Romance of Dragons and Snakes

The next morning, 8: 00.

Overnight, the north wind cold, heavy snow and the next layer. When many martial artists attending the martial arts congress wake up in the morning, the snow like goose fur is still coming. Everyone can breathe long white air in the mouth and nose, and it can be seen how cold the weather is.

All the dining rooms for breakfast today are familiar with Soso, and there is no such thing as the first day of mourning. Martial artists who are familiar with the cruelty of the martial arts congress and who have not exited appear to be relaxed, most of them leaving life and death behind. All relieved of psychological stress.

Besides, many of the secret events that took place last night, the absence of Augustus and a few others, have also given rise to many controversies.

The participants in the martial arts congress were all Tibetan dragon lying tigers. Last night, Wang Chao pursued Augustus and was attacked by five major gunmen. He also struck many sensitive people.

“Uncle, did you witness Wang Chao's attack last night? Last night, I heard a little movement and ran out and there was no shadow.” The little lantern at the corner of the dining hall asked the old man with the colored glass-colored eyes.

“I saw it with my own eyes, until the end, Augustus, the ghost leopard was captured alive, and Wang Superlightning killed four other king gunmen. I saw every detail in my eyes. That battle was a hundred times better than at the martial arts convention.” The old man said, suddenly hey hey smiled: “Yesterday's scene, I only saw Wu Kong Xuanping. The ambush of the five great shooters, and one of the top Dando masters, hey, if I meet him, if I do my best, there's only a 50% chance of survival. ”

“Brother Kong Xuan, don't think about it so much. Last night, Wang Chao personally took the shot. Although he meant to kill the example monkeys and warn the gringos not to make small moves, he didn't necessarily mean to push us back. Yesterday I was hiding, but Wang Chao looked in my direction as he was walking with Augustus and the ghost leopard. I felt his eyes and obviously found me. I called Chen Tai Yi a ghost shadow. Although I can't say the best kung fu in the world, no one has ever seen it. Now, we can really see Wang Chao's falsehood, and it's exciting to think about dealing with such a powerful man. ”

An old man's way.

“The martial arts convention is about to begin, two brothers, let's go.” Yue Peng stood up: “Yan Yuanyi, Fengzhi, Chen Aiyang, Liu Ape Fei, these people are not fuel saving lights, we have to fight each other. It's not like there's no roadblocks. ”

“True enough, Chen Aiyang is still young and practicing Tai Chi Kung Fu. It's not enough to worry, but the woman who was very feisty actually defeated Igoyuan. It's a tough enemy. ”

The great masters of the three martial arts families talked and stood up and walked into the venue of the martial arts congress.

The computer's big screen flashed accurately and heartlessly at 8: 00 a.m. Yanjing time.

Thailand: Naipeng, Bao Master Bell.

China: Lin Tingfeng.

“Huh? This old man...”

Just as Naipeng of Thailand, Bao Shi Ling appeared, Huo Linger's eyebrows next to Wang Chao picked it out. “This is the ancient Thai boxing sect, unexpectedly appeared. Thai boxing of the Peng family is the most powerful family of Thai boxing. ”

Naipeng, Bao Shi Ling, a Thai boxer, is wearing a wide, ephedral top with ephedral shorts. The skin on the body and the skin on the face are grooved, only one meter and six, showing the tropical man's small. He's an old man. I can't tell how old I am.

This Thai fighter, he doesn't have anything like hemp rope wrapped around his hand, is a bare fist. Walked off the field like a nail to the ground.

“Nguyen Hung Xiu practiced under his door, this martial arts fight, see Lin Tingfeng's luck. ”

Wang Chao, look at this. Master Bao, say a word. With Wang Chao's eyes, it can be seen naturally that this is the top master of the Thai boxing world. The old generation of boxing has not made a move for many years. A master like Nguyen Hung Xiu has asked him to teach.

The battle was also quite exciting. Lin Tingfeng was a master of swordsmanship, and he was Pong. Although unknown, the Bao Master bell is in the circle of the Thai boxing world, but is in the same position as the Master. Both have very high status. It's also a powerful party.

