Chapter 455, Invincible in Melee Combat!

The battle between men was supposed to be so simple and straightforward. Fastest update //

It is better to be still than to move, and if you move, you will see life and death.

The bald man was the first to lose his breath and was the first to attack the bearded man.

His feet moved rapidly, and his huge body stepped on the gravel on the ground without making the slightest sound.

However, if you have a pair of sharp eyes, you will find that every time he steps on it, there will be a shallow pit, and the stone that used to be the size of the foot has already turned into an inconspicuous layer of powder.

King Kong into the body.

It's hard work. It is also an external practice of kung fu.

With the understanding of the bearded man, the monk has been able to maintain such a prestige until now, proving that he has maintained the body of Yuanyang until now.

That is, he is a virgin.

At that time, when everyone in the army heard that he was practicing this kind of kung fu, they laughed at him for being a fool. Even if the kung fu is good, what about it? Can't get close to women, can you be a bachelor for the rest of your life?

At that time, one of the things that everyone looked forward to the most was to go back and find a daughter-in-law. The morale of the soldiers is relatively strong.

But he didn't listen. I'm still practicing as always. Even stimulated by this, I worked harder than before.

Later, in the all-army competition, he won the championship trophy on behalf of the team of 12 people.

From then on, no one laughed at him anymore.

No matter what the purpose is, people who know how to persevere are always respected.

He didn't run fast, but in the blink of an eye he rushed in front of the bearded man.

He clawed forward with his left hand, and stabbed the bearded man in the chest with his right hand.

Friendship is friendship, and battle is battle. They all understand that.

The beard does not move.

Static braking. Unchanged to meet all changes.

He knew what the strengths of the 'monk' were, and where the flaws were.

The bearded man took three steps back. In the entire squad, he will only choose to retreat when fighting the monk.

Because the force of his first blow is enough to open the mountain and split the rocks, the body is difficult to resist, and under the hard fight, he will be seriously injured and killed.

Sou

Sou

Sou

The monk grabbed three handfuls in a row, but failed to lock the bearded body. As long as he touches it, he can get a piece of skin down. At that time, the military thorn in his right hand pierced out like lightning, enough to disembowel him and break his chest.

However, it was the air that was torn apart by his claw wind, making a twisted and broken sound.

The bearded man took three steps back. Then take it a step further.

Punch out!

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The wind is fierce and the fist is shaking the sky.

"Here we are." The monk smiled in his heart.

He has fought against the instructor many times and knows his fighting style of retreating first and then retreating. I didn't expect that after so many years, he still hasn't changed.

Doesn't he know that people change?

In the past, when the monk faced the instructor's punch, he always chose to fight with punches and strong against bombardment.

He is confident in his fists. He thinks that fist collision is the real man.

Moreover, at that time, he never thought of injuring the instructor.

Now, the environment is different, the world is different, and people's hearts are different.

The monk did not choose to punch. The long-standing spur stabbed into the bearded fist.

No matter how high your martial arts are, you are afraid of kitchen knives. No matter how hard the fist is, it is afraid of military stabs.

He's going to pierce the instructor's fist.

Sou

One shot missed.

The monk had a bad premonition.

Before he could react, his hand holding the military spur was already held by the instructor.

The instructor's hands were rough, even rougher than when they were in the army. His wrists were grabbed by him like iron posts bound by screws.

"You've changed." The bearded man said. "I've changed, too."

As he spoke, the bearded man punched out.

The monk gritted his teeth and threw the same punch.

He was about to exert his strength, but suddenly there was a cone of pain in the bearded hand. The pain came too suddenly, and it was too unbearable. His whole mind trembled as if it were about to be destroyed.

The bearded man chose the method of unloading his strength and hurting people. He attacked the monk's left hand, causing his body to instantly fall into a state of paralysis and great pain. As a result, his body is unbalanced, and his right hand punch will inevitably be greatly affected.

This is only a short-lived reaction, perhaps only a few tenths of a second.

However, this time is also enough for a bearded man to throw a punch. And the punch that the monk faced was greatly discounted as if it had added water.

bang

Fist to fist. The monk's entire body flew out.

Click, click, click

His body was so hard that he actually connected and smashed two huge rocks, and then he stopped with difficulty.

Vajra Protector. Because his skin and bones were too strong, even if the blow was successful, the beard could not hurt his internal organs.

Take advantage of his illness and ask for his life.

The bearded man will not wait for his body to recover and adjust, as long as the opponent who has a flaw is the easiest to do.

The punch just now only knocked him out of his best form, leaving him with some minor flaws.

