Great Dao Ji

How amazing is the explosive power of a Huajin warrior?

A tiger in the mountains explodes, and it takes five seconds to cover a hundred meters. When Huajin explodes, it takes less than four seconds to cover a hundred meters!

The knife takes advantage of the momentum and suddenly explodes. Its power is so fierce that it is enough to cut a person in half from head to toe!

"Ito-kun!"

"It's Ito-kun!"

"Ito-kun is coming!"

Some gunmen were overjoyed when they saw the newcomer, and the sound of gunfire stopped for a moment.

"Huajin?"

Wang Zhixuan narrowed her eyes slightly, and smashed the skull of the gunman behind her with a backhand palm.

Turning around and stepping, she was about to meet the knife.

Clang~

The knife light suddenly rose in just a moment.

The knife light was swift, and in one shot, it was all about going without return, and it was unstoppable and violent!

An Qisheng's heart exploded, the hairs all over his body stood up, and his heart was sour.

It was like facing the abyss, like the earthquake in the previous life, facing the concrete that was falling like an overwhelming force,

Feeling a huge crisis.

Can't hide!

Can't retreat!

When the crisis came, An Qisheng's mind suddenly became clear.

Huh~

His chest rose and fell, and his waist was tensed like a spring rod.

At the same time, his feet suddenly shook!

At this moment, An Qisheng used the Baji shock kick to the extreme.

Just a stomp of his foot, An Qisheng's eyes turned red, and his ears were buzzing, as if he was deaf.

Baji shock kicks are dangerous. If the force is too strong, it may even hurt the back of the head.

An Qisheng stomped too hard this time, and the white jade floor under his feet was crushed. How strong is his strength?

If it were an ordinary person who didn't know martial arts, this stomp would be enough to shock himself into a severe concussion, cerebral palsy, or even break his spine and die on the spot!

Bang!

The huge recoil force went from the legs to the waist,

to the hips,

to the shoulders, and

to the arms!

With a twist of his body, his shoulders and back had already hit the rockery where he was hiding!

Boom!

Startled, An Qisheng's hidden power exploded, and the rockery behind him was smashed into pieces.

He himself took advantage of this huge impact force to bounce back, and at the same time, the long spear pulled out an amazing arc and smashed head-on into the violent knife light!

"Whoever wants me dead, I will kill him!"

Under the crisis of life and death, An Qisheng's will was highly concentrated.

At this moment, he even saw the cloud-like pattern on the oncoming sword, and the surprise on the face of the man holding the sword.

"There are still masters?"

An Qisheng's reaction was very strong, and the long spear split the air like a stick, and the momentum burst out, which made Ito Makoto, who was slashing with a knife, tremble in his heart.

"Come on!"

After being startled, Ito Makoto's eyes lit up, and the long knife he slashed out heavily met the slashing long spear!

Bang!

A sound of air explosion accompanied by the sound of violent metal collision exploded in the night sky!

The spear was raised high, and An Qisheng felt his five fingers go numb, blood flowed from his knuckles, and he was injured by the collision.

But he did not retreat a step, and suddenly pressed the raised spear, followed him, and rushed out from the left side, like a venomous snake spitting out its tongue.

The shaking spear suddenly became straight and stabbed straight!

"The power is not yet transformed!"

The long sword in Ito Makoto's hand trembled, and after the collision, he did not retreat but advanced, and the long sword was lifted and chopped again!

Swish~

With the sound of cracking brocade, the long sword cut through the air and clashed with the spear.

An inch longer, an inch stronger, to fight with a spear, you must get close.

Ito Makoto's eyes were red, and the sword light flashed around him, like a steel hedgehog, forcibly pushing An Qisheng's spear and approaching him step by step.

"This man's power is transformed, I am no match for him in a head-on fight."

An Qisheng knew clearly in his heart.

This Japanese swordsman's swordsmanship is superb. Each of his swords contains the cross-change of four levels of strength: bright hardness, bright softness, dark hardness, and dark softness.

