He Has a Dragon

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When one of Wang Le's long legs turned into a whip like an angry dragon, hitting the middle-aged man's waist, the middle-aged man still did not back down as before, and Shuanglong went out to sea and blasted towards Wang Le's chest as usual!

"Boom!" The collision between the fists and the chest muscles rumbled like a cannonball, "Bang! Crack!" The long-legged whip like an angry dragon lashed at the waist, like whipping on a diamond, and the resounding sound pierced The dark night curtain that has just been cast this evening!

"Push! Pedal! Pedal!"

The moment their bodies intersected, the two of them burst into various muscular collision sounds, and then they each backed away. Copy this address to browsewww.biqi.me

Wang Le's eyes burst into starlight, and he was shocked by the physical endurance of the middle-aged man. Could it be that this person has really become a gold bell cover iron cloth shirt?

The same is true for the middle-aged man, he couldn't hide the surprise on his face, he didn't expect Wang Le to be safe and sound under his full fists!

I can't believe that Wang Le's thin body is as hard as steel. The chest muscles hit by his fists made his hands extremely painful, and he couldn't help trembling.

However, the master fights, at this time, there is no room for distraction to shock and think about other things.

I saw the two people on the lawn, they were separated as soon as they got together, and their bodies stopped before retreating, and they rushed towards each other again. The mysterious power in Wang Le's body was completely boiling, permeating the muscles and bones of the whole body, and the palms were like knives. One hand slashed at the middle-aged man's right fist, and he wanted to slash Huashan!

While the middle-aged man was attacking Wang Le with his iron fist with his right hand, he kicked towards Wang Le's dantian acupoint on his belly with a flying kick.

At the moment when fists and feet were about to intersect, Wang Le's hands and feet changed direction at an incredible angle. , point to the most vulnerable place of the opponent's ankle.

The middle-aged man is about to change his tactics, but at this time Wang Le has completely entered the fighting state, coupled with the strange and mysterious power, the speed of his hands and feet can no longer be seen by the naked eye, and he kicked the opponent's wrist like light and electricity with the ankle.

Gathering mysterious power, the hand knife and the tip of the toe, which look like a treasured knife and the tip of a sharp spear, have become the sharpest attacking weapon in the world. Coupled with the speed invisible to the naked eye, the accumulated power can be said to be invincible, Wang Le If you don't believe it, you won't be able to break through the middle-aged man's vajra shield!

"click, click"

In the sound of two bone cracks, pain flashed in the eyes of the middle-aged man, and he was about to retreat again, but how could Wang Le let the other party do what he wanted?

Like hail, it kept hitting the opponent's body, and his feet also kept kicking various acupuncture points on the middle-aged man's legs, causing him to lose his balance.

"boom!"

Wang Le retracted his hands and feet and floated back. The middle-aged man couldn't hold on any longer. He spit out a mouthful of blood and sat down on the ground. His face was bloodless, and there were pearls of sweat hanging on his face. Panting like a cow.

After a while, the middle-aged man who was sitting on the ground raised his head to look at Wang Le and said: "I lost."

Wang Le kept silent, quietly looking at the man in the black tunic suit.

"Just now, you should have countless opportunities to kill me, right?!" The middle-aged man said with complicated eyes.

"I won't kill you. I have already said before that I will let you return to the capital intact. I believe that with your strength, it won't take long for this small injury to recover." Wang Le said lightly.

After finishing speaking, Wang Le was about to turn around and leave. At this time, the middle-aged man endured the severe pain in his body and shouted: "Wait a minute."

Wang Le looked back at the middle-aged man and said, "What's the matter?"

"Who is your master?" The middle-aged man stared at Wang Le and asked.

Wang Le said with a smile that was not a smile: "I pursue the way of killing, where do you think I learned it from?"

The middle-aged man couldn't help being stunned, and then he was a little stunned. He finally had an answer to the doubts about why Wang Le always confronted him head-on just now, and murmured: "No wonder when I was fighting with you, I always felt that you were useless. My best The moves you are good at, it turns out that you are in the way of killing, and the moves you are best at are used to kill people, and I am not the one you want to kill."

Immediately shuddered all over, and fear appeared in his eyes, because he heard from his master that since ancient times, people who follow the way of killing are born killing machines. The so-called kung fu masters are basically like Ordinary people are not much different.

Seeing the appearance of the middle-aged man, Wang Le knew that the other party would not dare to trouble him again, so he walked towards the path outside the lawn.

"Wait!"

When Wang Le was not two steps away, he was stopped by the middle-aged man again. Wang Le, who had his back to the middle-aged man, couldn't help but rolled his eyes, and muttered to himself: "Uncle, it's getting dark, don't be like Tang Seng anymore!" Yes, it's long-winded, it's endless, okay?!"

"What's the matter?" Wang Le turned around again helplessly, and asked angrily.

"You haven't said your master's name yet!" the middle-aged man asked a little nervously.

Wang Le was speechless, shook his head, and looked at the middle-aged man like an idiot: "Looking at your skills, you must have a lot of roots. I didn't expect to ask such a stupid question."

This sentence made the middle-aged man a little embarrassed, but Wang Le turned a blind eye and left the last sentence: "Uncle, go back and ask your master, do people who want to kill people still need a master? They only need to know how to kill, and if they can kill, they will be successful." .”

After finishing speaking, he lazily paid attention to the other party, and walked away quickly like a god of avoiding plague.

The middle-aged man stared blankly at the back of Wang Le leaving quickly,

"Killing Dao, I, Huang Yunpeng, actually went against the people who walk in the Killing Dao. If I didn't die, I wouldn't die. Zeng Qing, you little bastard, almost killed me!" the middle-aged man cursed with a depressed expression.

After a while, the middle-aged man waited for the pain to subside before he stood up slowly, and he still said to himself in disbelief: "The Dao of killing only exists in legends, even in those families of the ancient sect. No one dares to take the path of killing, this young man is either ignorant or insane, will anyone who doesn’t know the path of killing have a good end in the end?”

Suddenly, Huang Yunpeng felt that something was wrong, and thought to himself: "Take the way of killing, how can so many people be killed by him these days, and to prove the way by killing, you have to climb out of the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood."

"It seems that I can only go back and ask Master about his old man." Huang Yunpeng, who had been confused by Wang Le, could only think so.

"The mountains outside the mountains, the people outside the people." Huang Yunpeng was completely aware of it, Wang Le told him with his fist, this is not rampant, this is the truth, he Wang Le is the mountains outside the mountains, people outside the people.

It turned out that Gao Renda was hidden in the city, and an ordinary young man who looked harmless to humans and animals turned out to be a killing machine. Thinking about it makes people shudder, at least that's what Huang Yunpeng thinks now.

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