As soon as his metacarpal bones shattered, there was no way to control the thug's arm, only to hear a muffled thud, and the thug's fist, long and straight in, was smothered on his nose.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, blood splashed, the bridge of Genmotohong's nose collapsed, and the three big teeth also flew into the air with a dozen drops of blood forming a chain.

Yuan Benhong was shocked in his heart, since he became a god, he boasted that in addition to the king of all gods in the west, there was only a martial arts supreme like Park Taibai in the east, barely competing with himself, and with Park Taibai's indifferent and indisputable character, once he fought for life and death with himself, he was probably not his opponent.

Even, with the genetic berserk liquid, even if he encounters Zeus, the legendary king of gods in the West, Genmoto Hiroshi has the confidence to fight against it!

The full strength of a Dan Jin master, if the potential is stimulated and doubled and skyrocketed, that power is incredible, and it can definitely sweep any opponent.

But Genbenhong never dreamed that the few gangsters he met on the streets of Hancheng would be so powerful!

And that's far from the end!

Although Genmoto Hiroshi was injured, his mind was like iron, and he was not chaotic at all, and his body quickly retreated, while avoiding the continuous pursuit of the gangsters led by him, his knees rose diagonally upward, blocking the palm of the purple-haired girl.

The essence of his whole body quickly condensed in the dantian, like a ** bucket, if the purple-haired girl did not retreat, the next move would be a series of shocking hook kicks, which would hit the enemy hard.

Genmoto Hong is injured but not chaotic, and he is indeed the style of a great grandmaster, however, the group of people he met today is not trivial, and it is destined that this karate master will end dismally.

The body parts of people in martial arts, the tips of the elbows and knees, are the hardest parts, used to attack, and they are also very ruthless, almost no one will be stupid enough to attack the tips of the opponent's knees and elbows, so Hiroshi Genmoto uses his knees to protect his chest and abdomen, which is almost a seamless defensive technique.

However, in the eyes of the purple-haired girl, a smile flashed, seemingly unruly scratching, the palm suddenly closed quickly, and then the five fingers slowly opened, the posture was graceful and beautiful, like a golden lotus blooming, wonderful, with a great solemn sacred taste.

Genmoto Hiroshi trembled, an indescribable danger and horror, from the purple-haired girl's slowly stretched left hand, as if it was not a girl's slender jade fingers, but a devil's claw stretched out from the hell blood pool, his instinctive vigilance, almost already roaring, but Genmoto Hong's moves were already old, and it was too late.

Sincere!

The girl's soft fingers flicked lightly on Genmoto Hong's knees, only to hear a crisp sound, Genmoto Hong's strong knees, together with half of the calves, flesh and blood blurred, bones cracked, his whole person, as if he was hit head-on by a D-shaped train, and the whole person flew out directly.

"Ciao, what kind of kung fu will this pretend to be, give me a beating."

The little gangster with a wicked smile saw Yuan Benhong fall out, scolded and scolded disdainfully, waved his hand, and a group of thugs, all rushed up, picked up Wang Ba's fist, punched and kicked Yuan Benhong underground, and spit while fighting: "I'll let you pretend to be better, I'll let you pretend to be better, Lao Tzu will beat you up a peach blossom." ”

Even if Genmoto Hiroshi was seriously injured, he would not have been unable to get up, but he soon discovered that the thugs who beat him each of them understood the fragile parts of the human body as accurately as a medical anatomical master.

The parts where they seem to kick and beat are all the most painful and vulnerable parts of the human body, and the most terrifying thing is that the punches and kicks of these little gangsters are all with dark energy.

Even if Gen Benhong is a great master of the Jie Dan Tongshen, he can't stand so much dark energy damage, and after only two hits, his internal organs tingle, his head is dizzy, and he falls into a dizzy state, and there is no way to resist at all.

The moment Genmoto Hiroshi was beaten out and flew out, all the onlookers were stunned, this guy who was beaten into a dog by a few thugs was Genmoto Hiroshi, who was known as the martial saint of Sang Guo and named after Park Taibai?

There are too many liars in this world.

All the spectators looked at the ground in a daze, and Hiroshi Genmoto, who was beaten so hard that he couldn't stand up, was kicked around like a ball, and everyone couldn't believe their eyes.

Flashing lights on countless mobile phones, flashing non-stop, this kind of appalling thing, seeing is believing, it's better to take pictures as proof, otherwise, bragging is more than the capital.

Ikebana Maruko was immediately alert at the moment when Genmoto Hiroshi was attacked, but when her hand just touched the two short knives on her lower waist, a long and a short knife, a man's faint voice came from her ear: "Beauty, if I were you, I would definitely not move, hehe, you look at the forty-five degree angle." ”

The one who spoke was the handsome guy who was fascinated by the ikebana Maruko just now, and he didn't take part in the group fight, but kept standing aside and guarding the ikebana Maruko.

