Under the pale light of the street lamp.
You can clearly see that this is a middle-aged man with a sinister face and narrow eyes.
The shoulders are very broad and the arms are slightly long, level with the knees.
Standing there light and airy, there is no implementation, only the toes are on the ground, and the body is swaying gently in the wind.
At a glance, it's like seeing a white crane hiding in the shadows, ready to flap its wings and soar into the sky at any time.
Such a unique shape.
There is no doubt that this person is the master of Anhe Fist, Yan Zhengkuan.
"As expected of Yang Wudi, his boxing skills are invincible, and his methods are so cruel and ruthless that even I have to say that I am inferior to him. However, this style of conduct cannot be called aboveboard."
This was a mockery of Yang Lin's previous attempts to force him to come out, regardless of his reputation, and arbitrarily attacked ordinary members of the gang.
And setting fire to the house and taking away the money are not the actions of a hero.
"Whatever you say, no matter how unscrupulous I am, how can I compare to your ability to not let go of young, old, women and children?"
Thinking of Yang Ying and Xiao Hui's injuries, if Chen Zhen hadn't returned to Jingwu Sect at that time by mistake, what would have happened...
Yang Lin felt murderous intent in his heart.
Without saying any more words, he stretched out his hand to stop the Yang family nursing home and others who were following behind him, and moved forward step by step, as if they were completely defenseless.
As Yang Lin moved forward step by step, the distance got closer and closer.
Yan Zhengkuan stepped back step by step, his whole body tensing up.
His eyes were fixed on Yang Lin's figure, guarding him from attacking at any time, but his mouth kept talking.
"Haven't you ever thought about why I still dare to appear in front of you even though I know that your boxing skills are perfect and you have entered the realm of a master?"
"Oh, that's what you mean."
boom……
Yang Lin stood on one side and stepped five meters to the right like lightning.
The punch was blasted out with a thunderous and crackling sound, and it immediately punched a hole in a camphor tree as thick as an arm's length beside the road.
He reached out and grabbed it, and from the hollow of the tree, he pulled out a middle-aged dwarf who was about a meter tall and holding a short gun in his hand...
With a little force of his fingers, he broke the dwarf's throat bone, raised his head and sneered: "I think you may have some misunderstanding about the master's ability."
When Yan Zhengkuan saw this scene, his face beat wildly, his heart was filled with fear, and he jumped backwards without even thinking about it.
His figure was like a soaring cloud and a flying crane. He stretched out his arms, put his toes on the street lamp, and then quickly jumped into the shadow.
"late."
Yang Lin sneered, took a long breath, and pounced forward.
A series of shadows were dragged out from the same place.
After reaching the master level, not only the boxing skills are perfect and superb, this is the basic ability.
Other innate skills, such as combining strength and softness, taking advantage of enemy opportunities, and unparalleled attack speed, have also made great progress.
Just like the Mizong Fist that swallows the weather in one breath and uses it with unparalleled attack speed, he can now use it not only on his fists and feet, but also on his body skills.
Once activated, the body surges forward like a sharp arrow, tearing through the strong wind and making a loud rumbling sound.
Just in the blink of an eye, An He Yan Zhengkuan's body, which was still in the air, had just landed on the ground and before he could stand firm, a fist roared like a wind and hit the opponent's back with a bang. .
Click...
There was a loud bang.
What followed was a series of explosions.
Yan Zheng's tall and slender body was punched in half from behind. He flew straight forward, hit the opposite cliff, and slowly slid down.
It fell to the ground and turned into a ball of soft mud.
This punch not only broke his spine, but also shook his limbs and bones. The punch was fierce and murderous.
There was no room left at all.
"How... do you know? Will the second child hide in the tree and attack me secretly?"
Yan Zhengkuan's mouth was vomiting blood like a fountain. His eyes were gradually turning white, but he was still struggling to speak.
It has to be said that great boxers who have truly mastered dark strength are generally very tenacious.
An ordinary person would probably die long ago after receiving such an impact. He could survive for a few seconds.
The last thought in my life was not about reluctance, but about wanting to know which step I had made wrong in this ambush?
He is truly a professional.
Everyone knows that the Shadow Shuanghe are two brothers, but few people know.
The Qing Gang Shadow Killer Group is actually three brothers.
One person lurks around the target to collect information and wait for an opportunity to take action.
One person comes forward to lure the enemy and engage in a head-on confrontation, making people lose their guard.
There is another person who, of course, is hiding in ambush, attacking and plotting.
The cooperation between the three brothers has always been wonderful.
Unexpectedly, he fell into the hands of the same person.
Yan Zhengkuan has the best boxing skills and the highest level. The third brother Yan Zhengrong is a little behind, and his cultivation is actually very good.
Only the second child, who was malnourished in his mother's womb when he was young, developed into a deformity and has always been as tall as a six- or seven-year-old child.
Even if you finally master the true skills of the White Crane Sect, you won't be able to pull out the bones, stretch the tendons, and grow again.
However, being short also has its advantages.
In some cases, sneak attacks and assassinations are carried out without any second thought.
Just like this time, Yan Zhengkuan used words to provoke Yang Lin's carelessness, and then pretended to retreat, luring Yang Lin to get closer.
Once Yang Lin passed by the big tree, the extremely accurate bullet shot from it would kill him.
Even if he is a master, if he is not prepared, he will most likely fall for it.
Such a plan cannot be said to be unscrupulous, nor can it be said to be unscrupulous.
However, Yan Zhengkuan could not figure out why, as if the other party was witnessing his own ambush, the second person was killed first.
He actually let his ambush have no effect at all.
"hehe."
Yang Lin chuckled and said, "I won't tell you."
Seeing the unwilling look in An He's Yan Zhengkuan eyes, he added: "However, I can make you feel less lonely when you leave. I will send Zhang Yulin down to accompany you soon."
He didn't know whether the other party resented Zhang Yulin.
Yang Lin guessed that it would probably happen.
No matter how much friendship and entanglement there is between them.
No matter what, now that his hands were wet, Yang Lin was not ready to stop.
Looking back at the stunned Yang family guardians and Jingwu sect guardians, he finally nodded.
"Stop it. That's it for tonight. I guess Chen Zimei has gone crazy with anxiety. I wonder if Uncle Nong can withstand it?"
"yes."
Seven or eight men raised their chests and raised their heads and responded loudly.
His expression was very respectful.
Especially those disciples of the Jingwu Sect, the excitement and fanaticism in their eyes could make people burn.
Yang Lin suspected that even if he ordered these people to rush into battle and die, the other party would not hesitate for a moment.
This is actually normal.
Everything that happened tonight simply challenged their cognition.
It’s just that Yang Lin is very skilled.
Huo Yuanjia was also very skilled back then.
However, working with Huo Yuanjia never felt so refreshing.
You see, there are a lot of police officers in the patrol room in the distance, but they just hide far away and don't dare to get close. They don't even dare to let their own team discover them.
And those foreigners.
On weekdays, when encountering something like this that involves their interests, they would have come forward to scold and protest.
Now, he is just like a quail, huddled aside and trembling.
There is absolutely no condescension.
What does it mean to be strong?
This is called strength.
These disciples even suspected that even if the British and French forces appeared at this time, their own master would come forward and kill them all.
It's an illusion, it's impossible for a few people to think about it. After all, no matter how strong the leader is, he is still made of flesh and blood, and it is still inappropriate to carry the army forcefully.