Lin Tingfeng came down with a sword.

Next, Lin Tingfeng looked at the old man in the typical tropics and said, "Shall we compare to weapons?”, but Nathan... Bao Shi's face moved a little, shook his hand, also spoke a Thai sentence, and nine out of ten people present did not understand.

Lin Tingfeng doesn't understand either. If it was English, he understood French, but Thai, especially Turkish, he didn't understand it at all.

So he lifted the sword in his hand.

The bell shook its head again and extended its fist out of its sleeve.

The meaning is obvious. Naebong Bao Master Bell does not agree with the comparison of weapons.

For the first time, opinions were not uniform.

At this point, the Wudao General Assembly staff finally came to an end, and after a while of communicating with each other, the big screen on the computer flashed again. It was obviously a drawing of lots between the two.

Finally, the rating on the big screen is on two words.

These two words are "hand-held.”

Obviously, the result of the drawing of lots was that the two men tried to fight with no weapons and with no hands.

“Hey, Lin Tingfeng is unlucky.” Wang Chao sighed. On the site, Jianghai's gaze suddenly narrowed. Luo Xiaomeng's face also showed a slight discomfort.

Lin Tingfeng was also Kuida. After the result, he threw the long sword in his hand and wrapped his sleeves. The sword finger is hidden behind you. Breathe up and down. Adjust your status.

And Naebeong. Bao Master's bell cracked open his mouth and laughed. Absolutely, the ditch on his face was broken tightly, as if he had undergone surgery. His old face was smooth. His brown and black face turned yellow instantly. Yellow and red again. It was like a good ju sand glass tile. The whole person's skin seemed to brush a layer of glass.

Lin Tingfeng saw Naipeng. Master Bao's face changed with such a change.

“Unexpectedly, yoga also has doors that resemble dead meditation.” Zhu Hongzhi's eyelids jumped.

The bell at the opening of the martial arts congress rang relentlessly.

Lin Tingfeng's hand suddenly penetrated through a long whistle, a “cactus guide”, stabbed straight into the brow heart of Pong, Bao Master's bell. This sword, with all its strength, is in a fluttering position, beating people to the balls, beating them to the eyes first. Shows the style of a generation of master swordsman.

Naipung Bao Shi's bell blinked without blinking, his hands suddenly lifted, like a tiger scratch, between the scratches, his body burst like thunder, his body suddenly swelled up, this is the intense effect of pneumoconiosis skin film. Vigorous to the extreme.

As a result, everyone almost saw Lin Tingfeng's arm to be smashed to pieces.

But Lin Tingfeng, after pointing out half of the way, suddenly changed, and hung up, his feet twisted, his fingers unmarked holes penetrated Naipeng. The belly of the master bell.

Lin Tingfeng's hand, the kung fu under his feet seems to have stepped on a snake, twisted, his body uncertain, and weird.

This is the sword of the Nine Palaces sword, "True Martial Snake”.

Boom!

But this must have killed a sword finger and hit a hard bone.

It's Naebong. Bao Shi's knee gently lifted as if a shield resisted Lin Tingfeng's finger hole through his abdomen.

Lin Tingfeng turned his finger and moved two inches, touching Naipeng. Bao master bell knee ring jump hole.

Although the knee is hard, there are also minor weaknesses in the stiff areas. Lin Tingfeng's sword fingers were impenetrable. Specializing in strength.

However, Naipeng, Bao Master's bell will not let Lin Tingfeng point to a fragile point in his knee, which seems to be the tip of the gun, suddenly a bouncing, powerful, strike back against Lin Tingfeng's wrist.

Lin Tingfeng knew that he could not be hit by a knee. His hands hurried and he sighed “shame” in his heart. If you have a sword in your hand, you can cut off the other person's entire knee with a slight spin, but your fingers are now ten times less powerful.

Lin Tingfeng, at the slight juncture of his retracted wrist, shook on all sides, the air exploded violently, in his eyes, a dozen large, dark elbow shadows broke into the air!

