"Mary..."
Russell's face darkened as he listened.
The smile finally couldn't be maintained any longer.
"When it comes to fighting skills, you have to look at boxing. Chinese martial arts are soft. If you really fight against a boxing master, it's hard to have any chance of winning."
"I know Johnson, a boxing champion. His boxing strength can reach 1,500 pounds, his leg strength can reach 2,300 pounds, and he can lift a car..."
"Are you talking about the shirtless, bloody and sweaty Johnson?"
Marilyn looked disgusted.
Russell's head was filled with black lines.
Is this too ugly?
Isn't fighting about who can defeat the opponent faster and more powerfully?
It’s not a beauty pageant, why should we see who is pretty?
"I also know a master of fencing who can kill flying flies with one sword from ten feet away..."
"But that's not beautiful at all."
Marilyn still shook her head.
She has been practicing sword stabbing since she was a child. How could she not know how boring and ugly it is to move forward and backward with one sword after another?
Even if you can stab your opponent faster, it's just because you are stronger and faster than others, without any tricks at all.
The palace sword dance, on the other hand, is beautiful to look at, but has no practicality. It is more like dancing than swordsmanship.
Yang Lin felt comfortable listening.
I secretly admire that foreign girls are still very discerning.
Really, compared to the beautiful moves, the most primitive British fighting technique with fists and fists, how can it compare with the martial arts that exhausts the limits of the human body's joints.
It's better than good-looking, it's not on the same level at all.
For example, for many years, he never saw anyone who fought better than the Kung Fu Emperor.
That is simply an art of power and beauty!
It's a pity it's a little short...
In other words, before Kung Fu was introduced to the West, Western fighting techniques had always been very direct. They emphasized killing with one hit, and they wanted to use all their strength with every punch and kick.
It's not as delicate as Chinese martial arts at all.
What about yin deficiency and yang deficiency, changes in the five elements, moving and dodging, hiding swords and drawing swords...
If someone can really use this ingenious and useless move to perfectly integrate the instinct of killing, select the essence and discard the dross.
It is indeed possible to play a game that is both beautiful and practical.
Of course, this is not something that ordinary martial arts practitioners can do.
Ordinary warriors only practice one move until they are old enough. What they practice is their skill, the ability to defend themselves and defeat the enemy.
Unlike the master-level masters, who can pick up the most wonderful moves at random, giving people a unique sense of beauty.
Any seemingly clever trick turns out to be an unexpected trick.
It makes people hard to guard against.
Marilyn said a few words that made Russell speechless. He had no idea how to speak to this bewildered princess.
I was just so depressed that I secretly vomited blood.
A few people chatted and said something, and Yang Lin was about to turn around and leave.
Whether he teaches martial arts or not, whether he can save others or not, it is actually just a matter of chance. This princess is quite annoying, and the young officer next to him has deep hostility, which he can sense.
Logically speaking, it shouldn't be.
Because, no matter what, he saved them. Even if he didn't feel grateful and try to repay them, he wouldn't be hostile.
Could it be that this young white man who looked to be thirty years old at first glance was actually pursuing Princess Marilyn?
Is he jealous?
This is too beastly.
They are still young.
But then I thought about it, it was normal.
Some people will do anything for the benefit of their family.
Of course, it's not easy.
Why do you want to impress a little girl who doesn't need anything without resorting to any means?
If they are not of the same age, the generation gap will be serious, and there will not be many common topics. Normal communication is no problem on weekdays, but it will become uncomfortable after being together for a long time.
So, today’s scene of being chased by swordsmen, could it be that...
Yang Lin was thinking about some conspiracy theories in his mind. A strong wind blew behind him, and a chill filled his heart.
'No, there were only two people who spoke just now. There is another person who has not spoken and is very inconspicuous. But since he can escape the knifeman alive, it must not be easy. '
Some doubts flashed through my mind.
The body reacts countless times faster than the mind.
Yang Lin lowered his legs slightly, twisted his waist and hips to form a large semicircular arch, and saw a palm in the shape of a bite, passing by his waist and ribs.
The fist force broke through the wind and screamed.
"Hiss..."
The two layers of spring shirt around his waist were torn into pieces and flying around his flesh. A burning sensation entered his mind, and his energy and blood were stagnated.
This is…
The belt veins are damaged.
Good guy.
Yang Lin lowered his body and kicked Zi Jinkui upside down.
Just as the pain in his waist entered his mind, his toes had already touched a palm that was pressing down heavily from above.
Bang...
