Kung Fu Soldier King

"Eating inside and pickling outside, regardless of right and wrong, is a disgrace to the money family. It's not wrong for you to complete your grandfather's regret, but when you don't break the means, you have been far away from his original intention..." Xiao Yan stared at Qian Duoduo and scolded word by word.

Qian Duoduo covered his face and half lay on the ground, but he didn't raise his head to quarrel with Xiao Yan, but lowered his head with tears in his eyes.

She seems to feel overwhelmed, but at this point, how can she retreat again?

Ma Heng has done a lot for her. Now he has promised to go to the mine for investigation, and he has such an elite prospecting team under his command.

She believes that Ma Heng is more likely to find 619 than Xiao Yan.

What else does Xiao Laojiu have besides those soldiers who can use guns?

Now Xiao Yan told her that he still had fists, hegemony and a fearless heart.

When Ma Heng saw that his woman was beaten, he was furious, roared and rushed up in person.

He has also learned some skills. He has a good frame. It seems that he is swimming gossip boxing.

That's right. The East horse practices eight poles and the West horse practices eight trigrams, which is very famous in the northwest.

It's a pity that he is not good at learning. Although you Longbu is elegant, he has no focus at all. He has lost the face of his family.

I saw Xiao Yan's body on one side, raised his hand to block his hand knife, threw it along with the trend, and threw his center of gravity away in the distance.

Ma Heng's feet were unstable and rushed forward. He fell directly and ate shit.

The injury on his body was not completely good. After all, he didn't have the abnormal recovery speed of Xiao Yan. He fell and touched his arm, and suddenly showed his teeth in pain.

Ba Leng standing behind him shouted with Xuantan and rushed towards Xiao Yan.

They are also the center of gravity. Knowing that they are not against Xiao Yan, they dare to come up.

Yue Wuyou and others were about to start, but Xiao Yan raised his hand to stop them and solved the two people. He still got it.

And he knew that Zhao Wuji, who stood next to him, had never shot, just wanted to see his ability clearly.

Since you want to see it, let him see enough.

Xiao Yan stepped back, stood firm and said with a sneer, "if you want to beat me, I'll accompany you. As long as your people can beat me, I won't confiscate any of your equipment and allow you to drill here."

When Ma Heng, who fell to the ground, heard this, his eyes lit up. He got up and looked at Zhao Wuji, who nodded gently.

At this time, Ba Leng and Xuantan also rushed to Xiao Yan. They left and right, forming a potential of attack.

Xiao Laojiu was in no hurry. He leaned aside to avoid the powerful King Kong palm of the sentence. His two palms overlapped up and down between Xuantan's chest and abdomen.

The latter had a golden bell jar to protect his body. He thought that even if his palm power was fierce, he could not break his own skill.

So instead of avoiding, he chose to continue the attack. When Xiao Yan attacked him, he had already punched Xiao Yan on the shoulder.

If it is useless for Xiao Yan to clap his hands on him, he can make a powerful counterattack.

But who knows, Xiao Yan's seemingly relaxed palms suddenly lit up when they were about to fall on him.

In the roar, there was even a faint sound of scriptures, which made Xuantan stare big eyes.

Bang Bang

Two muffled sounds, Xuantan only felt that the breath between his chest was stagnant, and the hand that had been photographed suddenly became soft and powerless.

Like two giant hammers, they hit the chest hard. Although the ribs were not cracked, they oscillated incomparably in the chest.

He opened his mouth and spit out two black blood, which was obviously a serious internal injury.

At the same time, he also kept retreating out. Finally, he didn't stand firm and sat on the ground.

He looked at Xiao Yan in amazement and knew that his kung fu was high, but unexpectedly, his kung fu was so high.

Just when those two palms fell down, he could clearly feel that he had practiced for many years. For this reason, he still kept the golden bell cover of the boy's body, and it was scattered.

"How can you use the Vajra palm?" Xuantan stared at him strangely.