This is Naebong. The Bao Master bell seized the opportunity and launched a fierce counterattack.

Lin Tingfeng's kung fu, eighty-nine out of ten is on the sword, the fist method is a mysterious and variable path, although it can also be fierce, but compared to the thai boxing sect's fierceness is a shame.

In Naipeon. Under such a crazy sudden strike back, Lin Tingfeng backed up continuously, his footsteps flashed.

The space is huge enough for Lin Tingfeng to retreat.

But, Naebong. Master Bao's bell, this Thai boxing sect, does not relax, his strength seems endless, momentum, fist, elbow, constant attack, seems to be a three-headed, six-arm, forced Lin Tingfeng completely only hidden power.

A strange scene appeared on the venue.

Naipeng, Bao Shi's bell fists and feet were fierce, and a fierce chase hit, with a fierce explosion in the air, while Lin Tingfeng kept retreating.

The two of them chased back and forth, and the horses kept their hooves and feet back thousands of meters, as if they were running long.

After kilometers, Lin Tingfeng's foot seemed to be a breath unable to turn, slowed by half beat, by Naipeng, Bao Shi bell's elbow, hit the arm, then made progress, three punches and two feet, beat the flesh blurred, fell on the ground, struggled twice, did not move.

A generation of masters of swordsmanship, in hand-to-hand combat, was punched to death.

Wang Chao sighed. It is clear to my heart that if it is more than a weapon, no matter what Naebong, Bao Master bell can take, Lin Tingfeng cannot be beaten. Lin Tingfeng's swordsmanship, even Baliming had a problem.

Unfortunately, Lin Tingfeng had no luck and was able to fight with his bare hands.

Lin Tingfeng died, Luo Xiaomeng stood up suddenly, his eyes were full of killing machines, and he looked down at Naipeng. Master Bao's bell.

Lin Tingfeng was the most prestigious of the first Chinese boxers to die in the Wudao Congress.

Many Chinese masters present, such as Bai Quan Yi, Zhu Hongzhi, etc. do not have much empathy with Lin Tingfeng, but seeing this situation, the rabbit is still a little sad.

Lin Tingfeng's death put another layer of bloody blood on the martial arts convention the following day.

The flashing of the computer's big screen continued, the next day, the second scene.

Tangmen, Baiquanyi, China.

Russia: Khmerlov.

Bai Quan Yi moved his muscles and walked to the site. And opposite him, Chlamylov had already stood opposite him.

This mysterious Russian, as always, has a faint, polar bear-like brutality.

“Mr. Bai, a Chinese martial artist has died in my hands, but my hand is not satisfied, so be the second. ”

Khmerlov spoke face-to-face.

This Khmerlov has been turned for the second time.

In yesterday's game, he killed the young Zhang Shaogong, the national martial arts champion of the National Team.

“Is it worth bragging about killing a man who practises his routine?” White Springs' lips moved, standing still, waiting quietly, waiting for the bell to start.

Urgent ringing of bells!

While the bell rang, Khmerlov almost simultaneously with Baiquan.

However, Bai Quan Yi was faster, when Khmerlov had just fisted a foot, bam, Bai Quan Yi had said that the punch had hit his fist, and then swung the Russian's heavy punch, and then a long hand of "White Leopard Claw" nail had caught Khmerlov's face.

Khmerlov never thought that White Springs would be so fast. His heavy punch was caught in the white spring and his hands were painful, showing his opponent's strong bones and a hard skin film.

With a roar, Kermilov's head leaned aside and his footsteps backwards. He escaped the grasp of Bai Quan Yi, but Bai Quan Yi's wrist suddenly flipped, his muscles bounced forward, and his nails actually popped an inch.

Pfft, pull Komirov's face out of five bloody traces.

The claws were so harsh that the flesh on Khmerlov's face rolled over and the crushed flesh and blood pulled off, it was unspeakable.

But this is not a fatal wound, for a fierce soldier, it is not even enough to affect combat power.

