Romance of Dragons and Snakes

“Promise, promise! ”

Song Anlan seemed to have fallen down a mountain and fainted, motionless, only a weak heartbeat in his chest, not like a master in martial arts for many years, obviously suffered a lot of damage.

Wow, the bone joint muscles broke down, Wang super hands and feet used together, as if snake tail soared, a monkey leaped, released three or four meters outside, adjusted breath, eyes lit up, looked at the rest of Bai Xianyong, Wang Yunlian, Danu and others.

“Who else is coming? I just keep going.” Wang Chaohaha laughed twice, appeared very energetic, seemed to have just fought the war, did not consume his strength.

The masters present, there were eight masters, and now this time of fighting, Xu Benliang was beaten up.

Imanchuan was knocked out by a punch in the bottom of the sea.

Ma Huajun was interrupted in the arm and thrown on the roof to make a good ugly appearance.

Chen Tianlei punched his gut.

Now Song Anlan has been choked again, less than half an hour of kung fu, and five masters have lost successive battles. Wang Chao won in a row, his momentum climbed even further, reaching an unprecedented peak.

Especially when he just carried out the "giant python wrap” hanging technique, one hand strangled Song Anlan's neck, the other elbow against the compression chest, while the body leaned against each other, with his pelvic crotch hit the opponent's lumbar cavity, the inner disc wrap of both legs, hanging joints, vigorously up and down, tight.

This technique is not a punch in the boxing technique. It reveals mysterious shadows and harsh spirits everywhere. It is very different from what Wang Chao just showed as a hard punch. Flexible flashes. This also made the remaining three masters more emotional, and in their eyes Wang Chao became more powerful.

Song Anlan's martial arts are strong, his body is strong and horizontal, especially the "bear eagle shape" spread out, his body is stable as an old bear, even if ordinary jujitsu let him hug him, a gentle shock, the opponent will fly out. But Wang Chao's own power is higher than that of him. As soon as it is tangled, a big tree will also be hanged and peeled, not to mention a human being.

“Good kung fu.” Wang Yunlian leaned down and looked at Song Anlan, suffocating the past. He pressed a few key areas with his hand. Song Anlan's throat burst with a chirping sound. He opened his mouth and spit out a thick sputum, his eyes opened, and the divine extraction gradually became clear.

“Brother Wang, don't listen to him bluff. Just now, he was so secretive, but he got caught up in me, but he jumped out without darkness. Obviously, he just punched Master Chen, and his strength was almost consumed. ”

As soon as Song Anlan woke up, his lips trembled and he said two words to Wang Yunlian.

“Not necessarily. ”

Wang Yun whispered softly: “Anyway, he is younger than us, better physical strength, and he is growing up. Even if he is injured, there is no major obstacle. We are older, and after 20 to 40 years of peak physical performance. Besides, his momentum is a bit higher than ours, and the situation is still not optimistic. ”

“Hey! I don't know where to come out such a master, young age, martial arts has become divine. Is it another hundred years later, Yang is invincible?” Song An sighed.

“Despite his high martial arts, he is far from invincible. But we can't fight him today.” Wang Yunlian said, walking up to him and staring at Wang Chao.

Wang Chao looked at the main door of this Italian fist and the muscles on his face suddenly sucked. “What, Master Wang is going to come up to help, try my kung fu? ”

“No, I admit that you are a strong martial artist and qualified to be a founder.” Wang Lianyun waved his hand: “The boxing is not strong enough, it seems that we are not old enough. How about that for today? Master Wang, don't be aggressive. Perhaps when you reach our age, our apprentice will find you a hand in kung fu. ”

“Well, I'll just wait.” Wang Chao drowned his eyelids, and Wang Yunlian said this really dripping water, trying to link the cause of Bi Wu's failure to his age.

Wang Chao actually understands very well that these experts in the room are no older than fifty years old, and have not reached the point of dissatisfaction with old age.

The pinnacle of a boxer is indeed the pinnacle of 20 to 40 years.

But as long as they don't reach fifty to sixty, they can still maintain their strength and fight as well, especially for boxers over forty years of age, who are more experienced and much scarier than young people.

In addition, if you encounter a teacher with deep health care, no smoking, no drinking, no bulimia, no greed, mood like mood rising and falling, decades of nourishment.

So it's not unusual to keep the peak boxing technique to 560. Historically, many boxers are over sixty or even seventy years old and can beat hard.

Although we know that Wang Yunlian is looking for a scene, Wang Chao is not slightly broken. Wang Yunlian's words have a deeper meaning, which is that our apprentice will help us find this scene sooner or later, but Wang Chao is not worried.

Today in World War I, although no one was killed, all the masters in the field had a high status. Although they were all boxers in the fight, their status was minor, but after the fight, things were difficult to fix.

“Too many people have offended today.” Wang Chao sighed deeply.

“Chief Ma, I'm just here today to talk to you about work, get the files. I'm not here to fight, and I don't have much to say about being aggressive. We all serve the country. I just hope that today's events are just personal grievances. Don't get involved in the business. If you master instructors feel like trying my kung fu, you can always call me to help, or send an apprentice to help me. I'll just go on. ”

“You and your partner's files, I'm not interested in keeping them. What happened today was indeed a personal vendetta, and I was able to distinguish between public affairs and private affairs.” Ma Huajun's face was calm and his hands dropped.

“Tan, you take Colonel Wang to get the file, and you take the key.” Ma Huajun threw a key and commanded several members of the 18th National Security Station outside the door.

