Romance of Dragons and Snakes

An Indian woman chose a large fine iron shield, a watermelon-sized fine iron hammer!

One by one, she held it in her hand, and it looked very funny. This kind of shield, and hammer, was supposed to be two meters tall, and the whole body of muscle held the big man in his hand.

“This woman is fierce, but a little ugly in style. It should be the Black Fist King, the fierce man, who takes these two weapons. But look at this woman bring it up, light as a Hong Hair, important, stronger than the ancient martial arts, the samurai are stronger. If you switch to ancient archaeological moves, it's a female martial arts dollar. ”

Ho Linger saw Inn Qingqing with a handheld shield and a handheld hammer, his heart comparing.

Tang Gan, the weapons on the armory today, those big pieces, like big steel guns, spring and autumn knives, iron hammers, iron shields, iron whips. They are pure steel and weigh extremely heavily. The pieces are at least 100 kg.

These things, too, were made by some blacksmiths among Tangmen martial artists, modelled on the weapons of ancient Korean exams. Not for real battle, but for living through your body and blood and examining your best ability in boxing.

Modern training testing methods, such as pushing, pulling, squatting and other force tests, are all too simple. They do not conform to ancient boxing methods. Ancient boxing methods are to cooperate with ancient weapons, such as Tai Chi boxing, Shi Yi boxing, eight pole boxing, they all have to shake big guns.

“Mr. Wang Chao, although I don't have the skill to fight the second generation of ancestors Master Cao Jiwu, I can dance 120 kg of Spring and Autumn knife without ink, but there are only three moves, the power of three moves, I can still burst. Be careful, don't turn the boat in the gutter. ”

Indian clear took the iron shield, after the hammer, did not advance, but took a few steps back, until the door of the National Art Dojo, and Wang Chao pulled away more than 10 meters away, his face was red and faint, at the same time, a sip of alcohol surged, his skin was red and fluttering, and his appearance was faint.

She didn't seem in a hurry to do it with Wang Chao, but slowly adjusted the distance, as if she were an accurate designer, designing drawings, and looking at Wang Chao with a pair of eyes that seemed like a drunken blur.

“I don't know if Mr. Wang Chao has the means for Mr. Cao Jiwu to throw ink. I'd like to see it. If I'm doing three tricks or something to get you out of the wind, can I ask you to practice this too? I've been studying boxing since I was a kid, which is a heavy weapon, and I've always wanted to be close to this world, as if he couldn't do it when I was fighting with Walton. ”

Inquharu vomited another sip of the airway.

“Cao Ji Wuchun and Qiu knife, a knife that can not be thrown into the ink, that is boxing practice into the innate Qi realm, Walton is naturally a little short. In today's world, there are only four or five people who can achieve this realm of kung fu. ”

Wang Chao left his seat, stood up and said slowly.

Yin Qing said that Cao Jiwu, also a master of martial arts in history, the second generation of the Qing dynasty, but also the martial arts during the year of Kangxi, legend has it that this second generation of the Qing dynasty, can dance the exam martial arts more than 100 kg of spring and autumn knife, surrounded by knife light, several people poured ink on him, the ink is finished, he has no ink on his body.

This kind of knife realm is highly unpredictable. But Wang Chao is also in the heart. This kind of realm is only possible after a great deal of energy.

Of all the people who Wang Chao watched specialize in knife method, Qiu Cicada's knife method is the first. Her infinite knife, once deployed, can not be thrown in. But no polar knife weighs more than a hundred kilos of spring and autumn knives. If you want to dance with a heavy spring and autumn knife, it's still far from sprinkling.

“Well, you do it. With so many friends present, it seems like there are not a few who want to fight my king. ”

Wang Chao stood up and looked around, hurrying the impression of sunshine.

When he said this, there were more and more people in the square in front of the Tangmen National Art Dojo, in the edge of the pool, in the woods, and new people constantly appeared. Obviously, Tang Gan invited the inmate masters today, one by one, to be present.

But without exception, they all fell through the wall. None of them were walking right through the front door, but it was kind of funny.

But to think about it, the hidden masters, all come to shadow, go to nowhere, the dragon sees the role without the tail, and rolls over the wall, which is in line with the mindset of the hidden masters.

If you change to a famous figure in martial arts, such as Igayuan, you must go straight to the front door.

There are more and more people here, some of them Asian, some white, even a few black, and some practitioners from the Arab world at first glance.

