"Boom!"

It's another crazy clash of iron fists against iron fists!

The sword mantis was born with divine power, and when he saw Wang Hao shaking himself in the most stupid way, he was directly happy in his heart, and secretly scolded Wang Hao for being a simple-minded SB with underdeveloped limbs.

However, after the collision, it became clear who the real SB was.

In an instant, the smug smile on the corner of the mantis's mouth disappeared without a trace, replaced by disbelief in horror and pain.

The knife mantis endured the crushing pain in his arm, and persevered for half a minute, before he was finally overwhelmed and retreated backwards.

Wang Hao raised his eyebrows and said, "Brother, you are not my opponent, let's go down obediently, after all, it will take a hundred days to break your muscles and bones!"

Hearing Wang Hao's ridicule, Dao Lang was furious, and roared hysterically: "Hmph, Wang Hao, you don't want to be rampant, if you don't give you a little power, you don't know how many eyes Ma Wang Ye has?"

Before the cold words landed, I saw Daolang lying directly on the ground. With his hands on the ground, he is completely a big praying mantis.

Seeing the sword mantis suddenly pose like a POSS, Wang Hao's pupils shrank slightly, and he shouted in a little surprise: "Seven Star Mantis Boxing?"

Seeing Wang Hao say the name of his boxing technique, the sword mantis laughed proudly.

"Hmph, Wang Hao, you still have a little knowledge. Yes, this is the Seven Star Mantis Fist. Today, I'm going to see how you break my punch?"

Before the words could be fully spoken, the sword mantis pounced on Wang Hao with its teeth and claws.

Seeing the sword mantis killing, Wang Hao's mind immediately appeared all kinds of information about the Seven Star Mantis Boxing.

Seven Star Mantis Boxing, also known as Luohan Mantis Boxing, one of the traditional Chinese boxing techniques, belongs to a kind of Northern Mantis Boxing. Its basic posture is based on the "Seven Star Steps". Its strength is brittle, horizontal, and slamming.

The boxing method focuses on its meaning, not in its shape, rigid and soft, and the technique is virtual and real, and there are positive and strange. The general rules are kicking, hitting, falling, taking, and pointing.

Sure enough, the first move of the knife mantis was to raise his leg to kick Wang Hao's lower abdomen.

Wang Hao's arms were outstretched, and the white crane was like bright wings, and he quickly retreated, narrowly avoiding his kick.

When the mantis saw that he kicked into the air, he changed his move in the air and used the second move of the mantis fist, fighting.

He clenched his fists, and hit the cow across the mountain with a blow, blasting into Wang Hao's heart.

His punch was silent, but Wang Hao didn't dare to have any underestimation.

Wang Hao knew very well in his heart that although this punch seemed ordinary, he didn't even have a fist style. But if he is hit, he will inevitably have to have a big hole in his chest.

Sensing this, Wang Hao was like the most agile monkey in the world, and suddenly turned sideways and back, narrowly dodging this punch.

Two moves in a row hit the air, and the knife mantis was horrified, and immediately he performed a third move, grabbing.

His palms were like knives, his fingers were slightly bent, showing the appearance of sharp claws, and he grabbed Wang Hao's shoulder fiercely, trying to give him an over-the-shoulder fall, which made him stumble and make him walk against the wall.

Wang Hao tilted his head, squatted down suddenly, and passed by the knife mantis.

The sword mantis will use these two tricks again, take and point, and use them all. But every time Wang Hao can see the moves, and the mysterious and mysterious solutions make him quite depressed.

Wang Hao smiled coldly and said, "Brother, it's time for me to make a move!"

Looking at the eight little white teeth that were exposed when Wang Hao grinned and spoke, the knife mantis couldn't help but be shocked.

Wang Hao made a horse step, his right hand clenched into a fist, and his knuckles creaked.

"Fight cattle across the mountains!"

Then, I saw him suddenly burst into a shout, like the eight gods in the King of Fighters, and with a straight hook, he blasted towards the knife mantis.

Seeing that Wang Hao's punch was like a tiger, the sword mantis didn't dare to have any carelessness, he crossed his hands to form a semi-arc defensive formation, in a vain attempt to block Wang Hao's punch.

"Boom!"

"Click!"

As soon as they clashed, a creepy sound of bones breaking suddenly sounded.

Then, I saw the whole body of the sword mantis, like a kite with a broken string, flying straight upside down.

At the moment when he was about to fly out of the ring, the waist of the knife mantis suddenly exerted force, like twisting a twist, stabilizing the center of gravity of the body, so that he did not fall off the stage.

Seeing this scene, Wang Hao habitually pursed his lips.

He let out a loud shout, swung his iron fist, and slammed into the marble ring at his feet.

"Boom!"

The marble-paved ring cracked a crack on the spot, and a fist slammed towards the knife mantis along the crack.

The knife mantis has not stabilized the center of gravity of its body, and it encountered Wang Hao's real record of fighting cattle across the mountain, the center of gravity of the whole body is unstable, and when a mouthful of old blood spurts out in the air, his eyes are black, and he falls to the ground with a bang.

In an instant, the audience was silent!

Wang Hao clapped his hands, looking like a hanger, and even with a harmless smile on his face.

It's just that this smile makes people's hearts chill when they look at it, and they feel a cold sweat swishing on their backs.

In this battle, Wang Hao used his fists to prove that he stood in this position and deserved it.

With a smug smile on his face, he glanced down and finally landed on Dongfang Wuji's body.

Dongfang Wuxi's face sank slightly, and he smiled fiercely: "Yes, you really surprised me." I hope tomorrow's decisive battle, you don't let me down!"

Wang Hao pretended to be careless, snapped his fingers casually, and said, "Don't worry, I Wang Hao will not let you down anyone." But ......"

Halfway through his words, Wang Hao suddenly stopped, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he smiled coldly: "But please don't let me down!"

Dongfang Wuxian saw that Wang Hao came to scold himself so mercilessly, how could he, who had always been arrogant, stand such an insult?

If the conditions allowed, he couldn't wait to rush up now and knock Wang Hao, who was beaten with a bad face, off the stage.

Wang Hao didn't bother to pay attention to him, put his hands in his pockets, put on a POSS that he thought was very handsome, humming a folk tune, and admiring the beautiful eyebrows in the audience.

However, none of these cuties seem to be very interested in him.

What about flowers?

What about applause?

What about the girl who wants to give him a monkey?

Wow, what the hell, why don't you even have one!

Hey, in this regard, China, as a state of etiquette, is a bit inferior to European and American countries.

The cuties of European and American countries began to undress as soon as they were excited, and threw photos and *** everywhere. What's more, he even ran naked on the spot. It was like being beaten with chicken blood, cheering loudly.

The knife mantis was carried into the ambulance by medical personnel, and the referee stepped forward to announce Wang Hao's victory.

However, for this victory, Wang Hao did not have much joy in his heart. It was completely expected, and it was tomorrow's duel that really cheered him up.

A duel between yourself and the East without a trace!