Infinite Movie World

Chapter 48
There was a brief lull on the coast.

Huang Feihong frowned and looked at Yan Zhendong, Yan Zhendong also gritted his teeth and stared at Huang Feihong.

The foreign soldiers around were holding their guns nervously, not knowing what to do for a while.

The neckline of Huang Feihong's blue gown was torn open by Yan Zhendong's eagle claws.

Just a little bit, caught the throat.

And the "gold splitting hammer" he used with all his strength just now, although it hit Yan Zhendong's side rib, it did not have the expected damage effect.

The Fenjin Hammer is one of the most powerful moves in the Hong family's iron wire fist. It can break at least three of the ribs of an ordinary person, and it can even directly shatter the spleen!

However, Yan Zhendong has a gold bell cover and an iron shirt to protect his body.

Huang Feihong's punch just now split the golden hammer, as if he had hit a copper wall and an iron wall!
Huang Feihong's fist was painful, but Yan Zhendong's face changed!
Iron cloth shirt with golden bell cover...it's really extraordinary.

Huang Feihong's heart ached when he thought of such a powerful Northern Shaolin stunt falling into the hands of someone like Yan Zhendong.

Yan Zhendong let out a foul breath, and the corners of his mouth curled up contemptuously.

"Huang Feihong, Nen still thinks, can Nen beat me?"

"Nen still thinks that the title of No. [-] in Fushan was given to me by Nen?"

"Hmph, you can't break my iron shirt!"

"I am the real number one in Fushan!"

Huang Feihong pursed his lips, his eyes watered, and he did not respond to Yan Zhendong's provocation.

The Iron Cloth Shirt with Golden Bell Cover is indeed the most defensive Shaolin stunt, there is no doubt about it.

Moreover, even at the level of Yan Zhendong, it is difficult to find a flaw in the golden bell cover iron shirt.

But "difficult" does not mean "impossible".

The essence of the golden bell cover iron cloth shirt is to hold the true energy in one breath and not let it go, as long as you find the point where the true energy gathers, the golden bell cover iron cloth shirt can be broken.

Huang Feihong calmed down and carefully observed Yan Zhendong's every move.

He can become a master not only by studying hard and practicing the basic skills, but also by rich practical experience.

Yan Zhendong laughed grimly: "Are you afraid? If you are afraid, kneel down and admit defeat to me!"

Huang Feihong kicked the yellow sand suddenly, and before Yan Zhendong could react, he quickly approached, and the Hong family's Iron Line Fist slammed into Yan Zhendong's vital points!
Yan Zhendong snorted coldly, resisted Huang Feihong's iron fist, and responded with Eagle Claw Kungfu and Ground Lying Kungfu at the same time!

Hit hard!
Both of them are master masters known for their strength and horizontal training, and their moves are not complicated, but their destructive power is huge!
Those foreign soldiers who had gathered together backed up tens of meters at this time, not daring to get close.

Huang Feihong brought his strength and moves to the extreme, and the Hong family's Iron Line Fist hit faster and faster, more and more fierce!

Yan Zhendong, on the other hand, was calm and unhurried, letting iron wire fists hit him.

To be honest, whether in terms of strength or martial arts, he was no match for Huang Feihong at all.

However, his golden bell-covered iron shirt is too strong, even a grandmaster like Huang Feihong cannot shake it in a short time!
The two sides have been fighting back and forth, the entire coast is full of sand, and the air waves break through the air!

Fighting for dozens of rounds, Huang Feihong still couldn't find the vital point of the golden bell cover iron shirt, and Yan Zhendong took the opportunity to scratch Huang Feihong's shoulder key and knee joint with the eagle claw technique!
Huang Feihong's expression became more and more serious, while Yan Zhendong's expression became more and more smug!

If the fight continues like this, Huang Feihong will be consumed to death by Yan Zhendong's golden bell-covered iron shirt!
"Master Huang...Come on..."

Behind a large reef off the coast, Ma Peiyuan, the head of the defense station, watched nervously the duel that horrified the martial arts.

