Wang Qing helped Bai Lang's body. The youngest of the four brothers, who was the bravest and most responsible for doing business with outsiders, now looked pale and blood was pouring out of his seven orifices.
His chest was deeply sunken, and blood filled the pit and stained his upper body. He had time to turn his eyes slightly, and looked directly at Wang Qing, then tilted his head and stopped breathing.
"Fourth brother!!"
Wang Qing looked back fiercely.
The one who came here made a desperate move, leaving no room for error, just aiming to kill the white wolf with this move.
They also all had an impression of this person. Guan Luoyang, the famous president of the Shenzhou Jieyi Society, had previously been inferred by them as a figure belonging to Yun Laoer Anzi.
Wei Lengbo roared angrily: "You actually dare to do such a vicious thing. Is Yun Youbai crazy?"
As he shouted, his eyes quickly passed by Guan Luoyang and scanned up and down the wall on the other side of the floor-to-ceiling window, but he didn't see any more people.
'only one? ! '
Bang! ! ! !
The boss and the second child both answered the question incorrectly, and the huge sound of metal breaking became the first response to Guan Luoyang among those present.
It was Qin Deli's kick that kicked away the 900 kilogram sandbag in front of him. The iron chain connecting the sandbag to the ceiling, which was as thick as a baby's arm, broke directly under this kick.
A gap the size of a soup bowl was pulled out of the ceiling, and thick steel bars were exposed in the cracked concrete.
The sandbag, which was as big as two refrigerators bundled together, flew across the entire hall, passed over the sofa and coffee table in the middle of the hall, and hit Guan Luoyang with a strong wind.
The impact of this sandbag is no less than that of a car with four people aboard, slamming into it at a speed of 60 kilometers per hour, stepping on the accelerator.
If he had encountered such a powerful attack when he first came to this world, Guan Luoyang's first reaction would have been to avoid it.
It's not that people who have mastered the third practice can't take it, but it's not necessary. If the shot is taken, it will definitely cause a little blockage to the body shape. When facing a siege, this blockage is likely to become a flaw.
But today, he just stretched his left hand forward and wiped the heavy and huge sandbag that blocked his entire field of vision, as if it had hit the turbulent undercurrent of the seabed and was easily turned around.
Then with a push from his right hand, the sandbag bent in the opposite direction crashed back half a foot above the ground.
Even with the weight and material of this sandbag, it could not withstand such a drastic change in direction. When it was pushed by Guan Luoyang's right palm, many cracks appeared on the surface, revealing the metallic luster of the inner layer.
The innermost part of this sandbag is iron sand, and the outside is wrapped with a layer of extremely malleable metal film. The outside is covered with plastic paper and gauze, and then wrapped with 30 mm thick artificial leather. The key point is that it is strong and durable.
But the moment he was pushed back by Guan Luoyang, two long, narrow and flexible rays of silver light swept across the ceiling and struck the sandbag one after another.
The landing points of the two silver lights overlapped on a trajectory, and the big sandbag was split in half vertically. Immediately, iron sand flew into the air, and a small amount of iron filings were adsorbed to the two silver lights.
They were two long whips extending from the palm of Wang Qing's robotic arm. Each whip was made of sixty twisted metal wires, with serrations invisible to the naked eye on the surface.
Driven by true spiritual energy, these two long whips can be used to whip ordinary cars and trucks, tear off car doors, and blow out tires as easily as cutting through corrugated boxes with a knife.
This is a truly spiritual machine that has been used on the battlefield. It is the most preferred combat model by the Russians, ranking alongside the saw-axe and mace-type machines.
However, because controlling the whip consumes too much real energy, once these two whip cords are released, the user may experience symptoms of dizziness, retching, and exhaustion five minutes later.
The death of his fourth brother left Wang Qing with no time to think too much, and he unleashed his trump card as soon as he made a move.
The silver light danced in the air, creating an arc like a big tidal wave, and the tip of the whip tore the air, slashing down.
The two whip cords were swept in different directions. Even if Guan Luoyang could dodge, the electromagnetic blaster he placed behind him would still be exposed to the sharp blade of the whip cords.
"Repay the fourth child's life."
Guan Luoyang pressed down, vaguely like a lunge, and raised his palms flat in front of him, pushing straight out like a battering ram.
Arhat Pushing in Arhat Boxing can be said to be the basic skill in boxing. It uses momentum. After a move is struck, the arm should be straight and the energy should be rushed forward. A child of seven or eight years old can learn it. In ten minutes, this move can be performed in a decent manner.
But when Guan Luoyang used this basic skill today, it turned into an unpredictable blitz.
Wei Lengbo clearly saw two whip cords cutting the man's body in front of the broken floor-to-ceiling window. The next moment, he realized that it was just a phantom left in place.
After the long whips crossed each other, there was no time to change direction and hit the electromagnetic detonator below.
The enemy's true form had already arrived in front of his eldest brother Wang Qing, and pushed him on the chest with a palm.
Wei Lengbo let out a sharp scream.
