Ask for collection, strongly ask for collection!

The black slave's originally casual expression, accompanied by the foreigner's words, gradually sharpened, and the bloodthirsty light flashed in his eyes, staring at Yang Qifeng, revealing a hideous state.

This scene was seen by Yang Qifeng, and he had to admit that the duke's foreigner had the ability to provoke, and one sentence made the black slave burst into war.

Yang Qifeng took off his suit jacket and threw it to the eldest brother standing aside, his head shook back and forth, his hands folded and moved, watching the actions of the servants in front of him.

Black slaves, in China has a long history, the Tang Dynasty existed, they were called Kunlun slaves, strong as cattle, gentle temperament, down-to-earth and upright, is the best servants of the aristocracy and wealthy families.

When the handcuffs and leg cuffs were untied, the black slave moved, and his huge body rushed towards Yang Qifeng.

"It's too despicable, this hasn't started yet, he actually sneaked attack," Yang Qifeng's eldest brother opened his mouth and scolded, this black slave suddenly erupted, without any warning, the two-meter-tall body, that oppressive force, made people feel cold.

The foreigner duke was smiling, he was very satisfied with the sudden outbreak of black slaves, the victory was decided, looking at Yang Qifeng with the eyes of the dead, daring to covet his own things, he was really looking for death.

All this did not affect the black slaves, and the perennial life-and-death battle let him know that only those who survive are the winners, and it doesn't matter what means are.

In a few steps, he jumped in front of Yang Qifeng, his sturdy arm stretched out, the green tendons jumped up tightly, and he punched out, and his long arm went straight through, like a gun piercing Yang Qifeng's face.

There was a series of crackling sounds, like waves crashing against the side of the ship.

Exploded out of thin air, this is a manifestation of boxing cultivation to a certain level, but this black slave obviously has not practiced boxing, but he has also reached the same realm.

The black slave is stronger than himself in reality, not a star and a half stronger, according to the speed of the shot and this might, Yang Qifeng judged in his heart.

As soon as the connoisseur makes a move, he will know if there is one.

This black slave is not an ordinary person, his skills are not clever, it is very simple, but it is very effective, he can condense the strength of his whole body, ordinary people can't reach such a level, even if the black slave is strong, without strict training, his strength is relatively scattered, Yang Qifeng has a dream world and the real world on both sides of the cultivation of plug-ins, it took two years to reach this step.

And the black slave, if you want to do this, without practicing boxing, normal training is impossible, with the strong fishy smell emitted by the black slave, the other party has experienced more than one battle of life and death.

There is a great terror between life and death, and the tempering of life and death again and again, this is a skill to comprehend between life and death, which seems simple, ordinary people can't learn it at all, and if they want to learn, they can only take the old road of black slaves.

With a crisp sound, Yang Qifeng threw a punch, no dodging, no retreat, and only a fist that moved forward.

Whether it is Tiger and Crane Double Fist, or Iron Wire Fist, etc., they all have a unified name, Hong Fist!

Hong Boxing, he is a kind of foreign boxing, what he pays attention to is fierce and domineering,

Bang your fists together! Make a real hand-to-hand fight!

Yang Qifeng shook this fierce punch away in one fell swoop, and his body shook to unload this force.

The black slave himself relied on the force of the shock, and continued to retreat to the rear, stepping on five consecutive steps, dissolving the force of this backshock, his eyes were wide open, his strong arms shook again and again, and the stinging pain of his arms told him that the enemy was strong, and as a gladiator who had won many championships in a row, he did not blindly rely on force.

Matched by his nimble brain, after a blow, he knew that he was not the opponent's opponent, using speed to swim, consuming the opponent's strength, looking for flaws, and winning with one blow.

A method quickly appeared in his mind, but it was quickly vetoed by the black slaves, and the other party's speed was faster than his own, this method did not work.

I can only use it, my eyes are firm, and the black slave grabbed at the chest of his Panza muscles, and after the five blood marks were scratched in the black palm, drips of blood flowed out, and a few scars were added to the chest one after another.

The sting of the heart rose in the heart of the black slave.

His fingers were put to his mouth, his tongue stretched out and licked gently, his eyes were bloodshot, and he roared angrily.

The black slave's bulging arms were thickened, and he roared and rushed again, mad, like an angry lion.

"Crazy," Yang Qifeng stared at the black slave, motionless as a mountain, "No, this is some kind of technique to squeeze the potential of his body,"

"It also has merit, but the sequelae are too great, every time you use it, you will leave a lot of dark wounds, reduce your lifespan, use it too much, and sooner or later you will die," Yang Qifeng's eyes were like electricity, although he couldn't see how the black slave exerted his strength, but what was the use of this, but it was clear.

The ferocious fist, accompanied by the shock, with the impact of the black slave, the tall figure pounced fiercely, like a lion preying!

"It's twice as fast," Yang Qifeng judged inwardly.

"Sure enough, it's not an ordinary person, all the moves are life-fighting techniques," Yang Qifeng looked at the target of the black slave, which was his left chest and heart, and with a slight mistake under his feet, his body shook.

Bang! The huge fist struck Yang Qifeng's right chest.

A tingle came out of the part where he was struck, and the bulging muscles in his chest kept shaking, and no one saw the strange scene, he was hidden under his shirt.

The numb pain came and went quickly, Yang Qifeng sneered and stared at the black slave in front of him, looking at the look of disbelief in his eyes, taking one step, his fist moved with his body, his lungs breathed violently, and with the joint muscles of his body, the sound of the explosion was like a tiger's roar.

Fist like a tiger!

In a hurry, the black slave could only wave his arms to block, and his arms were tightly intertwined.

Bang! There was a sound, followed by a click, the sound of brittle bones.

The fist did not hinder it, and continued to move forward, and he pierced through the arm of the black slave, hitting the chest of the black slave's scar.

Under the force of this impact, all the internal organs were shattered, a mouthful of blood spit out, and the black slave lay on the ground, his eyes sharp, quickly fading, and becoming godless.

Reaching out on top of his shirt, he flicked it lightly, beckoning the servant who was far away and said; "Carry it down, find a place to bury him,"

"Let's go." The foreigner duke's face was pale, and he didn't look at Yang Qifeng, so he turned around and left directly.