The only ones who could stand in the wind were the three brothers of the Meng family, their eyes like electricity, staring at the battle.

I saw Bruce Lee's body, retreating two steps backwards in a row, his left foot did not dare to land all the ground, and he was shaking and quickly relieving the pain.

Leng Yi's arm shook, his right foot took a half step back, and the light in his eyes flickered.

"Hahaha, it's enjoyable, it's been a long time since I've had such an opponent!"

Bruce Lee laughed wildly and took the initiative to attack again.

Jeet Kune Do can only have a magical effect when the strength is equal and they attack each other in close quarters.

But for the two people at this moment, the true qi is full of body and the strength is huge, and it has long lost its magical effect.

Therefore, Bruce Lee did not use Jeet Kune Do, but took the quickness and ruthlessness to the extreme, which is the simplest and most direct attack.

The slightly thin body erupted with terrifying power at this moment.

The footsteps were on the bluestone floor, leaving three footprints, and the right foot kicked Leng Yi directly.

Like a spear, with an indomitable momentum, it rolled up all the dust and fallen leaves on the ground, and came towards Leng Yi's abdomen together.

If you kick it, it will be a boulder, and it will be instantly shattered and turned into shards.

Leng Yi faced the attack, without the slightest fear, and shouted:

"Kanglong has regrets!"

As the voice sounded, his hands were raised, and a dragon-shaped phantom appeared in the air, rushing towards his right foot with teeth and claws.

And his body was accompanied by a ray of light, and he quickly appeared beside Bruce Lee, and his palms were slapped out, and two dragon-shaped phantoms roared out.

"Eighteen Palms of Dragon Descending!"

Seeing his attack methods, the three brothers of the Meng family exclaimed in surprise, their eyes full of disbelief.

Jade Rakshasa's eyes were shining, and he watched the battle while dodging the flying rocks, hoping to gain something.

I just knew that Leng Yi was already a generation of grandmasters.

Gestures, true qi with each other, random changes, momentum, and unity.

"Hahaha, good skills, good speed, it's really still Gu Wu!"

Bruce Lee didn't see Leng Yi's movements clearly, he only felt that he was surrounded by dragon-shaped phantoms, and he quickly threw a few punches, all of which were violent.

But it also caused an attack loophole, and Leng Yi seized the opportunity and attacked again and again.

In the melee battle between the two people, dragon-shaped phantoms flew everywhere, fist prints, and footprints were visible all over the sky.

The granite under his feet, like tofu, is covered with the footprints of two people.

The leaves of the surrounding trees all fell off and were swept away by the strong wind. The branches are tilted and broken innumerable.

The many big men standing fifty meters away around had to expand the distance again.

The aftermath of the strong wind is too much for them to bear, and they must take shelter as soon as possible.

As for the many rich people and journalists, they hid farther away and could not see the battle in the wind and sand at all.

Even if the green dragon stood inside, it was thirty meters away.

Only the three brothers of the Meng family, the Jade Rakshasa didn't seem to feel the whistling wind, and still stood at the nearest distance to watch.

In their eyes, Bruce Lee's punches and legs are indeed fast to the peak, making it difficult to dodge.

But it's too direct, with very little change, and almost all of it becomes useless.

Relatively speaking, Leng Yi has a variety of moves, changes at will, gestures, and true qi.

Worked as expected, without the slightest sluggishness.

Footwork is freewheeling, attacking around Bruce Lee.

It's just that Leng Yi didn't make a killer, and every time it came to a critical moment, the speed would be a beat slower, so that Bruce Lee could react.

They looked carefully and knew that Leng Yi had the upper hand and could end the battle at any time.

However, the people outside the battle circle could only see the figure flying over, and the speed was extremely fast.

The dust is flying, the leaves are fluttering, and I don't know who wins and who loses.

At this moment, a rapid sound of breaking through the air sounded, hidden in the dust.

Leng Yi, who had the upper hand, watched the six roads, listened to all directions, heard the evil wind coming, and immediately roared:

"Enemy attack!"

At the same time, I saw a bullet, at a frantic speed, rapidly expanding in my eyes and shooting towards the back of Bruce Lee's head.

Now that you see it, you naturally have to react.

A dragon-shaped phantom appeared in his right palm and slammed into Bruce Lee's left side, forcing him to dodge.

He dodged to the right, and when he couldn't make a move, he made way of a gap and dodged the attack of one shot and two birds.

"Whoosh!"

"Bang!"

The bullet carried a vicious wind, and quickly passed through the gap between the two men, shooting deep into the bluestone floor.

"Bang!"

Bruce Lee, who heard him shouting, had not yet reacted, and was forced by a rapid palm, barely rolling three meters to the side, and gasping for breath.

Defeated!

He knew he was defeated!

In fact, it was defeated from the start.

It's just that he didn't admit defeat and wanted to turn the tables, but unfortunately in the end, he was almost killed by a bullet.

Looking at Leng Yi again, with a trace of blood on his ears, his eyes were like electricity, staring at the tall buildings in the distance.

"Master, you're hurt!"

Meng Shouliang saw the bullet holes on the ground, and also saw the blood stains on Leng Yi's earlobes, and couldn't help but exclaim.

"Go, kill him!"

The other two people, whose bodies had turned into geese, instantly rushed out of the bushes, crossed the iron fence, and walked towards the tall buildings in the distance.

And the Jade Rakshasa stepped forward and pulled Leng Yi behind the big tree to dodge.

No one knows who the assassination was directed at, and how can they stand in the open field.

It wasn't until this moment that the people around Bruce Lee reacted.

Someone assassinated!

Immediately came from all directions, set up a black umbrella, and escorted him to the three-story villa next to him.

They hid, while Leng Yi said to the Jade Rakshasa:

"Let go, only I can lure him into attacking again, I can catch him. A broken gun, what's there to be afraid of!"

The words fell, struggling to open her arms, and reappeared in a position suitable for being sniped, looking at the tall buildings in front of her.

As long as he is prepared, he is not afraid.

In the world of the walking dead, it has long been exercised.

The stark contrast between the two made Chu Jianghe and others deeply feel the difference.

Although Bruce Lee is the world-famous founder of Jeet Kune Do, he is even more desperate and afraid of fighting.

And Leng Yi was fearless, standing at gunpoint and creating opportunities for his subordinates to arrest people.

They didn't care about the outcome of the battle anymore, they only knew that Leng Yi was stronger.

He's Chinese!

More respectable!

At this moment, an evil wind came, rushing straight to Leng Yi's eyebrows, and he was about to shoot him in the head.

"Master!"

Meng Shouliang saw the bullet and screamed, hoping that he could dodge.

"Childe!"

The Jade Rakshasa hidden behind the big tree suddenly screamed, and the leather whip in his hand flew out quickly, trying to block the bullet.

However, the speed was not enough, and it didn't hit after all.

Whether it was the long whip of the Jade Rakshasa or the sniper bullets that came quickly, they were all empty.

"He's dead!"

Meng Shouliang knew that with his brother's footsteps, he must have rushed to the opposite building, and he would not let the assassin escape.

On the other hand, Leng Yi was calm, taking a step forward as if he was strolling leisurely, and successfully dodged the bullet

It seemed like he was just about to step away, just the right feeling.

(End of chapter)