If a normal person suffers from this, it is almost 100% dead, and even the skull will be shattered.

His knee was enough to shatter a 5-centimeter-thick plank.

Su asked, no matter how strong the defense is, it won't be safe anymore, right?

Su Wen was indeed a little inappropriate, and the strength of this time was indeed far beyond his estimate, more than several times stronger than Fang Cai's punch.

Ten punches are not as good as an elbow, ten elbows are not as good as a knee, this is not an empty phrase. The power of a knee hit is much greater than the power of a punch, not to mention the bonus of a sprint run.

Su Wen only felt a little dizzy in his head, and almost fell down when he got up from the ground.

At the same time, a steel knife slashed at his neck, and a long sword stabbed him directly in the head of the Parkway.

"Bell, bell" two sounds sounded above Su Wen's head.

Su Wen only waved his sword to the side and shook his head, only to feel better.

The power of Fang Cai's blow was indeed not small, and the moment he was hit, Venus appeared in front of him, and his head was a little dizzy.

But that's about it.

After getting up and shaking his head, Su Wen recovered and turned his head to look at the man just now.

Since coming in, Su Wen has only paid attention to Han Li, Qi Qiao, and Tang Zhong. For the others, he didn't care too much.

However, this blow is obviously not something that ordinary people can hit.

Even when he was at the intermediate level, ordinary people hit him with sticks, but he couldn't make him feel like this, let alone that he had already reached the high-level Golden Bell Jar.

Which disciples just now, no matter whether they are knives, guns, sticks, or sticks, hitting them on their bodies are almost like tickling. Only by piercing his body can he feel the slightest pain.

And this person punched him with his bare hands, but he hit him in the eyes straight to Venus, which shows that his strength is really not small.

Su Wen remembered the voice that Han Li shouted just now, was it called "Boat Yue"?

Neon Man?

After thinking that the other party was a neon man, Su Wen lost any interest and turned his head to look at the rest of the people.

Funakoshi Kamio pushed away his nephew's support, knelt on the ground, and looked in the direction of Su Wen, his eyes blank.

His own desperate blow in exchange for such a result?

The other party just shook his head after getting up, and didn't react again, just glanced at himself.

After forty years of hard training, the final result was just to let the other party look at him.

I think of my childhood and hard work every day. Others are playing, he is practicing, others are sleeping, he is still practicing, others are falling in love, he is also practicing.

Forty years, most of a person's life, he is all in hard training.

As his strength became stronger and stronger, his status in the family improved, and after Neon became famous, he felt that this was his life's pursuit.

Ten years ago, he was already one of the top masters of neon, and he has been until today.

I used to think I was a strong man, and always have been, until today, it's all broken.

He struck a desperate blow, but he could only let the other party look at him.

For ordinary people, maybe not feel anything. But for a master like him, who has always been surrounded by others and has always been admired, it made him fall to the point of collapse of his faith.

He didn't need the other party to fight, and he fell into self-doubt.

Weak, Funakoshi Kamio only felt a feeling of powerlessness coming from the bottom of his heart.

For ten years, I have never been so powerless. It seems to be back when I was a child, looking at my father's tall back, but I can't catch up.

If he is given another chance, he will definitely not come to Xinhua, and he will definitely not end up.

Except for him, those disciples of Sanhemen were about to collapse at this time, and the monk in front of him didn't react at all no matter how he beat him, and all those who were hit by him were lying on the ground and couldn't get up, how could they fight?

They even suspected that he was standing there and letting the crowd beat him, and the crowd was helpless against him.

At first, he planned to drag it out until he ran out of energy, but after such a long time, he still didn't show any exhaustion.

What's more, there were only eleven disciples of the Sanhe Sect standing in the field, even if he had no strength, what could he do? Standing there, others couldn't move, and his six monks were strong in martial arts, and these dozen or so of them were definitely not opponents.

No one wanted to do it anymore, but the self-esteem of the warriors still supported them, making them stand opposite Su Wen, but they couldn't muster up the courage to step forward again anyway.

"Ding"

A man slams a long knife to the ground.

Everyone squinted at it, it was a thirty-year-old man, with sweat on his face at this time, staring at Su Wen with his lips tightly pursed, without saying a word.

He is the fifth disciple of the Sanhe Sect, and he is obsessed with martial arts on weekdays and rarely pays attention to foreign affairs. If you see a master, you want to fight him.

But now, even he has no heart.

It's not that he doesn't have the strength, if he can, he can fight again.

But his heart is gone, but he can't use his strength.

The sound of metal touching the ground rang out.

One by one, the disciples held their weapons on the ground.

The fingers were clenched tightly on the weapon, and some were whitish.

Everyone didn't say a word, and looked at Su Wen.

If there is no monk today, this monk who is invulnerable and like a monster, it is not known who will kill the deer.

But there is such a person, who was not known to anyone in the martial arts world before, but after today, he will be a blockbuster in the martial arts world.

Seeing everyone like this, Su Wen also stood in place, and Tanzong and others also put down their weapons.

It has been a full twenty minutes since I started, and everyone except Su Wen has been soaked through their clothes with sweat.

After all, there are so many people around, most of them are not mediocre, even they have to cheer up.

Now that the other party is no longer moving, Tan Zong and the others can also breathe a sigh of relief.

Turning his head to look at Lu Zhishen's side, both of them lost their weapons and fought there with their bare hands.

It was obvious that Han Li was already running out of strength.

Whenever he dodged and parried Lu Zhishen's attack, he had to take a big breath.

And Lu Zhishen's fists and feet, the speed is only a little slower than at the beginning, and the impact is not great, and he is still vigorous.

Looking at this situation, it was as if Han Li hadn't been knocked down in the next round. But he dodged left and right in Lu Zhishen's fists and feet, and always supported him.

Tan Zong and others saw it and were somewhat admired.

Although this person's character is not good, this body of kung fu is real. If they were replaced, they would never stick to the present.

But no matter how much he struggled, it was in vain.

Han Li's heart was cold at this time, and he couldn't take care of the situation on the other side, but from the fact that there was no sound of battle on that side at this time, but no one came to help him, he could see it.

At this time, he was about to run out of breath, and he always felt that Lu Zhishen's speed was getting faster and faster, giving him fewer and fewer opportunities to breathe, and less and less strength in his body.

"If I were fifteen years younger, no, if I was ten years younger, I would never be so. ”

Only the people next to him know that it is not that Lu Zhishen is getting faster and faster, but that he is getting slower and slower.

Finally, under Lu Zhishen's oppression, he couldn't dodge, and saw that Lu Zhishen's iron fist was about to smash on his head.

"It's over. Han Li sighed secretly in his heart and closed his eyes.

At this moment, many things flashed through his mind, but his mood was unexpectedly calm, ready to usher in eternal darkness.

But after a while, before the pain came, he opened his eyes violently, but saw Lu Zhishen's fist stop in front of his head.

Unexpectedly, by now, Lu Zhishen still has the strength to spare, and he can still show mercy to his subordinates.

"You're better than me. Han Li said from the bottom of his heart. "Better than when I was younger. ”

Lu Zhishen grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth: "In the name of the abbot, I will take you back to the mountain to recite the Buddha for ten years." ”