The strong man and Yang Yi were in a stalemate, and no one could give anyone anything, seeing this scene, the black people consciously joined the battle group.

He is different from the strong man, the latter relies on a sharp weapon, while the black man is bare-handed, completely relying on his fists to fight with Yang Yi, the two cooperate can be regarded as a tacit understanding, it seems that it is not the first time to fight together like this.

When the black man swung his fist and smashed, the strong man consciously retreated to the back, and when the black man hit fruitlessly, the strong man immediately swung his knife to fill the vacancy.

You come and go, the three of them are also fighting, although there is no picture of the master in the TV series, and the weapons in their hands are ping-pong, but they are also quite fought.

"Wheel warfare?!" The corners of Yang Yi's mouth hooked up a smile, and he didn't speak, when the strong man retreated, he took a punch from the black man, and he also followed the footsteps of the strong man, biting reluctantly.

Retreat, retreat again, the sturdy man retreated several steps in a row, Yang Yi followed him closely, and in this process of regression, it was also dangerous, Yang Yi used his palm as a knife, and the hand knife fell again and again, chopping and chopping, full of tricks, forcing the sturdy man with a knife in his hand to keep retreating.

'Whoa......'

Yang Yi's hand knife slashed diagonally, at an extremely tricky, almost impossible to dodge angle, slashed heavily on the chest of the sturdy man, still the chest that had been hit by Yang Yi's shoulder before before, and then hit Yang Yi with a hand knife, the sturdy man immediately felt the surging of qi and blood, the pain of tearing in the chest, and the ribs seemed to be broken twice.

"Where to go!"

At this time, the black race also rushed over with hindsight, and the fist with the size of the sandbag swung high, falling straight towards the back of Yang Yi's head.

It's a pity that Yang Yi seems to have eyes on the back of his head, and he doesn't look back, but he just goes down short, and he dodges two punches from the black race one after another, and at the moment when the two pass by, Yang Yi kicked violently and kicked the black man's ass at once.

The black man in a loose tracksuit fell to the ground in an extremely indecent manner, and the dog ate and slipped a distance of two meters.

The skin of the face rubbed against the turf, a hot stinging pain, the black man's face became darker and brighter, and the corners of his mouth twitched, but it was not because the skin of his face was scratched with a layer of oily skin, but because he was annoyed by Yang Yi's humiliation like this.

He gently stroked his face, feeling a trace of wetness on his face, blood flowing out, and the black man became more and more furious.

"Roar!"

With a roar, as if the tiger in the mountains was proclaiming its might, the black man clenched his fists, and suddenly tore the sportswear on his body with both hands, his dark skin was exposed to the night, and his muscles were like dragons entrenched in his body, crisscrossing and explosive.

He is the underground boxing champion of a certain state in the United States, how can he not have two brushes under his hands?! Without the restraint of clothes, the black man became more and more like a fish in water, and strode towards Yang Yi, two hammer-like fists that had been gathering momentum for a long time, ready to fall on the top of Yang Yi's head at any time.

"Dare to fight?!"

At this moment, the black people's Chinese language was surprisingly better, and they could still say such literary words, which made Yang Yi a little impressed.

"Fight and fight!"

Yang Yi replied, also like a tiger descending from the mountain, his vigorous body rushed out, and the two tigers collided together.

"Bang ......"

A dull crashing sound sounded, and the black race and Yang Yi took a few steps back, both of them had a feeling of hitting the stone wall, both of them felt uncomfortable, and their qi and blood were a little churning, but the excitement that had not been seen for a long time spread in the bottom of their hearts.

"Kill!"

The black man burst out, and the whole person jumped directly up to two meters high, and stepped on the demon in his eyes with a condescending posture, as if a god and Buddha were in the world.

Yang Yi's face was a little solemn, this black man was undoubtedly the strongest among the three, his strength was great, and his body was indestructible, he didn't know that before this black man debuted, he used ancient methods to polish his body, and his fists could smash marble.

However, Yang Yi is not easy to match, he is also a fourth-level peak master, not to mention a level higher than this black man, and his rich combat experience cannot be compared.

Facing the invincible kick of the black race, Yang Yi's legs were bent, and he was best prepared to lose his strength, his right hand was clenched, and the muscles under his body bulged high.

'Bang ......'

The soles of his feet were on his fists, and no one took advantage of them, and the black people regressed in their ways, and Yang Yi knelt down with his legs, although his knees were not really kneeling on the ground, but the distance from the ground was not very far.

It is conceivable that the strength of this underground boxing champion's kick should be great, and it is estimated that it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a foot that crushes the rock.

Before he could exhale the turbid breath in his chest, Yang Yi instinctively felt a hint of crisis, and at this moment, the black man who had just wanted to rush over suddenly heard an angry shout.

"Retreat!"

