Using internal force as a barrier is like putting an invisible layer of armor on the body, which can invisibly offset the great oppressive force.

As for where the internal force comes from, if the human body is compared to a small universe, then the dantian is the star in the small universe, and the 475 acupuncture points of the human body are 475 planets, the stars are emitting their own light all the time, and the planets store these rays, so there is the so-called internal force.

Yang Yi is also a fourth-level elite, and he is already close to the point of peak, how deep his internal strength is, it can be compared to a turbulent river, so when the white or black person locks his throat, Yang Yi only needs to gather the internal force on his neck to protect this vulnerable part.

Whether it's white or black, there's nothing to be done.

"I didn't expect there to be such knowledgeable people among the three of you, I underestimated a few of you, yes, a little eyesight!" Yang Yi used the posture of an elder to comment on the three people in front of him.

The black man stood beside him without saying a word, his few brains were thinking rapidly, and he coldly met a master of the Chinese family, did he have the ability to fight with him?

The Caucasian was somewhat resentful, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and his face was gloomy to the extreme.

He is an extremely conceited man, to be precise, he is proud and proud to the core, which is why he greeted Yang Yi warmly when he first came, but after seeing Yang Yi's indecent appearance, he was obviously a little colder.

In his eyes, Yang Yi is a poor boy who has never seen the world, and he deserves to be looked down upon by a gentleman with a bit of aristocratic blood in England.

But it was this indecent and poor jingle guy in his eyes, not long ago, he slapped him in the face one after another, first he couldn't break Yang Yi's neck, and then he looked away, these invisible two slaps were even more uncomfortable than the real slap on his face.

The Caucasian was secretly thinking about how to brutally kill Yang Yi, who discovered the secret in the villa, and naturally he couldn't keep him, but how to torture him, that was another art.

From beginning to end, the Caucasian still didn't put Yang Yi at the level of a master, first, the latter was too young, how could a master be so easy to practice? At the age of his twenties, unless he started cultivating in his mother's womb, he would never be able to join the ranks of masters.

As for the last retired Huaxia special soldier, he looked relatively quiet, without the slightest emotion on his face, he just focused on Yang Yi's body, and the depths of his eyes were extraordinarily calm.

He is a master who takes money to do things, as long as you can afford to pay for it, let alone kill people and set fires, even if he kills his parents, there is nothing to do, which is why a dignified Chinese special forces can be described as a combination of arrogance and backbone, but he was a lackey for foreigners and did something to betray the motherland.

Half of this short but sturdy man focused half of his attention on Yang Yi's body, and the other half of his attention was on the Caucasian person, who was his commander, this Chinese special soldier obeyed the orders of the Caucasian race, and only needed a glance from the white race, and in the next second, he could burst out and kill people!

"What? Casually showing your hands scared you like this?! Don't even dare to speak?! Yang Yi hugged his shoulders boredly, looking at the three different countries in front of him with a smile, but they formed an alliance combination, and the mockery in his eyes was obvious.

Being bullied to such an extent that even the black man frowned, let alone the cruel Caucasians.

The Caucasian glanced at the Huaxia special forces, who nodded without a trace, and in the next second, he suddenly bowed down, bent his legs to a certain angle, and heard a muffled sound of 'bang'.

This veteran Huaxia special forces soldier lifted a large piece of turf under his feet, and in the next second, his whole person flew out like an arrow from the string, aiming at Yang Yi not far away.

In the air, the sturdy man had already taken care of his body, only to see one hand lying across his chest, ready for the last defense at any time, while the other right hand reached his waist.

The moment he left the ground, Yang Yi's afterglow had already noticed that this veteran special forces had average speed, but he was small in stature, flexible in his movements, and powerful explosive.

For the vague movement of the right hand of this special soldier, Yang Yi instantly noticed that at the moment when the sturdy man flew above his head in a parabola, Yang Yi quietly took a step back, don't look at it is just this step, but it is just the right way to force out the killer of the sturdy man.

'Whoa......'

In a flash of white light, a few strands of hair on Yang Yi's forehead were shaved off, and he didn't doubt at all that if he hadn't withdrawn from that step, after the white light flashed, it would not be just the hair that would have fallen.

Unable to strike, the sturdy man immediately took a few steps back and distanced himself from Yang Yi, and in his right hand, a sharp dagger was held in his hand, and it was this sharp dagger that had shaved off the hair on Yang Yi's forehead before.

"Come and don't be rude, you want to go?!" A trace of anger appeared on Yang Yi's face, and his gloomy voice fell, he concocted it according to the law, and he also stepped on the ground with one foot, and the whole person followed the strong man.