After only a few collisions between the sword and the spear, his arms were already numb and somewhat inflexible.

If he were to bully him, the consequences would be obvious. He would be killed on the spot with a single blow!

An Qisheng had all kinds of thoughts in his mind, but his hands did not stop at all.

The long spear danced at high speed, like a dragon and a snake circling in the air. This time, it was all dark power that burst out. After several collisions, his palms were bloody, but he did not fall into a disadvantage.

The burst of dark power is the most physically demanding. Even a master of Huajin boxing cannot burst out every time.

In that case, he would be exhausted before killing the enemy.

But facing a master whose kung fu is obviously higher than his own, An Qisheng had no other choice.

"Huh?"

Wang Zhixuan had already taken a step forward, and when he saw the two people collide, he could not help but stop.

She thought for a moment, then pounced into the night like a tiger, attacking and killing the gunmen in the hail of bullets.

She moved like lightning, stepping like a tiger or a leopard, raising her arms, snapping her fingers, like a dragon or an eagle, and it was a dragon-tiger capture!

Kacha~

As soon as a gunman fired a shot, he felt a flash in front of his eyes. Before he could see clearly, he felt a pain in his neck. Wang Zhixuan scratched his throat.

Then, she took another step and disappeared into the forest. The next second, a tall man was shaken by her and his bones were broken!

Among all kinds of boxing, capture is the most fierce.

There are often legends about fierce generals in ancient times who can tear people in half with a palm.

At this time, Wang Zhixuan's attack was not inferior to those ancient generals. When she attacked, she would kill anyone who touched her, and cripple anyone who touched her.

For a while, the gunshots in the courtyard became sparse!

"Baga! Baga! Baga!"

Listening to the screams in the courtyard, Ito Makoto's anger grew stronger and stronger, and finally broke out.

Zheng~~~

He raised one hand, spread his five fingers wide, and met An Qisheng's long spear that was smashed like a stick.

The tendons on his arm were tightened, bursting through the sleeves, and the dark tendons were entangled, as if his arm was covered with iron armor.

The five fingers were thick and big, like five carrots.

It seemed that he wanted to grab An Qisheng's long spear!

"Want to take my long spear?"

An Qisheng sneered in his heart.

Bare hands are like white blades, which is only possible when the gap between two people is too big to make up.

This Fuso swordsman is not that much stronger than him!

Buzz~

His arm shook, and the long spear made a "woohoo" sound, trembling violently, and the power rose in waves.

At this time, unless the Fuso swordsman's skills are ten times better than his, it is impossible to take his long spear!

Snap!

The next moment, Ito Makoto's eyes bulged, and his thick palm grasped An Qisheng's spear with a "click" sound!

Swish~

Just a moment, the skin on his arm broke, and blood spurted out.

But he seemed to be unaware that while holding the spear, the knife hanging down surged again!

The knife was raised in the air, and then cut down fiercely from top to bottom!

Swish!

There was a sound like cloth being torn in the air.

The ferocity of this knife was even more terrifying than the previous knife that ran a hundred meters and took advantage of the momentum to cut!

At a glance, it was like lightning suddenly appeared in the clear sky.

It was also like the sun suddenly rising in the deep night!

Just a moment, An Qisheng's eyes bled, as if pierced by the sharp edge, and he lost his perception of the surroundings!

"Good!"

The violent knife light slashed, the spear was tied by the enemy, and the corner of the eye was still bleeding, but An Qisheng suddenly smiled.

"Hmm?"

Ito Makoto's heart skipped a beat when he heard the laughter.

Is this guy crazy?

"Not good!!!"

Suddenly, Ito Makoto's face changed drastically, and the long sword he had slashed out suddenly retracted and held it horizontally in front of him.

It turned out that the master who was good at using the spear actually pulled out a gun from behind!

The next moment, a burst of fire burst out from the muzzle:

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

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