Yes, those two palms are one of the authentic 72 unique skills of Shaolin.

Xiao Yan smiled and said, "last time I fought with someone in blood clothes, I learned it when that guy beat me."

"There are such strange people in the world. I'm convinced. Your Excellency Xie was merciful just now. But if you kill so many people in our Vajra gate today, I will seek revenge from you in the future." Xuantan stared at Xiao Yan.

Xiao Laojiu still had a careless smile on his face. He said, "it's not too late for me to kill you when you come to me for revenge. However, you want to win me with the heresy of King Kong gate, but it's a fool's dream."

"I remember it!" Xuantan said, struggling to get up, lowered his head to Ma Heng and said, "boss, I'm incompetent and don't deserve to be your bodyguard again. Take care."

Then he walked out without looking back. He was seriously injured. In this way, he could never get out of the desert.

Fortunately, just at the door, a unimoc car parked there suddenly opened. Xuanhai stretched out his hand from above and pulled Xuantan in.

Xuanhai is a layman disciple of the Vajra sect, and Xuantan is a big disciple of the xuanzi generation. They are also martial brothers and have known each other for many years. Xuanhai will never let Xuantan die in the desert.

Knowledge Xuantan said that, but Ma Heng didn't even look at him, but said with gnashing teeth: "waste! Baling, why don't you do it?"

In fact, the latter had already rushed to Xiao Yan's side, but when he saw Xuantan being hit and flying, he saw them talking. Out of respect, he didn't make a sneak attack.

Biting his teeth, Ba Leng pulled out his Khan knife, grabbed it with his left hand, ran wildly under his feet, and cut it off according to Xiao Yan's neck.

The knife with the left hand always makes the opponent feel awkward and can't be changed at once.

That is to say, the master's fight is enough to kill the other party.

In the face of baling, Xiao Yan has long had experience and still does not retreat but advances. The right hand lifted up, and the green dragon explored his claw and his hand to take Ba Leng's left wrist.

Baling was already on guard, so his first move was completely empty. At this time, he immediately cut into pieces and wanted to open Xiao Yan's belly from top to bottom.

Xiao Laojiu couldn't let him do what he wanted. His center of gravity fell back to the foot behind him. He leaned back hard and avoided the Khan knife.

Ba Leng chopped the air with a knife and quickly swept across Xiao Yan's waist. He thought Xiao Laojiu was bound to get up from his back. At this time, he just hit his machete.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Yan leaned back and propped up the iron bridge. He twisted his body in the air. The strength of his waist made him turn sideways at once.

Then he dropped his palm on the ground, and his center of gravity instantly reached the palm of his hand. At this time, he lifted his feet off the ground and hooked Ba Leng's feet left and right.

Ba Leng was startled and was about to move back, but he only felt a twisting force coming from his feet. He just felt the sky spinning and his head landing on the ground.

The Oolong hinge column was so powerful. After balongjie dumped it solidly, he was just ready. Xiao Yan, who had already turned over, kicked him in the spine and slid several meters horizontally.

Pa pa

Zhao Wuji clapped his hands sincerely and said to Xiao Yan, "good Kung Fu, clean and neat, and the control of strength is just right. Moreover, you also count all your opponent's movements and strength. I can't imagine how developed your brain is."

Just like lol masters, they always predict what moves and how to move in the next second. And can accurately calculate the damage and blood volume, so as to be invincible.

Xiao Laojiu fights with others. His moves are often exquisite. Even if his opponent has no flaws, he can drive the rhythm and let the other party leave flaws.

When Kung Fu reaches this level, it is not to draw gourds according to ladles, but to have independent ideas and reach the level of a master.

"Stop talking nonsense and come on!" Xiao Yan waved to Zhao Wuji.

The latter nodded, took off his windbreaker and threw it on the ground. He conveniently pulled out a delicate Nepalese knife from his back waist.