He had seen their president use his whole body to break the sound barrier and explode the air. He clearly remembered that the sound after that moment was like a thunder in the sky.
After the thunderbolt, there is still a lingering aftertaste.
The movement speed of the person in front of him was probably comparable to the scene in his memory, but it was silent, as if there was only a breeze.
This is completely contrary to common sense.
This is a trait that Guan Luoyang only came into contact with after he reached the realm of Four Practices.
The strength support of muscle training, the low-frequency force of bone training, the keen perception of skin training, and after the completion of qi training, the inside and outside are integrated, and the rhythm control is indistinguishable, allowing Guan Luoyang to move everything he touches. The airflow to his body brought its own rhythm.
Air also has its own frequency. When ordinary people exercise, the frequency of the body cannot be consistent with the air, so they can only use strong force to expel it.
And if he can reach Guan Luoyang's level, he can control the rhythm of his surroundings and form a resonance with the air, achieving the effect of quietly shuttling.
Although there are no examples of this kind of realm in the boxing classics of various schools, there have been some speculations.
I take advantage of the righteousness of heaven and earth, control the six qi to swim in infinity, hold the wind and thunder to form the surrounding sky, hold the dust to establish the Taoist temple.
Three feet away from the body, there is the Zhoutian Dojo.
The moment Guan Luoyang's palm pushed Wang Qing's body, the airflow around him suddenly exploded, rolling air waves overturned the sofa, lifted up many debris on the coffee table, and even the white wolf's body was rolled up again.
Wang Qing, Bai Lang, and all the debris in the sky were all wrapped up in this strong airflow and crashed into Qin Deli.
The Sanchi Dojo can turn wind and thunder into silence, and it can also conversely turn thunder into silence.
The objects in the center of the hall were almost swept away by this airflow, and the TV screen was embedded with the fruit plate that was shot out.
Wei Lengbo was blown backwards. He raised his wrists and shot out the first knuckles of his ten fingers almost in no particular order.
Adding a launch device to the Zhenling Machinery will greatly reduce the durability of the Zhenling Machinery, which is an act that outweighs the gains and losses.
But Wei Lengbo is the think tank and accountant of their group, and he has no shortage of money for regular maintenance.
The inside of these ten fingers is inlaid with permanently magnetized metal. Through the operation of electromagnetic induction, when fired, there is no sound of bullets coming out of ordinary electric firearms, but the speed is not inferior to the standard pistol of the New Horse Patrol Team.
The initial speed of the knuckle exceeds 300 meters per second, and its weight is 2.3 times that of a standard pistol bullet.
But after the ten knuckles were shot out, Wei Lengbo's eyes suddenly noticed that Guan Luoyang's right hand had changed its position, his fingers were pinched together, and he was holding something tightly in his hand.
There was an extremely thin metal thread extending from between his fingers, and the other end was connected to Wei Lengbo's palms.
The original function of this kind of metal thread was what Wei Lengbo expected. If the ten knuckles were hollowed out and nailed into other fixed objects, the thread could also provide him with additional movement assistance, or he could directly use this thread to cut the enemy. body of.
But now, the other ends of the ten silk threads are gathered in Guan Luoyang's hands, which means.
——He grabbed the ten bullet-like knuckles.
This is a miracle of intuition, prediction, and physical ability combined.
Wei Lengbo's eyelids enlarged and his pupils shrank sharply. Emotions such as sadness, fear, and horror were mixed and collided, and he suddenly woke up.
Their previous guesses must have been wrong. If Yun Lao Er could secretly cultivate such subordinates, he would have been unable to stay in the position of the second son of a powerful family.
Guan Luoyang glanced at his hand, smiled excitedly and silently, revealing his fine and neat teeth. With a wave of his right hand, ten metal knuckles scattered back and hit Wei Lengbo, causing his body to shake suddenly several times and splattering blood. Flowers, sparks, fell to the ground.
At this time, Qin Deli had just pushed aside the debris and pressed down the bodies of his two sworn brothers. In a blink of an eye, his second brother was gone.
At the broken floor-to-ceiling window, the electromagnetic detonator was still sending out waves of interference and impact. The split sandbags and iron sand scattered on the ground were trembling slightly because of it, and the small iron filings were beating.
Qin Deli did not roar, but the muscle lines on both sides of his cheeks were very tight, and blue blood vessels gradually stretched on his neck and forehead.
He touched his chest with both fists, and the large gloves were shattered, revealing silver-white metal hands that were as new as new.
Among the four brothers, Qin Deli's arms have changed the least, but the maintenance period of his hands is shorter than that of Wei Lengbo and Wang Qing.
Because he was punching almost all the time.
Transforming a warrior's combat ability depends largely on the level of the true spirit machine. Even if they want to practice combat skills, few people will choose this extremely retro, boring boxing-style exercise.
However, the order to "let him practice" came from their president, so Wang Qing and others never objected to his behavior.
Facts have also proved that this kind of exercise, which only wears down the joints and the coating on the fist surface, has actually brought Qin Deli improvements other than mechanical improvements.
"Forty percent."