While the handsome guy was talking, a tingling sensation suddenly came from Hanamichi Maruko's temples, as if she was being pricked by a red-hot steel needle, her face changed, and Yuxue's lovely face was full of cruelty: "Sniper? ”

Hanamichi Maruko was said in Sang Chinese, and I don't know if the handsome guy understood it, he said lightly in Huaxia: "Yes, this is our sniper, I dare to guarantee, if you are not obedient, the next moment, your head will be blown open by bullets, brain pulp and blood, stained all over your body, maybe splash my blood, but I don't mind." ”

Ikebana Maruko only felt that the young gangster's body had a fierce killing intent that he had never seen before, and such an aura was not blindly sharp, but also a thick and majestic aura, and his heart suddenly sank.

Not to mention that there was a sniper in ambush in the distance, even if this young gangster made a move, Hanamichi Maruko probably wouldn't be able to stop him from making three or five moves, she had to stand obediently in place, her mouth was not idle, and her voice was bitter: "Who are you?" ”

The young gangster ignored Ikebana-chan Maruko's question, and just set his eyes on Hiroshi Genmoto, who at the moment, like a dead dog, was being kicked around underground.

The bastard with a wicked smile on his face, his feet were especially hard, he was no longer kicking, but stomping, every time he stomped, the ground had to tremble, Genmoto Hong's whole body bones, I don't know how many are still intact?

The more people surround them, no one dares to dissuade this group of lawless guys, after all, looking at this group of people, it is not easy to provoke, but someone still secretly called the police, and after a while, I heard the police car of the Public Security Department, the siren sounded, and rushed towards this side.

"I know, you are Huaxia, you can't run away."

One of Ikebana-chanmaruko's faces is full of yin owl meaning, and the contrast with her innocent baby face is extremely strong.

The handsome guy smiled faintly and ignored her, only to see the gangster with a wicked smile waving his arms: "The police are here, let's throw Yuan Benhong, the old king, into the Han River to feed the fish, do you say?" ”

"Good!"

The gangster's suggestion was unanimously approved, and five or six gangsters lifted Yuan Benhong, rushed to the river, and threw him into the river with a thud, which made many people scream in fright: "It's a life, save people." ”

The thug leader turned around, laughed, and waved his hand: "Withdraw!" ”

Hanamichi Maruko's temples have always been locked by the muzzle of the sniper, and he watched a few gangsters run away and disappear, and suddenly his whole body loosened, and he looked at the tall building again, and the sniper above the original tall building had disappeared.

Ikebana Maruko did not hesitate, jumped down the river in a slippery manner, and with the help of a few enthusiastic people, finally in the river, the floating and sinking Genmoto Hiroshi scooped up, Genben Hong's face was pale, his whole body was soft, and his bones were broken at least a dozen or so, fortunately, he hung his last breath and was dying.

At this moment, a large number of reporters who got the news had already rushed over to conduct interviews with the audience, long guns and short guns, and kept shooting at Genmoto Hong, Hanamichi Maruko was depressed, and suddenly choked the throat of one of the reporters, and his voice was cold: "If you don't retreat, don't blame me for being unkind." ”

Everyone was shocked, they never thought that this sweet-looking girl would have so much strength, and they were all so frightened that they retreated again and again, Hanamichi Maruko took off Genmoto Hiroshi's shirt and covered his face, but knowing that this move was useless, she couldn't help but sigh.

In the Song Family's National Art Museum, the gangsters who were still happily fighting just now all showed their true faces.

The tall and fat gangster is Wang Shenggao, the only black gangster, but it is Constance, the gangster with a wicked smile is Wang Xiaoshi, the cool and handsome gangster, but it is Li Mingjun, the sniper on the rooftop is Mark, and the purple-haired girl is Dao Ling'er.

Wigs and fake tattoos, coupled with fashionable Korean hip-hop clothes, immediately turned these great masters of national arts into street dancing and fighting gangsters, judging from their age, these people are very young and can't see flaws at all.

"Haha, Hiroshi Genmoto is really lucky, we people, it is his blessing to beat him together."

Wang Shenggao patted his big belly and said happily that the ten-minute street dance turned this big fat man into a hippie, talking and dancing at the same time.

Dao Ling'er pursed her lips and smiled, looking at Wang Xiaoshi, who had already recovered to her original state as a fat man, and felt very funny, the current master, who was simple and stupid, did not have the majesty of the master, but made people feel very kind.

Wang Xiaoshi's face was full of forbearance, and he sighed: "You guys, you are too shady, three or four masters of strength, two god-level masters, beating up a forty-year-old uncle, not to mention that others feel cruel, even I am a little unbearable." ”

"Alas, my biggest shortcoming is that I am too kind, people say that the bottom of the fat man's heart has always been kind and kind, I can guarantee that this is true."

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