Chapter 72: The Warrior's Reflex Nerve.
The flames of sin, the smoke of gunpowder from the muzzle, and the bronze bullet formed a shot, and the bullet shot at Chen Long along a straight trajectory, but when Chen Long aimed at him at the muzzle, his muscles were already in a state of accumulation, and at the moment when the bullet was discharged, he had already predicted the trajectory of the bullet, and detached from the trajectory of the bullet early.
"Suffer death!" Chen Long turned his hand into an eagle claw and grabbed Li Gangbiao's head, Li Gangbiao faced the sudden attack, although he was a little surprised, but he was not afraid at all, but because of the recoil of *, Li Gangbiao's physical reaction was affected, and he could only resist this punch.
Li Gangbiao's left arm hung above his head, defending against Chen Long's fatal blow.
"Snort. The strange sound of tooth ache slightly pierced Li Gangbiao's left arm from Chen Long's "eagle claw".
"Can you actually dodge bullets? The boss of the Western League deserves to be the boss of the Western League, and he really deserves his name. Li Gangbiao received this blow, and still had the heart to ridicule, and Chen Long, who faced Li Gangbiao, was not happy because of the other party's praise, but his face became more and more solemn, because the moment the eagle claw touched Li Gangbiao's left arm, Chen Long found that the other party's flesh was extremely solid, and it was definitely not comparable to the iron cloth shirt cultivated by the bald man Tu Lei, after all, the iron cloth shirt was cultivated to Dacheng, and it was just the outer skin cultivated into an iron skin, although the defense was considerable, but it was just the lowest level of external strength, but Li Gangbiao's physical body was not, and when Chen Long's attack attacked Li Gangbiao's left arm, he clearly felt the strength of the opponent's body, although it was easy to pierce but it must not penetrate the vital point, and its meridians are immortal, there is an amazing vitality, a repulsive force, a force to repel Chen Long's claws outside the body.
"Each other, each other. Speaking clichéd and even childish lines, as Long Chen spoke, his right arm suddenly swelled strangely and punched, revealing the Qing Jing, "Huh." Before the fist arrived, Li Gangbiao's eyes were blown open by the strong wind brought by the fist, almost out of instinct, and instantly put the * of his right hand in front of his jaw, and then Chen Long's fist collided with the * in Li Gangbiao's hand like a cannonball, "Bang." Immediately, under the strange sound of metal twisting and tooth acheting, * slightly distorted, the hand and Li Gangbiao's hand, in the dim sunset, like a yellowed silver nugget, were thrown into the distance, and Chen Long's cannonball-like punch was finally blocked by Li Gangbiao's right palm.
"It's time for me to fight back. Li Gangbiao, who was attacked by a series of strong attacks, began to be a little annoyed, and a flash of determination flashed in his eyes, without warning, "Iron head gong." Li Gangbiao suddenly slammed his head towards Chen Long's head.
With a "bang", Li Gangbiao's head wearing a black felt hat and Li Gangbiao were fiercely packed together, and almost instantly, the sunglasses on Chen Long's face died gloriously in this amazing impact, turning into countless crystal black lenses, chaotic in the air. "Well done. Chen Long said in a low voice, his head was lost for a moment, a slight concussion, and as Chen Long's opponent, as a martial artist, Li Gangbiao naturally would not let go of the golden opportunity, he defended as an attack, a fatal elbow hit Chen Long's chest, and a heavy punch aimed at the neck also followed him.