“Well, thank you!” Wang Chao dragged down his uniform, which had been shaken so thin in the fight that it was no different from the one called Hanako.

Especially Wang Chao's shoes, all broken, now naked feet, very ungraceful, but he couldn't care less.

“I came over this afternoon. ”

In a word, Wang turned around and walked away. Thirty or forty men and women at the door automatically gave way, watching this almost god of war man step out of the courtyard and disappeared without a trace.

Wang Chao called a taxi to the hotel where he lived, changed clothes and shoes, rested for two hours, recovered strength, ate lunch before returning to the NSA, and took the files of himself and Lin Yanan. This surprisingly smooth, uninterrupted, and along the way, these 18 people looked at him as if he were a monster, fearful in the eyes, and a little admired.

Night, darkness descends. Look out through the window, all the lights.

Wang Chao lived in the hotel, but was not in the mood to look out the window at the lights, nor was he interested in exploring the streets of the capital. Instead, he sat casually in bed and fell into contemplation.

In this half-day period, five masters were defeated in a row, but there was no joy in their hearts, and deep apprehensions about the future surfaced.

Those masters have very simple identities, either as central guard instructors, or as instructors of the Armed Police Headquarters, or as special police instructors. This one swept their faces. Although it did not kill people, it was ultimately wronged. As these people, it will not be possible to make the trip in the future.

“But riding a tiger is difficult, and it's not because of fear, but because of their identity, let them defeat themselves. In detail, I have made quite a few enemies. Zhao Jun's stampede, Brother Zhang Wei, Xu Zhen, Ye Xuan, Liu Sheng Qingzi, Liu Sheng Shuiming, Miyagi Hanjin and the Japanese martial arts community have also made enemies. Killing Dong Guo Chao and Shaolin has also made enemies. Today, defeating so many of Jingcheng's state-of-the-art masters is particularly minor. Domestic enemies and foreign enemies are a real mess. ”

Wang Chao sighed and glanced at the ancient sword beside the bed: "By the way, there's that strange river sea. Since he released his words, he took his sword three years later, he must have gone to sharpen it and avenged me. ”

Looking at his own hands, these hands have already had many lives. But not every one of them has to kill themselves. Every time, they can't help themselves. If you don't kill, you kill yourself.

Practicing in the sea, the body is moving, there is water when there is no water.

Land boxing, steady shape, no water when there is water.

Wang Chaosho was also too lazy to think about the hatred gap. Anyway, he has been guilty of too many people since he came out. Debt doesn't crush, lice doesn't bite.

When he remembered the hard beating with Chen Tianlei, he shook his breath and firecrackers, suddenly understanding the true and false essentials.

“Be light and heavy. Bears can live forever. ”

Song Anlan's final "Bear Eagle Symphony" also came back to his mind.

Bears are the dumbest, heaviest animals. And the bird is the lightest animal, and it moves, and the reason for health seems to be in it.

Wang Chao stood up, knocked empty-handedly, his whole body was soft, even the expression on his face, his lower body Dantian pussy was so relaxed, slowly hit Tai Chi shelf, the shape of the Italian shelf, the gossip shelf, these three parties of shelves, in his hands, there was no rules, and there was no strong ambition, like the old lady in the park playing Tai Chi.

But when Wang Zhuoyu slowly punched out his hand, the “dance" had an unusually soft feeling.

Gradually, dancing, the air around him seemed to turn into running sea water, and the extraordinarily strong pressure wrapped tightly around his whole body, every inch of skin, every inch of pore, making him completely unable to breathe.

“Heavenly man. Heavenly man. Heavenly man is looking only for mercury. ”

All of a sudden, Wang Chao's head flashed through a phrase like this in the boxing scripture.

Heavenly Man, that means breathing. Man and earth meet, most obviously every breath.

Mercury, in boxing terminology, refers to exercise.

The meaning of this scripture is to be careful with your wings, break your breath, and then look for breath in the exercise as the boxing frame unfolds.

Wang Chao's hands cut one circle at a time. He shrunk with gestures, opening and closing, as if breathing through his mouth and nose.

One punch, one loose pore all over his body, Wang Super's skin was red, as if blood was going to be sprayed out of his pores. Absolutely, one more punch, all body pore brush tight, high and raised, bluish disc appeared, all body blue and black.

Whoo!

“Suck”!

A steady breath came out of Wang Chao's mouth and nose, exhaling and breathing.

As he breathes in and punches out, his pores open and close become more intense.

At the end of the day, every time the exhalation opens the pores, the pores are like boiling water, and the water fog heats up.

If there was someone next to him, Wang Super's body seemed to be swallowing fine white mist.

It's sweat, and under the influence of muscle and heart, it turns directly into water.

Strong people, after exercising intensely in the winter, also develop white air in a very short period of time when the sweat on their heads evaporates.

But Wang Chao is full of pores, all vaporized.

Moreover, his body did not move intensely, and he fought slowly, only by the opening and closing of the pores, to evaporate the fog evenly.

Xue Pang, director of the Tianjin National Art Gallery of the Republic of China, once described it in "The true interpretation of figurative boxing", “From the rise of all 84,000 pore cloud fog to breathe, it is the true breath of the spirit, no true fax is difficult to enter, no constant heart is difficult to reach its situation. ”

This is the strength of boxing.

The holes are tiny. Every pore on and off your body is uncontrollable and has even luck.

One can't be added, the flyworm can't fall!

(To be continued)