With a muffled sound on the ground, Li Zhongyuan slid back a few feet away, his right hand hanging down as softly as a dough, and he kept trembling nervously.

It's just one move, and the right arm is broken!

"This ...... No way!"

Li Zhongyuan endured the severe pain, the beads of sweat the size of soybeans fell down his forehead, and he looked at the Chinese young man opposite with shock in his eyes.

His real age is nearly fifty years old, decades of hard work and horizontal practice of foreign skills, combined with the secret ancient boxing method of Goryeo, once used a pair of iron fists to resist the third person in the ancient martial arts world of South Korea, Cui Haoshi Grand Master 30 moves undefeated.

It was the biggest highlight of his life, and I'm often proud of it.

Unexpectedly, in the face of this Chinese young man who couldn't see any cultivation, he didn't move in place, just a fluttering punch, and broke his iron arm that he had been training hard for decades.

The unbearable pain lingered in the broken arm, and the other party's fluttering punch seemed to contain true qi cutting, and it was still destroying the tissue at his broken arm, this Huaxia kid was weird!

Suddenly, Li Zhongyuan retreated, but before his body moved, he already found that the qi around his body was firmly locked by the other party.

There seems to be nowhere to run!

The young man clapped his hands, and with a cat and mouse smile, he was slowly walking towards him.

Li Zhongyuan broke out in a cold sweat behind his back, and he had a premonition that the moment of life and death was in front of him, "Quick, hurry up and catch that woman, as long as we catch that woman, we will have a chance to get out!"

"This kid, I'll drag him down!" Li Zhongyuan's heart rushed up with a sense of anger, his left fist clenched, and he rushed towards Zhao Junyu again, that beautiful woman couldn't help but be weak.

His subordinates can catch her at once, and as long as they catch her, they will have the capital to blackmail this terrible young man in front of them!

There were also three or four South Korean men in black suits next to him, all of whom were taekwondo masters and were bodyguards of the QK2 group.

Just now, I saw that Minister Park was suddenly broken by this Chinese man, and before he could react, Master Lee Jong-won, who was like a god in their hearts, had another hand broken by the other party, and he was already in a petrified state, standing in a daze.

Hearing Master Li's scream, he reacted and hurriedly surrounded Yin Bingyue, who seemed to be watching the excitement.

Zhao Junyu heard the stick snort a few times in bird language, and when he saw the movements of the people around him, he immediately understood his plan.

But he just smiled slightly, and didn't stop it, but at this moment, Li Zhongyuan had already rushed over, and his left fist brought up the hunting wind, and against the background of the lake at night, the fist surface was glowing with a cold metallic luster.

"Eclipse Fist!"

Hundreds of years ago, when the ancestors invaded China, they had a pair of iron fists and single-handedly resisted hundreds of Chinese iron troops!

Die! Li Zhongyuan stimulates his potential, presses all his cultivation, and pours all his strength into this punch, as long as he drags you down, it's fine!

The next moment, however, his eyes widened in disbelief.

A white palm actually held his thunderous iron fist like a ghost, and he couldn't move.

Zhao Junyu easily shattered the opponent's implied fist power, and then twisted it slightly.

A series of crunchy sounds sounded, and Li Zhongyuan's left arm, like molten iron, was directly twisted into a marijuana flower by Zhao Junyu, and blood was splashed everywhere.

Then in the midst of Li Zhongyuan's terrible scream, there was a muffled sound on the ground, and Zhao Junyu flew up and kicked on Li Zhongyuan's chest, only to see the latter's back strangely sunken in, and a deep footprint appeared on his chest.

Li Zhongyuan's broken left arm hung down softly, his body was suddenly shorter, and he knelt on his knees.

Mouthfuls of blood and internal organ fragments flowed from his mouth.

"How...... So fast. ”

"Is it over?"

Li Zhongyuan's godless eyes looked in the direction of Yin Bingyue, how could it be.

I saw that the beautiful woman who seemed to be powerless was squeezing again and again, holding a soft sword flying like a colorful butterfly, and the sword was full of light, stabbing three or four South Korean taekwondo masters to the ground one by one.

"It turns out that she is also ......"

Li Zhongyuan's face was abrupt, and a wry smile hung on the corner of his mouth, he originally thought that he was a tiger on his side, and the two opposite were lambs waiting to be slaughtered, and let them ravage.

But the cruel truth is that the other party has been playing tricks on them, and their own group of people were sent to the door to be killed.

"Master, the disciple left first......"

Li Zhongyuan lowered his head, his eyes lost their brightness, and he still maintained a kneeling position.

Two moves, South Korean boxing master, Lee Jong-won, die!

"Bingyue, you're still too soft-hearted. ”

Zhao Junyu shook his head, stepped forward, and pointed out a few fingers, breaking the hearts of several so-called taekwondo masters who fell to the ground.

Yin Bingyue turned her face away, and her pretty face showed a trace of unbearability.

Zhao Junyu frowned slightly, and when the preaching words came to his mouth, he swallowed them back.

The path of cultivation, the long journey, the thorns and thorns along the way, Bingyue and a few wives of course can't always be in his arms, like hatching chickens with feathers.

Now is only the first step of a million-mile long march, if you can't even bear to kill the enemy, then how should you face the bloody storm there when you reach the cultivation realm in the future? Of course, in just half a year, it is impossible for a young lady from a modern mortal city family to turn around all at once, so she can only take her time.

The death of Lee Jong-won, a master of cross-training boxing in South Korea, caused quite a stir in the high-level martial arts world.

This person entered China a month ago, and challenged several heads of ancient Chinese boxing sects all the way, winning four and two draws, and his momentum was quite arrogant.

However, this time, he died strangely on the outskirts of Tianhai.

After inquiring through many channels, he was easily beaten to death by the other party with pure strength.

Who is it that has such strength? Is it an ancient Chinese warrior, or is it an enemy of his own country?

There are only a few high-level people in the Huaxia martial arts world, and they vaguely guessed that there was a candidate.

In the vicinity of Tianhai, there seems to be only one person with such combat power, Grandmaster Zhao!

And the tragic death of Lee Jong-won was even more earth-shattering and in an uproar when it spread to the ancient martial arts community in South Korea!

"Master, Senior Brother Li died tragically for no apparent reason. ”

"Please allow me to go out of the customs, rush to Huaxia, take the head of the murderer, and pay tribute to Senior Brother Li!"

Jeonsangbuk-do, South Korea, in a high mountain still in an ice field, is a refreshing and clean Huaxia Ming-style house.

A black-haired man with restrained eyes and a body that seemed to be full of explosive power knelt on the ground and bowed.

Facing the white-haired old man in a soap-colored robe in front of him, he said sadly.

"Changming, your heart is in turmoil. ”

"Master asks you, in a head-to-head duel, Zhong Yuan can make a few moves under you. ”

The white-haired old man turned around, looked in the direction of Huaxia, and said lightly.

"Oh......" The black-haired man was stunned.

"I have fought with Senior Brother Li more than once, and with his bare hands, Senior Brother Li can be undefeated in thirty moves under his disciples. ”

"And the news we got that Zhong Yuan only held up two moves under the opponent's hands. ”

The white-haired old man's voice was without a trace of emotion, as if he was saying something that had nothing to do with him.

The black-haired man shook violently.

(Po Sing Shek Academy)