Whoosh -

War Eagle is an expert in hidden weapons, and he basically doesn't bring firearms when he goes on missions, because he thinks that firearms are troublesome to kill, and only hidden weapons can kill people silently. I didn't see any movement, and a dart had already taken off towards Anqing silently.

It was the first time he had used a dart in training with his teammates, because when he used a dart, it meant that he wanted to kill.

Everyone knows that he can kill people with leaves, pine needles can kill people, and he can kill people with stones or coins, but everyone also knows that he is the most powerful dart.

The knife moves first, and the person comes later.

The dart is out, and the man then rushes forward.

Quiet as a dead rabbit, moving like a dragon. The running body of the war eagle was like wind and lightning, as if it had left a trail of afterimages in place.

Boom -

One punch.

The punch that was ready to slam into An Qingteng's chest hard.

What outsiders don't know is that War Eagle's fist and foot kung fu is also excellent. It's just that the darts are too sharp, and the general long-range attack has already killed the opponent. So most of the time, he doesn't have to fight with people fist-to-fist and foot-to-foot close Su Xiaobo.

If it weren't for the fact that the overall situation was not as good as Su Xiao, he would be the impeccable candidate for the captain of the 'Tiger Roar'. Of course, he is also the vice-captain of Tiger Roar now. When Su Xiao was away, he was in charge of Tiger Roar.

An Qingteng sensed the crisis.

Whether it's the darts in front or the 'last-first-come' in the back, the warhawk who almost catches up with the darts makes him feel oppressed.

Where there is oppression, there is resistance, and where there is danger, the infinite potential of the body can be stimulated.

"Roar—"

An Qingteng roared, and the white loose training clothes on his body suddenly became windless. When the ball of clothing rose bigger and bigger and reached a critical point, the fiber finally couldn't withstand such a vigorous tear.

Smack-

The ball burst, and a few pieces of fabric flew in the air, fluttering but refusing to come down.

It was only at this time that everyone knew that An Qingteng had such a profound strength.

The trick of breaking the clothes just now is obviously the inner strength of Erming, a realm that can only be achieved by some internal kung fu masters.

"Inside? An Qingteng actually practiced his internal strength? ”

At the age of less than 30, he has developed internal strength, which can be called a 'genius' at any time. Some masters who have opened their minds late have only come out of their strengths at the age of forty or fifty.

Fearing that the warhawk would suffer, Nighthawk put away the gun in his hand, and then the man rushed after him.

Two against one. Plus an outer knife.

An Qingteng didn't dodge or dodge, and stretched out his right hand like lightning - he actually reached out to catch the dart. It's like someone throws a candy and he intercepts it from the air.

But, everybody knows, it's not candy, it's darts.

It's close.

The tips of his fingers touched the dart.

Fingerprints rubbed against the blade, and he could feel the sharpness and body temperature of the dart.

It's hot. That's because the flight is too fast and the air rubs against it and naturally heats up.

Just as the tail of the dart was about to break off Su Xiao's fingers, his fingers suddenly moved slightly.

180 degrees of reverse rotation!

With a flick of An Qingteng's fingers, the dart turned around and flew towards the war eagle that was chasing after him.

After the reversal of the dart, An Qingteng did not avoid the battle but took the initiative to face it.

Now it was him who followed the dart's ass closely, turning his fist into a palm, and slammed a sharp knife into the eagle's outstretched wrist.

Change is only in a moment.

As soon as Warhawk's hand stretched out, the 'mutiny' dart was put away by him. In terms of kung fu of playing with knives, he is the ancestor of these people.

Another punch smashed into An Qingteng's ribs, which is the most difficult position for the human body to defend against.

Because a person's fist is the most powerful when it is stretched forward and down, but it is much more difficult to block a punch that burns the strength of someone else's body.

An Qingteng did not block positively, but cut obliquely.

He let Warhawk's fist enter the portal he was defending, then slashed at his wrist with a knife.

As long as he severed the warhawk's wrist, even if his fist smashed against him, it wouldn't be lethal.

It is also a process of weighing the pros and cons, and they will never do a bargain that is not a good deal.

The war eagle knew An Qingteng's intentions, where was he willing to let him get his wish?

