From Fist Wishing Blade to Muscle King Ming

Chapter 77 The Gap!

"This is the ultimate martial artist?"

"Ah ha ha"

"My blood is burning!"

It was the first time that the Man of Steel was pierced to the bone, and the qi and blood surging to the extreme in the cold air surged again, and the corners of his mouth were torn open, revealing his blood-stained white teeth.

Bang!
"Oh ah."

The ground exploded, and the huge figure rolled towards Heimu again. Before he got close, the extremely charged fist had already been thrown out.

"Magic gun!"

Heimu's imposing manner was like a mountain, his body was slightly on one side, while dodging Leng Kong's attack, his right hand became a knife, and the magic gun was inserted into his right shoulder joint at the moment Leng Kong exhausted his strength.

"Not enough. This is not enough to defeat me!"

"Oh haha"

The severe pain of bones bursting, ligaments tearing, and muscles breaking, the stimulating cold air combat intent became more frenzied, and the intact left hand swept violently.

"It's completely out of order!"

"You brat, your style of play is too wild!"

Kuroki's left shoulder tensed rapidly, and the arm bone that had just been cracked by the cold air was instantly wrapped in solid muscles and struck out with lightning.

Two Tigers: King Kong Type: Bone-holding!

Swish!
The magic gun came out again, and penetrated deeply into Leng Kong's left forearm.

"I'm not an ordinary warrior who can be knocked down by young people with physical strength!"

"Uncle, don't get complacent!"

His right shoulder was stabbed, but Leng Kong's arm also landed on Heimu's shoulder, and his iron-like fingertips instantly plunged into Heimu's flesh and blood.

"not good!"

Thinking of Leng Kong's terrifying and strange power, Hei Mu's hairs stood on his head, the magic gun retrieved a large splash of blood, his feet slipped back, and at the same time, his shoulders and arms shook violently to release the force.

Shalala.
In the process of trying to break free, the sleeves of Heimu's sleeves split instantly, and five deep grooves of blood were scraped out from the shoulder to the wrist of his right hand by cold iron fingers.

"Such a good opportunity has never been seized!"

Seeing Hei Mu break free from his claws decisively, Leng Kong showed a trace of unwillingness on his face.

If he was able to grasp it just now, no matter what martial artist he is, he can just brute force it and smash it!
The battle is over, and the experience body is in hand!

But it's a pity, the opportunity came, and I didn't grasp it!

Heimu's magic gun seems to have torn the ligament in his shoulder blade, and now he can't use his left hand very much.

Otherwise, how could Leng Kong let Heimu break free easily?
Forcibly resisting the magic gun also locked the two of them together, just like beating Agugu.

"Little ghost, you once again exceeded my expectations!"

After Kuroki tensed his muscles to stop the bleeding, he no longer cared about the blood groove in his right hand, stood up again, and looked at Leng Kong with extreme admiration.

He originally thought that a single blow from the magic spear could destroy Leng Kong's right hand, but he never thought that the opponent could endure the pain of torn ligaments and broken muscles and forcefully exerted force.

Looking at the fighting style of this brat, it was obvious that he was from Ye Luzi, he had not been taught systematically, and his attacks had no rules.

But talent and will are really against the sky!
"Hehe, where is this?"

"Uncle, I can't be knocked down so easily!"

His lips were split into four, his face was extremely bruised, his right hand was half useless, and there were three "magic guns" on his body that were oozing blood crazily, but Leng Kong didn't seem to be the one who was injured, his eyes were frighteningly bright!

The gap in skills!
The gap in realm!

Even if he could crush the opponent physically, he still couldn't overcome this gap!
pressure!

The terrifying pressure that Hei Mu's body can only be exuded by a martial artist!
All of this made the cold air fighting spirit soar infinitely, and the blood boiled endlessly.

The grimace was distorted and deformed in the extreme excitement, and a pair of red eyes that were about to bleed were fixed on Hei Mu's body.

