Wang Yong's feeling now is the same as finding that the enemy's tank is moving slowly, but there is still nothing he can do with it.

After all, no matter how slow a tank is, it is still not comparable to humans.

In addition, the Samle is not a real tank, and it can be used to dig a trench and trap the Samle, making it incapacitated.

The thoughts in his mind flashed and disappeared, and it seemed that a lot of time had passed, but in fact, Wang Yong had just sprayed the dark energy into Samle's body at the moment, and immediately jumped away.

This time, Samle's pain came faster than before, and his brows immediately furrowed, as if he had been pricked by a needle.

He frowned, his eyes flashed with a vicious gaze, his big hand grabbed Wang Yong fiercely, and at the same time said coldly: "I remember! This kung fu you use is called dark energy! It may be useful to deal with ordinary people, but it is useless to deal with me! This is the difference between races, you Asians are inherently inferior!"

Samle is really a master of firing map artillery, and before he bombarded the whole of China, but now the scope has expanded, directly hitting the whole of Asia.

The extreme vacuum hand practiced by Cecia also belongs to Asian martial arts, but it has also affected Cecia to a greater or lesser extent.

There was a crunch in the air, and Cecia threw out her whip leg. The kick is not high, but it is full of power.

This leg method originated from Huaxia Sanda is extremely fierce, and the seemingly casual leg actually contains terrifying explosive power.

It is said that when a retired Sanda King was drinking in a bar, he was blocked by a group of thugs at the door. The Sanda King didn't say a word, just raised his leg and kicked. With just one kick, the thug who rushed to the front flew out and died on the spot.

This incident caused a great sensation at the time, and if it weren't for the Sanda King's support, I'm afraid that he would have to spend the rest of his life in prison. Of course, this also fully illustrates the ferocity of Sanda whip legs. Sanda King claimed that he didn't want to hurt people at that time, but just kicked out casually to scare and scare those gangsters, but he didn't expect to kick him to death.

Cecia's whip leg strength at this moment is no less than that of the Sanda King at his peak, and each leg can bring the wind that makes people's hearts palpitate.

Knock! Knock!

The swift and sharp whip legs landed on Samle's body, kicking him backwards and kicks him back.

It seems to have had an effect, but in fact it is limited to that. Samle stepped back and rushed back, shaking his body like no one.

Cecia was unable to break through Samle's defenses.

She and Samle represent two extremes. Samle is a meat shield type, while Cecia is a speed type. Cecia couldn't break through Samle's defenses in a short period of time, and Samle couldn't really catch Cecia's flaws.

No wonder the two don't deal with each other, not only because of their personalities and concepts, but also because of their kung fu.

If the space is large enough, Cecia can actually use the never-ending spirit of the Vacuum Hand to consume Samle. But now the fight is happening in the room, and there are three people squeezed into the already small space, which makes the space even more cramped.

If the stalemate continues, it will only be concocted by Samle in accordance with the law, just like forcing into a corner before, compressing the space between Wang Yong and Cecia to nowhere to hide.

Wang Yong naturally knew that the situation was critical, and he had no time to think about it. He was now simply out of the way, one left and one right with Cecia, desperately attacking Samle.

The two were caught between them, temporarily curbing Samle's momentum.

And Wang Yong's cunning attack method made Samle extremely angry. Wang Yong kept using his position to hit Samle's right rib, and in a short period of time, he hit four times in a row.

Each time, it was a spitting of dark energy, causing a lot of pain to Samle.

At first, Samle didn't think about it, and taunted Wang Yong from time to time, asking him to work harder.

It's just that later Samle noticed that Wang Yong's dark energy pierced more and more painfully, it seemed to be a thorn before, but now it is close to a big-headed steel needle.

Samle was finally annoyed by the harassment, and suddenly roared angrily, and his hands, which were not known for his speed, suddenly erupted into a palm shadow.

Each palm shadow carried a violent breathing sound, and it was obvious that this palm technique was extremely physically demanding, and Samle's viscera was already running at high speed, transforming the breath into strength.

The palm was surging, like a wall surrounding the entire front, enveloping the figures of Wang Yong and Cecia.

The strong air flow flew around, as if a powerful air compressor was working, compressing the air and then spraying it out rapidly.

Jets are like swords, broken gold and broken jade.

Samle's move is called Whirlwind Shattering Golden Palm.

Wang Yong and Cecia dodged again and again, but no matter how they dodged, they always felt that there was an oppressive and suffocating air flow surging in their noses, which made people feel cold.

"Can't wait any longer! This guy obviously hasn't gone crazy yet, if he does. In this space, he will definitely be played to death!" Wang Yong felt a pang in his heart.

Then, at the risk of being hit, he jumped and went around Samle's side with a thrilling brushing of Samle's palm.

Jump, squat, crash!

It was still the same half-step collapse fist, and it hit Samle's ribs with the momentum of breaking through the sky.

