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Chapter 139 Chen Changqing vs Long Wenshu ([-])
Chapter 137 Chen Changqing vs. Long Wenshu ([-])
"Crack!"

With one foot on the ground, Chen Changqing, whose height soared from 1.7 meters 1.9 to [-] meters [-], also soared in weight.

It is no exaggeration to say that with his current body density, he weighs at least [-] kilograms, so with this step on the ground, the solid wood floor under his feet was directly distorted and deformed. No cuts.

Even faster and fiercer than before!
Long Wenshu's eyes were half open and half awake, and his anorexic face was still on his face, but if you look closely, you will find that his eyes are extremely bright.

Subtle airflow poured into the nostrils, and Long Wenshu leaned forward slightly.His posture is weird, with his hands in his pockets, which makes people feel inexplicably awkward, but he can't find the twist.

Until the next moment, Chen Changqing's fist appeared in front of Long Wenshu.

"Keng!"

"Jihe——Kanshou!"

Putting his hands into his pockets, this is Long Wenshu's signature action when he becomes serious, and it also means that he will use all his skills and finally bring them together - Juhe Guanshou!
The so-called juhe is a kind of sword drawing technique, Long Wenshu improved it and turned it into his own move.

Taking the body as the axis, his two palms are like two knives, hidden in his pockets, the moment he draws them out, it is equivalent to drawing out the knives!
And as Chen Changqing got closer.

In an instant, Long Wenshu made a move, as if there was a sound of drawing a sword, and a black shadow passed before Chen Changqing's eyes. Even though he had thought that the opponent's hand was fast, Chen Changqing still didn't have time to react at this moment.

The opponent's speed was too fast, so fast that he could cut the bullet, he felt a cold light pass by, and the knife fell on Chen Changqing's chest.

Just looking at the red mark on his swollen chest, Long Wenshu couldn't help but a flash of astonishment flashed in his eyes.

His Juhe Guanshou can cut through even steel, and now it fell on the muscular monster in front of him, leaving only a red mark!
Long Wenshu thought of the red marks left there when his fingertips brushed Chen Changqing's neck before, which made Long Wenshu's eyes tighten, and followed by the second strike, Ju Heguan, but Chen Changqing's reaction was not slow .

Before Long Wenshu's saber fell, his thick arm was lifted up, and it stood across his face like this.

And on Chen Changqing's back, under the pull of the muscles, the picture of the muscles that looked like a ghost's face gave people an inexplicable feeling of grinning at the moment.

The hard hand knife slashed on Chen Changqing's arm, and the tense muscles were like hard rubber. Long Wenshu, who tried his best, not only did not hurt Chen Changqing, but under this amazing shock force, his palm bounced numbly.

The corners of the mouth were slightly raised, revealing a mouthful of neat and white teeth.

The large airflow was sucked into Chen Changqing's abdomen, and the thick fingers of carrots were clenched into fists at the moment. The bulging and bulging muscles were like active volcanoes before eruption, and hot and violent power gathered in the entire arm.

Hong Fist—Dragon Head Form!

"drink!"

With a yell, hot breath spewed out, the roaring sound was like a volcanic eruption, as terrifying as a doomsday natural disaster!
Hot and violent, Long Wenshu's calm expression was a little more frightened.

Dragon Snake Tiger Leopard Crane, Dragon Fist is the most powerful move, and it is also Chen Changqing's favorite way of boxing.

Naturally, Long Wenshu was no stranger to this Dragon Fist - Dragon Head Form.

But different from the Dragon Fist before, Chen Changqing felt like an unstoppable flaming real dragon at this moment, as if nothing in this world could stop him, and anyone who dared to appear in front of him would be burned to death!
This punch was too fierce, as if it was not a human fist.

Long Wenshu didn't dare to use the cleverness before, because Chen Changqing's strength was no less than him at this moment. If he took advantage of Chen Changqing's punch at this time, he would probably plant a bigger hole for the next move. flaw.

A master fights, and a slight negligence can judge the outcome.

Long Wenshu has the arrogance of Long Wenshu, he may be slightly injured if he resists this punch, but if he dodges this punch?
The next time he needs to choose is not to be slightly injured or not injured, but to be seriously injured or admit defeat!
As a top-notch player, Long Wenshu wanted to win, not lose.

With one arm in front of his chest, a casserole-sized fist landed on Long Wenshu's arm.

The scorching air waves and terrifying power caused Long Wenshu's expression to change. Fortunately, he had already pulled out his left foot before, and his body was in a triangle shape. His toes were like tiger claws, and he firmly grasped the floor.

But even so, the moment Chen Changqing let go of his fist, two plow marks an inch and a half thick appeared on Long Wenshu's feet. If it weren't for the reinforced concrete base underneath, the plow marks would have been deeper.

powerful!Terribly strong! !