Khmerlov shouted again, his fist turned a very insidious corner and suddenly struck under the ribs of Baiquan. This punch, the curvature is very strange, as if it appeared empty, and the power is incredible, and there is no wind at all.

However, Bai Quan Yi's hand hid under his ribs, beat Wing Chun's short stroke, stood up to the punch, his body retracted three steps, suddenly swept forward, a type of "flying leopard chain”, the fist grabbed Kemirov's face continuously.

Khmerlov was going to jump, but Baiquan went backwards and backwards and rushed ahead of him.

The sharp claws reached his face again, and Kermilov hurriedly lifted his elbows up, protecting his face, while striking hard into the hands of the white spring.

But Bai Quan Yi's claws sank weirdly, shuddering! It actually landed on Khmerlov's chest.

The clothes are torn!

Flesh and flesh, several deep bloodstains appeared.

Between Kermilov's fierce retreat, he saw his chest all shattered, his skin rolled over his chest, his blood flowing long, and the finely shattered foam, and a demonic roar suddenly broke out!

He got angrier.

Unfortunately, just as he growled, Bai Quanyi jumped up again, and the sharp leopard fist claw reached his head, causing him to breathe.

Aah!

Between the dodges, Khmerlov made yet another shocking roar, while White Springs had one more ear on his hand.

White Springs grabbed him and ripped his right ear off.

Next, every strike by Khmerlov is dissolved by the White Springs, and every strike by the White Springs takes a piece of meat from this tall Russian.

Every time he was caught in the White Springs, Khmerlov roared angrily. The more aggressive the counterattack, the more useless it is, the more powerful the White Springs are.

Boom!

After thirty rounds of fighting, Khmerlov's clothes have been shattered and he has no good skin. Health is also gradually depleting.

Suddenly, Bai Quan showed a series of killing moves, “Caesarean Heart Excavation," “Umbilical Drawing," “Neck Breaking Throat Throat Throat Throat Throat," “Leopard Demon Stripping.” Recruiting horrors, like demons.

Ah! Khmerlov tried to hide and suddenly a howl broke out, his body twisted, and everyone in the room shouted. Turns out a piece of meat on his thigh was dug out alive by Baiquan.

This piece of meat is very large and fist-sized.

Khmerlov's body finally lost its support and swayed, but for a few seconds he swayed, White Springs was relentless.

Puffing, puffing, and a few more slap-sized pieces of meat on the ground.

It's all white springs dug up and thrown on the floor.

It's not a duel anymore, it's sooner or later!

“ ……. This is... ”At this time, in a tall compartment, Russian Prime Minister Pupkin saw it all in his eyes, his mouth drummed and his face pale.

And some of the other big people in the compartment from abroad actually vomited.

Finally, Bai Quan Yi snatched a pair of dragons and pierced Khmerlov's eyes, finally stopping. At the same time as he stopped, he had no expression on his face, but calmed down as if the butcher was dismembering an animal.

“This video is forbidden. Destroy it now!” At the same time, such an order was issued in a secret control room.

Fight over.

Everyone in this room, with the exception of a few top experts, is in a cold sweat.

Bai Quan Yi means, at this moment, famous to all quarters.

“I'm in a lot of trouble this time. After all, this is not an underground black fist. ”

After the battle, Bai Quan Yi walked to the stage and said a word to Wang Chao. He is also aware that this martial arts congress, while not afraid of casualties under the divine rules, was so brutal that there would certainly be no good afterwards, even domestically, to his detriment for some of its effects.

“There I am. ”

Wang Chao only said three words.

Bai Quanyi's attack once again stained the blood of the Martial Arts Congress with a thick layer.

Khmerlov's body quickly lifted down. More than fifty more fights followed, and the day passed. The night after the martial arts, it was very quiet, seemed to have been deterred by Wang Chao the first night, and basically nobody was moving.

Then came the third day of fighting.

There seems to be a fate on the big electronic screen to arrange an alarming battle every day.

The third day starts with two exciting names.

Tangmen, China: Chen Aiyang.

Stateless: god.

(To be continued)