Under the huge impact, he took two steps forward and felt the strong wind above his head, and his left and right temples swelled like needles.
'The enemy is in mid-air. '
Yang Lin understood this immediately.
Although he didn't know why his opponent attacked him secretly and his attacks were so vicious and strange, he knew that he had to seize the opportunity at this time.
The man behind him punched with fierce force, with a fist force of about 1,500 kilograms, which was no worse than the bloody hand Bu Shen.
In terms of strength, I basically can't take much advantage.
If someone seizes the opportunity again and attacks with pressure, and reacts hastily without being able to turn around, it is very likely that he will miss and capsize in the gutter.
Since he learned martial arts, he had spent most of his time sneak-attacking others or defeating the enemy first, but now he was being viciously attacked from behind, which felt very strange for a moment.
His heart was beating loudly and his mind was running at a high speed, but without even thinking about it, the pores on his body exploded, he half-twirled his body, used his hand as a knife, and slashed out in an arc.
Wu Yun Mei blooms...
It was only then that an anxious cry came from the distance, "It is in the shape of a dragon, with the ability to rise and shrink. The flying dragon is in the sky, be careful..."
He shouted obviously too late.
Moreover, because of the angle, the opponent behind him hid in the blind spot of Wang Xiaoqiao's sight and launched a sneak attack, so that Wang Xiaoqiao could not use his gun to save him.
Unexpectedly, Yang Lin fell into a critical situation in an instant.
Uncle Da's voice still echoed in the air.
Yang Lin turned around and executed the Five-Yun Plum Blossom Slash, which was like lightning and flint.
The edge of the palm tore through the air, making an explosive buzzing sound, and there was a faint sound of thunder.
It was obviously a flesh palm, but it actually produced a real blade that cut through the air and screamed loudly.
The short-bodied middle-aged man in patrol uniform behind him had a dull and ordinary face, and only now did he look frightened.
He assumed the shape of a dragon, pulled out his back and stretched his muscles, and his body suddenly rose from Voldemort's state, transforming into the shape of a swimming dragon...
Taking advantage of the strong wind, he drew his fists inward, like chicken hearts, and attacked Yang Lin's temples on both sides, hoping to kill his opponent with one blow.
But he didn't expect that when he launched a sneak attack, he not only injured his opponent's flesh, but was also beaten back.
The opponent's kick was not only powerful and heavy, but also sharp and sharp, with a sense of cutting everything off.
The sound of thunder rang in his ears, and a sense of danger arose in his heart. He didn't care about attacking anymore, he raised his arms and twisted his waist, struck with both hands, and retreated with the help of the knife.
Advancing and retreating, rising and falling, the figure is winding and twisted, a perfect combination of flexibility and ferocity.
There is no doubt that this seemingly inconspicuous man is actually an extremely powerful boxer.
However, Yang Lin's method was something he had not expected in advance.
Just stepped back half a foot.
Abruptly, Yang Lin's swinging plum-blossom sword seemed to extend his arm, and his sharp edge flashed.
There was a sharp sound, and the dragon-shaped fist man's two superimposed palms made the sound of bones breaking.
The two arms were like noodles, being affected by the residual force and broken into countless pieces.
With a crash, it fell down.
A flash of pain flashed in the dull man's eyes, and he used his remaining strength to retreat. He rolled immediately when he landed, and several deep craters appeared at the same time.
At this time, it was Wang Xiaoqiao who finally found the opportunity to shoot, and the other nursing homes also followed suit.
However, Yang Lin, who chopped off both arms of the dull man, did not pursue him.
It's not that he doesn't want to, it's that he can't spare the time and energy.
Behind a large camphor tree about the size of an adult's arms, there was a figure with a strong smell of blood. His body was slightly lowered, and he pounced like a tiger. His palms were glowing with vermilion, and he quietly pressed towards Yang Lin's waist and kidneys one after another.
"I should have known it was you, Bu Chen. You've really thrown yourself into a trap."
Yang Lin squeezed out a few words from between his teeth.
While the power of the Plum Blossom Fist has not dissipated.
He took another step forward, punched as he pleased, and exploded.
The target is pointed, and the bloody hand is divination.
This guy actually directly contacted another powerful master and hid on one side looking for an opportunity to attack.
If Yang Lin hadn't reacted quickly before and directly eliminated one person first, he might have been trapped in a siege.
When the time comes, I am afraid that something unbearable will happen if I am surrounded by masters of the divine power realm such as Dragon-Shaped Fist and Cinnabar Palm...
