Wang Xiaoshi's heart was shocked, this hand of a demigod-level Caucasian is the best empty-handed white blade in the martial arts, only zài is in the legend, I didn't expect that I could really meet such a master today.

The so-called cow tongue curling grass, the reason is very simple, the old cow eats grass, whether it is a thorny leaf or a sharp sawtooth grass, you can get through the guò cow tongue, roll it in the mouth, and chew it in a big mouth, and the cow tongue will not be hurt at all.

This is not only because of the thick tongue coating on the cow's tongue, but the most important thing is that the power of the old cow's tongue is extremely skillful, and it is extremely soft and rigid.

This principle was later discovered and adopted by martial arts masters, but for a long time, there was only a theory, but no one had ever practiced it.

It wasn't until Wang Yanru learned from the strengths of the past and the present that she spent half her life on the strength of the method of rigidity and softness, and taught it to Wang Xiaoshi.

Wang Xiaoshi never thought that in this world, in addition to himself, there are still people who can use such a trick as cow tongue rolling grass.

It's too late, it's too fast, only to hear a muffled buzzing sound, and the soft palm of the quasi-god-level Caucasian wrapped around the blade of the slender stone sword that was as sharp as clay, and suddenly it rolled, and a huge force surged over.

Wang Xiaoshi shouted, steady his mind, his wrist was like iron, and he stabbed horizontally, but he was rolled up by that force, and the slender stone sword was like a spinning top, spinning rapidly, and the entire sword body creaked and twisted into a twisted shape.

Wang Xiaoshi's eyes widened, and he only felt that the strength of the other party seemed to be raging, and he was overwhelmed, and as soon as his palm was loosened, the hilt of the slender stone sword immediately rotated rapidly.

Wang Xiaoshi screamed, the tiger's mouth cracked, and the palm of his hand was wiped off a large piece of flesh by the hilt of the slender stone sword, and the slender stone sword was also snatched away by the white quasi-god-level master.

Between the lightning and the fire, Wang Xiaoshi saw the palm of the Caucasian quasi-god-level master, and also drew a deep blood mark, obviously under Wang Xiaoshi's full force, he was also injured.

Wang Xiaoshi's slender stone sword was snatched, but he didn't even blink his eyes, he snorted, his body was like a tiger, and he pounced, his momentum was like a rainbow, even the Caucasian quasi-god-level master could feel it, and his boiling and burning battle intent couldn't help frowning.

An opponent like Wang Xiaoshi is something that no one wants to do and dare not oppose, he has completely discarded his temperament, regardless of life and death, reputation, and retreat, and attacks frantically around quasi-god-level masters.

Such a crazy attack, according to ordinary people, the boxing fight has already fallen, and it is inevitable that there are flaws everywhere, and it will fall down with one blow.

However, Wang Xiaoshi has been taught top martial arts by Wang Yanru since he was a child, and twenty years of hellish training have made him not chaotic at all, standing like a mountain, fists like meteors, feet like dragons, and Fadu Senran, both offensive and defensive, the faster he fights, but it does not damage his momentum of a mad tiger and a wolf.

As a result, the Caucasian quasi-god-level master was suppressed by him, and his fists and feet could not be used, and the two of them collided violently with their fists and feet, and they fought heartily.

Wang Xiaoshi's fists and feet are getting faster and faster, looking from a distance, the fallen leaves are fluttering, the dead branches are flying in the sand, forming a huge circle around the two, and he suddenly shouted with a thunderclap: "Let you taste my Brahma Tibetan Mudra!" ”

After Wang Xiaoshi finished drinking, he bowed his waist suddenly, his bones all over his body clicked, his body seemed to have skyrocketed, his five fingers were open, like a carrot, and his palm became black and purple because of excessive congestion.

The muscles in his palm, drumming one after another, seemed to be the heartbeat of the fetus, and even the Caucasian god-level master could hear the sound of the fetus moving, and his heart was suddenly awe-inspiring.

At this moment, Wang Xiaoshi slammed his palm, flew sand and stones, and slapped down on the quasi-god-level Caucasian with the momentum of the sky collapsing.

There is not much difference between the martial arts realm of the two, and the Caucasian is slightly superior, but under Wang Xiaoshi's onslaught, the Caucasian actually succumbed to the inferior, and Wang Xiaoshi's momentum was higher than the wave.

The so-called shower does not end, although the Caucasian quasi-god-level master is temporarily on the defensive, he knows very well in his heart that once Wang Xiaoshi's stormy attack turns into a low ebb, he will be defeated!

In the martial arts master competition, there is only one end of failure, and that is death!

The Caucasian quasi-god-level master never thought that just when Wang Xiaoshi's momentum was soaring into the sky and about to turn into a low ebb, he would actually make such an earth-shattering move!

Now, Wang Xiaoshi's general trend has become a reality, he has no way to avoid, there is no way to retreat, his whole body has been shrouded by Wang Xiaoshi's palm print, and he has been forced to a desperate situation.

At this moment, even if he regretted it, it was too late, so he had to grit his teeth, turn up his left palm, and use all the strength of his body to meet Wang Xiaoshi's big handprint.

The two palms struck each other, and there was no sound at all, and a second later, there was a sudden loud bang, like a thunderclap from the flat bottom, which shook everyone's eardrums, and a large area of mud and sand and dead leaves beside the two of them rose into the sky, enveloping the two figures.

