The return of a thousand years of monasticism

Chapter 43 Poker Broken Hand (Second Update)

Han Bing looked at the bald young man lying on the ground who had passed out, his expression was extremely gloomy. Some did not expect that Lin Yang's fighting power was so strong that he could kick the bald man who had grown up in social fighting like this.

But soon he regained his composure, and after glancing at Lin Yang coldly, he waved to the dozen or so young people behind him and said, "You all go to me and destroy this kid."

Immediately, more than a dozen young people stared at Lin Yang like hungry wolves, stretched out their hands to his waist, and each of them held a stick or a steel knife in their hands, and they became fierce.

Without any hesitation, they split into two torrents and rushed out from both sides of Han Bing, swinging their sticks and whistling, and their steel knives flashed coldly.

Lin Yang looked at this scene, his face remained unchanged, as immovable as a mountain, which made Han Bing a little surprised at his skill in nourishing Qi. It is rare for a small high school student to face a dozen fierce thugs without fear.

"go to hell!"

With grim smiles on their faces, more than a dozen young people shouted in unison, and shot together with a mighty momentum. If ordinary high school students saw such a situation, they would have been frightened to death. They have never seen such a battle.

Even those tyrants among the students who have established some kind of gang or faction in the school, I am afraid that their faces will change when they face the attack of more than a dozen capable young people.

But Lin Yang just snorted coldly, swayed his body, and rushed directly into the crowd.Seeing this, the dozen or so young people greeted Lin Yang with sticks and steel knives, but for some reason they always failed.

On the other hand, Lin Yang's every punch and every kick must be carried out, the smashed bones are broken, and the smashed people are turned on their backs. In just a moment, they lie on the ground, or hugging their arms and howling in pain, or hugging their knees and moaning in pain.

"Good, very good, very good."

Seeing that the dozens of elite thugs on the ground were all broken, while Lin Yang was standing in the middle of the wailing everywhere in a gray sportswear that was spotless, with his hands in his trouser pockets, and his expression was indifferent, Han Bing couldn't help but gritted his teeth with a gloomy expression. Applause.

He never imagined that the so-called high school boy who was able to fight in Yang Zhen's mouth could put down all the strong and strong players under him in an instant, and even broke two bones in each of them. This strength, even he can't do it.

What's more, this young man's body was spotless, as if he was strolling around in a courtyard, obviously he didn't try his best.

"You shouldn't provoke me." Blinking his eyelids lightly, Lin Yang looked at the angry Han Bing with a dark face, and said indifferently.

Such expressions and words fell into the ears of Han Bing, who had always been proud and would rather not bend, like lighting the fuse of a firecracker, which directly made Han Bing explode in anger.

"I really didn't expect you to be so good at fighting. Even a dozen fierce horse boys who are beyond the strength of ordinary people can't defeat you. But no matter how good you are at fighting, can you still block bullets?" He clenched his hands tightly. He clenched his fist and let it go slowly, a cold sarcasm appeared on the corner of his mouth.

With a gun in his hand, no matter how amazing Lin Yang's single-handed strength is, even if one person fights a hundred, so what, in the era of hot weapons, personal bravery is not worth mentioning at all, even a world champion can't stand a single shot The baptism of bullets still took away life and became a cold corpse.

"Are you threatening me?" Lin Yang frowned, looking at this stubborn Han soldier who never backed down.

"Threats? If you think so, then you think so."

Han Bing smiled coldly, and waved to the only young man with a thick scab on his right hand standing behind him: "Destroy him."

"En!" The young man with a thick scab on his tiger's mouth nodded, his clear and bright eyes seemed to have penetrating power, and his eyes fell on Lin Yang's chest.

Then a pistol with a cold and dark luster appeared in his right hand, and he was about to pull the trigger without hesitation.

"I don't know how to live or die." Seeing this scene, Lin Yang's face turned cold, and finally he became angry, his eyes sharpened sharply, he raised his palm in his trouser pocket, and a red light flashed away.

"what!"

Immediately after the light and shadow disappeared, a shrill scream sounded suddenly behind Han Bing, making Han Bing's body tremble, his heart was terrified, and he looked back quickly.

Immediately, I saw the young man holding a black and cold pistol. At this moment, his left hand was holding his right wrist, his face was bulging, and he was moaning in pain. The right hand holding the gun and the pistol were no longer there.

Only on the hard floor of the billiard hall, a thin and soft red playing card was sunk by more than a third, and bright red blood dripped gently on the playing card, it was so dazzling.

When Han Bing saw this, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his heart was overwhelmed with shock.

The killing technique in the movie can be achieved with only one poker card, and the last move comes first, so that there is no time for the finger to pull the trigger. What a terrifying power control, how precise the shooting position, how fast shot speed.

Suddenly, he felt a chill in his heart, feeling that he was careless this time, and picked a terrifying iron plate.

Lin Yang's eyes were cold, and he walked slowly towards Han Bing: "In my previous life, anyone who defies me has already gone to hell. But in my life, the time to kill the world has not yet come. You picked a good time today. But death is inevitable, but punishment is inevitable."

"What are you going to do?" Hearing this cold voice, Han Bing was shocked, and he turned his head to look at Lin Yang, exclaiming in surprise.

"Killers, people will always kill them. Since you want to crush my bones, I will let you taste the taste of broken bones."

Lin Yang sneered, neither fast nor slow, every step made Han Bing's heart feel cold, as if the lightly stepped footsteps were a reminder to step on his heart, making his eyes appear like never before. Had a panic.

The veins on Han Bing's forehead were throbbing, and his eyes gradually became bloodshot. Lin Yang's unhurried footsteps were like the drums of death, which brought him great mental pressure. As the footsteps got closer, his psychological pressure became stronger Heavy, on the verge of collapse.

"Go to hell!"

Finally, he couldn't stand it anymore, roared loudly, like a mad lion, clenched his fists and rushed towards Lin Yang.

call!With one punch, no matter whether he can hit Lin Yang or not, he must break the suffocating and terrifying mental pressure produced by Lin Yang's step by step step by step.

"Humph!"

Looking at the punch that came, Lin Yang's eyes flashed with contempt, he lightly raised his right hand, and grasped the fist that Han Bing threw with all his strength.

boom!
The fist fell into the palm, Han Bing's blood-red eyes were startled, and his face was full of shock.

Before he could react and withdraw his fist, Lin Yang twisted his wrist, and heard a series of clicking sounds.

Immediately, Han Bing's muscles were strong, and he broke the ribs of many murderous men on the road. In Lin Yang's palm, they turned into twists in an instant, and blood dripped continuously along Han Bing's arms like raindrops.

Then, Lin Yang even kicked Han Bing in the chest, causing Han Bing to fly up like a sandbag, and hit a billiard table heavily without even moving.

Lin Yang turned around and left!
(End of this chapter)