None of these people, at first, were more angry than the sky, but when they landed in the square, they saw the scene of the people sitting in the Great National Art Dojo, which kept the breath short.

“Good boy, so many masters! Foot and foot... There are more than twenty or thirty people... basically people at the level of strength, so many... it seems that the world is very good, you can't really ignore it. ”

Holly looked at the square, more and more people, and her heart was also darkened surprised.

Because she can see that most of the people present, most of them are experts at the strength level, and there are a few particularly horrible breaths, although not able to reach the realm of the Danjin, but there is that kind of wild beast smell on the Black Fist King! The kind of extraordinarily cruel underground killer that comes out of the world at first glance.

Leaving the Danjin fighter's height behind doesn't count. Peter Medev, the king of black boxing, should be the strongest man outside of Danjin in Hollywood's calculations.

If they were any better at weapons, they would be no less lethal than Danjin masters.

But today, there are no fewer than three or five of the Black Fist Kings.

“Although we estimate that there are at least two or three hundred vigorous boxers around the world. Ten times less Dan Jin, but we estimate it, and it's far from there. It can be seen from the appearance of these figures today. ”

Holly is counting again.

“We at Tangmen are convening a martial arts congress, and naturally we have a survey of the world's best experts, roughly estimated, and there are at least two or three hundred of them around the world, but what we see now is far from that figure. It's not enough to count as a return team. It's Dan Jin's choice, but it's pretty much the same. Death, however, is not counted, and it is still rare. It is also true that the strength is the middle and upper levels, powerful in itself, but not as glorious as the Danjin master. Best for hiding, and once hidden, breakthroughs can be a bad thing. ”

Not to mention Ho Linger's estimation of the best in the world.

Wang Chao and Yin Qing's conversation, some of the hidden masters who arrived at Tang Gan in the presence, listened quietly, and whispered. Discuss everything.

“Li Yongji. You're here too. Unexpectedly, the first person to do it was a woman. ”

Beneath a tree beneath the pond, a body like a stone pier gives a hard feeling to black people in fluent English, wearing black silk clothes with a black strap fastened to the waist and a black colour all over the middle-aged humanity without a hint of clutter.

“Titan. Peter Medev is dead, and if you come out of the mountains, you can regain control of the vast black boxing market. The black boxing market in the world, how vast, how profitable, why don't you come out of the mountains? ”

The middle-aged man, all black, looked at the black man and spoke in English.

These two men, dressed in black, were coaches of the Jordanian royal family in a very vacuum karate, Koreans, Lee Yong-gi, who was president of the Order of Divine Hands.

Li Yongji is one of the most outstanding of the founders of the extreme vacuum karate known as Dashan Peida, whose nickname was "The Divine Hand”. After his death, some of his disciples founded a "Divine Hand Club”, in which there are many boxing masters.

And this black man, long ago, before Peter Medev was born, ruled the underground black boxing, an unbeatable boxer, and no one knew his name but his nickname was "Titan."

At his peak, he withdrew from the black boxing world without a trace, and then Peter Medev rose to take his place.

“Li Yongji, if you say so, will always be so wealthy with a seditious surname. But I quit the black boxing world at the most glorious time, and it had nothing to do with Peter Medev. However, your retreat seems to have nothing to do with the two people, one is Choi Changbai and the other is Ibaiti, but both of the major players are now dead. You can come out now. ”

“Titan." Hey, smile.

Words from two people, needle sharp opposite. It's all a knife and a heart.

“Well, let's not make a futile argument, Wang Chao, the boxing realm, deep and unpredictable. Invite us, and we'll have to be good. But today, with him, he's going to end up with Leviticus, and we shouldn't be in any danger. Later, when we started, we proposed that the two of us take a weapon against him, take his pride, and agree, I wonder if you'd like to join me? ”

Li Yongji closed his eyes.

“Old Mr. Gracie arrived today. His nephew, Rawan. Gracie was killed by Wang Chao, he is afraid of the dojo today, only to have ideas, this man's jujitsu as a skill, only to fear that he has surpassed the then said Ben Ghanagi Goro. Let's see how he does today. ”

Titan's eyes fell on an old man on the other side.

The old man, however, was squatting, squatting under a big tree, staring at the ground, but not at Wang Chao in the National Art Dojo, but watching a nest of ants move.