The beard moved.

He came running, his massive body like a raging bison.

As he moved his legs, the spur in his calf was already in his palm.

A stab out.

Lightning-fast. Difficult to discern with the naked eye.

If he were to be inserted, he would have nailed the monk's body to the big stone.

Cha

The thorn was as sharp as usual, and it pierced into the stone without any hindrance, like a knife cutting tofu.

Mountains and rocks fall off. Rattle.

But the monk's body has been pulled apart.

It's thunder.

"The instructor's demeanor is still the same, and I will play with you."

Lei Zhen pulled the monk out of the brink of death, and then the two rushed towards the bearded man left and right.

One is unparalleled in kung fu, and the other is ghostly and domineering in boxing. The two cooperated, and the gods and ghosts were unstoppable.

A long time ago, this combination of theirs was invincible. The good hands that fold in their hands are not a hundred, but eighty.

At that time, they were also given a nickname, called 'Gate God Second General'. That is to say, they are like the door gods posted by the common people at the door during the Chinese New Year, with the two of them, it is difficult for any little ghosts and evil things to get in.

No one expected that many years later, the second general of this door god would really become a 'door god'. The difference is that in the past, it was the gate god of a country, but now it is the gate god of a family.

The bearded man did not pause and charged towards the middle position at a faster pace.

In this situation of flanking left and right, if he still wants to move at a standstill, it is delusional and stupid. Charge, as long as the charge can have hope, only the charge can achieve the final victory.

The three of them ran in one direction at the same time, and the distance in between was instantly shortened.

At an intermediate point, they met.

When the brave meet, the strong wins.

The scene of the three encountering was not as intense as Mars hitting the earth.

The formation looks lively, but everyone is so careful when it comes to fighting.

Fists and kicks. Blade collision.

The bearded man made two punches, one kick and one knife, and the monk punched and stabbed, and Lei Zhen had already blasted out twenty-four punches in this short period of time.

Then, like an electric shock, the three people entangled in a black scene bounced away like lightning.

Of course, they all have their own gains.

The monk grabbed the bearded man's wrist and tore off a piece of flesh.

And the military thorn in the bearded man's hand fell into Lei Zhen's hands.

Yes, that military thorn pierced the palm of Lei Zhen's palm.

Back off. Adjust.

Gather momentum. Wait for the next attack.

Lei Zhen looked at the military thorn on his palm, laughed, and said, "Not bad." An instructor is an instructor. Everyone thought you were powerful in ranged attacks, but I didn't expect you to be invincible in melee combat after many years."

He pulled out the dagger in his palm and let the bright red blood rush out like a fountain.

He had potions in his pocket, as well as all kinds of healing supplies. But he didn't reach out and pull them out.

Because he knows very well that as long as he dares to do this kind of useless work, yes, for them, self-healing is useless work. The bearded man can quickly rush over and tear himself to shreds.

He knew he could do it. Because he saw it with his own eyes.

That's where the benefits of teamwork come in.

The monk rushed out again.

He wants to use his unbroken body to buy his teammates a little time. With a little time, Lei Zhen can stop the bleeding and heal his wounds. That way, their chances of winning will be greater.

As long as everyone knows that no one can hold on for too long if the blood is sprayed like this. Moreover, the passage of every blood is actually the dissipation of spirit. A warrior who has lost his spirit is just the courage of a horseman, what else can he talk about to win?

Monk Chong.

Bearded people also rush.

"Roar"

The monk clenched his hands into fists. He wants to use his horizontal kung fu to blow the bearded head.

The bearded man also clenched his fists. Because the only weapon on his body, the military thorn was pierced in Lei Zhen's hand just now, and now he pulled it out and threw it away.

rumble

The fists of the two were firmly butted together.

The wind slammed his face, and the distorted air made a scalp-tingling salad sound like sand grinding teeth.

Scattered without a single blow.

They fist to fist, like martial arts masters competing for internal strength.

The bearded fist suddenly loosened and turned into a palm.

Then, his huge palm grasped the monk's fist.

His thumb slammed into the muzzle of the monk's fist.

The monk's body shook, and the energy that was being vented out of the madness # burst upward, like the flow of water that had been closed by someone.

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The bearded man's energy finally struck in, causing the clothes on his body to burst instantly.

His body flew upside down and slammed into the huge stone pillar of the Hate Pass.

He was bleeding from all his orifices, and even the skin on his body began to appear densely wounded, as if he had been slashed again and again. Every one of those openings was oozing bright red blood.

The appearance is terrible.

"I know your life is in the tiger's mouth." The bearded man whispered.