Chapter 92: You don't know anything about power

Soul and body are exchanged, and a slightly chubby Chinese youth appears behind the upper-class lady of New York.

Then he stretched out his panda hand.

Alexandra seemed to have eyes behind her back, her whole body was swollen with true qi, forming a layer of true qi shield, and then she bent down and stretched out her hand to shrink her neck, and the world-famous martial art "Donkey Rolling" was about to reappear in the world.

However, how can an aging and dying lady compare in speed and strength to a young and strong panda man?

The left hand that took off the titanium alloy fist glove pierced through the True Qi shield, and the slightly reddish flesh palm in the white tender was imprinted on the back covered by the white clothes.

"Ma'am, do you need cupping?"

A deep, magnetic voice rang out.

Rich true qi is injected into the body.

Tremendous power penetrates through the back.

Click!

I heard a series of crisp sounds, 7 of the 33 vertebrae were broken, and then the internal organs in the body.

Alexandra felt tightness in her chest, shortness of breath, and felt that the last strength was constantly being withdrawn from her body, and a stream of blood qi surged up, and the internal organs, especially the heart, that were instantly shattered, caused a large amount of blood to burst out, and under the action of true qi, it poured into the trachea and esophagus, and poured into the throat.

Then squirt from the open mouth.

The whole person flew out.

The second kind of mastery other than "donkey rolling" is finally available:

The ass is flat backwards and the sand falls in the goose style!

With a muffled sound, Alexandra threw herself to the ground, hitting the street perfectly.

"This ...... No...... Possible! ”

All the internal organs were destroyed, the spine was broken, the sternum was shattered, and the last true qi forcibly continued her life, Alexandra knew that she was definitely going to die, but at this moment, it was not the fear of death that came to her heart, but the despair of her own disillusionment: "You...... No...... Iron fist! ”

No one knows Iron Fist better than she does.

She has used the longevity dragon bone for more than a thousand years, and the power of her and the other four fingers is actually the same as the iron fist, except that one comes from the dead dragon bone and the other comes from the living dragon's heart, and there is an essential difference between them-

Therefore, one can only be used to prolong life, and the other can allow the owner to obtain far more power than ordinary people.

And now, feeling the true qi pouring into her body, Alexandra was convinced:

The man behind him is not an iron fist.

"What?"

Suowanda, Murakami, and Botu, who were about to make a move, were stunned for a moment.

This man is not an iron fist?

If it weren't for the Iron Fist, there would be no way to open the seal of the Iron Fist, and there would be no way to get the dragon bone fossil below.

And the last bit of keel brought from Kunlun was used by Heikong.

This, this......

What can I do?

An indescribable sense of disillusionment and absurdity occupied the hearts of the three of them, and even at this moment, they forgot the threat of death.

As soon as he heard Alexandra's words, Lao Wang was instantly unhappy.

Wait.

If you look closely at my fist, are my gloves iron? Are my fists harder than iron?

Why am I not an iron fist?

I don't just have an iron fist, I also have an iron rod, do you want to try it?

The soul floated out of the ruins, Lao Wang's spirit and flesh blended, put on titanium alloy gloves, carried a titanium alloy stick, and sighed: "I am really an iron fist!" ”

You're a monkey invited to tease...... Suo Wanda, who is very interested in Chinese culture, was the first to wake up from the shock, clenched his fists and shouted: "Don't be stunned! Let's go up and kill him, or we'll all die!" ”

The underground area is not completely isolated from the upper floors, and the entrances and exits are not the only ones sealed.

But Lao Wang's sudden appearance of magic still convinced him:

If you escape, you will definitely not be able to escape.

The only way to survive is to kill this man!

Botu holds the sword, Murakami holds the knife, and Suowanda is bare-handed.

One is the greatest swordsman in the world, the other is the strongest swordsman in Japan, and the other is a point master who knows everything about the human body (really, the TV series setting).

The three of them rushed over with their men who were still alive.

The bullets are basically all gone, and even if there are left, there are not many left.

Besides, so many grenades, rockets, shotguns, and heavy machine guns, so many bullets were fired, and so many bombs exploded, but they didn't even kill the person in front of them, and they didn't even get hurt, and they didn't expect thermal weapons to be useful.

At the critical moment, you have to rely on cold weapons and "gas"!

This guy who pretends to be an iron fist is too insidious and cunning, when he fought against Mrs. Gao, he didn't show all his strength, and pretended to be only one line stronger than Mrs. Gao, and now he shows his true strength, and he can easily kill Alexandra, who is not much worse than Mrs. Gao.

Not only is this person not an iron fist, but he is not even a Kunlun person.

The people of Kunlun are all dead houses that don't go out, and they don't have any hearts!

Click!

Lao Wang took off the titanium alloy rod and inserted it into the hard ground.

The piercing sound of thrusting and rubbing made the three men tremble.

"You ...... about power"

He let go, clenched his fists, and stood like a mountain.

"Nothing!"

……

……

Black Widow was lying on the ground, and there was a sentence that MMP didn't know whether to say or not.

I don't know what's wrong lately and I'm often injured.

She's a legendary agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., and she's never failed in a mission in the past few years, until she was shot in the waist.

The Winter Soldier shot.

A month ago, at the Roxon Power Plant, I was shot all over my body I don't know how many, and if Master Wang hadn't appeared in time, he would have died at that time.

Hydra is shot by a lot of people.

Now I haven't been shot, but I was actually abused with my bare hands, and it wasn't a sturdy and burly man who abused her, but a little boy who was only as high as his chest, and he wasn't in bed, who would believe it?

The widow's suit was all used, but she was still abused, ridden and beaten, and had no power to resist at all.

What a shame!

"I need help!"

Looking at the little boy walking step by step, the black widow screamed as she lay on the ground and stepped back with her elbows and legs.

Suddenly.

A gunshot rang out.

Then there was a flurry of gunfire.

Dozens of bullets vented into the little boy's body at a very fast speed, shooting the little boy backwards, quite with the momentum of an American blockbuster.

Erica is here.

She was wearing the standard equipment of a S.H.I.E.L.D. field agent, and pointed her submachine gun at the little boy, her face was a little hideous, her movements were a little wild, and her attitude was a little ...... Fierce?

Like a goddess of vengeance!

Next to him was Matt Murdoch.

The blind lawyer was also armed with a submachine gun, and he also had his share of the bullets fired at the little boy.

"Agent Romanov!"

The last member of the trio, "Stick", walked quickly to the Black Widow, and did not shy away from it, his right index and middle fingers stretched out and poked her body more than a dozen times in a row, including some important parts.

This made Black Widow feel painful in some places, sour in some places, itchy in some places, and warm in some places.

"Points?" Black Widow thought of some mysterious power from the East, and it seemed that the Hand would also do.

Sticks nodded: "Master Wang taught." ”

More than a dozen acupuncture points were sealed by True Qi, and the injuries on his body that were abused by the little boy were slightly relieved, and the stick dragged the black widow backwards and threw a grenade in front of him.

Rumble!

A violent explosion sounded, but there was no joy on the stick's face.

Instead, my heart sank.

The little boy came out of the smoke of gunfire, his clothes were beaten and blown up, and he was almost naked.

But there was no injury at all.

The beauty of youth is all displayed in front of two men and two women.