The dark shadow below was silent, just approaching rapidly. The middle-aged strong man became more and more angry, the green tendons on the copper-cast iron arms burst out, and suddenly he screamed, his fists collided with each other, and the steel fist gloves burst out with dazzling sparks, and then kicked his legs violently, smashing the floor and rushing straight down.

A huge iron fist fell from the sky and smashed into the black old monster like a mountain crushing the top.

Wu Hai is the head of the Silver Eagle Leader Martial Arts family, and the family legend of "King Kong Long Fist" is fierce and domineering, coupled with the physical fitness of the town guard, it is not a problem to open the stele and crack the stone. And the black old monster only has one arm, and his body is thinner than Wu Hai, but he doesn't dodge or dodge. I saw him take a deep breath, put his five fingers together into a palm, and a blue light appeared in his palm, as if it was carved from blue jade, crystal clear, and imprinted towards the gradually enlarged steel fist.

"Look for death!"

Wu Hai's eyes bulged outward, and his eyes were hideous. He was born in a famous family, and he has a family spirit, there are few opponents in the same level, and even a cripple dares to challenge him, which is simply an insult to him.

The Iron Fist emitted a sharp air explosion sound with a huge wind pressure, and its volume was a full circle larger than the opponent's palm, which made people worry that the latter's palm would break in an instant.

However, the results were quite unexpected. The moment the fists collided, the tall Wu Hai was blown away several meters away, while the thin black old monster only took half a step back.

"Well done!"

Qin Gui, who was hiding in the shadows, couldn't help but cheer loudly. This result is not unexpected, the black old monster originally had limited talent, sacrificed his life to serve the crystal nucleus dust, and finally obtained the bloodline of the Xuan Corpse.

The muscle density of the Xuan Corpse is extremely high, and the black old monster looks thin, but in fact, the mass of the body is much higher than that of the opponent. The real strength confrontation, the Xuan Corpse bloodline prevailed.

Wu Hai crashed into half of the wall of the dormitory building, got up from a pile of cement and stones, and looked at the black old monster with some surprise. Finally, his gaze fell on his half-empty sleeves, and the expression on his face became vicious and vicious.

I saw him tense his muscles, kick his legs hard, and suddenly rush like a cannonball towards the opponent a few meters away.

This time he didn't go head-to-head, but went around to the side for a hand-to-hand grappling. Martial arts is not only about strength, but also about speed and skill. The black monster only has one hand, and its defense ability is greatly reduced, and its balance ability is worse than that of ordinary people.

Wu Hai took advantage of his own advantages, and his two fists kept beckoning to the black old monster. The latter could not hold on alone, parrying left and right with one hand, and was beaten back again and again.

"Old and crippled, dare to come out and be embarrassed!"

Wu Hai's words were provocative, and the speed of his punches became faster and faster, and his fists were like flying meteors, smashing frantically towards his opponent. In an instant, he finally seized the opportunity, opened his arm, and punched the opponent in the chest. The black old monster suddenly flew straight back, knocking five or six shacks apart in a row.

The homeless people who lived inside wailed in pain, but there was no figure of a struggling figure, presumably in a state of slumber due to the sound of the harp.

The black old monster struggled to his feet, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. While psionic armor took most of the damage, there was still some penetration that came through.

The Black Monster wiped the blood with the back of his hand, mustered all his strength, and charged at the tall foe again.

"I don't know if I'm alive or dead!"

Wu Hai burst out to meet him, and his stormy fist smashed into his opponent again.

"Don't be strong, old ghost!"

Seeing that the situation was critical, Qin Gui couldn't help but shout. The black monster turned a blind eye, slashed left and right with his arm, and then slammed into his opponent with his shoulder.

This trick is called "Tieshan Leaning", which was originally a move in Bajiquan, and the black old monster has no family martial arts, and uses all the wild ways to fight around. Wu Hai seemed to be thick, but his body was very flexible, he shrank back, avoiding the shoulders that came over, and then smashed a punch into the face of the black old monster.

