What is momentum?

Yao Xingyuan's means of jumping up from afar, and locking half of the ring with one punch is called momentum!

The momentum of a boxer who has really practiced boxing to the bones!

People describe the rapid transition between movement and static, often using "quiet as a virgin, moving like a rabbit", Yao Xingyuan really did this. The sudden outbreak caught people off guard.

And he is not a rabbit, but a living lion.

Wang Yong, who was frightened and fled in the ring, was the rabbit.

"This punch should be Lao Yao's most proud punch, right?" Huo Qingfeng, the leader of the Huo family's eight poles, commented.

Yu Haiwang agreed: "This is the boxing method, there is a method in the boxing, unlike the current young man who can only rely on his fierce nonsense." ”

While the two were talking, the result had already been made in the ring.

Although Wang Yong ran fast, his two legs moved at a high speed, bringing the horse shape of Xingyi Quan to the fullest. But under Yao Xingyuan's punch that almost enveloped the ring, it still didn't seem fast enough.

Bang!

Yao Xingyuan descended from the sky, as if a god descended from heaven, and smashed a punch on Wang Yong's body.

Wang Yong was walking with his waist hunched, he didn't expect Yao Xingyuan's punch to be so fast and accurate. The human form was up, the fist fell, and Wang Yong on the other side had already been hit.

Burst!

Wang Yong fell directly to the ground and spit out a mouthful of blood. His face instantly turned pale, and his face was as white as paper, as if he were dead.

Only the limbs that are paralyzed in the ring and constantly squirming, are still telling people that he is still alive.

"Good! good fight!" there was a cheer from the ring.

These viewers have no position, they just want to see excitement and gore. After fighting for a long time, someone finally vomited blood, can they not applaud?

"Kill him, don't stop, kill him quickly!" someone cried.

"Old Yao, what are you waiting for? Hurry up and kill him! So many of us are waiting to see! Otherwise, we will come for nothing!" someone shouted again.

They want to see more exciting, they want to kill people. This is the only way to satisfy their increasingly paralyzed senses, and only in this way can they find pleasure in blood and indifference.

Xu Zi'an looked at this scene, and couldn't help but smile at the corner of his mouth, he didn't make a noise, nor did he coax, but shook his head lightly as if he had predicted the result: "It's a pity, I'm dying!"

Xu Zitai looked nervous, he grabbed the armrests of the chair with both hands, and the layer of skin wrapped in the armrests was scratched by him. He just muttered silently in his heart: Stand up! Wang Yong, stand up!

It's just that Wang Yong in the ring doesn't seem to be able to sense his voice at all, and he was still a little squirming just now, but at this moment he is already motionless, as if he is dead.

Seeing this scene, the spectators finally went crazy, and one by one they suddenly stood up, waved their fists and shouted: "Kill him! Kill him!"

In this case, the original reserve and steadiness of these people are gone, and they are replaced by an uncontrollable desire to vent. They couldn't wait to come to the stage in person and lift Wang Yong high on the ground, and then fold their knees like Muay Thai masters, breaking Wang Yong in half.

How exciting that is!

"Old Yao, don't stop!

Yao Xingyuan didn't hear it, just looked at Wang Yong in the ring quietly, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a few moments, he seemed to be overwhelmed by the noise, and turned his head sharply to look at the strangers who had lost their minds.

If you really want to see the excitement, then go on stage, and I will let you experience the excitement!"

With these words, Yao Xingyuan grinned slightly, and a heavy killing intent burst out from him.

The "......" spectators were silent for a moment, and they were frightened.

At this moment, Yao Xingyuan was like a red-eyed demon in their eyes, and his gaze at them was clearly to choose people to devour.

They don't know martial arts, and they can't even stand a fist when they get into the ring. Who dares to go on?

Seeing that no one was making any more noise, Yao Xingyuan snorted coldly and turned his head.

"Brother Wang!" An Ran had already cried into a tearful person.

She could see the punch just now clearly, so heavy, so ruthless, so ruthlessly falling on Brother Wang, she was standing far enough, but she could still clearly hear the sound of bones breaking. The sound pierced the ears and pierced the heart.

An Ran had a feeling that Wang Yong was no longer good. That punch had already cut off all of Wang Yong's life.

Otherwise, why didn't Wang Yong get up yet?

An Ran ran to the ring crying, his weak body wanted to squeeze away from a few people on the edge of the ring and rush to the ring.

But how could the few people guarding the ring let them pass safely?

The two martial arts hall disciples grabbed An Ran's arm and slammed it hard, and An Ran couldn't take a step forward.

A circle of red marks suddenly appeared on the white and tender arms.

"Brother Wang...... Brother Wang ...... "An Ran sobbed, no matter how much he struggled, he couldn't break through the blockade of the two martial arts hall disciples.

"Little girl, don't be sad. He's not dead yet. At this time, Zhang Xiaofang, who was sitting next to him, couldn't look past it and spoke.

As soon as Zhang Xiaofang's words came out, everyone was shocked.

Wang Yong is not dead yet?

It's impossible, isn't it? They were all motionless, and they vomited a lot of blood. How can you not die?

Some people were suspicious, but looking at Zhang Xiaofang's sure eyes, they couldn't help muttering.

