Romance of Dragons and Snakes

After experiencing Chinese, the two great young baptized masters who said that the spiritual martial arts of the two major ethnic groups were fighting each other, finally began to confront each other positively.

At the same time that the bells of the martial arts congress began to ring.

Wang Hongji, Tan Wendong, the fists of the two young masters collided together, making a huge muscle fight sound, then split up, three steps back each to pay attention.

Wang Hongji has used Wudang's five poisonous fists, his left wrist is really like a scorpion barb, while his right hand is pinched into a snake shape, but unlike the snake-shaped fist in the sense, it is shaking slightly in a mysterious position.

The right serpent left scorpion, the serpent staggered, was supposed to be a very negative punch. But Wang Hongji's power of virgin merit prompted him, but he appeared to be absolutely upright and possessed a bright ambition.

Tan Wendong is still a lazy look of a sunny teenager, his hands support, set into Tang Gan gossip palm, standing upright, not wandering, his eyes are interested to stare at his opponent.

Wang Hongji's gaze was sharp and Tan Wendong's gaze lazy.

The two young masters showed a very different spiritual temperament and their own understanding of boxing.

They all have their own things.

All of a sudden, Wang Hongji made another move. One hand came out like a snake, and the blinking hole penetrated Tan Wendong's eyes. His fingers were hooked, but he wanted to dig people's eyes with a sharp force.

Waiting for Tan Wendong to block his hand, Wang Hongji's other silent counterhand hooked, which happened to reach Tan Wendong's waist.

This scorpion seemed powerless, but everyone in the room looked at it, but there was a sharp ray of needle puncture that made people feel punctured and injected venom into their hands.

This poison, this sharp, non-poisonous hand, poisonous fist intent, Wang Hongji practiced Wudang Five Poisonous Hands to the point of exorcism.

In the face of this move, Tan Wendong's lazy look converged, his eyes thickened, suddenly turned back to pick, with gossip back to his waist to pick the scorpion flying, at the same time entering, a fierce hand “through the cloud to chase electricity” to directly stab the throat.

These two tricks make it possible to describe them in terms of drift, between the picking and the plugging, they have an elegant and tolerant style, there is no half-light of fireworks, even, the two tricks do not have the round flavor of gossip.

This kind of gossip is almost self-contained.

“Huh?”

Rao was Wang Hongji to dispel all the noise in his heart and face the gossip of Tan Wendong, who completely disagreed with the situation. My heart was also surprised. I shook my head in a hurry. My hands were like shears. I cut them in front of my throat, causing a "scissor hand” to collapse into the other party's palm and push forward, while flying up a foot.

Tan Wendong hurried back and stood up. After the two of them had spelled each other out, they separated themselves, looked at each other and did not give in to each other.

“It's dangerous! ”

Wang Hongji shouted in his heart. If he hadn't been strong enough, he would have been robbed by Tan Wendong. He would surely have been attacked indefinitely by the other party and eventually defeated.

The banner drums are the same, and once they fall behind the wind, it's hard to get them back.

“Wang Hongji, be careful.” Tan Wendong glanced at each other and said six words faintly, suddenly his feet fluttered from left to right, like a woven shuttle worn, his body was extremely fast and flashing uncertain, making Wang Hongji unable to grasp specific directions.

This is a roundabout in the gossip palm, in Tan Wendong, enough to confuse the master's vision, even feel, the other party can not find the direction of their attack.

After flashing left and right, all of a sudden, Tan Wendong's heel didn't know how to spin, but he actually reached behind Wang Hongji and struck out again!

This is not the flying blow just now, but the mountains fall into the sea, the giant waves are generally stiff, the palms have not yet reached, the air blows up, and at the same time the noise of the broken sky is sharp, the sound of this palm can seem to pierce the human body! Smash!

Nobody thought that such a sunny teenager, Tan Wendong, could strike such fierce applause.

Wang Hongji also felt the cold behind his back, but he didn't panic. He rushed out two steps in front of his body and held Tan Wendong in one big hand. At the same time, he went in, a continuous hug, straight into each other's waist, and he still had to hold the other's entire body.

“The moon in your arms? ”

At this time, Tan Wendong also slightly moved the corner of his eyes. He felt Wang Hongji's hug, which completely sealed all his changes. His hands were closed together, his hands were also blocked, and he could not have any strength.

Faced with that move, he had to back off.

Fortunately, his gait was very fast and he was in the process of retreating, such as a wind chip electric brake, which was instantly five or six meters.

However, Wang Hongji walked faster, it was like a shadow and did not give Tan Wendong any respite.

One hug, one back, and the blink is 30 to 40 meters.

Looking at it like this, Tan Wendong is in danger.

But then, unexpectedly, Tan Wendong suddenly caught his body and drilled down a few dozen meters after retreating, as if it were a "Golden Cicada Shell Removal”, but his figure was a bit unusual, not the authentic kind.

