Comprehensive: The opening crow takes the plane

Now China's sea king is only left undefeated by Lie Haiwang in the foot basin chicken country.

"Is it still late?"

Long Shuwen supported Guo Chuncheng to visit Bailin Temple. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Liu Haiwang fell to the ground.

"Tch, Old Man Liu was defeated too."

Guo Chuncheng's tone was mixed with helplessness and dissatisfaction. He had discussed with Liu Haiwang before Luo Ya came.

Otherwise, how could he stay obediently at the foot of the mountain.

It's just that he didn't expect that King Liu Hai couldn't even put some color on Roja's body, and he was obviously defeated.

"The Fierce Dragon Shuwen?"

Luo Ya didn't expect to meet Long Shuwen here.

Long Shuwen is not like Guo Chuncheng, who is unfavorable and useless. He has been in China's underground black boxing competition for 25 years without a single defeat. He is not the King of the Sea but is better than the King of the Sea.

During the big arena showdown, Oliba suffered a lot when he underestimated his opponent. However, Oliba was too tough when he got serious, and he had no choice but to lose in the end.

"Your master asked me to take you away. Your journey is over." Long Shuwen said lightly.

"End? Then it depends on whether you are qualified to be the end point."

Roja grinned, it seems that today's rewards will be rich again.

"As expected, I still have to fight. Do I need to wait for you to recover your strength?"

Long Shuwen put his hands in his pockets, without even looking at Roja.

"No, it didn't take much effort to beat Liu Haiwang."

Fortunately, King Liu Hai passed out, otherwise he would have been pissed off by Roja's words.

Chapter 11 Battle against Long Shuwen

Long Shuwen put his hands in his pockets without looking at Luo Ya.

Roja was speechless. The old silver coin was also like this when he dealt with Oliba.

"Then let me see the fist-drawing technique!"

A quick and sharp jab was thrown out, but was blocked by Long Shuwen with one hand, and the other hand was thrown out of his pocket like a whip.

Whoosh!

Oh!

Roja quickly backed away, but there was still a big gash in his shirt. The incision looked like a knife.

It's Kanshou!

If it is said that Li Haiwang's medicine hard fist was somewhat similar to Guanshou before, then what Long Shuwen mastered is the most authentic Guanshou. Unarmed hands are sharper than knives, and Oliba's body, which can even block bullets, is broken by this. .

"It's really a headache to coordinate the fist-drawing technique and the hand-passing technique. Fortunately, it was just a tentative jab."

Roja took off his torn shirt, revealing his tendons.

If he hadn't used Xiao Kuailing's jab to test him just now, and had enough reaction time and energy to dodge, he would probably have drawn blood this time.

Long Shuwen came out of the irregular underground black boxing. It was a gambling game organized by a group of rich people privately. Money, houses, cars, shops, and land could be used to bet.

The sponsors only want victory and bloody excitement, and the outcome will be determined by the serious injury or death of one of the players.

So no matter what he does, the one that can kill the opponent is a good move.

Inserting eyes, locking throats and breaking eardrums, breaking the bridge of the nose and kicking the genitals, these three indiscriminate methods that fighters in the main match would not use unless necessary, are all common moves of Long Shuwen.

"Your strength is very strong, but it's still not enough to defeat me by ten blows."

The broken floor tiles under Long Shuwen's feet were caused by the jab from Luo Ya just now.

The implication of his words was obvious, let Roja use the neutralizing force.

"To deal with a master like you, you really need to use neutral force."

Roja's resistance to blows is still a bit weak, and it is obviously not advisable to use Oliba's stupid method to deal with Long Shuwen.

Turning his waist and moving his legs, the stretched instep appeared in front of Long Shuwen in a second.

"boom!"

However, Long Shuwen's fist cut to Roja's Achilles first!

When Long Shuwen's hand first came into contact with him, Roja retracted his leg with force, turned half a circle on the spot, and took advantage of the momentum to hit a left uppercut.

But Long Shuwen took the first step and punched Luo Ya's wrist sideways, deflecting his attack, and then raised his leg to kick.

Roja followed the forward pedal and rolled back to the ground, distanced himself from Long Shuwen.

Long Shuwen didn't pursue him, he bowed his back slightly and put his hands back into his pockets.

This is the post-strike punching technique. Any attack by a person will have a forward swinging motion. When you lift a knife to cut someone, you must have a lifting motion. When you lift a sword to stab someone, you must also have a lifting motion.