A wave of wild waves visible to the naked eye, like a violent wind, swept a qiē, spread around, where the strong wind went, the big trees overturned, the ground seemed to be turned over by a plow, and the upside down rolled up, I don't know how many years of dead branches and leaves that had been piled up, were turned up, revealing the smell of **.

The sky was full of fallen leaves and flying sand, as if there had been a violent explosion, the three demigod-level masters staggered back, and the instinctive vigilance of the martial artists made them retreat at the same time, while keeping their ears and eyes sharp, and on alert, but no one dared to rush into the circle where Wang Xiaoshi and the two were fighting.

A demigod-level master, on this earth, is already a character who has completed the second evolution and is about to break through to the third level of evolution.

In a sense, these guys are legendary gods, not to mention ordinary people, even if they are presidents of big countries, in their eyes, they are at most monkey heads.

However, this big battle between the leader and Wang Xiaoshi completely shocked the remaining three people, and also frightened the three of them.

The courage of these three people is greater than the sky, but at this moment, they are also awe-inspiring, and the three of them secretly speculate that among the three people, no matter which one of them, if they face God, I am afraid they will not survive.

At the same time that the three of them were stunned, Ye Lanwei also recoiled.

Although Ye Lanwei is not a regular army, in the three instructors such as Ruan Qiu, according to the hellish training of vulture mercenaries, the concept of military orders like a mountain has been deeply rooted in everyone's bone marrow.

But, this time, it's an exception!

After listening to Wang Xiaoshi's order, all Yelanwei were reflexive, and retreated as soon as possible, although they didn't understand why the chief instructor issued this order, but everyone's first reaction was to retreat quickly.

However, the retreat momentum was only carried out for a few tenths of a second, and it was broken by the sound of Wang Xiaoshi and the Caucasian quasi-god-level master.

The time that Wang Xiaoshi and the Caucasian people fought did not add up to more than a minute, but listening to the shocking explosion, as if a ton of explosives had exploded, everyone realized that the chief instructor had met an opponent this time.

Li Mingjun was the first to react, with a long roar, his short hair and the hairs around his body stood up, and the spirit of essence on his head was permeated, like wolf smoke, and he rushed straight into the sky, with a hula sound, his body was as strong as a tiger, bringing a gust of wind, and galloping to help.

At this moment, none of the Yelanwei, including the Gema Monkey, accepted Wang Xiaoshi's order to retreat quickly, and almost all of them rushed over at the same time.

And at this moment, Wang Xiaoshi and the Caucasian quasi-god-level masters have already decided the winner.

I saw that in the center of the venue where the two were fighting, the leaves were fluttering, and the sand was flying, gradually revealing the figures of Wang Xiaoshi and the white master.

Wang Xiaoshi's left hand was fractured, the corners of his mouth were bloody, and the injury was obviously not light, while the white master shrugged one arm at a strange angle, his chest was sunken, his face was like pale gold, his eyes were blank, and he was seriously injured.

One of the two of them was standing, and the other was lying down, like a cockfight, but their spirits were a little aggrieved, and the earth-shattering blow just now exhausted the strength of the two masters, and they could no longer do it.

Wang Xiaoshi actually defeated a quasi-god-level master, which he didn't even expect.

This is due to the fact that the Brahma Tibetan Fetal Mudra created by Wang Yanru was too domineering and violent, and under one palm, although he seriously injured the Caucasian quasi-god master, Wang Xiaoshi's heart and intestines almost burst, and that was because he over-stimulated the power of his own essence.

Almost at the same moment, the three demigod-level masters and Ye Lanwei all realized that this time was a perfect opportunity to kill the opponent's general.

"God Butcher!"

A demigod-level master on the opposite side shouted, his body was like an eagle falcon, and with one arm, he rushed to Wang Xiaoshi's side, and the other two demigod-level masters also rushed to Wang Xiaoshi's side, wanting to kill Wang Xiaoshi, this opportunity is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

"Bang!"

At that moment, Constance's rifle shot a bullet at the center of the eyebrow of a Caucasian man on the left.

Then there were a few bangs, and the sniper bullets became bursting submachine guns, but each bullet was shot at the three demigod-level masters with extraordinary accuracy.

At the same time, the rifle in Shi Ming's hand also exerted the most powerful power as a sniper, and every bullet seemed to have eyes, specifically shooting at the throat, temple, and heart of the three demigod-level masters.

Although the two sniper kings did not have a heavy sniper in their hands, but under the pressure of the momentum of the three powerful demigod-level masters, they also burst out of their greatest potential, and the rifle in hand, although the power was not as good as the heavy sniper, but it covered the bodies of the three demigod-level masters to death.

Li Mingjun, the two dark power grandmasters of Gema Monkey, rushed towards the three demigod-level masters who were encircling Wang Xiaoshi at the fastest speed, knowing that they were invincible, but they also had the heart to die together, and they were extremely brave!

Wang Shenggao threw the big viper machine gun on his body to the polo, and his fat and fat body also rushed to the field.

The bullets of the two sniper kings, although they did not injure the three demigod-level masters, managed to slow them down.

Li Mingjun took the opportunity to rush to Wang Xiaoshi's side, just happened to meet the black demigod master, and smashed a punch like a battering ram into Wang Xiaoshi's head.

This black man's muscles are not very strong, but the spindle-shaped tendons have been tempered in every detail.

The huge fist had not yet smashed in front of Li Mingjun, and Li Mingjun felt a heavy gust of wind, almost suffocating, and his hair was curled.

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