This!
This is the battle he pursues!
What does abuse mean?
Only fight against the real strong, and experience this suffocating and terrifying pressure for yourself!
Only then can you experience the heat of the blood and truly "live"!
Haha
"Come again!"

The left hand with the bloody mouth of the magic gun suddenly charged.

laugh!
The wound burst open, blood beads exploded in the strong wind, and the palm of the hand was stretched to the limit to grab Hei Mu.

Kuroki is a master of martial arts with extremely rich combat experience. He can not only see through his own moves, but also predict his opponent's next move.

The tactics that Leng Kong could think of pulled the opponent over.

As long as you lock the opponent's figure, then it's time to see who has a stronger physique, bigger muscles, and harder bones!

If you can't beat the skills, just get fit, and then slowly attract the opponent's martial arts experience in the pure white world.

This is Leng Kong's usual style of play!
Because he has always had an advantage in terms of physique.

"Little devil, you are too brave!"

Heimu raised his eyebrows slightly, his center of gravity moved forward instantly, and the magic spear struck out.

Swish!
The whistling palm was penetrated, and half of Kuroki's palm penetrated through the back of Leng Kong's hand.

"Ahaha catch you!"

The palm was pierced, Leng Kong smiled instead of anger, and tightened his fingers inwardly with force.

Click
Kuroki's four fingers that passed through the back of Leng Kong's hand were snapped off!

"This time, I won't let go even if I die, haha."

The moment his hands were joined together, Leng Kong bullied himself up, and his legs hit his knees continuously, forcing Hei Mu to move back continuously.

"Haha. Uncle, are you dying?"

"That's right, I punched you in front of your left shoulder, and your bones are cracked, how much more force can you punch?"

"Now the other hand is also locked by me!"

"Your magic gun is gone! Haha"

"Victory is mine!"

All the wounds were bleeding wildly, Leng Kong's face became paler, and the excessive blood loss made his body collapse like never before.

But Leng Kong seemed to have entered a state of flashback, and his expression became more and more excited, and the phalanx clasped on the back of Heimu's hand had penetrated into the flesh and stuck to the bone.

The man locked the man, the two locked their hands even tighter!

"Aren't your hands also disabled?"

Kuroki's face remained as calm as before.

His hands were connected, and his left arm was broken. He was a half-used magic spear, but Leng Kong was the same, his movable right hand was also half-used, and there were still a few bloody mouths on his body that were still oozing blood from the magic spear.

No matter how you look at it, he has the upper hand, and Kuroki is not in a hurry.

"Then let's see who falls first, ahaha"

With his blood-stained body upright and his right arm swinging with little strength, Leng Kong once again launched a frenzied attack on Heimu.

But Heimu is worthy of being Heimu, his right palm was locked, and he did not forget to shake his arm extremely to divert the force of cold air, which affected his figure.
Moreover, in an extremely short-distance space, he can still use his left hand with cracked arm bones to receive cold air attacks in an orderly manner.

But the zero-distance bloody battle has just begun!
The cold sky in the state of returning light is like a wild and ferocious beast that is tireless.

"Ah ha ha
"I hit, I kicked, I whipped!"

Elbow!

In the gap between Leng Kong's attack, Hei Mu seized the fighter, shifted his body's center of gravity forward in an instant, and stabbed Leng Kong's chest hard with his elbow.

laugh!
The chest was hit hard, and a large amount of blood was instantly squeezed out of the magic gun wound on the edge of the heart.

"puff!"

At the same time, Leng Kong also opened his mouth and sprayed a large amount of blood on Hei Mu's face.

Fighting skills: Cover eyes with blood!

Although Hei Mu didn't even blink his eyes, the blood made his eyes scarlet and his vision blurred for a moment.

Bang!
At this moment, Leng Kong threw his fist on his old face, causing his head to fall back.

This wave, swap, draw!

"Haha. Work harder, uncle! This kind of attack can't hit me!"

Leng Kong, who was in ghost form, laughed, his face was extraordinarily ferocious.

(End of this chapter)