Chapter 634: One Sword!

Chapter 634

In the open space of the Martial arts arena, the whistling sounds of piercing fists are frequent and intense!

Alang is worthy of being a Muay Thai master who has inherited the true inheritance of Thailand's first boxer, with every punch and kick, he is crisp and neat! Like running thunder and lightning, the elbow strikes and flying knees at close range are very coherent and highly ornamental. At the same time, it gives people an extremely urgent sense of oppression and fierce killing intent, making each of his attacks full of strength. Go all out to maximize the sense of crisis with lethality! If you enter his circle a little bit, you will be entangled by the wind spirit, and it is difficult to get out.

"..."

Regarding Alan's performance, Abu and the boxers who watched the fight were very satisfied, and their gratification was beyond words.

On the other hand, Shi Wannang, ever since he was almost hit by the wind of the fist for the first time, he staggered and retreated far away, and he was completely overwhelmed by Alang's thunderous offensive afterwards.

The long sword had no chance to make a move at all, so he stepped hurriedly, dodging Alang's attack like a butterfly, and kept screaming "Wow":

"So fierce!"

"Damn, kill people... Didn't you say it's just a discussion among international friends... I'll go, you still come!"

Although he kept screaming in his mouth and seemed to be dodging in embarrassment, in fact, every time when Alang's attack approached his body, a soft force would naturally emanate from his body, facing Alang's fierce and direct fist wind , Fly out at a faster speed.

More than twenty moves in a row passed.

Not only did Alang gradually realize that the situation was not good...

Every time, the fist seems to hit the cotton, the opponent's dodge is just right, and the movement is like flowing water, it seems that he has always been in the upper hand of suppression, which is not beneficial in essence, and the consumption of internal energy is more powerful than light work. much higher.

"asshole!"

"Don't run away if you have the ability, fight me like a man!!"

Alang thought of his previous kuaiyan, and his face became very ugly. While continuing to move forward, he prodded with words loudly, trying to use the jī to face the Magic Stone Almighty against himself.

"It is impossible for ordinary body skills to be unscathed under Alang's fist..."

Among the crowd watching the battle, the faces of Abu and several other boxers became slightly ugly,

One of them said: "It's a pity that Alang's arm strength has not reached the point, otherwise, the range of part of the fist wind generated can greatly increase the lethality of the fist, and the opponent cannot hide so easily."

"That's right..."

Abu and the people around nodded one after another:

"However, the guy picked out by the Tyrannosaurus Dragon does have some abilities, and his lightness skill is very good. If Alang hadn't caught the trick before and made a one-hundred-stroke agreement, maybe he could have ended in a tie. In that case, the Mu family's face is not good It doesn't look good..." After a pause, Abu's tone became serious: "But with the promise of one hundred moves, we are afraid that we will lose the first battle."

"..."

Although unwilling to admit this, the current situation has taken shape, and Abu and others are ready to lose the first round: "Land Rover, your arm strength has broken through, and you won't be so passive when facing this person..."

Abu told another boxer in the country.

A man with a scar on the left side of his face nodded: "I see."

In China, Abu can be regarded as one of his guides, and he has a lot of guidance in boxing, so Abu proposed a trip to the Central Plains, and he followed without hesitation.

As the number of tricks increased, Alang's morale gradually faded amidst the yelling and cursing, his speed and murderous intent were obviously not as strong as before, and he kept suppressing and attacking Shi Wannang all in one breath of anger.

In his opinion, this was an extremely unfair battle. He traveled all the way here to challenge, but the Mu family sent someone to race against him.

"hateful……"

By the time of the last twenty moves, A Lang hadn't noticed at all. With the continuous loss of his internal strength, the moves were getting old. Shi Wannang had gradually become calm from the exaggerated evasive movements before, and his eyes were fixed on him. His every move seemed to be looking for something.

Tyrannosaurus embraced ng with both hands, watching silently outside the battle circle.

He was one of the first to see the Almighty transformation...

Gradually, an inexplicable smile appeared on his face.

One hundred tricks!

It's just a cover. As a banner of the martial arts in the Central Plains, Mu's Mansion sent Shi Wanneng to fight against the masters of countries like Thailand. If they only use this method to win, it would be a bit unrefined and a joke. .

What the Mu family needs is a hearty victory!

There is no need to show the most powerful power of the Mu Mansion, but also to win the victory perfectly.

Ninety strokes!

On the martial arts arena, A Lang's face became more and more ugly as the number of moves increased, approaching a hundred moves! Anger is getting harder and harder to control! The fierce fist wind unknowingly became turbulent and violent, and even began to vent his own trump card desperately. For a while, sand and stones flew on the martial arts arena, and the fist wind smashed the dust in the air, the purpose was to make as much as possible More damage to Stone Magnum.

ninety one……

ninety two!

A Lang's attack rhythm has unknowingly lost the original intention of an offensive and defensive merger, a completely indulgent style of play, a posture of venting his anger and dissatisfaction.

Shi Wanneng's eyes kept wandering between A Lang's feet and arms...

The moment the ninety-third move was performed, the berserk dust enveloped the sky under the force of Alang's fist wind.

tread!

Without warning, Shi Wanneng's butterfly-like body suddenly stopped, and the look in his eyes changed, from the colorful before to calm as water.

His body is like lightning, and at twice the speed of retreating, he rushes in against A Lang's fist wind like thunder...

choke! !

Qingyue's sword cry and majestic sword energy emerged from the astonishing dust at the same time.

The astonishing dust, together with A Lang's fist wind, was split in half by the sharp sword in an instant. Facing A Lang's surprised eyes that were caught off guard, the sword was radiant and cold, and Shi Wanneng connected people with the sword. passing by the latter.

Swish!

Time freezes at this moment.

Shi Wanneng and A Lang were five meters apart, with their backs facing each other, their eyes as calm as water.

"tick..."

A drop of dark red blood dripped from the tip of the long sword in Shi Wannang's hand to the ground...

At the same time, a slender sword mark appeared on Alang's neck, he lowered his head slowly, the bright red sword mark became clear quickly, and blood flowed profusely.

"Alang!"

There was still a hint of shock and disbelief on his face, his body pushed the bricks and fell to the ground, his vitality was completely cut off, and the last scene he saw was the scene of Abu and others rushing close.

"...Fortunately, let me go."

Shi Wanneng didn't take a look at A Lang's body, put away his sword and left, but just as he turned around, a majestic shout came from behind: "Stop!"