98 immortals fight with guns!

Steal the sky!

Cultivators themselves are stealing yin and yang, seizing creation, and fighting for their lives with the sky. The competition between cultivators and the way of heaven is most obviously reflected in the heaven and earth thunder tribulation, Lin Qingyang's last life, in order to resist the heavenly tribulation, specially created the five-way fist method, named stealing the sky, but in the end, because of the thinness of the heaven and earth vitality, the tribulation was declared a failure.

But it's not a question of boxing itself!

Lin Qingyang is also a leader above the leader in that world.

Wait a minute.

Isn't that too much? This is obviously a fantasy cultivation style of writing, let's this is urban life! In short, Lin Qingyang's five styles of stealing the sky are very awesome, very non-human, the fist style is like a ding, strong and strong, breaking a qiē!

Lin Qingyang's fist quickly met the iron palm of the mountain monk!

In the fist wind, there was a faint buzzing bell and Lu loud sound!

"Huh?"

Monk Dashan's eyes flashed. He is a knowledgeable guy, and several years of foreign experience have given him a general understanding of the fighting and killing methods of various sects in the world, but the punch made by this kid in front of him is strong and fierce, and it is extremely brave, which he has never seen before!

If it weren't for the enemy, the mountain monk would have to cheer for Lin Qingyang's punch!

But now that it was the enemy, Dashan felt a burst of pressure like never before!

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Freak!

This kid is a freak, you know, this guy is only ten ** years old now, for a while, Dashan actually had a bit of a trance in his heart, but this trance is fleeting, Dashan has been practicing outside, killing people at every turn, and his mood has long been trained to be extremely hard, calm down in an instant, with a loud cry in his mouth, and his palm rumbled!

Boom.

Fists and palms intersect.

There was a sudden metallic roar at the intersection. Immediately afterwards, the military uniform on the upper body of the mountain monk was torn to pieces, and pieces flew out in all directions, and his originally swollen body snorted, like a deflated ball, and shrunk back into its previous appearance, his face was red, and his body shot out backwards.

Behind is the wall.

Click.

Dashan backhanded, five fingers like hooks, forced into the wall, the whole person is like a big lizard, fixed on the wall, fingers loosened, he slowly fell, a mouth, spit out a large pool of bruises, although this guy is injured, the surprise in his eyes is obviously more than pain.

"What kind of punch did you just have?"

"Can you handle it?" Lin Qingyang replied, Nima, if you lose, it's almost like that, who wouldn't do this.

"You have to respect your opponent!" The mountain said angrily.

"Hey, then I'll sue you, my punching method is called dog boxing." Lin Qingyang said awkwardly, suddenly took a strange step under his feet, his body disappeared out of thin air in the same place, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared one meter in front of Dashan, and the fluctuation of water waves was faintly visible on his clothes, full of layering, and he punched and smashed it against Dashan's head!

This footwork is called the Nine Palaces Bagua Step.

This punch method is called stealing the sky.

The footwork is invincible, the boxing method breaks a qiē, the nine palace gossip steps plus the stealing sky boxing method, Lin Qingyang is going to kill someone!

Wrong.

It's sending this guy to see the Buddha, it's doing good!

"Damn it!"

Lin Qingyang's elusive steps really made the mountain monk's eyelids jump fiercely, seeing that the tripod-shaped fist blade was getting bigger and bigger in his eyes, the mountain roared, slapped, and went up again, the two of them fought closely, for a while, the fists and palms intersected constantly, and the loud clicks in the room came and went, and after a while, the coffee table, the gap, and the sofa were all broken apart.

Bang, bang, bang.

Every time Lin Qingyang punches, his body takes a step forward, stealing the sky fist is the accumulation of momentum, the more punches come out, the more momentum will be, and in the end, the fist shadows that are blowing up everywhere have forced the mountain monk into a corner. The wall skin in the near distance, from near to far, fell down one by one.

Whew.

Dashan's face turned blue and red, and after a loud drink, he slapped a palm and pointed it at Lin Qingyang's throat! Lin Qingyang's fist changed, and with a bang, he directly greeted it, slamming on the thick palm of the mountain!

The palm is soft.

Dashan unloaded his strength in an instant, and with the strength of Lin Qingyang's fist, his body slammed out, he borrowed a little strength and jumped out of the window, but Lin Qingyang's punch was too powerful after all, in mid-air, Dashan's palm clicked, and the bones and veins on his palm and arm had been damaged!

This bastard-egg wants to escape!

Mahler-Gobi!

The current killer is so unprofessional, damn it, you can't kill others, you won't kill yourself!

Take advantage of his illness and kill him!

Lin Qingyang decided to take the life of this bald donkey! With a flash step, his body rose up, passed through the smashed window, and chased straight towards the mountain monk, but in an instant, Lin Qingyang suddenly felt a dangerous aura coming, and his palm was pinched by the window frame, and he steadied himself.

Front.

Monk Dashan pulled out a pistol!

The muzzle of the black hole hole is aimed at him!

Bang bang.

Two bullets, one aimed at Lin Qingyang's head and the other at his heart, flew over with a whizz. Lin Qingyang was short, jumped back into the room, banged twice, the bullet hit the ground, bounced to the wall, and was embedded in it, when Lin Qingyang grabbed the window again, the mountain monk had disappeared!

Shameless.

The people who lost the Shaolin Temple.

Lin Qingyang took a bite out of the bald donkey.

Obviously knows kung fu, but he prefers to carry a gun with him, this bastard is really afraid of death, Lin Qingyang is very disdainful, and secretly made up his mind in his heart, he will also have a pistol for himself when he has time, high-tech is fucking - easy to use, it can save lives at critical moments!

Bang.

The door of the locked room was kicked open from the outside, and then, Xia Lixing rushed in with five or six security guards, everyone with a tiger's face and a stick, electric batons, bricks, and knives in their hands......

What the hell is this......

But after an instant, Lao Xia and his gang were stunned, Nima, even if you two masters fight in the room, you don't have to look like this, what is this within the reach of manpower, this is clearly a fairy stubble, look at the room, the table and sofa are shattered, the floor is broken like a spider web, the glass is sparse, I rely on it...... There are two bullets embedded in this wall, and if you touch it, it's real......

Lao Xia, "......"

Guards, "......"

They're all in the dark!

"All down, all down." After coming to his senses, Xia Lixing hurriedly waved his hand at the group of security guards. The crowd was stunned and relieved, and walked out of the door one by one with strange faces.

Lao Xia bars pouted, "Brother Lin, are you okay?" ”

Lin Qingyang, "It's okay." ”

Lao Xia uh, "That monk? ”

Lin Qingyang gritted his teeth, "Let this bald donkey run away." ”

"It's good that it's not hurt, it's good if it's not hurt." Lao Xia breathed a sigh of relief, looked at the two bullets embedded in the wall suspiciously, and still didn't understand it in his heart, it was good if he didn't hit, it seems that the monk's marksmanship is average, boom, Brother Lin is blessed with a great life!

"Boss Xia, no, our ad has been taken off the shelves." At this moment, the female secretary hurriedly ran in.

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