Godly Dragon Guard

"Worse, the piercing palm just now made the zhenqi in the body start to be disordered again." Shen Lang's heart suddenly sank.

You can't delay, you must make a quick battle before you can survive!

Seeing that Shen Lang was vomiting blood, Hunting Blade and Along were overjoyed, thinking that Shen Lang was internally injured by their palm attack.

This kid is nothing great.

Along grinned and said, "This kid has been seriously injured, but at the end of the battle, let's get on!"

Hunting Blade sneered, and rushed towards Shen Lang first, and swept towards Shen Lang's head like a whip leg.

Shen Lang narrowed his eyes and grabbed the dragon's hand in a single shot, grabbing Hunting Blade's right leg like lightning.

Hunting Blade was shocked, feeling that his right leg was clamped by iron tongs, and he could never take it back. Wasn't Shen Lang hurt by vomiting blood? How can you still take the Tan legs that you hit with all your strength?

Shen Lang pulled and squeezed, directly crushing the hunting blade leg bones!

There was a crisp sound, and the intense pain made Hunting Blade's complexion distorted.

"Huh!" Shen Lang slapped it casually, and the hunting blade was thrown away, hitting the wall heavily with a heavy muffled noise.

"It's useless!" Along snorted with a gloomy face, staring at Shen Lang with red eyes, strong luck in his right palm, as if he wanted to make the strongest blow.

Shen Lang's eyes were like torches, his right hand secretly clenched into a fist, and the veins of his right arm violently! There was a black air current.

"Death to Lao Tzu!" Along let out a violent roar, suddenly slapped a palm at Shen Lang, taking Shen Lang's heart straight.

Shen Lang turned a blind eye. He would slap Shen Lang's chest when he saw this palm. Aaron used his whole body's internal strength to increase his output, revealing a hideous expression vowing to slap Shen Lang to death.

Between the sparks and flint, Shen Lang raised his head slightly and punched without fancy.

"Humph!" Along's mouth was with a trace of disdain, thinking that Shen Lang had just thrown a punch in a hurry.

For Wu Xiu, palm technique is the respect, **** technique is second, and boxing technique is the least popular.

The martial artist uses internal force, the palm of the palm spit out the internal force, the internal force is magnificent, and the fist just carries the internal force, rushing to the thunder, just like the difference between the sea and the thunder.

Although the thunder and lightning are fierce, they are not as vast as the sea.

Generally only low-level martial arts can use boxing, and high-level martial arts look down on the guys who use boxing.

Unfortunately, Aaron didn't know that there was a different kind of boxing called Qishangquan.

Seeing Shen Lang's punch, Along's right palm wanted to block Shen Lang's attack. In his opinion, the fist and other techniques are relatively low-end after all, and he expected that Shen Lang would not be able to do much harm with this move.

The next moment, all palms meet.

"Crack!"

The sound of broken bones followed, and Along's face instantly twisted.

Along thought that his palm could defend against Shen Lang's attack, but he didn't expect it to be so ridiculous! Shen Lang smashed his right arm with a punch, the bones were broken into several pieces, and the whole arm was scattered by Shen Lang with a punch, blood surged.

Shen Lang hadn't stopped with this punch, and slammed straight to Along's face.

Along's pupils suddenly enlarged, and he saw Shen Lang's right fist approaching his cheek inch by inch. It was no longer possible to dodge!

The next moment, as the sound of a heavy object smashing into the watermelon came over, half of Along's head was exploded by Shen Lang with a punch! The blood is raging, the blood clots are scattered, the brain is mixed with the muddy filth such as the eyeballs, and you can't die again!

Shen Lang's punch was like a bomb, and it was shocking to be able to hit such a strange power!

Along's horrible body fell in a pool of blood, and he couldn't believe it when he died. What kind of boxing technique could have such exaggerated power?

The principle of Qishangquan is that there are multiple strengths in one punch, which may be rigid, feminine, or rigid with softness, or soft with rigidity, or horizontally, or straight, or retracted.