Normal people put their hands in their pockets and want to hit someone, they have to take out their hands and lift them up, and then they can choose straight punches, swing punches, and bastard punches.

Long Shuwen put his hands in his pockets as a forward swinging action, and combined with the force exerted by his waist and hips, his hands were quickly thrown out of his pockets like a whip. It seemed that he would be slower than others, but in fact he was ahead of others, and at least he was even with the enemy. Release speed.

And because your hands are in your pockets, the enemy cannot figure out your next move, making it difficult to take effective precautions.

Roja bent down and touched the Achilles tendon of his left foot. Scarlet liquid stained his fingers.

"It's blood."

After all, he is a young man with a weight of more than 100 kilograms. No matter how powerful the force is, there is no way to turn him into a fallen leaf that cannot be cut by a knife.

If it was Guo Haihuang, he would be closer to the realm of fallen leaves with a lighter weight, so Long Shuwen's Guanshou still caused Luo Ya to suffer some skin trauma.

"If that's all your strength is, you'd better admit defeat obediently, so as not to suffer from flesh and blood."

If Luo Ya wasn't Guo Haihuang's disciple, he wouldn't be persuaded by Long Shuwen's temper, just cut him half dead with his hands and brought him back.

"Your fist-drawing and piercing skills are indeed very good. Now, they are mine."

Roja grinned, and imitated Long Shuwen and put his hand in his pocket.

I had my hands in my pockets that year, and I didn't know what an opponent was.

"Are you provoking me?"

Long Shuwen's face was gloomy, with anger in his eyes, he walked up to Roja, "Since that's the case, don't blame me for the Sea Emperor to teach you a lesson..."

call out!

click...

After realizing it, Long Shuwen felt his neck loosen, and subconsciously touched it with his hand. There was one button missing from the collar of his clothes.

"It's drawing boxing and Guanshou!"

Guo Chuncheng, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, looked at Roja in disbelief. What kind of monster is this? After just a few rounds of fighting, he has comprehended the technique of drawing boxing and Guanshou?

Or did he learn it before?Impossible, if you learn it, you can use it from the beginning.

"That's it, Long Shuwen, you have lost."

Liu Haiwang, who saw more thoroughly, also sighed.

Roja's blow just now could pick off the buttons of Long Shuwen and pierce his throat.

If you lose, you lose, even if you carelessly underestimate the enemy.

Long Shuwen, who has always been indifferent, has a very ferocious expression. In the underground black boxing ring, only the side standing is worthy of winning or losing, not some absurd plot such as you have already lost and you are left with your life.

However, this is Bailin Temple, not an underground black boxing competition.

"I lost."

The first defeat in a 25-year fighting career.

Long Shuwen closed his eyes, put his hands in his pockets, and relaxed.

"Whoo~"

Roja also breathed a sigh of relief: "Did you win? That's fine, if I keep fighting, I won't be able to hold back."

Long Shuwen's face turned dark when he heard the words, and he said angrily, "Boy, what do you mean, didn't you use all your strength to fight me?"

"No, no, I just thought of a new move."

Roja quickly explained that he walked in front of a five-meter-high boulder placed outside the yard, and everyone followed after seeing it.

"King Liu Hai, this stone should be useless, right?" Roja asked.

Liu Haiwang shook his head and said that please feel free. This was originally something for the next generation of Haiwang in Bailin Temple, but in recent years the temple has not cultivated any good seedlings.

Roja put his hands in his pockets, took a deep breath, and threw out his hands like a whip.

Everyone saw a flash of white light, and Roja put his hands back into his trouser pockets, turned and left.

"What do you mean? Why didn't I understand?"

Guo Chuncheng was confused, and soon he saw a jaw-dropping scene.

A straight crack appeared on the entire boulder, as if it had been cut by a knife.

The knife marks were like the trunk of a tree, spreading out into hundreds of branches and cracks, and finally shattered into a pile of stones no larger than a fist.

"Gollum."

Guo Chuncheng subconsciously swallowed his saliva, if Roja hit him on the head at the foot of the mountain just now...

"It seems that the Huaxia Wushu world is about to produce another extraordinary character."

King Liu Hai stared at Roja's back as he went away, and ordered his disciples to keep the pile of rubble for safekeeping.

Guo Haihuang, I'm afraid you have to do it yourself.

There was a bit of bitterness at the corner of the silent dragon's mouth.

Damn it, that monster came.

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