The black shadow below was silent, but approaching rapidly. The middle-aged man became more and more angry. Veins popped up on his arms made of copper and iron. He suddenly let out a loud roar, his fists collided with each other, and the steel gloves erupted with dazzling sparks. Then he kicked his legs violently, smashing the floor and rushing forward. Go down.
The huge iron fist dropped from the sky and hit the old monster like a mountain.
Wu Hai is the head of the Silver Eagle Leader Wu family. The "Vajra Chang Fist" inherited from his family is fierce and domineering, and coupled with his guard-level physical fitness, he can break monuments and crack stones with ease. The old monster Hei only has one arm, and his figure is even smaller than Wu Hai's, but he doesn't dodge. He took a deep breath, put his five fingers together into a palm, and a blue light appeared in his palm, as if carved from sapphire, crystal clear, and he stamped towards the gradually enlarging steel fist.
"court death!"
Wu Hai's eyes bulged out and looked ferocious. He comes from a famous family and has a family guardian spirit. He has few rivals among his peers. It is simply an insult to him that a disabled person dares to challenge him.
The Iron Fist carries huge wind pressure and makes a sharp blast sound. Its size is much larger than the opponent's hand, making people worry that the latter's hand will break instantly.
However, the results were unexpected. The moment the fists and palms collided, the tall Wu Hai was blasted several meters away, while the skinny black old monster only took half a step back.
"here you go!"
Qin Gui, who was hiding in the dark, couldn't help but cheer loudly. Such a result is not unexpected. The old black monster originally had limited talents, but he sacrificed his life to take crystal core dust and finally obtained the bloodline of Xuan Zhi.
Xuan Zhi's muscle density is extremely high, and the black monster looks thin, but in fact his body mass is much higher than that of his opponent. In a real confrontation of strength, Xuan Zhi's bloodline gained the upper hand.
Wu Hai knocked down half the wall of the dormitory building, climbed up from a pile of cement rocks, and looked at the old monster Hei with a somewhat surprised look. Finally, his eyes fell on the half-empty sleeves, and the expression on his face became vicious.
He tensed his muscles, kicked his legs hard, and rushed towards his opponent a few meters away like a cannonball.
This time he did not engage in a head-on collision, but went around to the side to engage in a close fight. Fighting relies not only on strength, but also speed and skill. The old black monster only has one hand, his defense ability is greatly reduced, and his balance ability is worse than that of ordinary people.
Wu Hai took advantage of his own advantage and kept attacking the old black monster with his two fists. The latter was unable to hold himself up on his own. He used one hand to parry left and right, and was beaten back repeatedly.
"You are old and disabled, yet you dare to come out and embarrass yourself!"
Wu Hai spoke provocatively and punched faster and faster. His fists were like flying meteors, hitting his opponent crazily. In an instant, he finally seized the opportunity, opened his one-armed arm, and punched the opponent in the chest. The old black monster immediately flew straight back, knocking five or six shacks apart in succession.
The refugees living inside let out painful wails, but there was no sign of anyone struggling. They were probably in a comatose state due to the influence of the music.
The old black monster struggled to get up, a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. Although the psychic armor withstood most of the damage, some still penetrated.
The old black monster wiped away the bloodshot eyes with the back of his hand, mustered up all his energy, and charged towards the tall enemy again.
"act recklessly!"
Wu Hai roared and rushed forward, hitting his opponent with a violent fist again.
"Don't be so stubborn, old man!"
Seeing the critical situation, Qin Gui couldn't help shouting. The old black monster turned a blind eye, slashed left and right with his arms, and then bumped into his opponent with his shoulder.
This move is called "Iron Mountain Kick", which was originally a move in Bajiquan. The old monster Hei didn't have any martial arts passed down from his family, so all he used was random tricks. Wu Hai seemed to be thick, but his figure was very flexible. He shrank back to avoid the shoulder that was pushing against him, and then punched the black old monster in the face.