According to the agreement, he lay in ambush here, and only waited for Wiggins' English cruiser to fire, then he could "righteously" rush out with his soldiers to support Huang Feihong.

Seeing that Huang Feihong still couldn't break Yan Zhendong's golden bell-covered iron shirt, and Wiggins never fired, Ma Peiyuan was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.

"I don't know what's going on with Master Afeng!"

Just as he was thinking about it, he heard a "bang" gunshot from the captain's room of the cruiser Mlican!
Has Xufeng made a move?
But... Wiggins hasn't fired yet!

Ma Peiyuan was startled, and his mind quickly weighed.

"Pooh!"

He grabbed his official hat and threw it on the ground fiercely, "Master Huang and Master Afeng are working hard for the people! As the head of the garrison, I hide behind to weigh! I want to be a bloody man today!" Tang people! Brothers, they belong to men, follow me! Kill all those dogs and foreigners!"

As he said that, Ma Peiyuan pulled out the short-handled firearm and rushed out in the first place.

The soldiers of the firearms team were greatly encouraged, followed Ma Peiyuan, and rushed towards the foreign soldiers shouting.

The foreign soldiers who were watching the duel were taken aback, and hurriedly raised their long-handled firearms to shoot.

But Huang Feihong and Yan Zhendong continued to attack each other completely regardless of the hail of bullets around them.

At this moment, everything around them is no longer important to them.

Life and death are not important, success or failure is not important, what is important is one breath!

Warrior spirit!
"Die Huang Feihong!"

"I am the number one in Fushan!"

"No one can save you!"

Yan Zhendong concentrated his strength and grabbed Huang Feihong's throat fiercely with his eagle claws.

Huang Feihong frowned, and no longer dodged to dodge, but concentrated all his strength at one point, and with a move of "Flying Crane Hit the Water", the crane-shaped fist directly pierced Yan Zhendong's palm!
Yan Zhendong exclaimed suddenly, and hastily withdrew his claws, but it was too late.

Huang Feihong shot decisively and swiftly, and the flying crane hit the water like a long crane's beak, directly piercing Yan Zhendong's palm!

Click!

Yan Zhendong's entire right arm was broken in an instant, Bai Sensen's bone pierced through the arm, and blood dripped out!
Break the work!

This is the lifeblood of Yan Zhendong Tiebushan!
This Yan Zhendong is indeed a master, he even hid the weakness of the iron cloth shirt in the sharp eagle claws!

Who would have thought that his fiercest attack was his most fatal weakness!

Only a master warrior like Huang Feihong could break his iron shirt!
Huang Feihong didn't wait for Yan Zhendong to retreat and dodge, and kicked Yan Zhendong's heart with Wuying!

The iron cloth shirt with golden bell cover is essentially a mouthful of true qi. If the true qi is not broken, the skin of the flesh is like a wall of copper and iron. Once the true qi is broken, the flesh will be flesh, and the skin will be skin!
Ordinary skin and flesh can't bear Shadowless Feet at all!

Bang bang bang!

Huang Feihong's shadowless kick directly kicked Yan Zhendong onto the reef, and Yan Zhendong screamed and fell on the beach.

He struggled to stand up and continue to fight, but as soon as he stood up, a stream of black blood gushed out of his mouth!

Huang Feihong clenched his fists, wanting to step forward to kill Yan Zhendong, but at this moment, the foreign soldiers shot at Huang Feihong with long-handled firearms.

Huang Feihong hurriedly dodged and hid behind the reef.

Yan Zhendong was also within range of fire. He stood up unsteadily and said hoarsely, "Don't... open fire, I haven't..."

Bang bang bang!

Before he could get out of the firing range, the bullets from the foreign soldiers pierced through his body like raindrops.

An indescribable pain appeared on Yan Zhendong's face.

He is a dog for foreigners, but in the eyes of foreigners, he is not even as good as a dog.

His body fell heavily on the beach, his body was bleeding profusely, and his breath was like gossamer.

He looked desperately at Huang Feihong behind the reef, and murmured, "Master Huang, I... regret it so much..."

After speaking, he died completely.

(End of this chapter)