It seemed that an unstoppable arrow was easily split in half by Yang Yi, but in fact Yang Yi was not as easy as it seemed.

That arrow was powerful and heavy, almost condensing all the strength of the Caucasians, more than two stones, a full two hundred and forty catties, even if it was placed in ancient times, it could easily break through the armor on the soldier's body, and then pierce through the chamber.

Yang Yi seems to have borrowed the blade of the Shadowless Dagger, but in fact, he has to add his ingenious use of internal force.

Attaching the internal force to the shadowless dagger, so that the edge is revealed, this is the inevitable arrow, but in this way, the consumption of Yang Yi's internal force is also very great, and the only internal force left in the dantian is less than half.

But this is enough, the arrow point shot by the white man who mutilated himself in the arm of the black race and the veteran special forces soldier would never be able to resolve it so easily if he was replaced by Yang Yi, eight times out of ten. Nine will die under this arrow.

But Yang Yi did it, which also indirectly proved his own strength, more than a little stronger than the three people in front of him!

Yang Yi stood up, hid the shadowless dagger in his sleeve, and glanced at the three people in front of him with a posture of looking at the world, his face was calm, and he said word by word: "Who else?!" ”

Who else can stop this? The three Caucasian people looked at each other, and unconsciously took a small step back, the young man in front of him was too strong, not comparable to himself and others.

Since he couldn't beat it, he naturally raised his hand and surrendered, and when he thought of this, the white man's eyes rolled, and he said in a very respectful and somewhat awe-inspiring tone: "Your Excellency, I want to ...... We may have a little misunderstanding......"

"Oh? How to say?! Yang Yile watched the Caucasian people stumble in front of him, and he didn't break it, and asked slowly.

The Caucasian organized his language for a while, and said again: "Your Excellency is good at martial arts, and the three of us are beyond our strength, but Your Excellency can go and not be angry, in fact...... We were kidding you, yes, just kidding! ”

Such a sloppy excuse came out of the mouth of a white person, and it seemed so reasonable, probably because this guy was too shameless and too cheeky.

Yang Yi chuckled, his voice mixed with mockery: "Before, he beat me up without saying a word, and threatened to leave my life behind, and now he told me that it was a misunderstanding...... How? Seeing that I couldn't beat me, he began to perfunctory me? You can think of such a no-nutritious excuse, do you really think that everyone in the world is a pig's brain like you?! ”

There was a flash of anger in the Caucasian man's eyes, but because he lowered his head slightly, he still cleverly concealed it.

He didn't lose his temper because of Yang Yi's cynicism, the city government is not deep, and he smiled slightly: "Your Excellency doesn't want to be unforgiving, yes, we can't beat you, so we know the times and raise our hands to surrender, if Your Excellency still wants to investigate, it will be too petty, right?!" ”

"I'm too petty?!" Yang Yi seemed to have heard some big joke, and couldn't help laughing, "You don't say that you don't talk about morality when you bully more and less, and now you can't beat me, and even begging for mercy says that I am looking for your trouble because of petty family, what?" The truth under the world is all your family?! ”

"That's not ......," the Caucasian shook his head, pointing to his arm, which was already unable to hang down, "We have paid for our mistakes, and I ask Your Excellency not to remember the villain's ......"

It is said that raising your hand does not hit the smiling person, the white race is so low, and if you change someone, you will probably lose half of your anger, but Yang Yi is Yang Yi, he just doesn't like to play cards according to common sense, besides, he came here...... It's the bad luck of these three people.

Yang Yi was unmoved, pointed to the half-crippled arm of the white race, and pretended to be surprised: "If I remember correctly, your arm is like this because you shot the arrow just now, right?" How? Is that going to count on my head too? If it weren't for my extraordinary skills and a lot of effort to press the bottom of the box, I would have gone to hell by now. ”

"If that's the case, then whose fault is it?!" Yang Yi almost shouted out this sentence, which frightened the three people in front of him and couldn't help but take several steps back.

With just a roar, the three of them who were shocked retreated together, and I have to say that the methods Yang Yi showed before really frightened them.

Which of these three people has not broken through the sea of swords, one is more powerful than the other, and one is pulled out at random, and they are all masters who are in charge.

But it is precisely because of this that these three people know that their lives are precious, they have martial arts, and they have glory and wealth waiting wherever they go.

They don't dare to fight Yang Yi hard, they have a lot of comfortable days, and those who come to stretch out their hands and eat to open their mouths have long since wiped out their blood, and they will definitely not really work for others.

retreated again and again, but it seems that Yang Yi has to be unforgiving, so even the mud bodhisattva has three points of anger, let alone the three guys who have always been flamboyant and domineering?

The Caucasian man's facial features were distorted, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Your Excellency is too deceitful, is it possible that you want to break the net?!" ”

"The three of us join forces, we may not have the strength to fight with you, your Excellency must not be overconfident in yourself, otherwise it is not certain who will die!"