Fragments of psychic armor flew everywhere, turning into bits of star sand. The skinny body was like a kite with its string broken, spinning and hitting the ground, making a pit.
Wu Hai showed contempt and walked slowly towards the old monster Hei.
The latter jumped up with a "fish kick", with his palms forward, assuming a fighting posture. When Wu Hai saw this, he was stunned for a moment, and then snorted coldly, "Want to die? OK, I will help you!"
Wu Hai shouted loudly and struck with left and right fists in succession. The old black monster took a deep breath, lunged forward, resisted the fist with his body, and stamped his palm on the opponent's chest.
There was a flash of light, and the two of them slid backwards at the same time.
Stabilizing his body, the old black monster shouted lowly, as if the black sword was unsheathed and stabbed directly into the vital points of the opponent's chest and abdomen.
Wu Hai stood up from the ground, his fist carrying the strong wind, hitting his opponent's face directly. The old black monster had a calm face as he blocked one by one, then turned around and kicked Wu Hai in the face, sending him flying away.
"Very good, you succeeded in irritating me." Wu Hai announced through gritted teeth, blue light erupted all over his body, and he was slapped in the face by a cripple. He was completely embarrassed when the news spread.
The black old monster looked calm, as if what he saw in front of him was just a barking wild dog.
Wu Hai became more and more furious, roared, and rushed towards his opponent like a mad bull, his fists flying down like meteors. The old monster Hei was always unable to hold up with one arm, and was one level lower than Wu Hai. After a few rounds, he gradually showed signs of decline.
The fist hit the armor, the star sand continued to escape, and the new armor re-covered the body surface. However, as the number of attacks increased, the light film covering the body became lighter and weaker, as if it would disappear at any time.
On the other side, Wu Hai's psychic armor was like substance, becoming more and more solid, like a crystal.
In comparison, the spiritual power of Old Monster Hei is far inferior to that of Wu Hai. This is the difference between a great guard and a guard. The two are not far apart in terms of physical quality. The difference is in the depth and breadth of psychic abilities. The higher you go, the smaller the role of physical fitness in combat, and the greater the role of psychic energy.
"Bang!"
With a dull sound, the old black monster fell backwards. Wu Hai didn't give the old black monster any chance to rest, and chased after him and stepped on the old monster on the ground. The old black monster slapped the ground with his palms and rolled continuously to avoid the steel boots he stepped on.
"Old ghost!"
Seeing this scene, Qin Gui in the distance couldn't hold it in any longer and got up to help his old friend. But at this moment, a black sheathed sword stood in front of him.
The Sky Crow Sword is an ancestral item of the Jian Yue family.
"Please respect Mr. Hei's consciousness."
A cold female voice said.
Qin Gui was stunned for a moment, then sighed and slowly loosened his clenched fists.
In the blink of an eye, Wu Hai, who was pursuing continuously, kicked the black old monster in the back, kicked him up into the air, then stood up from the ground, and swept the black old monster to the ground with a downward kick.
"puff!"
The old black monster spurted out a large mouthful of blood, but Wu Hai gained the upper hand and refused to give up. He chased after him and continued to fight, with an attitude of never giving up until his opponent was killed.
The old black monster couldn't resist, and his body was hit one after another. The psychic armor on his body flickered on and off, and he was already at the end of his strength.
"go to hell!"
The heel of Wu Hai's iron boots kept cutting downwards, seeming to crush all the bones in his opponent's body. The old black monster rolled to dodge, but was blocked by a cement board. Just as he was about to be injured again, his eyes suddenly flashed.
The dull gun barrel resounded through the night sky, and a psychic armor-piercing bullet hit Wu Hai, causing a strong flash of light. At this time, the sniper's crossscope locked on "Chen Xing" and shattered it with one shot.
Chen Xing's clone was knocked out, and he immediately created a new one, rushed over to pick up the sniper rifle that fell on the ground, and continued to fight back.
