Infinite Brilliant Scroll

Chapter 87 Where is the sky, the long whale fell

With a kill word exit, all the people guarding the Fan family father and son rushed over.

However, Fan Buchou had already pulled Fan Minzhi over the head of the bodyguards at the back, stomped on the wall to use his strength, and went upstairs.

His skill was fully revealed in this movement, and he carried a person in his hand, and he was still unbelievably sensitive when flying through the air.

However, Fan Buchou had no intention of putting himself in danger and taking the initiative to fight Guan Luoyang.

The corridors are narrow, so the so-called siege is almost impossible to establish. Even if Fan Buchou goes up with his bodyguards, it will almost certainly turn into a one-on-one situation in the end. It is better to take advantage of them to buy time and put more distance between them.

While rushing with his son, Fan Buchou called Liu Jingtang and shouted into the pager: "Where are you now?"

"Twenty floors, I'm rushing up."

Liu Jingtang was the first person to greet the distinguished guests today, and greeted them directly downstairs, expressing his importance to those guests, and also coordinating with the security work.

He himself didn't intend to have long talks with too many people, so Fan Buchou pushed the boat along the way and arranged these tasks for him so that he would not be too involved in the official secret talks at the high-level banquet.

Looking at this step now, it is definitely a bad move.

"Come up as soon as possible and go straight to the roof."

Fan Buchou directly carried Fan Minzhi up, with each step he directly crossed over a dozen steps, rushed upwards, and broke into the rooftop.

The roof of Tao Zhu Building is vast, with an area almost no smaller than a square. The alloy bracket is located in the central area of ​​the roof, supporting the four red lacquered characters of "Tao", "Zhu", "Da" and "Xia".

There is a 5.5-meter-high group logo, which looks like a copper coin with a large hole in a Song Dynasty official hat, and is located at the end of these four characters.

And on the back of this big signboard, there are huge water tanks and iron ladders.

On the four sides of the roof, there are sixteen searchlights and multiple missile scattering devices, all of which are about half the height of a person.

Fan Buchou pulled out a large waterproof backpack from under the iron ladder of the water tank.

Inside are several sets of inflatable high-altitude fall protection suits. After wearing them, it looks like they are only wearing a few thick cotton jackets, but they can jump directly from the edge of the roof.

When the switch is pressed when it is about to fall to the ground, the multiple airbags on the clothes will rapidly inflate and form a shape similar to a cuboid, protecting the whole person inside.

This kind of airbag can even be bulletproof. If it is operated properly, it doesn't matter if it falls from a height of 300 meters, even if the bottom is full of nail plates.

But the flying device that attacked the banquet hall before seemed to be invisible, and I don't know if it is still circling around now. This retreat has become very risky.

If it really comes to the last moment, this can only be regarded as a dangerous way to survive.

Fan Buchou put the protective clothing on Fan Minzhi first, then turned around and slashed with one hand.

From the portal leading to the rooftop, a shoulder-length mechanical arm was thrown flying towards it, just in time for it to be chopped down by Fan Buchou.

Guan Luoyang stepped onto the rooftop.

"Do you know what you're doing!?"

Fan Minzhi said in a stern voice, "Those people you killed each have a complicated network of relationships behind them. When what happened tonight gets out, the remaining power behind them will set off revenge. It will be uprooted overnight."

"None of the people around you can escape, they will all be implicated by you, and they will curse you when they die!"

Guan Luoyang's face was calm, he didn't even look at Fan Minzhi, who was shouting angrily, and only stared at Fan Buchou.

Of course he knew that it would not be an easy matter to deal with such a behemoth as the Tao Zhu Group. If you beat a snake, you won't die, but you will suffer from it. That's why he waited until today.

After all, the power of the Tao-Zhu Group is not a single creature, but a collective, made up of many people, and people's hearts are always the most changeable.

As long as the many leaders here can be successfully eradicated in one fell swoop, there will naturally be enough deterrent power to deter the remaining people.

In the final analysis, the southwestern gang forces headed by the Tao Zhu Group, after stripping off the layers of clothing they put on themselves, rely on violence to maintain their status.

They have no righteousness, no common ideals, let alone a sufficient sense of public identity.

A group with only one pillar has huge natural flaws. When they are hit hard by more straightforward violence, the situation will change naturally.

In contrast, Fan Buchou was much more sober than his son, and he knew these truths clearly, so he didn't say a word of nonsense, and quietly concentrated his attention.

Hulong! ! ! !
Fan Minzhi's noisy lingering voice was interrupted by the sweeping air current.

When Guan Luoyang's palm came over, bronze patterns shone between the five fingers of the palm, and the heat of the blue bird's vitality aggravated the restlessness of the airflow.

It didn't feel like a gust of wind at all, but like a scorching hot current with steam, the waves piled up, and the person in front of his palm was directly thrown off the ground.

In fact, Fan Minzhi's feet were slightly off the ground, and his back hit the iron ladder.

The immature villain retreated, but the old hero twisted his arms and swayed to meet him.

When Fan Buchou punched out, the back of the fist was down, and the center of the fist was up. It felt as if the back of the fist was used as the smooth bottom of the boat, and the violent air current was regarded as the waves of the sea.

Between ups and downs, a fist hit Guan Luoyang's palm.

The real and unreal sound of the siren resounded on the rooftop.

hold head high! ! ! !

All things take advantage of the situation to grow whales across the sea.

The man who failed to go bankrupt back then, sat on the Long Whale, endured the crowded, noisy and contemptuous eyes mixed with second-hand smoke on the deck of the ship, and came to the land of Xinma Port.

Ten years later, he bought that boat.

