The bar is boiling.

Thirty or so thugs with iron weapons immediately screamed and stabbed towards the staircase.

The screams of the girls, the hooligans shouting, "Fuck him!" all mingled. The whole bar was a mess, it was completely unclear who was shouting what, and the decibel was more deafening than the stereo was on.

At the same time that Lao Hei shouted "cut him", his palm pressed lightly on the table, and the whole person bounced into the air like a tense spring, and quickly turned back. At the same time, he grabbed the chair he was sitting in and threw it at the four thugs who pounced on him with him.

As soon as the chair was taken off its hands and toes, it lightly touched the railing, and the whole person shot towards the first old black who pounced on him with a stick like a cannonball. Feng Dan's eyes lit up, and he couldn't take his eyes off the 11 high move.

Feng Dan can keep up with 11 degrees, which doesn't mean that Lao Hei can also see his movements. Lao Hei, who was still rushing forward, suddenly felt a flower in front of him, and then a gust of wind poured in from his left ear. Before he could figure out what was going on, one hand had reached out and pinched his chin, twisting it to the side hard. only heard a "click", Lao Hei's neck had been twisted to his back at an incredible angle, he was still staring at a pair of angry eyes, his teeth and mouth remained like he was going to eat people, and he continued to rush forward a few steps with the rubber stick in his hand, before his body lost his center of gravity and fell to the ground heavily. And at this time, the chair that went out had just hit the four thugs behind Lao Hei.

The sturdy chair is not as fragile as in the movie, although it is not fatal to throw it out, but if it is hit, it will definitely hurt the muscles and bones, and you will not be able to get up for a long time.

The chair was only large enough to smash on the two thugs, and one of them reacted quickly enough to raise his arm to block it, and Rao also made his arm bone scream and jump backwards in pain. The foot of the stool smashed into the corner of the other person's eye, and the thug who was hit in the corner of the eye screamed miserably, dropped the iron rod and covered his eyes with his hands, and squatted down in pain, and soon blood gushed out from between his fingers.

11 quickly interspersed between the other two gangsters who were not hit by the chair, and the knives in both hands hit the Adam's apple of the two people quickly and accurately, and in the crisp sound of bones shattering, the two gangsters who were rushing forward with all their strength suddenly trembled violently, and flew back half a meter away in unison and fell heavily to the ground.

Fast, it is not enough to describe 11's weird body and shot, except for Feng Danquan in the field, no one's eyeballs and thinking can keep up with his pace.

11After crushing the throats of the two thugs at the same time, he took a few steps that seemed to be chaotic like drinking wine, and in the blink of an eye, he had dodged in front of the last two thugs. At this time, these two people had just been hit by a chair, and when their minds were still in a short blank period, they opened their bows left and right, and their left fists and right palms hit the chests of the two gangsters respectively.

The thug in his left hand was punched in the heart by him. The ribs snapped on the spot. A large chunk suddenly sank into his chest. Blood spurted from his mouth and flew back. I can't even make a sound. When he fell to the ground, he was exhausted.

11. The right palm of the ground is very different from the left fist. Flutteringly slapped on the chest of the other thug. To his astonishment, the man who was still covering his eyes and couldn't see anything seemed to be weak, and pressed his palm lightly on his chest. I trembled as if I had been suddenly electrocuted. The footsteps strode back without listening to the control. When retreating to the railing. His body still doesn't stop. I climbed over the railing and fell straight downstairs. After a muffled sound of the body colliding with the concrete floor downstairs. The man never got up again. He covered the corners of his eyes and threw his left side aside. Only then can the people see. His entire left eyeball was covered in blood.

Inside the venue people. Only Feng Danquan could see it. This thug didn't fall to his death. Before he fell downstairs, the seemingly light palm force had already shattered his heart through his chest. If the medical examiner dissects him afterwards. It would be horrifying to the individual's heart as if it had been mashed and turned into a soft mess of mud.

But at this moment, Feng Danquan didn't have the heart to care about how a little rascal was deadly with a right bow and a punch and a applause at the same time. Feng Danquan jumped up from his chair as if he had seen a ghost. It was as if he had seen something that shocked him to the extreme. stared at it with a wide mouth and couldn't close it for a long time.

It's no wonder he's so shocked when he just strikes. At the same time, the positive internal power and the Tai Chi ground soft gong were used. This is simply impossible in terms of human meridians. Two distinct geoqi belong to two different meridian lines. Forcing at the same time there is bound to be a clash of luck. The immediate result of the creation was a violent death.

Originally, on the day before, 11, in the state of extreme yang internal qi operation, it suddenly reversed into the Tai Chi Di Yin and Soft Internal Strength, which had already hit Feng Danquan hard. This has just accepted 11, and he can create a miracle with yin and yang, and use a yin and yang trick to come out of the same place. It's like someone can haul two big trucks with their hands in front of you. It's hard to accept as a normal person. Wait until your brain finally turns the corner. Reluctantly accept this fact. This "person" suddenly soars in front of you. Ride the clouds and run to be a god. This wave followed one wave after another. If it spreads, it will definitely shock the entire martial arts world.

