CHAPTER XIX

Seeing another wave of thugs rushing out, Lin Yang's face did not change, and he stood motionless on the ground.

These little gangsters all came with their bare hands, and they were very imposing.

"Ahh

A thug roared angrily and threw a fist at Lin Yang's head.

This time the strength is very strong, although he is not a practitioner, and he is not possessed by a god like Lin Yang, but this time it is indeed very powerful, if it is solid, ordinary people will have to faint immediately.

But Lin Yang is possessed by death, and he doesn't care about this kind of goods at all.

With the same punch, Lin Yang's fist collided with the gangster's fist impartially, only to hear a muffled bang, the gangster suddenly took a few steps back, shook his fist and shouted pain.

"Holy shit, this kid's fists are so hard!"

The thug said a word, holding the beaten fist and never making a move again, obviously being scared by Lin Yang.

"Why, with this little ability, you just ran here?"

Lin Yang snorted disdainfully and continued to stretch out his contemptuous middle finger.

"Boy, look for death!" A thug roared, and an arrow rushed out, moving from side to side, as if stepping on something, his palm stretched out, and slowly floated out a palm towards Lin Yang.

Not good, this trick is strange!

Seeing the other party's tricks, Lin Yang didn't dare to slack off, although he had his own Death Possession, but when he encountered some little martial arts masters, he was still a rookie.

Look at this, the formation on his feet is clearly a gossip array, and this light and fluttering palm that seems to have no strength is the gossip palm.

Good guy, you can still order martial arts?

Lin Yang's eyes were sharp, and after being possessed by the god of death, his insight skyrocketed, and he could see through ordinary tricks at a glance.

But this palm is not small, and Lin Yang's insight can't be seen through.

When people come out of their palms, I also slap them!

Lin Yang stretched out his palm like lightning and violently bonded it with the fluttering palm.

There was not a trace of sound, it was a completely silent contest.

Palmed, Lin Yang was knocked out from afar, and sat on the ground with his buttocks, and the palm of his hand was already in unbearable pain.

And the bastard, still standing there, motionless, let out a long breath and withdrew his palm:

"This little bit of effort is still a lot worse!"

Lin Yang himself was already possessed by the god of death, and he slapped this guy with a palm, and he actually suffered a big loss, which shows that this gangster is also very good.

"Fart you!"

Lin Yang quickly stood up, dodged, flew up and kicked towards the thug.

With the sound of whirring wind, this leg kicked on the gangster's arm in the blink of an eye, and with a bang, Lin Yang only felt that his leg was very painful, and then looked at the gangster, still didn't move.

His arms were as hard as iron.

Tighten the legs, and the side rushed forward without the gangsters.

"I told you, you're still a lot behind!" the bastard snorted coldly, and another palm floated out and flew towards Lin Yang's waist.

This palm is either dead or wounded.

Baguazhang, the move is deadly.

"It's this trick again, will you do anything else?" Lin Yang said in his mouth, but he was exerting himself on his body.

I didn't see any injuries in the gangster's leg just now, but Lin Yang, now that leg can't be straightened, he almost landed on one foot, and the chance of taking this palm is slim.

Lin Yang dodged and dodged this fluttering palm.

A wicked smile flashed at the corner of the thug's mouth, and he took a step to the left, whipping his right leg into a whip and pumping it towards Lin Yang's head.

Lin Yang's leg is nothing compared to this leg, and the power of this leg is simply unimaginable to Lin Yang, let alone pick it up.

At this moment, Lin Yang couldn't dodge, he couldn't pick it up, he was in the middle of the dodge gap, and he couldn't continue to dodge at all.

Although he has the possession of death, he has not learned much kung fu, and the tricks of fighting are completely free.

This time, Lin Yang can be regarded as meeting a real guy.

Lin Yang raised his hands and crossed them in front of his head.

At this time, the gangster's leg also arrived.

Hearing only a muffled sound, Lin Yang suddenly felt that his arm was hit hard by a speeding car, and with a click, the outermost arm was already overwhelmed and fractured.

His body flew straight upside down, stopping five meters away.

Lin Yang felt like his body was falling apart, and the pain was unbearable, and now he was afraid that he couldn't even stand up.

The bones of the arm are also presumably fractured, and now they are bent to one side and cannot be lifted.

The strength of this leg is really incomparable, this is still after Lin Yang has been possessed by the god of death, if he lets ordinary people take this leg, I am afraid that he will be kicked to death on the spot.

This guy, why is he so strong!

"I said, you're far behind, thinking that with a little three-legged cat kung fu, you can boast all over the world. Let me know you today, what is strong!"

After that, the gangster dodged and rushed in front of Lin Yang, and with a flying leg, he kicked Lin Yang away.

Lin Yang felt like a dead man now, with no pain in his body and no strength.

This bastard, it's so strong!

The thug kicked Lin Yang into a garbage bin again.

Hearing a bang, the entire garbage bin was smashed into pieces, and the colorful garbage was scattered on the ground, and Lin Yang lay in it crookedly.

"Boy, run, you can't beat him, if you keep fighting, you'll die!" roared Death.

Lin Yang used all his strength to stand up, and now he was covered with colors, like an extremely dirty beggar.

"Boy, you don't want to die!" the Grim Reaper roared in Lin Yang's mind.

Lin Yang didn't care about the words of death, raised his head with great effort, and hooked his finger at the gangster:

"Come on. ”

The thug roared lowly, rushed over like a cannon shot, and hit Lin Yang in the lower abdomen with a cannon fist in his right hand.

There was another muffled sound, and Lin Yang was sent out without any suspense, and his lower abdomen turned over and over.

I'm going to beat him!

I can't die here!

Lin Yang now has only one thought in his heart, and that is to defeat this guy.

Now although Lin Yang's body is overwhelmed, his thoughts are still very clear, and at this moment, his brain is running at a high speed, thinking of countermeasures.

Before Lin Yang could get up, the thug rushed over again.

"Die!"

The thug flew up again and kicked Lin Yang in the chest.

Lin Yang's throat was sweet, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood.

After being possessed by death, although Lin Yang's physical strength had skyrocketed, it was even more exhausted at this time, and this time, Lin Yang was almost kicked half dead.

Lin Yang lay upright on the ground, motionless.

Although his body was about to be scrapped now, Lin Yang still had a firm idea.

I'm going to beat him!