Doomsday Sanctuary

After practicing all night, Di Ping suddenly opened his eyes when there was a bird song outside.

He has formed a habit of waking up on time from one to six o'clock. This is because his biological clock has been fixed.

Cao Ruida was still lying on the bed and snoring loudly. Last night, he just drank six bottles like Di Ping, but fell asleep when he was drunk. If Di Ping didn't move the bed for him, he would have to sleep on the bingbing floor all night.

Di Ping gently got off the bed, opened the door and walked out. Several door guards were also taking a nap. This time was when it was time to doze off, and these guards stayed asleep tightly.

He walked lightly to the place outside the building that he usually used to ventilate the prisoners. It was relatively spacious and he began to practice boxing. This time he did not practice earth-shaking, but slowly moved the blood by doing Tiger Ling Jue movements. After completing the upgrade, he must complete the familiarity and mastery of power as soon as possible.

In one hour, he was all sweaty. The Tiger Spirit Art that had been cultivated to the third floor and five forms was pushed by him to the third floor and nine positions in one fell swoop. If it weren't for too much movement, he could definitely push it above the fourth floor.

But that's it, his strength increased again, and he felt that his strength should have reached sixty-five thousand catties by now, and will soon be able to break through to 70 thousand catties.

What a terrible number this is, the power of the human body! Seventy thousand catties don’t need more than one conversion to know, seventy thousand catties equals thirty-five tons!

"Unexpectedly, Brother Di's boxing skills are so advanced!"

As Di Ping continued to practice Bengquan, a hearty laugh came from behind him.

"Oh! Brother Cao wakes up from alcohol!"

Di Ping closed his fist and turned around to look at Cao Ruida with a smile.

"Oh! Didn't you think that Brother Di drinks so much, I'm dumbfounded, and now my head is still dizzy!"

The mention of Jiu Cao Ruida's face was a boast, and he patted his forehead with shame.

Di Ping chuckled and said, "I also fainted from drinking. I slept until I woke up just now, and my head was still dizzy. I didn't practice punching and sweating!"

"Haha!"

Cao Ruida laughed after hearing Di Ping also drank, he was very concerned about being able to drink Di Ping down.

"What kind of boxing does Brother Di practice? I think there is softness in rigidity, and there is rigidity in softness. It should be a deep boxing from rigid to flexible?"

Not talking about drinking, Cao Ruida looked curiously and asked Di Ping.

"This is a boxing technique I learned by accident before, called Bengquan!"

Di Ping smiled slightly.

"Eh! This name fits well, his body is as strong as a bow, and his strength is like a bang. It is indeed appropriate to call Bengquan for this fierce taste!"

Cao Ruida is obviously also an expert, and he nodded in praise.

"Brother Cao wants to practice guns?"

Di Ping looked at Cao Ruida holding his steel gun and asked.

"I'm used to it, and I'm feeling bad if I don't play for a while every day!"

Cao Ruida nodded, kicked the gun body abruptly, and the steel gun bounced up instantly. He grabbed the gun body with one arm and turned the steel gun. The steel gun immediately followed him, and the gun swept across, with a whistling and strong force. The general trend is heavy.

Then he stepped abruptly, grabbing the gun with both hands, the tip of the gun was abruptly in the air, and the cold star was a little bit, puff, and Phoenix nodded, and the sharp tip of the gun swallowed in the air, as if to pierce the air with a scream .

Cao Ruida's marksmanship is indeed deep. A steel gun survives in his hands. Pointing, piercing, sweeping, pumping, smashing, picking and digging out; the guns are in full swing and the momentum is Bhutan, the guns are accurate, the guns are overbearing, The step-by-step killer move is indeed worthy of being called the Overlord King's Spear. With this big spear, even if it is stronger than him, it is difficult to take advantage.

Di Ping couldn't help but sigh, who said Gu Wu was useless. If this kind of marksmanship does not prohibit killing before the end of the world, Cao Ruida can easily kill ten ordinary adults alone, and most people can't keep up with his rhythm, let alone him. Body.

The reason why Gu Wu loses his original power and charm is related to the loss of the soil to nurture him. The martial arts with his hands and feet **** can only be reduced to fist and embroidered, and become old men and old ladies in the park. Dance.

Now that the rules of the apocalypse are broken, this kind of martial arts shines again, especially in the hands of some awakened ones. Due to the changed power, speed and response, the lethality displayed by the martial arts is frightening.