the shuttle fall into the water.
The rain was so heavy that countless precious peach blossoms planted by wealthy families were chopped off by rain swords just after they were in full bloom, and flowed into ditches or flowed into the streets with the water.
Peach blossoms and spring water flowed slowly from Wu Sheng's feet. The blood on Wu Sheng and Heijia's body was gurgling, dyeing the peach blossoms even brighter red, like the corners of thrush's thick eyebrows. Their eyebrows were tight, but full of cold murderous intent.
Yan Siguan silently looked at the bones of his fist. Last time, Wu Shuang's generous gift of snake orchids allowed his fists to grow new flesh in half a day. But this time, his fists were damaged due to armor beating. How could there be any genius treasure to cover the wounds?
The black armor was covered with sharp thorns, cutting off all the boxing cocoons that Yan Siguan had honed over the years. Now, with every punch, Yan Siguan had to endure the stinging pain of gouging out his bones. Fortunately, the two black armors who were running towards Cheng Jingdong were nowhere to be seen for some unknown reason.
During the confrontation, Xu Jinyu, who was in the rear, suddenly saw an extra person in the circle, his eyes were about to burst, and he almost roared.
Wu Sheng, who was surrounded by heavy siege, suddenly felt someone pat his numb shoulder.
"I asked you why you keep saying that you are not available recently, which makes all my good wine lose its flavor and give you a cheap price for the unfaithful ones." A man walked out from behind Yan Siguan, with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, and a figure like a hemp stalk for a fire in winter.
Everyone in the county knew that Ma Si was idle and invisible, but no one knew that one day Ma Si would appear in the midst of the siege, chatting and laughing happily.
Wu Sheng turned around slowly.
But he saw this young policeman from the yamen struggling to take off the loose black armor on his body. Cheng Jingdong was safe and sound. In fact, it was not because Hei Jia was soft-hearted, but because he was attacked by Ma Si somehow, put on a black armor, and sneaked into the vast black armor without anyone noticing.
The horse is already thin and looks slightly out of place when stuffed into the black armor.
But the old servant at Gaotai frowned subconsciously.
