The black bear went crazy, and he beat all the time, but it didn't hurt Xia Yu, but killed and injured a large number of demon beasts.

The fat tiger shouted angrily: "Old bear, calm down, calm down!"

However, no matter how the fat tiger shouted, the black bear just couldn't calm down, and he was about to pick up the bear's paw and hit Wen Xinyi.

At this time, Xia Yufei (body shēn) stepped forward, clenched his fists, jumped high, and hit the black bear.

The black bear's eyes were bloody, and he couldn't see, so he could only wave his paws indiscriminately. Xia Yu circled around the black bear, spun around, spewed (shot) true qi on his fist, and punched dozens of punches at the black bear.

After dozens of punches, Xia Yu let out a sigh of relief, pulled Wen Xinyi to the side, and said, "Okay, this black bear is finished." ”

The black bear was punched dozens of times by Xia Yu, and he didn't mean to stop at all, still dancing and yelling in that fang. Wen Xinyi was full of doubts, this black bear is so good, how can it be said that it is finished?

The demon beasts looked at Xia Yu and thought, the human race is the human race, it is really pitifully weak, and they punched the black bear dozens of times, as if they were tickling, and the black bear didn't react at all.

The demon beasts were laughing at Xia Yu, and the black bear suddenly felt a little strange, standing there, (body shēn) Zi twisted.

The demon beasts looked at it, and the black bear's (body shēn) bulged out of a large bag, as if there was some kind of power that was about to burst out of the black bear's body, and this force was very powerful, distorting the black bear's (body shēn) son.

"I ...... Good...... Painful ......"

The black bear opened its mouth and spat out three words with difficulty, and then, with a bang, the black bear exploded like a bomb, and blood (flesh) flew sideways and splattered everywhere.

The monsters were sprayed with blood all over their faces, and their mouths were open, stunned.

Xia Yu raised his fist, looked at the fat tiger, and said, "This is called an angry fist, understand?"

The fat tiger was furious and shouted, "Uncle Ben is going to take action personally and tear you apart!"

The fat tiger whined, let out a tiger roar, and rushed straight towards Xia Yu with an awe-inspiring murderous aura.

The fat tiger's cultivation was to be above the black bear, and in the process of impacting, the demonic qi was released, and the image of a vicious tiger was condensed above his head, and he opened his teeth and claws, and pounced on Xia Yu.

Xia Yu rushed up to the fat tiger, raised his fist, and hit the fat tiger. The fat tiger roared, unleashed his fists and kicks, and fought with Xia Yu.

Wen Xinyi, the demon beasts, and those members of the Datong Society, all held their breath and watched the fierce battle between Xia Yu and Fat Tiger.

The fists and feet of the two people are fast and powerful, and countless Dao (body shēn) shadows collide in the air, crackling, a burst of explosion, fists and fists collide, feet and feet collide, producing a wave of qi, spreading to all sides, with a killing aura, ((swing dàng) dàng) ripples.

Fat Tiger looked at Xia Yu and said, "Terran boy, it seems that Uncle Ben underestimated you a little, among the Terrans, you are not a waste, and you can still have a trick with Uncle Ben." ”

Xia Yu said: "Just your three-legged cat's kung fu, don't be a tiger, it's almost the same as being a sick cat." ”

The fat tiger was furious and shouted, "Little bastard, I'm going to pull your tongue off!"

With a whine, the fat tiger shouted, and a violent and murderous aura rose into the sky, and his fists and feet became more aggressive, as if he was impermeable, and hit Xia Yu.

Xia Yu stood there, unhurried, and defused the fat tiger's offensive one by one.

After a combo, the fat tiger stopped and took a breath, and at this time, Xia Yu swung an uppercut and hit the fat tiger

face.

You can't hit someone in the face, and you can't hit the tiger in the face, the fat tiger felt the pain on his face, and he was so angry that he wanted to go crazy, and launched a second round of onslaught against Xia Yu.

Xia Yu was still so unhurried, he resolved the fat tiger's moves one by one, and when the fat tiger was a little relaxed, he swung another hook punch and hit the fat tiger in the face.

In this way, after dozens of rounds, Fat Tiger's face was swollen.

Xia Yu looked at the fat tiger and said with a smile: "You look like this now, you are really cute (love), cute." ”

"Ahh

The fat tiger let out an earth-shattering cry, it had grown so big, it had never been humiliated like this, it felt like it was on the verge of madness.

The demon beasts watched from the side and said, "Master Tiger, are you okay?"

With a whine, the fat tiger screamed, turned into a fierce tiger form, and a strong murderous aura was released, locking Xia Yu deadly.

Xia Yu was not afraid, clenched his fists, and said: "Come on, I have a (set of tào) drunken boxing, just take you to practice your hands." ”

The fat tiger's four claws grabbed the ground, grabbed out four soil pits, and bounced (shot shè) and pounced on Xia Yu.

Xia Yu dodged over, his eyes were a little straight, his gaze was dull, his feet were shaking, and his steps were staggering, as if he had drunk two catties of liquor.

The demon beasts shouted: "This kid was stupid by the tiger master, and he couldn't stand steadily. ”

"Who is the tiger master, that is the king of our mountains and forests, and it is not easy to deal with such a human boy. ”

"Lord Tiger is mighty, kill this kid, kill this kid!" ......

Wen Xinyi looked at Xia Yu and thought, does he really want to use a drunken punch?

Drunken boxing is a martial art, Wen Xinyi has only seen sporadic records in books, and has never seen anyone use it in reality. Wen Xinyi has always felt that drunken boxing is an ancient legend, or just a flashy martial art.