Zhang Xiaofang is an old grandmaster, and most of what he said will not be wrong.

"Two, don't bully a little girl like this, let it go. Zhang Xiaofang seemed to have a good impression of An Ran, and his seemingly drooping old body leaned forward gently, and his thin fingers were on the two martial arts hall disciples.

The two martial arts hall disciples were like being electrocuted, and their whole body muscles and muscles were out of control, and they let go of An Ran.

By the time they reacted, Zhang Xiaofang's hand had already retracted, as if he had never been in contact with them.

An Ran was unrestrained, hesitated to look at Wang Yong in the ring, then looked at Zhang Xiaofang, and asked, "This grandfather, is what you said true......?" Why didn't Brother Wang move?"

Zhang Xiaofang nodded: "Of course it's true." It's just that this kid is playing tricks. Cunning is rare. Interesting. ”

I can't hear praise or disapproval in these words, but the meaning in Zhang Xiaofang's words is obvious. He was saying that Wang Yong was playing dead.

Everyone looked at the ring suspiciously, a little skeptical of Zhang Xiaofang's words.

Just the next second, there was no suspicion.

I saw Wang Yong suddenly get up from the ground, and said to Zhang Xiaofang with an unhappy face: "Grandmaster Zhang, you are always a grandmaster-level figure, as for getting along with my junior?"

is complaining that Zhang Xiaofang should not expose him and pretend to be dead.

Facing Wang Yong's duties, Zhang Xiaofang just smiled and did not answer.

And An Ran saw that Wang Yong was really not dead, and couldn't help but shout in surprise and cheer for Wang Yong.

But before the cheers fell, I saw Wang Yong, who stood up, suddenly spurted out another mouthful of blood, and his face became even more ugly.

At that moment, although Wang Yong was not directly killed, Wang Yong was also seriously injured.

From Wang Yong's shaky body, it can be seen that Wang Yong is only a thought away from death.

Yao Xingyuan looked at Wang Yong, with a hint of appreciation in his eyes: "I didn't expect you to survive with such a heavy punch from me, it's really amazing." ”

Wang Yong smiled bitterly: "No matter how powerful you are, you can be powerful? Such a hard alloy floor has been stepped on by you with two footprints, this dark kung fu really makes me a little desperate." ”

What Wang Yong said was that the moment Yao Xingyuan jumped up, his strength burst out, and he stepped on a footprint on the alloy floor.

Legend has it that before the founding of the People's Republic of China, the master of national art secretly practiced at home, walked on the bluestone slab, and lifted his feet was a pit. Thirty-six steps around the courtyard were taken, leaving thirty-six footprints.

That kind of kung fu Wang Yong thought it was just a rumor, but now he knows that it is true. This alloy floor is a little harder than the bluestone slab, and Yao Xingyuan can step on the footprints, let alone the bluestone slab.

With such a big gap between the two, does Wang Yong still have a chance to win?

I didn't have it before I was injured, but now that I'm injured, I'm afraid it's even more not, right?

Many of the people present saw this and shook their heads.

Yao Xingyuan glanced at Wang Yong, and suddenly said: "It's almost at this point, although there is a murderous enmity between us, I don't really want your life." I'll cut off your two hands, so that you won't be able to practice kung fu again. How about we write off our grievances?"

This sounds ruthless, but in fact, it has already given Wang Yong face. After all, Wang Yong killed Yao Xingyuan's apprentice, according to the previous rules of the rivers and lakes, it was a never-ending thing.

Now Yao Xingyuan only needs to abolish Wang Yong's kung fu to expose grievances, but it is a great favor.

"Hehe, I appreciate Master Yao's kindness. It's just that I'd rather die than be humiliated, so let's continue. In addition, why did your apprentice die, is it too much for me to kill the killer, and you will find out when you ask Su Rui when it is over!" Wang Yong refused without hesitation.

After speaking, he put on a posture in the shape of a monkey, but he was ready to continue to fight with Yao Xingyuan.

Yao Xingyuan frowned, listening to Wang Yong's words, there seemed to be something else hidden. It's just that now is not the time to ask, and when it's over, I really have to ask Suri well.

"Since you have decided, I respect you as a man. However, I won't leave your hand behind because you're injured!" Yao Xingyuan also put on a posture and said.

"Just as I wish!" Wang Yong's eyes lit up, and he forcibly supported his shaking body and attacked first.

It's just that this monkey-shaped fight is scattered, and all the spirit and spirit are scattered. Where it looks like a monkey jumping around, it is clearly a wild boar that hits a tree.

Zhang Xiaofang sighed, and he could see that Wang Yong was obviously not good. Yao Xingyuan's punch still had a serious impact on him after all.

Syllable!

Wang Yong was supposed to scratch the monkey scratch on Yao Xingyuan's face, but it turned into an itch and was opened by Yao Xingyuan with a free hand.

Kung Fu has been practiced to the point of Yao Xingyuan, and his fist has long been the same as fine iron, and when he encounters the enemy, his strength will naturally be released. slammed into Wang Yong's palm, just like an iron plate pumping on human flesh, making a frightening sound.

Wang Yong's tiger mouth opened a big opening, and blood flowed down.