It was stimulated by the true energy and its own power, causing multiple forces to erupt in a dislocation with each other, which produced the effect of "bomb".

Let alone a five-star master like Along, even a six-star master, even in the midst of his cultivation, will be killed by Shen Lang's half-slapped seven wound punches.

The hunting blade that fell on the corner of the wall twitched, and his expression became completely horrified.

Although Hunting Blade had previously guessed that Shen Lang might be tricky, he really did not expect Shen Lang to be so strong.

Damn, this kid has been hiding his strength before!

To get into this kind of evil star, Luo Tianyao should be so!

Shen Lang gasped for a few breaths. Although the old man taught him the seven-style seven-surgery boxing, although he only learned a little bit of fur, the power was not bad.

Only after using one type of seven injury punches, he consumed a lot of zhenqi that he could only control, and now the disordered zhenqi in his body became more and more uncontrollable, and there was also a sharp tingling sensation in the heart and lungs.

Enduring the pain in his heart and lungs, Shen Lang focused his eyes on the hunting blade in the corner and strode over.

Where the Hunting Blade was willing to give up, he jumped on one foot, with a hideous expression on his face, and slashed at Shen Lang's forehead with a palm, seeming to be desperate.

It's a pity that the hunting blade that has become a half-life is far from a threat to Shen Lang.

Shen Lang kicked sharply.

"boom!"

Shen Lang's foot hit the opponent's abdomen sturdily, and blood was sprayed from the hunting blade, and his whole body flew seven or eight meters away and planted on the foot of the sofa.

"Cough..." Hunting Blade covered her abdomen, coughing up blood constantly from her mouth.

Shen Lang was expressionless, stepped forward, and stepped heavily on Hunting Blade's face.

"Luo Tianyao's running dog, you can provoke me, Shen Lang, but the woman who dares to bully me is looking for death." Shen Lang grinned, exuding a strong evil spirit.

Hunting Blade was trembling all over, he always felt that he was very spine, he was considered a capable master anyway, he would rather die than beg the enemy for mercy in a low voice.

But the huge sense of fear before he died was permeated in Hunting Blade's heart, and instantly overwhelmed the will and belief in Hunting Blade's heart. He was really unwilling to die like this. He gritted his teeth and begged for mercy: "Shen...Mr. Shen, No... it's not that I bullied Miss Su, please forgive me, I am so grateful... as long as you let me go, I can tell you any news about the Luo family!"

"Want me to let you go? Dreaming!"

Shen Lang's expression could not see happiness and anger, and he increased the strength on his feet.

"what!!!"

The intense pain and torture made Hunting Blade still wailing.

Soon, the nose bones of Hunting Blade were abruptly trampled off by Shen Lang's feet, and a lot of blood gushed out of his mouth and nose, which looked a little horrible.

At this moment, Shen Lang was no different from a bloodthirsty demon, with no mercy in his heart.

Continuing to increase the strength on his feet, Hunting Blade's head was smashed and his hands and feet twitched for a few times. He became unconscious and was trampled to death by Shen Lang.

There are blood corpses everywhere in the hall, which looks creepy at first glance.

Shen Lang picked up the sharp knife on the ground and chopped off the hunting blade's head with a dull expression.

After finishing these things, Shen Lang turned his head and walked towards the bedroom door on the right side of the suite.

Luo Tianyao is hiding in the bedroom, and Shen Lang's main target for entering the Hisun Group building is Luo Tianyao.

With a loud "bang", Shen Lang kicked open the bedroom door, and sawdust flew.

Luo Tianyao inside was trembling with fright, holding a gun with trembling hands, looking at Shen Lang in horror: "You... don't come over, come over again... I will shoot! Hunt... Uncle Hunting Blade, come on. ... come and save me!"

Luo Tianyao yelled in panic.

"You mean him?"

Shen Lang snorted coldly, and threw the thing in his hand.

Seeing something flying, Luo Tianyao reached out to pick it up subconsciously, but he didn't expect it to be a **** head!

It's a hunter!

Luo Tianyao's cold hair stood up and sat on the ground in shock, the gun in his hand shaking off.