11 can turn the internal power from yang to yin in an instant, and Feng Dan will return it all

Accept, maybe there are really "people" in this world, but they) are 11 can use yin and yang at the same time, which Feng Danquan can't accept anyway.

There is only one set of the twelve meridians and the eight strange meridians of the human body, and the internal power of the two kinds takes two reverse lines when they are running. For example, one qi rushes from top to bottom, and the other runs from bottom to top. So what happens if the two qi run at the same time? One goes down and up, and when you go halfway, you collide first, and then the two different qi entangle and fight in the meridians, until all the meridians in your body are swollen and cracked, and you have already played yourself to death before you can start to do anything with others.

Unless you really have two sets of twelve meridians and eight strange meridians in your body, even if you are a person with extraordinary talent and are not a normal person, you are really a reincarnation, no matter what, there will be no two sets of meridians in your body.

Therefore, Feng Danquan would be so shocked and shocked when he saw that 11 could use the internal power of the Longjia Jiyang and the Zhiyin Qigong of Tai Chi at the same time.

11 didn't have Feng Danquan's so many thoughts, he just naturally punched and slapped him. Why didn't the two qi fight? He didn't know, as if the energy of the two qi met like brothers, and then they didn't interfere with each other and went their own way. In fact, 11 didn't know, his body had already produced genetic mutations, in the past, the regrowth of his muscles and tissues was the energy of the ice ability fused with the internal strength of the Long family, mixed into another attribute of qi, and then stimulated the body's genes to divide and grow wildly, and now it is just one more Tai Chi internal strength. Strictly speaking, Tai Chi is a neutral energy in his body, and there is not much conflict with it, and it does not do any harm to itself.

Now, whether it is Tai Chi, Longjia Internal Strength, or Ice Ability in his body, as long as any two energies come into contact, they will immediately transform into another kind of assimilation attribute energy, which is the fundamental reason why he can not only practice Yin and Yang at the same time, but also use Yin and Yang at the same time. But there are only 11 people in this world who can have such a strange gene, and his gene cannot be copied by others at will, otherwise it will be a good example if he becomes a mud man who is worse than dead after copying his gene.

This qiē is all thanks to the madman doctor messing around with him, and even implanting the virus gene into his body to force 11's genes to repeatedly change before today's results. But everything has advantages and disadvantages, and the strength of the cause also leads to the acceleration of his consumption, just like the madman doctor said that genes are like dangerous activity bombs, and one day it will suddenly and inexplicably burp.

And now 11 doesn't seem to be aware of this very strict problem, maybe even if he knew, he would laugh it off at best. Life has no meaning to him, he used to live just to live purely because he wanted to live, but now he lives purely with the belief that he wants to avenge Chu Hailan. If it weren't for this belief to support him to this day, even 11 wouldn't know where the bottom of his survival is.

Perhaps, only by finding the feelings that Chu Hailan said can he find the meaning and value of survival.

The gangsters who had been photographed downstairs with Tai Chi Jiu Gong finally fell to the ground, and their bodies collided with the concrete floor with a dull sound.

At the same time, he jumped straight out of the railing on the second floor, and landed lightly in the middle of the group of thugs who had rushed to the top of the stairs.

Before his feet touched the ground, his hands were already dancing rapidly, and with every punch and palm, one person would fly in response, and the person who was directly hit by him could only have one result, death.

11 is extremely heavy, every punch must be aimed at the opponent's fatal point, in the blink of an eye after throwing more than ten punches, there are already more than ten corpses on the ground, forming a vacuum circle around him, no one can get close to him within two meters of his body.

Feng Danquan stood on the railing on the second floor a little excitedly, watching all the movements of 11 with unblinking eyes, lest 11 make some shocking tricks and be accidentally missed by himself. Fortunately, 11 didn't play any shocking stunts except for the combination of yin and yang in the front, otherwise I'm afraid Feng Danquan's heart and nerves would not be able to bear the first step of hiccups.

No one made a sound anymore, not even the always timid girls forgot to scream. Hundreds of people were present, all of them standing stupidly, looking at 11 and the corpses that lay all over his feet. At this moment, everyone's minds were blank, and they couldn't think of anything but blank.

Suddenly disappeared under people's noses, and the next second he was already standing beside a thug standing on the periphery.

The thug screamed like a ghost, dropped the iron rod in his hand and turned his head to run a knife and slashed at the back of his neck, only to hear a "click", the thug had already thrown himself to the ground, and then never got up again. And his neck was also crooked on his shoulders at an incredible angle, and anyone could see at a glance that this person was not saved.

The opening of the Moon Dance steps is gone. 11 walking on the moon dance steps is like a butterfly shuttling among the flowers, swimming quickly in the crowd.

The gorgeous moon dance, walking on the bloody road, left behind the dead corpses all over the ground.