Wen Xinyi pinched a handful of sweat for Xia Yu again, this kind of staggering, staggering drunken fist, can it really be used in actual combat? This fat tiger is extremely ferocious, Xia Yu will be in danger of life if he is not careful.

Fat Tiger watched Xia Yu use his drunken fist there, laughed, and said: "You kid is really stupid, you can't beat me even if you stand up straight, this shaky one still wants to win me, it's ridiculous." ”

The fat tiger showed his blade-like tiger claws, opened his bloody mouth, spewed out a fishy breath, and pounced on Xia Yu suddenly.

Wen Xinyi was extremely nervous, looked at Xia Yu, and wanted to rush up to help Xia Yu block the blow of the fat tiger.

The fat tiger moves quickly, Xia Yu is sluggish and slow, fast and slow, one hit and one accurate.

Just when Wen Xinyi thought that Xia Yu was more than lucky, Xia Yu turned around slightly, seemingly strolling and playing, avoiding the full force of the fat tiger.

Everyone and all the demon beasts were surprised, Wen Xinyi understood that Xia Yu's drunken fist was not slow at all, and the reason why she felt that Xia Yu was dull and slow was the illusion caused by drunken fists.

Wen Xinyi's heart gradually calmed down, the drunken fist was not as useless as it seemed, on the contrary, if you look closely, this drunken fist contains infinite power.

Showing weakness to the enemy is one of the characteristics of drunken boxing.

The fat tiger turned around, and the awe-inspiring murderous aura locked on Xia Yu again, and between the lightning and flint, he pounced.

This time, Xia Yu did not dodge to both sides, but jumped high and jumped on top of the fat tiger's head at once.

The fat tiger looked up and saw Xia Yu flipping in the air and riding on the fat tiger's back.

For a martial arts demon beast like Fat Tiger, it is a very humiliating thing to be ridden on by humans. The fat tiger howled and jumped up, trying to throw Xia Yu off his back.

Xia Yu grabbed the skin of the fat tiger and said, "You guy is still (quite tǐng) happy, come on, taste the taste of my fist." ”

Xia Yu punched one punch after another, hitting the fat tiger, making the fat tiger scream, and if he continued to fight like this, the fat tiger had to be beaten to the brain.

The fat tiger hurriedly turned into a human form, Xia Yu rode on the fat tiger's neck, grabbed the fat tiger's fur, and continued to fight.

The fat tiger stretched out his hands to grab Xia Yu, and Xia Yu flipped and jumped off the fat tiger's neck.

"Die!"

The fat tiger roared and rushed towards Xia Yu, Xia Yu used his drunken fist, upside down and upside down, like waves, high and low, shaking and refusing to fall.

The fat tiger pounced around, not even a single hair of Xia Yu pounced, but he suffered a lot of punches and kicks from Xia Yu.

"Now you know how good I'm drunk, right?"

Xia Yu leaned on the fat tiger's (body shēn), not giving the fat tiger room to make a move, and his fists rained down.

Bang bang bang!~~~

There was a bang, and the fat tiger was beaten to the point that he spat blood and retreated.

Xia Yu's drunken fist is a three-grade martial art, and it is the mastery of the Heavenly Wounded Star, Xia Yu exerted two successful powers of this drunken fist, which is enough to beat the fat tiger all over the ground to find teeth.

(In "Water Margin", Wu Song is the walker of the Heavenly Wounded Star, Jingyanggang fights the tiger, and the happy forest fights Jiang Menshen, these two classic battles, Wu Song drank alcohol)

Demon beasts are more stubborn, to put it bluntly, it is a tendon, Fat Tiger doesn't believe that he is a dignified twelve-level demon beast, and he will not be able to beat Xia Yu, a Terran kid in the Yuanwu Realm.

It rushed towards Xia Yu again and again, and was repelled by Xia Yu's drunken punches again and again, causing it to have a blue nose and swollen face, and Hun (body shēn) was injured.

The fat tiger couldn't remember how many times it was beaten back by Xia Yu, it staggered, touched its face, and its face was full of blood, because of excessive blood loss, it began to feel a little dizzy.

Xia Yu said: "Tiger Demon, take your brothers, hurry up, I will spare your life." ”

"Arrogance!"

The fat tiger roared angrily and rushed towards Xia Yu again.

A cold light flashed in Xia Yu's eyes, ready to kill the fat tiger with one punch.

The authorities are confused, the bystanders are clear, and the fat tiger doesn't know that the god of death is approaching him, but the monsters around him can see it.

"Tiger Master be careful!"

The hedgehog spirit screamed, and the spikes on (身shēn) roared like flying arrows, and flew out, (shooting shè) towards Xia Yu.

Xia Yu hurriedly dodged, messing up, and the fat tiger took the opportunity to slap Xia Yu's head.

Seeing this, Xia Yu did not retreat but advanced, condensed his true qi on his head, and crashed headlong into the fat tiger.

The head is the vital point of the human body, but it can also be used as a weapon of the human body. Xia Yu slammed into the fat tiger's ribs, and the fat tiger flew out and fell to the ground.

The fat tiger was furious, and he didn't want the last bit of shame, and ordered the demon beasts, "Let's go up together and tear this Terran kid!"

Many demon beasts howled and rushed towards Xia Yu from all directions, Wen Xinyi took the sword and cut down the two demon beasts, and stood next to Xia Yu's (body shēn), she wanted to live and die with Xia Yu.

(End of chapter)