Yang Yi smiled and clapped his hands, and praised one after another: "Not bad, yes, you foreigner still have several words in one sentence, literary crepe, I like it, so ...... I'll take you first! ”

As he spoke, he slammed his feet so hard that he flew up like a roc spreading its wings, and condescendingly pounced on the Caucasians.

Tearing his face, he naturally wanted to fight to the end, the Caucasian man broke an arm, and his combat effectiveness was greatly reduced, in the face of Yang Yi's fierce pounce, he ran away directly regardless of any face, and the black boxing champion and veteran special forces who were left behind were naturally vacated.

The two glanced at each other, saw the solemnity on each other's faces, and without saying a word, they showed twelve points of strength.

The veteran special forces turned sideways slightly, leaving only the black boxing champion to resist, but the veteran special forces did not run away like a white man, but retreated to a place where Yang Yi could not see, ready to sneak attack at any time.

"Drink!"

The black boxing king roared angrily, his fist turned into a hammer, and it was a little stronger than just now, and the muscles on his arms fell up one by one, like an endless hill, and the formation was terrifying.

Yang Yi had long expected that the Caucasian would escape, and a shrewd person like the latter would not really risk his life, and he had a broken arm, even if he stayed, it would only be a burden.

'Bang ......'

Yang Yi stepped on the black man's fist with a kick, the black man did not retreat, but the powerful impact forced his feet to sink more than two inches, and the lawn lifted a handful of soil, and the black man's legs bent slightly, gasping for breath.

And after a kick fell, Yang Yi relied on the recoil force, a little on his toes, and his figure retreated in a chic manner, as soon as he retreated, a sharp knife slashed through his position just now, cutting off the afterimage, but it did not cause any harm to Yang Yi.

Withstanding the force of Yang Yi's kick, the black boxing king instead hit the hot blood, did not retreat but advanced, waving a punch the size of a sandbag and rushing forward.

His steps are a little weird, walking curves, twists and turns, virtual and real, but it's really not very easy to distinguish, the two fists are always in a line, you retreat I advance, I advance and you retreat, the fist is fierce, chasing and fighting.

As soon as Yang Yi's feet were stationed, the black boxing champion rushed over, and a sandbag-sized fist rushed towards Yang Yi's temples with a side hook.

I saw Yang Yi's wrist flip, and the fluttering palm actually changed the trajectory of the black fist's side hook, Yang Yi turned sideways slightly, and the black boxing king's fist flew over Yang Yi's shoulder.

Yang Yi's palm stuck to the wrist of the black boxer, and rushed up against the arm of the black boxer, and the 'snap ......' slashed firmly on the black man's shoulder.

"Hiss......"

The black man took a breath of cold air, only to feel that half of his shoulders were unconscious, and streams of electricity were raging and flowing in his shoulders, and wherever he went, his strength was sluggish.

But will that make him go back?

It's obviously impossible, don't forget, he's the underground boxing champion of a certain state in the United States, playing underground boxing, it's completely a scene of endless death between the two players, the winner survives, and the losing side loses not only his reputation, but also his life.

So for this black man, he didn't pay attention to this little injury and pain at all, and slammed his fist, driving the current out of his body, and the fist suddenly imprisoned Yang Yi's palm that he hadn't had time to withdraw, and pulled Yang Yi into his arms, and his left fist followed.

'Bang ......'

With such a fighting style that did not hesitate to end up together, Yang Yi was also injured slightly, but he was also relatively timely in flashing, and he was not hit by the left hook of the fist on the face, and the weird sideways fist forced the punch to smash on the chest.

But where is such a heavy punch so comfortable, Yang Yi only felt a force rush into his chest, rushing around his chest unscrupulously, tearing his body.

'Whoa......'

Suddenly, at this moment, a white light flashed, and a dagger suddenly appeared on the waist of the boxing king, piercing straight over.

Yang Yi couldn't help but be frightened, this knife is too deadly, yes, it just doesn't want to die, but it's not that the strong man himself doesn't want to die, but he doesn't want the life of a black person at all.

The angle of this knife is tricky, otherwise Yang Yi would not have noticed it, because this knife is bound to pass through the waist of the black man and stab Yang Yi in the chest, which means that not only he himself is either dead or injured, but also the black man has his fist on his back.

Ruthless, this is ruthless!

The corners of Yang Yi's mouth twitched slightly, and an immortal pointed the way, and slammed it into the black man's eyeballs, although it didn't pull out the eyeballs of the boxing champion, but it really made his eyes black, and he lost his sight in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, he kicked the boxing king's thigh, jumped up with the help of recoil, and instantly broke free from the boxing king's shackles.

But he escaped, but the boxing champion was stabbed in the waist by the veteran special forces, and in an instant, blood flowed!