The old man was wearing a semi-old judo clothing that had washed a lot of water, and the white was a little yellow. Hair is a flat hair. His back bowed and his eyes were almost on the ground.

An old man, squatting on the ground watching ants move.

This old man is an ancient Judo from the Gracie family of Brazilian jujitsu.

Wang Chao killed Gracie in Stu's house, Rawan's famous jujitsu master, the old man's nephew.

“These foreigners have a few skills. But this is amazing.” At this moment, a young man hidden in a tree, shot down with his eyes. Later, he looked into the technical dojo.

“Hmm? That woman, she's amazing! Too powerful! This power... what a powerful explosive power! ”

At this moment, a loud and shocking noise shook everyone's ears slightly deaf!

The former underground black boxing ruler “Titan”, the black man, suddenly collapsed in a tight face at this moment, because at this point, with Wang Chao against the holding of the Indian Clear!

Imperial Clear, this weak woman, was fierce in her hand, almost beyond everyone's imagination.

Even the old Gracie, who squatted on the floor and looked at the ants, seemed to care nothing, raised his head. A pair of faint old eyes, bright as lightning piercing the dark sky!

Everyone's attention was focused on the sudden outbreak of Clear Print.

Indian Clear erupts suddenly, it's simple.

She took a big breath, the membrane all over her body, and it swelled. The clothes are like inflatable balloons, floating.

The iron shield in her hand, suddenly flashing up and down, her body spinning, running two steps in a row, using a mill.

Her runs, her stretches, her particular hubris, her steps run, her footsteps run over the ground, the surface of the Nanyang National Art Dojo is a solid wood floor, a piece of collapse, a burst, a fragment of the sky, a shadow of almost invisible people.

Her whole life was really like a human tank when she was dancing a shield.

Running! The shield drifted up and down, wrapped its entire body around it. One stroke, the crowd only saw, a giant human iron ball rolled instantly and hit the past towards Wang Chao!

With the use of the Fine Iron Shield, Indus' offense is several times more fierce than the fiercest Black Fist King ever!

In less than a second, Inquharu rushed into front of Wang Chao and punched out!

This thump, the stone broke in shock. Whimpering, like the sky dropped a dark thunderbolt.

Wang Chao is still standing still.

Hands stacked, a "heart mark” tied, fingers changing, fast as an electric stone fire, fantasy bubbles.

Even in the presence, the most intelligent Yin Yuan Yi of Wu Gong, saw that Wang Chao's gesture changed at this moment, could not see clearly, just felt Wang Chao's fingers, changed continuously about 50 or 60 times.

One finger, that's sixty minutes.

Wang Chao's change is really between moments.

Wang Chao faced the powerful offense of Indian Heaven, and directly attacked, is his most powerful heart and impression mother fist.

Yan Yuanyi could barely see clearly. At first, Wang Chao changed his gesture to “Heart Mark” and then to “Mitha Mark”. Then, he circled his hands and closed the "Vajra Wheel”. Then, he changed to “Like a Fetal Fist Mark”. Finally, his fists rose high and ended in "Sky Print”.

This string of forces, inside the ears of the crowd, heard a moment of loud noise, as if the river was running far and wide.

Whoa, whoa! Whoa, whoa!

In the fierce outburst of Indian sunshine, the floorboard, the shield flies, the big hammer whistling loud noise, everyone present, but in it, clearly heard another kind of noise, like the sound of water!

The sound of this water noise gives you the feeling of standing a few kilometers away listening to the Yellow River penetrate. The water noise is hidden in your ears. Although it is fine, the delicacy is huge!

“What's that sound? ”

A lot of people in the audience are hearing acutely. All heard the scene. In their heads, lightning turned the idea around, but they didn't have time to say anything.

Only the old Gracie family jujitsu, squatting on the floor and watching the ants, stood up. A few syllables came out of his mouth.

“Blood is ringing! ”

This old man is amazing, he shouted out in a second, no mistake. This voice is just Wang Chao Yi, the blood in his body is running, the sound is permeable erupting!

The moment this old man screams out his voice.

Louder voices erupted.

Wang Chao's two punches were printed on top of a clear shield and a hammer.

Boom!

In the eyes of everyone, a giant human iron ball collapses.

When it collapsed, the iron shield broke into many chunks, accompanied by the body of Indochina, and flied out of the national technical dojo.

(To be continued)