From then on, the whistle on the ship was only allowed to sound for him alone.

In Fan Buchou's mind, that ship is a microcosm of himself, he must do whatever he can to get ahead and occupy everything he wants.

Ships floating on the waves seem to have the negligence of drifting with the tide, but since the age of great voyages in pursuit of the New World, the big steel ship also represents the barbarism of smashing the protection of others and plundering things that do not belong to oneself.

This kind of will is accommodated in the boxing technique, so that when the punch that floated through the air current hits Guan Luoyang's palm, it bursts out with a force as brutal as a ship hitting a corner.

With one blow, Guan Luoyang's body suddenly collapsed backwards, and he retreated three meters away like an arrow.

Fan Buchou's body bent the iron ladder backwards, and the huge water tank made a muffled sound.

He gritted his teeth and snorted angrily, and sat down. The whole curved iron ladder made another violent deformation sound when he sat on it, and the upper section connected to the water tank was already twisted and warped.

The reaction force of the iron ladder and the water tank fed back to Fan Buchou. With the upward movement of his arms, he helped to form a majestic punch frame, which forcibly blocked Guan Luoyang's comeback punch.

This boxing frame was originally a form of Zhanggong in Taizu's Changquan. It was taken from the meaning of Song Taizu sitting high in the Golden Palace, awe-inspiring, and suppressing civil and martial arts.

It is mentioned in the ancient books of the Ming Dynasty in China that the ancient and modern boxing methods, Song Taizu had 32 stances and long boxing.

In the hands of the ancients, this ancient artistic conception of boxing can only be a mystical flattery, but in this era of true spirit machines, the mind can indeed be displayed in reality.

Fan Buchou took the foundation of the emperor's golden throne and fused it with the strength of his long whale across the sea, making it as stable as a real deep-sea whale, dominating here.

"Guan Luoyang, you can't turn the sky!"

Before the fight, Fan Buchou would never take the risk himself, but after the real fight, he insisted on showing the strongest posture, and refused to show any weakness in himself.

His fists made a sound like a siren, and they became more and more powerful. Every punch was stretched and floated in the air current. When he was in contact with Guan Luoyang's body, the violent punching force rushed out.

This old guy didn't take drugs, but his face gradually turned red and purple, and his face was radiant. Just relying on his own emotional stimulation, he tapped out his potential and punched more and more bravely.

But his terrible emotion, the boiling emotion, did not come from anger, but from—fear.

In the past few years, Fan Buchou seemed to be self-cultivating, playing with root carvings, and his emotions were deep and introverted. In fact, it was because he felt more and more aging.

When his son was growing up and his once trusted man was in his prime, his own skin seemed to be getting looser every year, and his voice was not as clear and bright as before, and he even felt a little bit of appetite from time to time. bad.

Sometimes, looking at the uneaten soup left at the bottom of his bowl, he would fall into panic that he couldn't speak out.

Therefore, Fan Buchou became more and more jealous of his generals, and even envied them. He hoped to use medicines for maintenance, and asked them to do human experiments, but the medicines were still in vain, so he had to study the true spirit technology, hoping to find a way to live longer. .

Knowing that Liu Jingtang is a great expert in martial arts, and that he can control the power of the true spirit, Fan Buchou dare not ask him for advice. method.

But tonight, he was forced to fight by himself by a young, healthy and powerful person who should be more jealous.

Every time he punched, he felt that the vitality he had worked so hard to maintain in the past was burned and consumed, and the jealousy and hatred in his heart increased by one point, and the fear in his heart increased by ten points.

"You can't turn the sky!!"

Fan Buchou shouted out this sentence emphatically again, his body shook and he stepped forward.

The depression of the water tank and the deformed iron ladder were already slightly reddened by heat.

The culprit in the Southwest, the old villain with a purple face, almost looked like a burning ship.

The siren was so loud that it passed down the 300-meter-high skyscraper and even spread to the surrounding neighborhoods.

The shirt on Guan Luoyang's body flapped in the wind. Under the shirt, there were bronze light patterns all over his neck, which were symmetrical to his forehead and cheeks.

"Turning the sky?!"

He faced the burning ship directly, pressed his left palm on his right forearm, and pushed it wildly with his right palm.

"Do you know what the sky is?"

The moment the fists and palms met, there seemed to be a green image of a divine horse, flapping its wings behind Guan Luoyang.

Fan Buchou felt that his spiritual vision was suddenly forcibly pulled up rapidly.

When he regained consciousness in a trance, he realized that it was not just a mental error, but that he was really turned over by the opponent's palm and thrown into the air at the moment when the fist and palm touched each other just now.

The unstoppable imbalance caused Fan Buchou's body to spin high in the air, with his feet up and his head down.

The dark night turned into the earth, and this rooftop, the lights of thousands of households far away around the rooftop, turned into the sky!
Guan Luoyang's figure flew into the air.

Fan Buchou felt his body suddenly heavy and accelerated, and he fell down.

All things take advantage of the situation, and the poor and the blue fall.

Go to hell!
boom -

Fan Buchou's body smashed into the roof, his upper body smashed through the concrete, his waist was stuck in the steel cave, his legs stiffened for a moment, and then fell down.

The loud noise that overlapped with his collision just now was the explosion sound from below the Tao Zhu Building, which came up.

Thick smoke billowed upwards and could be seen from the rooftop.

Those who have fled to the lower levels have met new killers.

On the rooftop, Guan Luoyang's hand grabbed Fan Minzhi's neck.

"No! No, I can help..."

"You're an adult."

Guan Luoyang folded his hands, "Go to hell and atone for your sins."

(End of this chapter)