Long Wenshu had realized Chen Changqing's strength, but he was not afraid, instead his eyes became more and more hot.

Because of the fist wrestling just now, Chen Changqing had no time to withdraw his fist, but Long Wenshu on the other side had already put his other hand into his pocket.

Juhe - Kanshou!
It was that familiar move again, so fast that Chen Changqing couldn't even react, the sharp hand knife just swept across Chen Changqing's neck, still as tough as rubber.

But what made Long Wenshu's eyes brighten was that this time he noticed the drop of blood from his fingertip.

Sure enough, the weak spot like the neck is Chen Changqing's weakness!
But before the joy in Long Wenshu's eyes faded away, Chen Changqing flipped his palm, and his casserole-sized fist turned into a palm. Unlike the fierce Wushuang before, his arms, which were clearly piled with thick muscles, looked like spirit snakes at this moment.

No, considering that this arm is comparable to a woman's thigh, it is more appropriate to describe it as a python at this moment.

One of the moves in Snake Fist is called Snake Hand. The palm is flexible like a snake. It is famous for its weirdness and changeability.

Long Wenshu didn't notice for a while, and was directly slapped on the chest by Chen Changqing.

In fact, this is not normal, because at the moment Chen Changqing is 1.9 meters [-], and his body is full of muscles. His bulging muscles are even more exaggerated than that of a bodybuilder. It is not an exaggeration to call him a muscle monster!
We all know that the bigger the muscle, the stronger it is, but the slower the reaction.

Chen Changqing's powerful punch before also proved this point, but the horror is that Chen Changqing is a quadrilateral fighter.

His strength is strong and his defense is amazing, but this does not mean that his speed is weak.

Faced with such a feminine and agile snake-shaped fist, Long Wenshu couldn't help being stunned at the moment.

But it's not over yet, because as the snake fist fell, Chen Changqing twisted his palm, and just pressed against the opponent's chest, like a tiger's claw, and slapped him horizontally.

"what!"

Like a roar of a tiger, the sound of a thunderclap, Long Wenshu was shot out, but at the same time, his other blow, Ju He-Guan Shou, hit Chen Changqing's neck again.

The wound was torn open, and Chen Changqing could feel the burning sensation on his neck.

Not less than twenty, but not more than thirty times, Long Wenshu should be able to cut his own blood vessels.

This calculation made Chen Changqing frowned.

Long Wenshu, who was knocked to the ground, rolled over two or three times in a row. Although the solid wood floor was damaged to pieces, he managed to remove most of the power of Chen Changqing's Tiger Fist, but in the end it hurt his chest.

Accompanied by a cough, dark red blood was coughed out of his mouth, but it could be seen that Long Wenshu's eyes became more and more hot.

As for Luo Ji who was watching the battle next to him?
Now he is completely numb.

Ten meters away, as an elite undercover agent, it's fine if he can't aim at any part of the opponent's body.

He can also accept Chen Changqing's transformation from 1.7 meters eight to a 1.9 meters eight muscle monster, after all, he has the legendary bone shrinking skill.

But at the end, especially looking at the two plow marks that Long Wenshu had dug out with his toes, Luo Ji no longer knew what to say.

This is an inch and a half solid wood floor, and it is the best mahogany floor.

One inch is [-] centimeters, and there is a layer of reinforced concrete underneath, which may not be broken even with a hammer, but it is like a poor-quality floor to these two monsters.

To put it bluntly, the distance is a little farther, and the thickness is not even easy to penetrate with a pistol.

monster?non-human?Or aliens?
Luo Ji didn't know that his three views had collapsed and he was in self-doubt.

As the most exciting battle, Luo Ji didn't care much, or at the moment Chen Changqing transformed into a muscle monster, he completely lost the qualification to watch,

Although it was blurry before, at least you can still guess and take a look, for example, a black shadow flashes from left to right.

But now his dynamic vision can't observe anything, because the two people are fighting too fast.

From the perspective of Chen Changqing and Long Wenshu, this was a fierce and high-quality battle, but from Luo Ji's perspective, this battle was very abstract, even weird.

But the next moment, facing Long Wenshu's fiery eyes, Chen Changqing, who had frowned slightly before, took a step back.

Then a mouthful of scorching hot air flowed out of its mouth, accompanied by astonishing sweat, like a balloon that had been punctured. In just a few seconds, the muscular monster returned to its elegant appearance before.

Long Wenshu: "?"

The wound on the neck, eroded by the sweat and salt, made Chen Changqing feel sore, and looking at Long Wenshu's puzzled eyes, Chen Changqing shrugged:

"Forget it, let's do this for today."

Long Wenshu froze for a moment, he was silent for a moment, the muscles in his arms that were as tight as steel relaxed, and then nodded:
"it is good!"

(End of this chapter)