However, his foot was not as amazing as that of a strong man, and he was stunned to be able to lift a large piece of turf, Yang Yi's foot seemed somewhat light and weak, like a random step taken by a drunk man who had drunk high.

But it was this weak kick that made the strong man break out in a cold sweat in an instant, and he was retreating, but Yang Yi, who was following him, was rapidly enlarged in his sight.

The last to come first, only a breathless time, Yang Yi was already close to the sturdy man, the corner of the latter's mouth showed a smile, but the tip of the toe that was only an inch away from the ground was a little light, and the speed skyrocketed again.

Before the strong man could raise his dagger to resist, Yang Yi had already slammed into his shoulder sideways, hitting the strong man's chest, causing him to fly out like a broken kite, and after falling to the ground, he turned several times in a row.

With the intention against the unintentional, with the full force against the flaws, a round, the judgment is made!

But how can such a shoulder collision easily make a strong man lose his combat effectiveness? He's also a special soldier, not to mention that he has been in a hundred battles, and dozens of battles are always necessary, right? So...... The injuries must have been countless.

The sturdy man rolled on the ground and got up, although he didn't have the grace of the masters in the TV series, but the "carp fighting" was just an embroidered pillow that didn't fit in the middle, if you put a knife on the top of your head when "carp fighting", wouldn't you hit your head on the machete?

Didn't die like that!

However, it is much more practical for the sturdy man to roll on the spot and turn over and jump, so that he can evade the enemy's pursuit of victory, and not block his line of sight, so that the enemy disappears in sight.

When the enemy disappears from sight, it becomes a dark versus light situation, and it will become more and more tricky.

The strong man patted his chest, suppressing the mouthful of fishy sweetness that had rushed to his throat, Yang Yi's shoulder hit just now, it looked like the strong man flew out, he shouldn't have suffered much damage, but only the strong man himself knew that he was suffering.

At the moment when their bodies collided with each other, the sturdy man only felt as if a sledgehammer had been rammed on his chest, and there was a slight cracking sound in his ribs when he landed, although it was not to the point of breaking, but it was also painful.

"Yo?! Can you still stand up? I really underestimate you! Yang Yi stood not far away easily, facing the sturdy man on his side, and at the same time, he was also on guard against the black and white people secretly playing black hands.

"Kill!"

The sturdy man suddenly burst out, and the dagger in his hand flipped over and over again, and the white lotus bloomed in the air, and he couldn't see where the blade was.

He took more than ten steps in a row, step by step, every step fell, not long after the rain, and the lawn that still seemed a little soft immediately imprinted with more than an inch of footprints, it was really a lotus flower step by step, a step by step King Kong angry phase!

Abandon the backhand knife and hold it squarely, which is enough to prove that the strong man's means of facing the enemy head-on are a few more clever than the previous sneak attacks, otherwise he would not have rushed so head-on.

'Whoa......'

The blade was sharp, with a slight whistling sound, and a dagger jumped up and down in the hands of the strong man, almost to the point of killing the enemy without leaving his hand, Yang Yi retreated one after another, step after step, and always refused to be sharp.

Although his body is so strong that his muscles are so strong that he can't be killed by a bullet, cold weapons are different, sharp weapons in hand, even if it is steel, it can cut a gap for you, not to mention, Yang Yi's body is not steel.

The sturdy man pressed forward step by step, the knife did not leave Yang Yi's vital parts, and the cold blade almost cut through the clothes on the latter's body, and went straight to the skin.

There are lightning bolts rising and falling in the dark, and there are men rising and falling in the night, attacking and retreating, which makes the strong man feel extremely depressed, and he has countless killing moves, but he can't keep up with Yang Yi's speed, isn't it all in the air? !

"Kill!" The sturdy man was furious, his speed increased by another point, and the blade advanced again, only two inches away from Yang Yi's face.

Yang Yi's cheeks were already slightly painful with every swing of the knife by the strong man, and the speed of the dagger swing was fast, naturally pressing the air to form an air flow to blow towards Yang Yi's face, which was like the leakage of true qi, and the leaked true qi could make up for the distance between each other.

But this is just a very rudimentary thing, and it is far worse than the leakage of true qi, and besides, a strong man is also a soldier, and he will not be able to master such a skilled martial arts.

Stalemate, stalemate!

No one was able to do anything to whom, and at this time, the white and black people looked at each other, nodded to each other, and in the next second, the black people jumped up and joined the battle group of the strong man and Yang Yi, while the white man turned over and got into the villa.