Fragments of psionic armor splattered everywhere, turning into dots of starsand. The thin body was like a kite with a broken string, whirling and smashing into the ground, smashing out a dirt pit.

Wu Hai showed contempt on his face and slowly walked towards the black old monster.

The latter bounced up, palms forward, and put on a fighting stance. Seeing this, Wu Hai was stunned for a moment, and then snorted coldly, "Want to find death?" Okay, my lord will fulfill you! ”

Wu Hai burst into tears, striking left and right fists in a row. I saw the black old monster take a deep breath, lunge forward, resist the fist with his body, and imprint a palm on the opponent's chest.

With a flash of brilliance, the two of them slid backwards at the same time.

Stabilizing his body, the black old monster let out a low shout, as if the black sword was out of its sheath and stabbed directly into the opponent's chest and abdomen.

Wu Hai suddenly rose to the ground, his fist was entrained, and he slammed into the door in front of his opponent. The black old monster had a calm face, blocked them one by one, and then reflexively swept Wu Hai's face and swept him away.

"Very well, you managed to provoke me." Wu Hai gritted his teeth and announced, his whole body blue erupted, and he was slapped in the face by a cripple, and he was simply embarrassed when he passed it out.

The black old monster looked indifferent, as if all he was seeing was a wild dog barking wildly.

Wu Hai became more and more furious, roared, and rushed towards his opponent like a mad bull, his fist flying down like a meteor. The black old monster has always been difficult to hold on to one-armed, and it is one level lower than Wu Hai, and after a few rounds, it gradually declines.

The fist slammed into the armor, and the sand continued to escape, and the newborn armor re-covered the body. However, as the number of attacks increased, the light film covering the body became fainter and fainter, as if it would disappear at any time.

On the other side, Wu Hai's psionic armor was like substance, more and more condensed, like crystals.

In comparison, the spiritual power of the black old monster was far inferior to that of Wu Hai. This is the difference between the Great Town Guard and the Town Guard, the two are not far apart in terms of physical fitness, and the difference is in the depth and breadth of spiritual energy. The higher you go, the less physical fitness plays a role in battle, and the greater the role of psionic energy.

"Bang!"

With a dull thud, the black old monster fell backwards. Wu Hai didn't give the black old monster a chance to rest, and chased after him and stomped on the black old monster on the ground. The black old monster slapped his palms on the ground and rolled continuously to avoid the steel boots that stepped on.

"Old ghost!"

Seeing this scene, Qin Gui in the distance couldn't hold back any longer, and got up to help his old friend. But at this moment, a black-covered sheathed knife stood in front of him.

The Raven Sword, the ancestral heirloom of the Mitsuki family.

"Please respect Mr. Hei's consciousness."

A cold female voice said.

Qin Gui was slightly stunned, then sighed, and slowly released his clenched fist.

In the blink of an eye, Wu Hai, who was continuously pursuing, kicked the black old monster in the back with a kick, kicked it into the air, and then kicked the ground and swept the black old monster to the ground with a lower leg.

"Poof!"

The black old monster spurted out a large mouthful of blood, but Wu Hai was unforgiving, catching up and continuing to fight, with an attitude of never giving up if he didn't kill his opponent.

The black old monster couldn't resist it, his body was hit again and again, and the spiritual armor on his body flickered and flickered, and it was already the end of the strong crossbow.

"Die!"

Wu Hai's iron boot heels kept chopping down, as if they were about to crush the bones of his opponent's body. The black old monster rolled and dodged, but was blocked by a cement slab, and it was about to be injured again, and his eyes suddenly flickered.

The dull body of the spear resounded through the night sky, and a spiritual armor-piercing bullet slammed into Wu Hai's body, bursting into a strong flash. At this time, the sniper's cross-mirror locked onto "Chen Xing" and shattered it with one shot.

Chen Xing's clone was knocked out, and he immediately split one again, rushed over to pick up the sniper rifle that fell to the ground, and continued to fight back.