His whole body threw himself into An Qingteng's arms, his right leg was raised suddenly, and his knee slammed into An Qingteng's cross.

If it is sunk with one blow, An Qingteng - there will be no little An Qingteng.

Bang -

An Qingteng's knee also pushed over.

Knee to knee, bone to bone - fuck, what is he touching?

The war eagle took a few steps back, and finally stabilized his body. When he looked down, he saw that there were already blood stains on his calf knees.

And An Qingteng took two steps back and stood still, greeting Nighthawk's 'Tiger Fist'.

"Adulterer." Warhawk scolded angrily. He didn't expect An Qingteng to be so insidious and ruthless that he would tie iron ropes to his knees.

The wire is a defensive weapon that the average Special Forces member wears to their knees when they go on missions.

Because the knee is one of the most lethal organs in the human body, it is inevitable to use it when fighting people.

If you use it, others will use it. It's inevitable that your knees will bump into your knees.

It doesn't matter if you touch it, but what about ten touches? What about twenty strokes? Can you still afford it?

Nowadays, people are getting smarter and more vigilant. Some people will tie iron nails or sharp iron cables to their knees, so that when the knee touches the knee, they will not be injured and can give the other party the maximum damage.

It's understandable to tie it up when he goes into battle to kill the enemy, but An Qingteng also ties it when he trains internally-what does he want to do?

It can be seen from this that what kind of perversion has this person's vigilance reached?

"Warhawks. Are you okay? The falcon ran over to help the warhawk, and the hatred in his eyes gushed out.

"Warhawk, do you want it?"

"Warhawk -, we fought with him-"

Mountain Eagle and Goshawk and others also pounced, and when they saw the war eagle's leg injury, they had an urge to fight with people.

"I'm fine." Warhawk said. Nothing was fake, he knew that two holes in his knees were inevitable.

Who would have thought that he would still tie iron ropes in his own place?

Seeing An Qingteng fighting Nighthawk and Su Xiao alone, Warhawk said, "Go and help them." ”

Mountain Eagle and Nighthawk glanced at each other, and then pounced on An Qingteng left and right.

One of them attacked An Qingteng's lower plate from the left. He even pulled out a knife, and stabbed An Qingteng's big and small legs with the knife - didn't you use an iron cable? I'm going to have to pierce your ropes.

The other attacked An Qingteng's upper plate from the right. The Nighthawk fist is the most fierce, and it is facing An Qingteng head-on. Su Xiao is flexible and has the widest range of knowledge, she is a free person - she will make up for her wherever she is needed.

Tiger Roar is a good player, and everyone's attacks are quite distinctive. Even if An Qingteng is a genius, he can't fight four team members alone with the power of one person-

He was forced to retreat by the four of them, and his attacks were not in order, and his arms and chest had been hit in succession.

The two brothers, Mountain Eagle and Goshawk, had a good heart, and after finding a gap, they rushed over from left to right.

They each hugged one of An Qingteng's arms, and refused to let go of him even if he punched and kicked.

Nighthawk took advantage of the momentum to leap up and flew up and kicked An Qingteng in the chest.

An Qingteng's body staggered back, and even the mountain eagle and goshawk who were holding his two arms also retreated.

Bang -

An Qingteng's body slammed into the wall, and a mouthful of blood gushed out.

Sparrowhawk and Hanying seized the opportunity, and smashed their fists into An Qingteng's chest and stomach as if they didn't want money.

Bang bang bang -

Bang Bang Bang -

Bang -

Whoosh -

Su Xiao had an extra knife in his hand, and with a wave of his little hand, the knife flew towards An Qingteng's chest like an eye.

An Qingteng was seriously injured, while the two of them, Shanying and Goshawk, were still holding his arm and pressing him against the wall and unable to move.

Even if he knew the danger, he couldn't avoid it.

They want to kill!

They want to kill themselves!

An Qingteng was shocked.

This time, he really felt the fear.

"It's over." He closed his eyes. The grand plan of bullshit, the glorious lintel of bullshit -- the dead man can't do anything, and can only become the talk of others after tea and dinner for a period of time.

"Stop." A figure appeared outside the gate, yelling at everyone with a gloomy face.