Nodding slightly, Zhou Wenbin waved his hand and said, "Okay, you just have a few tricks with him, they are all state personnel, don't hurt his life." Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

This was said very arrogantly, as if he had already concluded that Sword Seven would definitely be able to defeat Lin Qingfeng, and Lin Qingfeng could only sneer at this. When he came in, he carefully looked at the entire hall, and the only thing that really made him jealous was the old man Huang who was sitting on the Taishi chair, as for this sword No. 7, perhaps, he was very strong as a special forces, but if he was one-on-one, he could easily abuse the other party to death!

"Yes! .......”

Hearing Zhou Wenbin's words, Sword No. 7, who had a resolute and solemn face, suddenly roared, saluted a military salute of incomparable standards, and then, his whole body moved slightly, and his muscles and bones exploded inch by inch, giving people a feeling of being incomparable.

Lazily stretching his waist, Lin Qingfeng waved casually, and said with a smile, "Come on, let me see the strength of the so-called three special forces, I hope you don't let me down!" ”

"Pick up!"

Seemingly irritated by Lin Qingfeng's careless treatment, Sword Seven roared, suddenly took an electric step, and a swift and ferocious punch was struck, and the figure was fluttering, containing a simple and profound artistic conception.

"Huh? Interesting, some interesting, it turned out to be an authentic Xinyi Fist, but unfortunately, you just understood the skin, and barely mastered the first dragon descending handle of the Xinyi Fist, I don't know how many people have taught you the Xinyi Fist? Did you reach the highest ninth, turning over and destroying the sky and the dragon? Seeing this punch, Lin Qingfeng's eyes lit up and he slowly spoke.

Although his inner boxing is mainly practiced Taijiquan and Xingyi boxing, but he also has a deep dabble in the famous Xinyi boxing in Huaxia, the key is that his master has cultivated to the ninth of Xinyi boxing, and he has taught Lin Qingfeng for a month, and his talent is against the sky, and he has reached the third flying dragon Yutian.

In fact, Xinyiquan is the kung fu that some great warrior monks of Shaolin have realized in farming, and the original name was hoe style, and then I felt that the name was not good, so I changed the name of such a Xinyiquan. Those who can cultivate the Xinyi Fist to the fifth are at least the masters of the transformation of strength, and even if they reach the seventh, even Shaolin is definitely rare, Lin Qingfeng's master Ye Qingtian is a martial idiot, and the strength is against the sky, so he has cultivated the Xinyi Fist to the ninth of the highest level.

With a stroke of the Heart Fist, the Sword No. 7 looked awe-inspiring, he could feel that Lin Qingfeng in front of him was very powerful, but he also had some confidence, because the chief instructor had taught him a killing move of the Heart Fist, and when he heard Lin Qingfeng suddenly say this, he suddenly recognized the Heart Fist he cast, and he suddenly panicked in his heart, and had a bad feeling. The other party is so familiar with his own mind fist, could it be......

At the same time as he opened his mouth like this, Lin Qingfeng's figure slashed out, and his palm suddenly drew a strange circle, as if he was greeting guests with a smile, smiling slightly, taking advantage of the situation.

"Pong! ........”

Sword No. 7's still fierce move fell short all of a sudden, and the whole person was as if he had hit the dough all at once, and his body was under Lin Qingfeng's area, and he couldn't help but staggered forward and ran out, running out seven or eight steps, and then he forcibly stood with the kung fu of a horse, with a shocked look on his face!

Lin Qingfeng's move just now was actually merciful to his subordinates, because if he took the opportunity to chase and kill when he was in the middle of the situation, he would not have time to resist at all. However, Lin Qingfeng was still smiling, and his expression had a sense of contempt. Sword Seven had a feeling of cold sweat at this moment, and at the same time, he was also a little angry, Lin Qingfeng's contemptuous smile was simply a naked insult to himself!

"Roar!"

With a sudden roar, Sword Seven rushed out again, he was as energetic as an explosion at the moment, his hair and hairs exploded, and the skin on his body swelled slightly, showing a brass color, and his body exuded a fierce and bloody aura.

"Tiger Kill!"

Sword No. 7 began to fight hard, but this move made Lin Qingfeng stunned for a moment, and then smiled, and began to be a little curious about this sword chief instructor. There are many horizontal kung fu, the most famous is the thirteen Taibao horizontal kung fu, the golden bell jar, the iron cloth shirt, the iron sand palm, etc., in addition, many people do not know that Shaolin also has a secret kung fu called the kung fu of the bronze man, obviously, the sword No. 7 is the practice of this kind of horizontal kung fu, and in the tube, Lin Qingfeng can almost conclude at this moment that the chief instructor of the sword, one of the three major special forces, must be the master of the Shaolin Temple!

"Bronze man refining body, your cultivation is still too shallow, it's not enough to see at all!" Shaking his finger, Lin Qingfeng spoke slowly.

"Huh!"

When Sword No. 7's attack was about to get closer, Lin Qingfeng's figure flickered, like a white horse passing through a gap, an antelope hanging its horns, and one of his fingers quickly pointed out, snapping, only to hear two crisp sounds, only to see Sword No. 7 snorted, and his arms, which had just been strong, suddenly slumped, and it was dislocated by Lin Qingfeng directly from the joint of his arm! Lin Qingfeng's trick was very ingenious, because he knew too much about Huaxia Guoshu, and he happened to know a lot about this bronze man's body refinement, and knew that the cover door it practiced at the beginning was all joints.

The severe pain did not make Sword Seven scream out, however, there was a bean-sized sweat flowing down his face, the young man in front of him was too terrifying, he seemed to know his bronze refining body very well, and his methods were really clever, the dodging body was so fast that he couldn't see clearly, and he hit his two joints with his shot. If he was attacking his throat instead of his own joints, then he would already be a corpse at this moment!

Clearly aware of the gap between himself and Lin Qingfeng, Sword No. 7 did not surrender because of this, because he was Sword No. 7, and the military order was higher than life, since the major ordered him to defeat the other party, even if he paid the price of death, he must complete the order!

This sword No. 7 is worthy of being a special soldier, a generation of ruthless people, his soft arms touched the ground, and the joints were suddenly pressed down and twisted, and suddenly there were two crisp sounds, and he was sweating in pain, but his arms were connected again by himself. Ignoring the pain that still came from the joints of his arms, Sword Seven rushed over again, this time he still put on the frame of the Heart Fist, and when he was close to Lin Qingfeng, he suddenly lowered his head and bent over, and with a bang, three silver rays of light rushed out of his neck and stabbed directly towards Lin Qingfeng's front door. At the same time as making this action, Sword Seven suddenly rushed out diagonally, hooked his feet, and kicked out in a chain, vicious and ferocious.

One of the secret techniques of the Heart Fist, a deadly chain foot!

"Boom la la ........."

The strong wind howled, causing Lin Qingfeng's clothes to fly, but he smiled slightly in the face of the impact of the three silver rays, with a kind of confidence and contempt on his face. Than the darker? The most proud of himself, the biggest killer feature, is the hidden weapon, this sword No. 7 actually wants to rely on a special hidden weapon device to defeat himself, it is too stupid!