This voice came from the white man who had entered the villa before, and when he heard that simple word, the black man didn't think about it, and immediately retreated several meters away one after another.

The Caucasian man did not hide in the villa and did not dare to come out, but went to get his own weapon, which was a large horned bow, which looked black and shiny, apparently the result of regular use.

At this time, this big-horned bow is like a full moon, and the bowstring is pulled to an arc that is almost about to break.

One stone is about 60 kilograms, and two stones are 120 kilograms, that is, 240 kilograms.

This arrow, at such a close, still less than ten meters distance, is a few points more lethal than a pistol, not to mention that it is Yang Yi standing in front of him, even if it is the monk Shi Yuan hidden on Mount Everest, he does not dare to take it hard!

The arrow feathers trembled slightly, this is a common bow and arrow in ancient China, the tip of the bow is a sharpened arrow that can no longer be sharpened, and the back end is inserted to maintain the balance of the feather.

At this time, in the hands of this Caucasians, it bloomed with its due light and color, and the arrows revealed killing intent, as if there was an unstoppable posture, and there were many people blocking the atmosphere of killing Buddha and killing Buddha!

The arrow was aimed at Yang Yi's chest, and this arrow fell, if Yang Yi dodged or resisted in no hurry, it must have really left his life as the Caucasian said not long ago.

Lest the night be long and dreamy, this sentence is not only in China, but also in other countries, so at the moment when the black people retreated and completely exposed Yang Yi to the bow and arrow, the white people did not leave Yang Yi time to think about the countermeasures against this arrow, and directly released the fingers that imprisoned the bowstring.

At the moment when the corners of the Caucasian man's mouth twitched and the arm that pulled up the bow and arrow hung down weakly, an arrow from the string cut through the sky, cut through the night, tore the air, and brought a slight roar, shining on Yang Yi's chest in a devastating attitude...... Fly away!

One arrow made one of the Caucasian arms unconscious, and the arm that hung down at his side couldn't move at all, which was the limit of Caucasians, and they could only pull out such a two-stone bow and arrow a day, no matter how much ...... His arm is going to be ruined!

And this arrow, he did not waste it, when the black race and Yang Yili fought a blow, the white race quickly put on the bow and arrow, pulled the bow for the full moon, did not think, the mind was pure, and the unstoppable arrow left his hand!

In the face of this flying arrow, Yang Yi's face was solemn to the point of frightening, his face was gloomy and colorless, but his eyes were clear, and there was only that arrow in his eyes, and nothing else.

At this moment, Yang Yi seemed to have fallen into a very wonderful situation, in the eyes of the three Caucasians, the former was motionless, just raised his head and stared at the arrow, as if he was sitting and waiting to die, but it was a little wrong when he looked closely, how could such a young man who had such achievements in martial arts sit still and wait to die?

He still has decades of life to be chic and climb in martial arts.

The three Caucasian people were puzzled in their hearts, but they also unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, the arrow was closer to Yang Yi, so close that he didn't have time to resist, he could only watch the sharp arrow pass through his chest.

The three of them were determined that this difficult guy had finally been solved......

They were all ready to cheer loudly and celebrate together the moment the sharp arrow passed through Yang Yi's chest, but they saw a strange scene happening.

One arrow tears through the sky, two fingers tear open the sharp arrow!

Under the attention of the three of them, they saw Yang Yi 'slowly' erect two fingers, and the black man saw this scene and said secretly in his heart: I know that these two are together, and in the Chinese people, it is called sword finger, yes, yes, it is called sword finger, and some are also called sword kneading!

And it was Yang Yi's understatement, and the two fingers that he raised were 'weird' to cut the sharp arrow!

Is this what a human being should be capable of?

With his fingers, he slashed open the sharp arrow containing the arrow!

The three Caucasian looked at the sharp arrows that were weakly divided into two halves, and then fell on both sides of Yang Yi's side, each other's faces were gloomy, and they didn't know what to say.

It took a long time for the Caucasian to swallow his saliva and say with difficulty: "Oh, buy karma! ”

Yang Yi stood up and put away his sword fingers, and at the same time put back the shadowless dagger that was attached to the sword fingers.

That's right, of course, Yang Yi didn't have the means to cut the sharp arrow with his fingers, what really cut the sharp arrow was the almost transparent shadowless dagger that had always hidden him on his body and was made of thousands of years of cold ice.

This dagger has saved Yang Yi several times when he is in danger, which can not be said to be a life-saving means!

Yang Yi's eyes were aggressive, looking at the three people in front of him with a fighting spirit, and sneered: "What other means to press the bottom of the box?!" Go ahead! ”

The three Caucasian people looked at each other, and they didn't know what to say, Nima, you're not human at all, fuck, so sharp, and the swift arrows can be separated by your fingers, what else are you fighting?!

It's beyond my power to fight again!