Infinite Brilliant Scroll

Chapter 19
Dimon Seymour landed in the air, grabbed the coach, and the coach swayed his knees outward, his feet were slippery, and his body shrank like a shrimp. He retreated fast enough, but the sleeve of his left hand was still caught by the opponent, and half of it was torn down.

Mai Boer even went straight to catch up, and this punch hit a weak spot on the coach's left forearm as he wished.

At the place where he was punched, the whole muscle was dented a little.

The coach flicked his right stick, Mai Boer subconsciously punched him again on the right wrist.

Unexpectedly, the instructor's flick was just a fake move, with five fingers clasped together, the body of the stick flashed a fan-shaped afterimage, and turned into the tail of the stick moving forward.

Mai Boer stepped sideways, dodged most of the flying needles, and swung away more than a dozen needles with his fist. The few remaining needles hit him, and when they touched the tense muscles, it was as if they had touched a stone in the ice and snow. , were all bounced off.

But his face froze.

A needle tail was stuck in the right abdomen, in the wound opened by the instructor just now.

When Mai Boer first played against the coach, he was caught off guard and was injured. He felt the blood from the wound, and knew that the three-inch sharp blade at the top was non-toxic, so he dared to use that kind of fighting style with confidence.

But these flying needles are poisonous, and they are extremely poisonous. As soon as they are inserted, that small area is already paralyzed.

He was also really a ruthless person, he grabbed down with his hand, directly grabbed a piece of meat from the side abdomen, howled in pain, and spurted out a handful of blood.

Dimon Seymour patted him where he was injured, and the blood stopped immediately.

Mai Boer tore off his clothes and bandaged his loin, and sat on the ground with a pale face, not daring to move any more.

"It's a treacherous Far Easterner to actually use this kind of thing!"

Dimon Seymour glanced over coldly.

The coach stood in front of Ma Zhixing without saying a word.

The poisonous needle hidden in the end of the stick was originally his last resort to save his life. When he was betrayed by traitors and surrounded by many people, he didn't use it. He didn't expect to use it early today.

But no, no, no, in the situation just now, if the coach is a little slower, it will be a two-sided kill.

The boxing technique of that strong foreigner is by no means inferior to that of the big boxer, and he is also the most ruthless kind of murderer.

As for this Seymour, it was even more strange.

His throwing and grabbing movements just now are certainly proficient, but in the eyes of the coach, there are still many places where the strength of his body is not in place, but he can be so fast and light.

His method of helping a strong foreigner to stop bleeding is even more unheard of.

No matter which country's medical skills, how can it stop the bleeding of such a big wound with a light pat?
I only heard that Dong Haichuan, the founder of Baguazhang, had a similar deed after practicing three times in his later years. With the strength of Baguazhang, he closed the muscles and sealed the skin to stop the bleeding of a person whose stomach was cut open, but it should never be like this An understatement.

That Dimon Seymour, there seemed to be a faint white smoke curling from the fingertips. He took a quick step forward, his five fingers were originally loose and hanging down, and when he lifted his arm, he suddenly changed into a fist and struck out .

This punch is like throwing an arrow, piercing straight to the throat. It is a deadly punch that is rarely seen in boxing matches after the nineteenth century.

The instructor moved his face back only two inches, and with a swishing sound, he swung his right hand and stabbed Dimon Seymour first.

The blade aimed at the gap in the ribs, and with the speed of the head breathing and the force of the wrist, it could pierce the internal organs before the pain passed through the skin.

Dimon Seymour didn't dodge at all, the blade was hit by the force of his body forward and broke directly, and the mahogany stick slammed against his body, bursting out many cracks.

The tiger's mouth on the coach's right hand was cracked, and Dimon Seymour had already hit his eyes, with the momentum of a giant sheep-eating crocodile, punching up and down with both fists, hitting the collarbone and hitting the lower abdomen.

call! ! !
The instructor's body bounced backwards, passed over Ma Zhixing and hit the wall.

Dimon Seymour's fist didn't feel real.

He was not beaten into the air, but knocked out by himself.

A long indistinguishable breathing sound came from the instructor's mouth. The center of gravity of the whole body swayed and changed, and the whole person was like a curved skin full of elasticity. Originally, the shoulder hit the wall first, and the entire wall As soon as you press up, start from the shoulders, go straight from the hips to the heels, and bounce back.

In an instant of change, the coach took advantage of the existence of this wall to increase the speed of the whole body's movement to the extreme. Pressing and pushing the palm with five fingers of his left hand, like a flower blooming, he collided with Dimon Seymour head-on and hit him in the chest.

Dimon Seymour's body fell, and there was a sound of bone cracking in the air, but it was not his ribs that were damaged.

The instructor was punched in his left arm just now, and his strength was insufficient. At this moment, his elbow was out of position, but between the stretching of his left hand, his right hand, which was more powerful, penetrated from below, and hit Seymour's upper end of the stomach at the cardia. .

At that time, many great boxers joined forces to perform martial arts, and the coach was one of the important roles. From the northern boxers, he learned Tai Chi's squeeze, the gossip's thief-sliding technique, and the trick of the leader of the seven provincial guards against horse bandits. hidden weapon.

But the kung fu foundation of the big boxers has already been fixed. There are some things they can't learn when they meet and perform martial arts, and some things they can't learn even if they die. The bad habits at home have become their biggest stumbling block.

When it comes time to really fight for your life, you still have to show your housekeeping skills that you have practiced the longest.

Hidden flower palm in the sleeve, one designated the Central Plains!

The gesture of the right hand is to hold the thumb, middle finger, ring finger, and little finger together, and hold the index finger upright.

The moment the instructor hit his right palm, he withdrew his left hand. The index finger of his right hand became thicker and red like blood. He poked it upwards, and his fingertips buckled inward, firmly pinning on the neckline where Seymour's chin connected to his neck.

Even if there is an iron plate in front of him at this moment, it will be pierced by the instructor's finger, and the trachea will be cut off.

Dimon Seymour looked like a cold-blooded animal startled by a raging fire. The pupils in his eyes elongated instantly. For a snap of his fingers, there were a pair of terrifying bloodthirsty vertical pupils in his eye sockets.

The faint light of the scale lines flashed across his entire head and face, and the hit point on the neck line was particularly clear and deep.

The instructor felt that every pore on the front of his body was instantly shuddered by a gust of cold air, and his right hand, which had been exerting its strength to the extreme, was stabbed in an instant, and he lost consciousness.

Frost visible to the naked eye covered his entire palm.

Seymour just had an extra layer of tattoo-like scales on his face, and the instructor suddenly gave birth to a deep and cold understanding.

——The person standing in front of him is completely different from any fighting genre in the world!

Bang! ! ! !

The instructor's body smashed through the courtyard wall, and fell to the street seven or eight steps outside the ancestral hall amidst the movement of broken bricks and sand flying together.

The figure who had just walked across the river on the other side of the ancestral hall saw this scene. In panic, he stepped across the water. The figure roared across nearly 30 meters, but his arms were as flexible as thick cotton cloth, and grabbed the instructor's body.

A horizontal wave was drawn on the river.

Guan Luoyang half-turned and bent his knees, put the instructor down, looked up through the smoke and dust, and saw the strange "person" in the yard.

(End of this chapter)