The flask was put down, and he slowly raised his head, looking at the lone eagle standing on the high platform, and his expression was proud.

Luo Qingcang smiled, perhaps because he knew very well that the pot of wine was reserved for him, he lit a cigarette and said with words in his mouth: "This is a bit like Master Chen Tian's apprentice." ”

As soon as his words fell, Zhao Pixiu's steps were thunderous, and every step splashed a splash, and his fist shattered the snow falling in the air.

The sharp fist broke at an angle that was almost impossible to dodge, and Ah Bin's face was heavy, and he raised his elbow to spread out the brute force fist.

In an instant, Zhao Pixiu's other heavy punch fell on Ah Bin's chest like lightning, directly breaking Ah Bin, which was as fast as a thunderous fist, but it had huge power, which was enough to show that Zhao Pixiu was not a trick.

Everyone not far away undoubtedly gasped, especially Dong Huangshi and others, he thought that Zhao Pixiu had hole cards, but he didn't expect Zhao Pixiu to be able to hide so deeply, as far as he was concerned, he clearly understood in his heart that he was probably not Zhao Pixiu's opponent, or anyone present, of course, except for the man who sat firmly on the Diaoyutai.

Taking five steps back in a row, Abin has not stabilized his body, Zhao Pixiu chased after him with the unique steps of a boxer, and fell with a heavy fist, directly on Abin's shoulder, and then on his left chest, but the third punch of this set of combination punches hit an empty one, Abin took two punches hard, and flashed to the dead corner of Zhao Pixiu's attack, and then fell with a fierce fist.

This punch hit Zhao Pixiu's left ribs, which was also the weak point of the person, but Abin felt that it hit the stone, and almost did not cause any pause to Zhao Pixiu, and Zhao Pixiu had already landed a heavy punch.

Barely dodging this punch, Zhao Pixiu killed Abin again like a heavy tank, this fierce offensive was as fierce as ten thousand arrows, making it impossible to imagine how to survive under this heavy punch.

The situation became one-sided.

Wang Chuhe looked at such a scene, and couldn't help frowning and said, "Let him die under Zhao Pixiu's fist, is it really okay?"

Wang Chuhe's words obviously made Luo Qingcang laugh, of course, for a layman like Wang Chuhe, it is understandable to say this.

Luo Qingcang just said meaningfully: "Do you need to make a bet? If there is no intervention from a third party, Zhao Pixiu will be beaten to death." ”

Wang Chuhe smiled bitterly and shook his head again and again, he believed in Luo Qingcang's illusion more than he believed in his own intuition.

Zhao Pixiu was still attacking with his head down, and Abin didn't know how many punches he had eaten, and the corners of his mouth were already bleeding, and he was tired of parrying.

Whether it is Dong Huangshi, who has experienced a hundred battles, or Jiang Yinsnake, the son of the Lian family, they all think that this lone wolf will not hold on, but Xia Linqing's expression is a little subtle.

Another punch fell, and Zhao Pixiu slammed out towards Abin's gap again.

The fist did not fall on Abin's chin, but was blocked by an elbow, Zhao Pixiu continued to attack without giving up, and then was resolved one by one.

Maybe his fist is fast enough, maybe his fist is strong enough, but his attack method is clearly seen by this lone wolf at the expense of overdraft, and Zhao Pixiu, who is only limited to attacking, does not observe the slightest.

He was so eager to present himself that he neglected the most basic thing about the duel, which was that it was an offensive and defensive battle.

So the defending side began to attack, and when the horn of attack sounded, Zhao Pixiu only felt his fist fall on his cheek.

Very heavy, extremely heavy, at least Zhao Pixiu's body had a three-second pause.

It was these three seconds that changed the whole situation.

The fists fell like raindrops, punch after punch, fist after fist, fist to the flesh, no mercy, no superfluous movements, only hurt, non-stop hurt.

Burst, force!

"Guo Yegun has indeed taken his Tiangang Fist to the next level, with strength, speed, and opportunity. Luo Qingcang smiled, not disappointed at all because of Zhao Pixiu's disadvantage, but with a little more relief on his face.

Someone exerts force, someone will retreat, someone will retreat, and someone will fall, it is only a matter of time.

Zhao Pixiu's attack just now did almost force Abin to death, but the same kind of attack consumed a huge amount of physical strength, Zhao Pixiu wanted to fight quickly, but his attack that almost abandoned defense from the beginning completely betrayed him.

Zhao Pixiu retreated, this didn't seem to be a fist that was a force to fall on his body surprisingly painfully, this was the third time Zhao Pixiu felt the strength of this lone wolf.

The first time was when this lone wolf put down Wang Tanzhi.

The second time was this lone wolf who took down Wang Mang and Li Xunyang one after another.

This is the third time, Zhao Pixiu is extremely sure in his heart at the moment that if he fights against Abin, who is in his heyday, he will not have any chance of winning, but now, it is still a little different.

Finally, a gap flashed in front of him again, he did not hesitate, no longer defending his fatality, and broke a punch fiercely, not waiting for the flesh to enter the flesh, the second punch was already ready to go.

He was already skilled at this set of cascades of lower jabs and left hooks, the first punch was just a feint, and the real strangulation was the second punch.

This is a tried and tested move by the left-handed Zhao Pixiu.

Perhaps it was because he had pressed everything down like this, and he used all his strength for this punch.

The snowflakes were so cold, but the blood was boiling and burning.

Heavy breathing, frozen gaze, fists falling heavily.

A hand drilled into Zhao Pixiu's open mind like a spiritual snake.

This is a straight smash to the Yellow Dragon's sticking to the mountain.

The stall collapsed and relied on, and the clouds flowed.

It was as if a fast-moving car had hit his body, Zhao Pixiu spit out a mouthful of blood, his internal organs seemed to be broken, and his body floated in the air like snowflakes, but it fell heavily to the ground.

The nails of the girl in the car sank into the white palm, and her expression was a little worried.

Dong Huangshi and the others were in a mess, and the man standing on the high platform had an indifferent expression and took the first step forward slightly.

Jiang Yinsnake, who was closest to Zhao Pixiu and closest to this battlefield, stepped out almost without hesitation, he knew very well that Zhao Pixiu had lost his ability to act at this time, and if he didn't stop it, he might kill someone.

Damn it, it's not Zhao Pixiu, it's that lone wolf.

As soon as the only man in Beicheng who could lose to Wang Tanzhi took a few steps, he felt a chill in his back, and he grabbed the back of his neck with his big hand, and then pulled violently, and a punch fell on his back.

The huge impact force made Jiang Yinsnake shake all over, and his body had already lost its balance, like a marionette thrown out by brute force.

It's really overwhelming.