"It's a pity." Lu Heng was silent in place for a long time, and slowly spit out three words.

Ip Man died of his persistence, of his intransigence.

The moment he picked up the Eight Chopping Knife and stood in front of Lu Heng, it was destined that this Wing Chun master would not survive today, no matter whether he won or lost.

Whether he wanted to avenge Chen Zhi, or was indignant at Lu Heng's indignation for forcibly kidnapping him to the north, Lu Heng didn't know.

He didn't want to know either.

He promised Chan Shi to make Wing Chun famous in the north no matter what method he used, and he also promised to fight Wing Chun again, and he did it.

After this battle, I believe that the world will understand what Wing Chun is, but Wing Chun is also extinct.

The older generation of Wing Chun masters can no longer fight boxing, and the two geniuses of the younger generation both died at the hands of Lu Heng, and the decline of a boxing species is very simple, if you destroy its seeds, it will never germinate again.

After all, learning boxing is not something that can be learned by looking at cheats, but also by hand and by mouth.

Shaking his head, Lu Heng no longer thought about any problems, he still had two tough battles to fight.

The defender of the seventh level stood solemnly with a spear in hand.

As soon as Lu Heng looked at him, he knew that this person had been gathering momentum.

The moment Lu Heng appeared in front of him, this person opened his eyes suddenly, and there was a flash of electric light in his eyes.

"Eight poles, Liu Yunqiao." This person spoke slowly, "The handsome spirit has been frustrated, why don't you only compare your fists and feet?" ”

"Not necessarily." Lu Hengdao.

Liu Yunqiao was silent for a moment and said, "It's okay." ”

In just two sentences, it was a psychological confrontation.

Don't think that Liu Yunqiao has good intentions, in fact, he is attacking Lu Heng's momentum. If Lu Heng agrees to only compare his fists and feet, it means that he admits that he has lost his sharpness, and the rising momentum accumulated one after another will come to an abrupt end in this field and start all over again.

Liu Yunqiao shook his gun, and put on a classic marksmanship move-scissor strands, he stood sideways, holding the end of the gun handle in his right hand to protect his heart, and holding the middle of the gun shaft in his left hand to protect the lower three roads, the gun head was raised, and he reached in front of Lu Heng.

This is not a provocation, but a etiquette between boxers, which means that the point is up to the end and does not hurt the peace.

If it is a fist and kick, then the two sides will have a tacit understanding to contain a little bit of strength when making a killing move. Compared with weapons, that is, only compared to moves, without strength.

Liu Yunqiao didn't want to offend this warlord, and on the contrary, he quite agreed with Lu Heng's concept of setting up a museum to exchange martial arts.

But a competition is a competition, he doesn't want to lose, if Lu Heng can't even pass his level, he thinks that Lu Heng is not qualified to set up a museum.

Therefore, he just wanted to see Lu Heng's ability, and he didn't want to fight to the death.

Lu Heng naturally understood what Liu Yunqiao meant, he showed the old monk's dervish moves, and gently knocked on the opponent's gun head, which can be regarded as reaching a consensus with Liu Yunqiao.

The two of them launched together in an instant!

Liu Yunqiao stabbed with a shot, Lu Heng came by deception, flipped Shuangyue to lock the gun, but Liu just shook the gun, and immediately bounced Shuangyue away, sweeping thousands of troops in one style, Lu Heng had to retreat!

In the first round, it was a temptation, and no one had the upper hand.

The second round began quickly.

This time, Liu Yunqiao held a gun in one hand and shot at Lu Heng's chest, and Lu Heng held it high on top of each other.

While!

When the blades collided, Liu Yunqiao's spear immediately shook as if it had been loaded with a spring, and with a flick of the momentum, it smashed into Lu Heng's left shoulder.

Lu Heng broke his feet, twisted his hips sideways, pressed the spear with his left hand, and pushed forward with his foot, and swept up with his right hand along the barrel of the gun.

