"What, the guy surnamed Xiao is making trouble in my Sanda Club now?"

Song Jian'an had already returned to the dormitory, but a phone call made his face change greatly, and he threw his backpack to the dormitory manager and ran towards Sanda.

When he arrived, he only saw his Sanda Club members lying on the ground groaning in pain, none of them were standing, and Xiao Luo was sitting cross-legged in the ring dedicated to their Sanda Club, holding his chin in a fist with his right hand, leisurely sweeping around, and stood up when he arrived.

"Song Jian'an, you're a little late." Xiao Luo said lightly.

"The surname is Xiao, you are looking for death!"

A roar swept through the entire training ground, and the angry Song Jian'an tore off the black vest on his body, revealing the sturdy, muscle-like upper body, and the explosive power seemed to be surging out at any time.

"Uh~"

He sprinted wildly towards the ring at the speed of a 100-meter race, shaking the whole field, stomping on the ground with his feet as he approached the ring, and his body turned down in a volley, a sharp and gorgeous 360-degree turn swept over the rope of the ring, and the right leg like a steel whip slashed down with an unrivaled momentum, and the rolling and fierce strength surged towards Xiao Luo like a huge wave.

Without the slightest reservation, without the slightest mercy!

Song Jian'an burst out the martial arts skills that he had practiced for twenty years in an instant, and such moves, gorgeous and fierce and domineering, shocked everyone's eyes, and everyone present was shocked.

Xiao Luo's body sank slightly, his hands swirled to attack, accurately intercepted, and the dull collision sound suddenly came out, Xiao Luo was shocked out by the surging force on Song Jian'an's feet, and his back slid two or three meters away from the ground of the ring, and he almost slipped out of the ring from under the rope.

Oh my God, this ...... Is this Song Jian'an's strength?

The members of the other clubs subconsciously held their breath, the fierce Xiao Luo had always been in an invincible state, and this was the first time he had seen him knocked out and at a disadvantage.

The members of the Sanda Club seemed to have been injected with a stimulant, and their spirits were lifted, and the stud boy shouted loudly for Song Jian'an: "Brother An is good, kill that bastard, kill him!" ”

Song Jian'an was furious, the whole person seemed to be shrouded in anger, he pointed at Xiao Luo, and said viciously: "The surname Xiao, if you can walk out of here intact today, I Song Jian'an will have your surname!" ”

The tone is arrogant, revealing strong self-confidence.

Xiao Luo slowly got up from the ground and chuckled: "If you say it so absolutely, aren't you afraid that the wind will flash your tongue?" ”

"Flash your grandma!"

A sharp roar exploded on the tip of his tongue, and Song Jian'an slammed up like a wild bull.

The iron fist was like the wind, and the attack was fierce, as if the strength of the whole body was condensed on the hands and feet, and the terrifying power swept towards Xiao Luo without reservation in each impact.

The body swirled, and the fierce and fierce attack forced Xiao Luo to retreat continuously, and a pair of iron fists really poured out like a storm, and the strong body like a black bear contained the power of a terrifying explosion. His attacks are not only manic and ferocious, but also extremely aggressive, and his moves are also tricky and ruthless, bringing an unparalleled visual impact to outsiders.

Everyone present widened their eyes and looked at the two people who were fighting fiercely in the ring, but almost all of their attention was focused on Song Jian'an's two flying iron fists and legs.

"I thought you were an opponent worthy of my best efforts, but that's all I can do!"

After forty or fifty consecutive fierce attacks, Song Jian'an stomped on the ground with both feet, jumped onto a pillar in the corner of the ring, and then flew up again without the slightest pause, and an elbow hit Xiao Luo's head from a height of three meters.

The bounce and aggressiveness were exerted to the extreme at this moment, and if a person were to lie on the ground and suffer such an elbow blow from him, he would be crippled if he did not die.

Shawlo crossed his arms over his head in a completely defensive move.

"Boom~"

Song Jian'an fell, like a landslide, like a meteorite falling to the ground, the terrifying power surged wildly like an angry wave, and the flow of air accelerated in an instant, forming a howling wind.

Xiao Luo's body flew backwards like a cannonball, because the speed was too fast, the "C" shaped body actually flew out of the middle of the two ring ropes, and then fell to the ground two or three meters away from the ring like a speeding car out of control.

The members of the club present were all stunned on the spot, they had always heard that Song Jian'an had real kung fu, and his strength was as strong as a black bear, they had never seen him fight with their own eyes, and now that they saw it with their own eyes, they really realized Song Jian'an's terrible.

This is really a black bear!

The members of the Sanda Club only felt extremely happy in their hearts, and even forgot the injuries on their bodies for the time being, and Xiao Luo, who was lying motionless on the ground, made them feel a wave of worry in their hearts, thinking: Could this guy have been killed by Brother An?

"Beat my friend, rob my woman, Xiao Luo, just with these two, your fate like today is already doomed, I heard that you were ashamed to say that you wanted to abolish one of my hands a few days ago, you have now been beaten into a dead dog by me, how can you abolish me?" Song Jian'an chuckled coldly, and his face was full of mockery.

"Hum hum hum ......"

Xiao Luo's shoulders suddenly shrugged slightly, and a cold, sharp laugh came out of him, as if the devil's sneering made the temperature of the entire training ground drop to freezing point in an instant, and everyone present sincerely felt a tremor from the soul.

Song Jian'an's heart also trembled, and the expression on his face froze.

At this moment, Xiao Luo's body moved, and he slowly got up from the ground, and at this moment, it was as if a bloodthirsty evil Shura had broken out of hell, and the cold and cold aura instantly filled every corner.

"We'll do it again!"

Moving his neck left and right, Xiao Luo took a step and walked towards the ring.

With every step, the momentum on his body skyrocketed, and everyone on the scene felt a great pressure, and looked at him with wide eyes.

Lifting the rope and stepping in, Xiao Luo stood in the ring again.

With black hair, sword eyebrows, sharp black eyes, a slender and tall figure but not rough at all, he stood like a cold and arrogant eagle, proud of the world, and looked down on the heroes.

"You...... You're not hurt? ”

Song Jian'an's face changed, and he withstood his full blow, and it was already a miracle that he didn't faint, but looking at Xiao Luo's relaxed appearance when he walked and jumped into the ring just now, it seemed that he didn't feel any discomfort at all.

The others were also shocked, Song Jian'an's elbow blow just now, I'm afraid that few people in Jiangcheng can withstand it, Xiao Luo blocked it with his arms and didn't do anything at all, how could this be.

Is this guy really a monster?

Everyone's heart is genuinely afraid.