Qin Deli suddenly spoke, saying something that seemed to have nothing to do with the scene in front of him, "Four years ago, I challenged the president, and he told me that with such concentration, after ten years of training, I could catch up with him at that time. "
Guan Luoyang said: "Oh? Are you threatening me? But without even saying the name of your president, this kind of threat is too insincere."
Qin Deli shook his head: "I may not be able to beat you, so I just want you to know about this. At least before I die, I want others to know about this. After all..."
"I have been working on this for one thousand three hundred and ninety days, one thousand three hundred and ninety days..."
His expression became strange and dazed, as if he was asking a question, and he was asking himself, "Are one thousand three hundred and ninety days really only 40% of what it was four years ago?"
boom! ! ! !
Ceramic tiles chipped, concrete sank, and rebar buckled.
Qin Deli launched an attack when Shang Xian was at a loss.
The slight confusion in his mood did not detract from the ferocity of this attack.
As he stepped forward and waved his fist, a towering phantom appeared, seemingly real and illusory.
The bottom is bluestone, and the top is a mountain of ice and snow. Inside the vast white snow, there is a huge boulder unconsciously rolling down from the top.
The snow-white boulder converged with Qin Deli's fist.
Guan Luoyang's eyes brightened, and he turned his palms like he was lifting a monument. With a dull sound like a stone monument sucking the air, he pushed upwards and hit Qin Deli's punch.
When he was fighting Dugu Hao, he didn't dare to take that risk, but now, he wanted to experience it and get used to the feeling of being directly impacted by this kind of momentum.
There was a muffled sound of thunder and thunder, and air waves spread out layer by layer in the hall on the second floor.
Qin Deli was like a tireless, stupid old cow, exerting all his strength again and again. True spiritual electricity rushed out of his brain, pushing his fists and unleashing his attacks.
After Guan Luoyang steadily received more than a dozen punches from him, his ears twitched slightly and he heard noisy footsteps coming this way from the gun warehouse.
He had had enough experience. He took a breath and turned his palms into fists. Bai Ju passed by and punched Qin Deli five times in a row. The first two punches regained his momentum, and Qin Deli counterattacked with the last three punches. Three giant steps.
Click! ! !
The moment Qin Deli was about to raise his hand again, the forearm of his right hand suddenly folded out like a nunchaku. The broken parts bounced away, leaving only dense wires connected to the elbow.
The mechanical elbow joint had already endured a huge load in the previous fight, and it was also deliberately shaken and damaged by the force of Guan Luoyang's punches.
Guan Luoyang's fist broke the airflow, causing pain on his face, and hit Qin Deli's face. Amidst the sound of wind, it stopped at the tip of his nose.
"Who is your president?"
Qin Deli moved his left arm, and with a click, the elbow joint of his left arm was loosened: "He is not from Xinma Port."
"I guessed it, where's the name?"
"Yanda."
"It turned out to be him."
Guan Luoyang nodded, and just as he was about to spit out the last bit of strength in his hand, Qin Deli took a step ahead of him, leaned up and down, and hit his fist with his forehead.
The force of this collision took all his strength, and when he hit it, he even heard the sound of his own neck bones and forehead being damaged.
His head was not protected by mechanical modification at all, so hitting him like this would be like seeking death.
Upon impact, Qin Deli's body bounced back due to the reaction force and hit the ground.
But Guan Luoyang's entire body was knocked back half a step, and he raised his hand in surprise. The surface of his fist was covered with layers of frost, which was rapidly condensing into a thick ice shell.
It wasn't until the quenched ice was as big as a football that it stopped growing.
Guan Luoyang's five fingers slowly exerted force in it, cracking the ice piece by piece. Finally, the two halves of the ice shell slipped from his hand and hit the ground, as heavy as two pieces of alloy.
He stared at the ice cube and whispered: "Your threat level is completely different from the other gangs. I made you the last choice, and it was indeed right."
If Dugu Hao and the three men under him met these four brothers, the one who would survive in the end might not be Dugu Hao.
However, Dugu Hao's real power is far beyond the few people he brought with him that day.
Qin Deli heard such a voice when he was dying, and said intermittently: "You are so good... There is going to be chaos here in the southwest... If you can break through, you will meet our president, meet that, that..."
"Arrogant damn bastard!!!"
He straightened up suddenly and shouted these words with great ferocity, but failed to sit up and fell down again, laughing loudly.
"Sooner or later you will have to come down and accompany us."
The setting sun outside the window was still there, but Qin Deli's eyelids could no longer hold up anymore, and he thought it was already dark.
"One thousand three hundred and ninety-one..."
Qin Deli didn't know that when he said those last few words, Guan Luoyang was no longer in the living room.
Electromagnetic detonation machines are very expensive, and Guan Luoyang is busy trying to calm down the situation in this place within the time limit.
When the sunset of that day really set, the Shenzhou Jieyi Society finally truly shocked the already turbulent southwest pattern.
The Tao Zhu Group and the Social Council, overtly and covertly, hurriedly added new ones to the already existing information and passed it on to the desks of more important people.