If there is no resistance, how can people who are already scared know how to resist. Besides, 11 is bent on their lives, and resistance is only superfluous. No one escaped, not because they didn't want to, but because they didn't have time. The word escape just came to the minds of these thugs, and it seemed like a harmless pair

ruthlessly took their fragile lives.

It's so quiet, so quiet that you can't even hear the sound of breathing.

Everyone's mind went blank, the world became a stage for 11 people, and everyone's hearts and eyeballs, as well as fragile nerves, beat violently as he danced.

Finally it stopped.

Standing in the middle of the corpses all over the ground, with his head slightly bowed, a little decadent, a little indifferent. At his feet, there were thirty or so corpses lying horizontally, not wailing or groaning, leaving only soulless husks.

A very decadent figure, standing there lonely and lonely, looking out of place in this world. It was as if he was such a lonely person, and he was, and will be.

The only thing that accompanies him is the road to death, and the corpses in this place!

There was no shocking blood on the ground, the hands were clean and neat, and each blow directly caused fatal injuries in the opponent's body. All the dead had broken bones somewhere, or dented somewhere, or limbs displaced, but not one of them was bleeding. But the appearance of their death was more horrific and shocking than being stabbed to death with a knife.

There was no scream, and after 11 hands, only the dead and the corpses were left, and the dead would not cry out in pain. In this corpse all over the ground, everyone's face was full of fear and remorse, but there was no excessive pain. Because before they felt the pain, it was already a corpse.

Many of the timid students had already sat on the ground with their legs limp, and what little reason they had left kept reminding them not to make a sound, or the murderous demon would take himself as a prey. So despite the fear, not a single one of the hundreds of people in the audience screamed, and not even one of them dared to move half an inch, lest he be noticed by the demon who slaughtered thirty people in one go.

11 Still standing there, quiet, cold, with his head bowed slightly and his face indifferent. At his feet, countless corpses were scattered all over the ground, as if they were still telling the crimes of this cold-blooded butcher.

Everyone is stupidly watching, and now any slight action can affect the nerves of everyone in the audience.

When 11 raised his head slightly, hundreds of hearts beat violently. And under the gaze of these hundreds of pairs of eyes, he slowly walked towards Xu Ziyang.

Xu Ziyang's face was already frightened, and there was no trace of blood, and the dead people all over the ground were still following him during the day, and they kept shouting that Young Master Yang was long and short. In less than a day, they were all dead, and they were all dead at the hands of the same man.

He's not human!

Seeing 11 walking towards him, Xu Ziyang trembled violently, and subconsciously moved back and stuck it into Boss Zhu's fat arms.

Boss Zhu's complexion couldn't see anywhere, his fat lips kept shaking, and he didn't feel that Xu Ziyang's back and his chest were already wet, and the cold sweat of the two was even more icy sweat together.

"What do you want to do?" When he arrived in front of Xu Ziyang, Xu Ziyang finally couldn't hold back the extreme fear in his heart and shouted. At this moment, even he could hear it clearly, and his voice trembled violently.

11He bent down, took an iron rod from the ground, and struck it twice in his hand.

Xu Ziyang trembled again, and leaned back a few more points.

Boss Zhu also trembled and said: Don't mess around, but Young Master Yang, the Eighth Young Master of the capital, Young Master Yang. ”

11 didn't seem to hear what Zhu Fatzi was saying, he looked at Xu Ziyang with indifferent eyes without any emotion, and said coldly: "Do you like her very much?"

Xu Ziyang kept trembling, and his legs trembled.

"Are you really willing to stand in her way?"

Xu Ziyang already knew that this cold-blooded butcher was coming for him, and he desperately took two breaths of air in his throat. If you suck it in, you can only suffocate.

11 continued to ask, "Are you really willing to be hurt for her?" He slowly raised the iron rod in his hand and said, "Then I will beat you to prove how much you like her." ”

"Don't!" Xu Ziyang suddenly exclaimed in a voice comparable to a shrew: "Big brother, let me go." I don't like her, I really don't like her anymore. ”

"Wasn't you very bold just now?"

Looking at the iron rod that 11 slowly raised, Xu Ziyang could already imagine how his head would blossom and bear fruit when this stick was knocked down, and he even felt that he had heard the sound of the skull being cracked in his ears. Xu Ziyang gasped desperately, and shouted loudly at a high decibel volume: "Lao Hei is my friend... I called you... It won't hurt me...

There was an uproar around, and after a long time, it turned out that this qiē was a play written and acted by Young Master Xu.

11 Slowly put down the iron rod, no longer interested in looking at him, turned and walked to the second floor.

The pressure around him disappeared suddenly, and Xu Ziyang finally sat on the ground with his legs weak, panting heavily. His nerves were completely numb, and he didn't notice the strange stares cast by the audience. It wasn't until a long time later that the sensation in his body gradually returned, and Xu Ziyang felt a chill coming from under his crotch. He looked down and saw that his crotch was soaking wet. (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please go to 6 sections more, support for \, support genuine reading!)