Wang Hongji naturally wouldn't let him flash his "moon in his arms” with "Golden Cicada Shell Removal”. His hands were between his hugs, fishing next, tens of fingers wide, bent into hooks, and held Tan Wendong's body.

However, the momentum of Tan Wendong's drilling suddenly caught up again, changed his way, obliquely snatched eight steps out of Wang Hongji's range.

“Huh?” Wang Hongji also did not expect Tan Wendong to actually drill out. He looked at the shape of the other party, and also saw clearly that the other party had taken eight steps in a row. The leg method bounced like a bow string, which turned out to be Tan's leg running method.

“Tam's leg has long been lost. Eight steps to catch up with the cicada? ”

Wang Hongji had a classic trick in his head, but his body followed him violently and continued to attack. Of course, he couldn't let Tan Wendong handle it like this.

However, just as he rushed out of his body, Tan Wendong was eight steps. He actually snatched back at him, and a long breath sputtered violently. His palms came out together, fast as lightning bolt, and burst out continuously.

Wang Hongji felt only a shadow of the palm of the mountain strike, covering the critical parts of his body.

“He must have just carried out eight steps to catch up with the cicada, and used the Tangmen Dragon Snake to hit the giant Python Dan, stimulating the potential, fiercely attacking, to knock me down, if I could survive this wave of attack, he would not be able to sustain his strength. ”

Wang Hongji instantly understood why Tan Wendong's attack was so fierce.

So he took a deep breath, stretched his muscles all over his body, unleashed his strength, punched his palms, and instantly the two fought hard, splitting hundreds of hands.

It's all real kung fu, no fancy little whistle.

“Why is he getting heavier and heavier?” Wang Hongji only felt Tan Wendong's hand heavier than one, his punch more fierce than one punch, and his shocking, horrifying, impoverished chase, forced him not to breathe back, hard can not support.

Finally.

Wang Hongji couldn't hold his breath. He slowed his hand a little. He was chopped down by Tan Wendong, his hands in a row. He broke open his defensive blocked hands and punched them over his shoulder.

Knock!

Dislocate your shoulders and let your arms sag softly.

“I lost! ”

Covering his arms, Wang Hongji took dozens of steps in a row. His face was pale and he made an unfortunate sound.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Tan Wendong also did not answer Wang Hongji's words at all, because he was busy only panting, he could not answer at all. His whole body of sweat had been soaked everywhere for a long time.

Wang Hongji was right to speculate. This round of fierce attacks is the limit of his outbreak. As long as he has suffered the hard past, he is the end of a strong crossbow. Silk cannot be penetrated and can only be slaughtered. Unfortunately, Wang Hongji's onslaught did not resist. At the end of the period, he was weak, exasperated and led to defeat.

When Wang Hongji walked out of the field with his arms in his arms, Tan Wendong gasped for a few more breaths before finally moving forward and walking out with a wet imprint step by step.

The sweat on his body seemed like a faucet that couldn't be shut off and was still dripping.

“You haven't had this level in the end. It's really a win or a loss. His health is exhausted.” When Wang Hongji walked to the observatory, Luo Xiaomeng looked at Tan Wendong in the distance and shook his head with a deep sigh.

“Win or lose by God, we can't control it. You and Holly still have a war to fight, depending on how you are.” Wang Hongji's face has returned to normal at this time, but unfortunately he still hangs on his face.

After this round.

Another round of new fighting.

On the computer's big screen, two big, bright red names appeared.

Zhao Xinglong.

Liu Jiajun.

Seeing their names, the two young masters went to the center of the field and nodded at each other. Instead of drawing swords like before, they appeared polite, as if they were not fighting for the brutal battle of the top ten masters in the world, but communicating and consulting privately and easily.

Seeing the style of these two young masters, those present couldn't help but nod their heads in darkness.

Even those who kill foreigners like hemp cannot help but create the sentiment that "Chinese are a nation of etiquette” at this moment.

These two young masters, Zhao Xinglong, are rough, of course, it's just relative.

Liu Jiajun is the most handsome young master, the one with the wind of the jade tree, wearing light blue clothes, nodding between his head, arching his fists, and putting down his hands, each pose is full of fine carving style. It can't be seen that this is a collection of authentic Taiwanese eight poles, white monkeys on their backs, hanging long thumps and other dozens of powerful martial arts masters.

Wherever he stood, there was a word called style.

Even the gentleman-speaking aristocrats of Western countries feel like savages when they see him.

“Such a stylish oriental master would be better served as a son-in-law. ”

At this time, the Western nobility who watched the martial arts congress through a variety of channels had this idea in their minds, while Liu Jiajun had long been the idol of those young Western Homen girls.

(To be continued)