Lin Feiyang's eyes flashed with coldness, and before the swarthy young man's fist was about to hit him, his body suddenly fell back to the side. 【Latest chapter reading. 】

The swarthy young man suddenly formed a situation of passing by him.

But the bones of the swarthy young man's whole body were extremely flexible, and his right hand suddenly turned incredibly, and he smashed Lin Feiyang's head with a punch.

"Come back" Lin Feiyang snorted coldly, he had basically seen the number of ways the other party attacked.

Leaning to the side again, this time dodging behind the other man.

The swarthy young man punched the air, obviously very surprised.

But he practiced kung fu to make his limbs rotate at will, so after a punch was empty, his legs suddenly kicked backwards and kicked Lin Feiyang's chest.

If Lin Feiyang is kicked in this move, the tank's head will definitely be blown up.

Even if he dodged, according to the despicable rules of the Faceless King, the tank would still be killed.

So, the only way to save the tank is to defeat this nimble guy, otherwise the tank will die.

Lin Feiyang's feet were rooted in the ground as if they had taken root, and his hands were circled in a circle, and when the opponent's legs kicked, his feet were circled in the circle.

Then his hands were slammed into place, and he took out a thousand catties in four or two, and the body of the swarthy young man spun rapidly.

The swarthy young man was in mid-air, and after kicking the kick just now, he had no more strength left, and was thrown by Lin Feiyang like this, all the center of gravity suddenly disappeared, and he was thrown up by Lin Feiyang on the spot like a hula hoop.

"Get out of here" After three rounds of unloading all the strength of the swarthy youth, Lin Feiyang let go of his hands, and the swarthy youth suddenly smashed into the distance like a cannonball.

But he didn't fly far before his face slammed on the ground, and the whole person slid forward with inertia, and his face was blurred with flesh and blood, and he didn't stop until he hit a wheel.

Lin Feiyang clapped his hands and looked at the Faceless Heavenly King with a cold face: "He is better than your son, but he is also rubbish." ”

The corners of the Faceless Heavenly King's eyes twitched fiercely, and Lin Feiyang once again said in disguise in front of so many people that his son was a waste, and he was so insulted when he was dead, and the Faceless Heavenly King's heart seemed to have countless volcanic eruptions.

"Lassal, you go!" The Faceless King roared suddenly.

An Indian jumped out of another car with a turban wrapped around his head, and before he could get closer, he could smell the heavy smell of curry.

"Lashar, don't you keep saying that you can solve him alone? Let me see if you have the ability to do it today. The Faceless Heavenly King stared at Lin Feiyang deadly.

Lashar smiled slightly and looked at Lin Feiyang contemptuously: "Heavenly King, I roughly know his strength. He knows a kind of kung fu called Tai Chi in Huaguo, and likes to overcome rigidity with softness. However, our Indian yoga can be said to be their ancestor in this regard, and I am very sure that I will kill him. ”

Lassal's words are very arrogant, according to his meaning, yoga is the predecessor of Tai Chi, and in this aspect, yoga can completely crush Tai Chi.

The corners of Lin Feiyang's mouth hooked up a mocking smile, this guy is too arrogant, he thought he was practicing Tai Chi, but he didn't know that Lin Feiyang's kung fu was in the same vein as Tai Chi.

"Your Ah San's bragging kung fu will always be the best in the world, and no one will ever be able to surpass this." Lin Feiyang beckoned to the other party coldly: "Don't talk nonsense, let me see how you crushed me." ”

Rashar moved his hands and feet and smiled at the Faceless King: "I'm sure, I want his life within nine moves." ”

The Faceless Heavenly King shook his head: "You just need to defeat him, he has so many subordinates, what does it mean for you to kill him in nine moves." ”

The corners of Rashal's mouth hooked up a cruel smile: "I understand what you mean, yes, I'll let him break one hand at most." ”

Lashal turned his head and beckoned to Lin Feiyang: "Boy, come here, let you see the great yoga." When you have seen our yoga, you will find that the Chinese martial arts are rubbish. ”

Lin Feiyang snorted coldly: "Actually, I'm not interested in your yoga at all. What I want to see is how you ride a motorcycle. ”

Before Lassal could react to what Lin Feiyang meant, a sudden flower suddenly appeared in front of him, and Lin Feiyang had rushed over like lightning.

With a majestic and righteous fist, the Collapse Fist slammed into Rassal's chest with a whistling sound, and the air around him emitted a cold, piercing whistling sound.

Instead of panicking, Lashar smiled slightly, and his body suddenly softened as if he had no bones.

At the moment when the fist hit the chest, his hands suddenly put his hands on Lin Feiyang's shoulders, and then his body flipped softly behind Lin Feiyang.

From a distance, he was entangled with Lin Feiyang like an octopus, or like a big spider around Lin Feiyang's body.

With a punch in the air, Lin Feiyang felt that the other party had arrived behind him, and his heart was shocked.

He didn't expect that Indian yoga could be so miraculous that a man could suddenly turn into boneless cotton.

Lashar lay on Lin Feiyang's shoulder and laughed: "Boy, do you know how powerful yoga is?" ”

After speaking, a punch blasted towards Lin Feiyang's neck, this punch carried a piercing feminine power, although it had not yet hit his body, but Lin Feiyang felt that his entire back was extremely cold.

The other party used soft force, and Lin Feiyang did not use four or two thousand catties to resist, but instead used Xuanyuan Divine Skill to resist his punch.

With a bang, the fist smashed into Lin Feiyang's neck, as if it was smashed on an iron plate, and Lashar felt that the bones in the fist were about to fall apart.

But before he could withdraw his strength, suddenly a huge suction force surged, sucking all his remaining strength into Lin Feiyang's body.

Lassal's surprise was not trivial, and he hurriedly withdrew his fist.

But his fist seemed to be glued to Lin Feiyang's neck, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull it.

"Now let you see how broad and profound the Chinese martial arts are."

As soon as Lin Feiyang's words fell, Rashar suddenly fell forward uncontrollably.

He wanted to use his arms to support the ground and reduce the pressure on his body after a fall.

But as soon as his arm was halfway stretched, he was wrapped around Lin Feiyang's arm, and Lassal was horrified to find that Lin Feiyang's arm was wrapped around like a snake, and he couldn't shake it off at all.

"Click" Lin Feiyang suddenly exerted force, and Lassal's right arm was broken from the joint to the shoulder.

The thing let out a terrible scream, and tears of pain fell straight down.

"It's not over yet." Lin Feiyang snorted coldly, suddenly grabbed his other arm, and with another click, he once again wound his left arm into a comminuted fracture.

The pain of broken bones made Lashar faint instantly, and he did not break Lin Feiyang's arms, but Lin Feiyang broke his arms.

At the moment when he fell, Lin Feiyang grabbed his chest.

All the righteousness of Haoran poured into Lashal's body, smashing him towards the Faceless King like a sandbag.

"Do it, break through." Lin Feiyang rushed towards the Faceless Heavenly King like lightning and yelled at the headset at the same time.

(End of chapter)