Liu Yunqiao suddenly churned with his palms, jumped from the swept antler blade, and continued to grab the barrel of the gun. This hand is a single change of hands of Baguazhang.

Lu Heng reacted very quickly, flipped his palm, and swept back. Liu Yunqiao grabbed the tail of the gun with his other hand and picked up the spear, and the gun suddenly bounced up and hit Lu Heng's armpit. Lu Heng had no choice but to retreat.

Who knew that Liu Yunqiao didn't give up, picked up the spear, and smashed it on the head!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The big gun ejected again and again, more and more fiercely, and smashed Lu Heng seven or eight times, although it was blocked by Lu Heng, it also shocked Lu Heng's mouth numb.

In the last stroke, Liu Yunqiao's wrist twisted, the big gun shook straight, and the spear went straight to Lu Heng's throat like a green snake spitting out a letter.

Lu Heng's eyes lit up, and he suddenly quickly pressed the gun obliquely and locked it, and an earth dragon rolled close to him, sweeping Liu Yunqiao off the plate!

Liu Yunqiao could only retreat, but Lu Heng was as agile as a dragon, and with a move of beauty, he got into his arms, and Shuangyue drilled in from under his armpits, straight up!

Liu Yunqiao's complexion changed, and suddenly his arms were wrapped, Lu Heng's arms were pushed away, and his left elbow was pushed towards Lu Heng's heart.

Lean on the mountain!

However, at this moment, Lu Heng's feet moved to his right side, stirred his right arm holding the gun, looked back at the moon with one move, and put Shan Yue on Liu Yunqiao's neck!

Liu Yunqiao was stunned and stopped moving.

Lu Heng slowly retracted the Yue, retreated, hid the Yue behind his wrist, and hugged his fists and said, "Accept!" ”

Liu Yunqiao let out a long breath, clenched his fists and said sincerely: "Good gossip." ”

"It's a pity that I couldn't see the real eight-pole six-in-one gun." Lu Heng said regretfully.

Liu Yunqiao finally had a smile on his face.

"On the day when the handsome man sets up the museum, Yunqiao will dance a gun to congratulate." He said.

Lu Heng also smiled: "A word is a certainty!" ”

"It's a deal."

The two looked at each other and smiled, and Liu Yunqiao gave way and made a gesture of please.

Lu Heng bowed his head, crossed past him defenselessly, and walked towards the eighth level.

On the viewing platform, an old man nodded with a smile and a look of relief.

"Master, I don't accept it." The young man beside the old man said quite angrily, "How can you not use your strength to make a gun?" Without strength, how can the gun be shot? Senior brother, this is self-defeating martial arts! ”

The old man glanced at him and said, "If you lose, you lose, how do you know how much people have left?" ”

finally reached the last level, but the middle-aged man in front of Lu Heng was squatting on the ground and napping like an old farmer, and there was no trace of momentum on his body.

Seeing Lu Heng coming, he raised his eyelids and said, "You have to pass this level?" ”

"I have to live." Lu Heng nodded.

The man sighed: "Then you will definitely not be able to keep your hands, once you and I fight, we will have to meet each other in life and death." ”

Lu Heng smiled: "That's better than fists and feet?" ”

"Neither can you punch or kick." This man said, "You carry the power of seven victories, and you have a murderous intention, I will not dare to slack off." You also practice gossip, I also practice gossip, gossip is black, there is no weight, one palm down, if you don't die, half your life will be gone. ”

Lu Heng suddenly understood what he meant, and thoughtfully: "You mean, take a hand?" ”

Hand in hand, it is to see how much the other party's strength has been practiced. The boxer competition is extremely dangerous, as can be seen from Lu Heng's seven competitions and the death of three people. In order to avoid unnecessary casualties, boxers sometimes meet and talk, or join hands, or even practice separately, so that they can know the depth of each other and know what to do.

In this way, there will be no loss of face and no danger.

The man suddenly grinned and stood up.

"That's what it means." He suddenly clenched his fists, and his face was solemn: "Baguazhang, Han Muxia, I've seen Lu Dashuai!" ”