Samle sneered and said disdainfully: "Don't think I don't understand dark energy! People who don't have enough physical fitness, every time they fight more, they push themselves to death." I don't know what the limit of your dark energy is, but I know that you must fall to the ground before I fall! Not to mention, you can't even break the defense, isn't your effort in vain?"

Just as Samle was speaking, Wang Yong's collapse fist had already hit Samle.

It's still the right rib, and it's still the same position as before.

Samle snorted, the pain a little stronger than before, but it was still not enough, and he couldn't even interrupt him.

Obviously, as Samle said, what Wang Yong is doing now is useless, and the blind man lights the lamp in vain.

But Wang Yong didn't know it, so he kept up with the stubborn child with a temper, and he had to compete with the horns of the big buffalo. In the end, there is only one result, that is, the child is stabbed by the horn of the cow, or even dies.

Samle sneered on his face, and simply ignored Wang Yong's little jump, according to his inference, Wang Yong should be close to the limit of his physical fitness.

Without dark energy, Wang Yong's fist strength can't even compare to that of Cecia, and it's just tickling Samle.

Samle has enough reason to despise Wang Yong.

Cecia also looked anxious when she saw this scene. She urged the offensive again and again, wanting to break through Samle's blockade and help Wang Yong get the Xinyue Fox Soft Sword.

Only now the only way to her room was the wall that had been broken.

Samle stood there alone, and easily sealed the route. How easy is it to break through Samle's blockade?

For a moment, the situation seemed to be in a stalemate, and Samle was using his strong physical strength to turn the scales of victory in his favor again.

If he is forced into a corner again, I believe that Samle will not let Wang Yong and Cecia run away so easily.

Cecia knew that Samle had a special move that didn't work.

Cecia, who had only seen Samle perform it once, was shocked by the terrifying momentum of that special move.

It's a bloodthirsty trick to be played with as a human punching bag.

At that time, the enemy was forced by Samle to carry all the attacks, and hugged the man's waist. Samle then rolled over and slammed the man's head into the ground. Then Samle threw his arms and the man was thrown into the air.

Samle's explosive power was evident at this moment, and he could jump as high as a rabbit and catch the man in the air. Clamped the man's head under his arm and struck wildly in the air. When he hit the ground, Samle's whole body spun violently, using the force of the rotation to maximize the strength of his arms, and then planted the enemy's head on the ground.

The scene of the skull exploding with such tremendous force was a nightmare. Cecia watched as the man grew smaller and smaller in Samle's hands, first his head shattered, then his shoulders, chest, legs, and finally only a pair of shoes were left on Samle's hands, splattered with flesh and blood.

and Samle's bloodthirsty and cruel grin.

That kind of scene, Cecia never wanted to see it a second time in her life, let alone experience it herself.

So Cecia made up her mind that she had to fight a bloody path.

Just having a fighting spirit must be useful? It's like Wang Yong, tirelessly attacking Samle's right rib, as if he has hit him more than ten times, right? It still doesn't seem to have any effect.

Cecia couldn't help but feel a gloom in her heart.

And Wang Yong didn't notice the change in Cecia's expression at all, he followed the demon like a demon, still attacking Samle's ribs.

Dark, dark, dark.

Wang Yong had never played so many dark energy in such a short period of time, he only felt that there seemed to be a flame burning in his body, and the internal organs of his whole body were aching faintly.

Even breathing became difficult, and the breath that came out was thick with a fishy smell.

Samle grinned, he knew that Wang Yong's limit had arrived, and it was time to pinch the ant to death.

So as soon as he stretched out his arms, he was about to clamp Wang Yong's head and pinch it all at once.

But before he could stretch out his arm, he suddenly felt a pain in his right rib. It wasn't a small pain like a pinprick prick, but a sharp pain like a dagger stabbing into it.

It was not an ordinary dagger that pierced it, but a three-edged thorn. With countless fine thorns, the pain spreads to the maximum.

"How is that possible? he can still play the dark?" Samle was shocked.

"This should be the last one, right? Samle forced himself to comfort himself.

It's just that the development of the next story caught him by surprise, Wang Yong was like a fool who was concentrating on digging mountains, and he broke out with a punch without saying a word.

There is still a dark energy attached to it.

Poof, dark energy into the body. Samle was shocked all over, and a drop of cold sweat instantly dripped from his forehead.

"What's going on? Obviously, he couldn't even break through the defenses before! Could it be that he hid his strength before? It can't be ......" Samle's mind flashed with countless doubts, not knowing what went wrong. Why is Wang Yong's attack intensity getting higher and higher.

But he didn't know that it was not that Wang Yong's attack strength was high, but that his defense was weak.

Wang Yong's repeated dark attacks, persistently hitting a point, like tanning leather, softened the muscle tissue in Samle's right ribs. When the muscles soften, the defense naturally decreases, which is why Samle feels that the pain in his right rib is stronger than the other.

Wang Yong used a stupid kung fu to wear a drop of stone, but he received an unexpected effect.