The time for the strength to exert strength was far less than a second, and Xiao Luo noticed that something was quite wrong. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Years of experience as a gold medal fighter have made Xiao Luo accustomed to seeing all kinds of gangsters who can only fight bravely but have no actual fighting skills.

They have one thing in common: they can't withstand too much pain due to their lack of experience and targeted training.

Almost like ordinary people, these gangsters often feel severe pain in some important parts, or when they are hit by an abrupt blow, they will have a strong sense of panic, and then their movements will be deformed, they will lose their ability to resist, and finally let them be slaughtered.

It's the same this time, the man on the opposite side obviously has no fighting skills, and he can't even parry the first blow, obviously belongs to the kind of rookie who squats in the streets and alleys, holding a large area of inferior cigarettes, and his brain is full of paste.

In Xiao Luo's memory, after being punched by him solidly, the reaction of a rookie like this can be roughly divided into several categories.

The stronger type, generally with bulging eyes, open mouth, and a crumpled face;

The type of nausea is usually with the eyes closed, the teeth clenched, and then immediately opened and squirted a mouthful of liquid;

There is also Xiao Luo's most proud type, which is usually a wild roar, rolling his eyes, and directly losing consciousness.

However, this time, from Xiao Luo's slightly surprised expression, it can be seen that the opponent's reaction obviously does not belong to any of them.

As a professional fighter and a gold medal professional, Xiao Luo's punch hit the part very accurately, the angle of effect is very tricky, the force on the top is very strong, etc., etc., everything is as before.

The only thing that was wrong was that his opponent was just reflexively reflexively reflexively constricting his abs, as if his stomach was being massaged with a slight tingling and discomfort, rather than a powerful blow from a professional who could simply tip a calf to the ground.

This situation had to make Xiao Luo immediately alert, and immediately began to reassess the strength of his opponent.

But to his surprise again, Dongzi on the other side did not fight back with all kinds of high-tech tricks like the instructors, black boxers, special forces, and any other masters who pretended to be pigs and ate tigers he had seen before.

The **** man on the upper body is like a piece of wood, after being punched by him, his eyes did not blink, and he did not glance down at all, and at the same time continued to be casual, his head was unbiased to bear the "bang" on the temple, and he continued to be expressionless, ignoring the knee impact of hundreds of meters per second in his heart.

It wasn't until the connection withstood several slams that Dongzi finally reacted like a normal thug's reaction speed, and immediately stretched out his hands and grabbed Xiao Luo.

Xiao Luo immediately turned up the corners of his mouth, and sneered slightly, no need for Brother Yang, Lao Hu's superb skills, even he could see at a glance that this was a rather clumsy posture.

The shoulder lift is too high, the elbow pressure is too low, the amplitude is too large, the stretch is too long, etc., etc., no matter what the follow-up, whether it is virtual or real, as a method of attack, from this clumsy posture, Xiao Luo saw countless flaws and thought of countless ways to crack it.

However, in the next moment, before he had time to make any of the graceful movements that came to mind to evade or counterattack, or even to retract his sneer, Xiao Luo felt two whip-like black shadows flicker in mid-air, scraping a sharp whistling in his ears, and then, his waist tightened, and a powerful force rushed to his center of gravity, taking his entire body into the air.

At a lightning speed, Dongzi, who **** the upper body, stretched out two arms like iron tongs, sweetly put it on Xiao Luo's waist, and hugged Xiao Luo's whole person tightly off the ground in an excited gesture of reuniting after a long absence.

As if the emotions of longing were too full, Dongzi's hands were so hard that Xiao Luo's proud, **** waist that kept exercising and always paying attention to maintenance was pinched into a small waist that would make thousands of girls blush and countless young women envious.

Yes, quite small, almost one-third the size of a normal human.

As a result, Brother Yang, Lao Hu, whose expression on his face instantly froze, immediately heard a high-pitched scream full of passionate emotions.

It was Xiao Luo, whose eyes bulged out, his mouth opened, and his face was crumpled, and he screamed the most painful and unbearable sorrow for this tender and caressing scene.

And that's just the beginning.

Immediately afterwards, when Brother Yang and Lao Hu kicked the ground and rushed forward, Brother Huang and Pumpkin, who were also wearing the upper body, had quickly stood in a good position, one of them pulled their heads, and the two of them raised their waists, supporting Xiao Luo's body, and with extremely fast movements, they hit the wall like a storm, making the package with extremely good sound insulation, and abnormally made a series of loud noises of "bang", "bang".

The position of just a few meters seemed to be close to the end of the world, and before he was halfway out, Brother Yang found that Xiao Luo let out a last roar after squirting out a few mouthfuls of liquid mixed with saliva, blood, stomach acid, paste-like steamed buns, scallion juice dough with a unique smell, and so on.

"!"

In the next second, with Lao Hu's angry shout, Pinghui's two high-ranking big bosses, the leaders of hundreds of little brothers, plus a gold medal little brother who had completely lost his combat effectiveness, and the three little gangsters who couldn't even mix around the corpse alley, collided together in an instant.

"Ahh "!" "Ahh "!" "Ahh "!"

In an instant, the fist hit the face, the toe kicked the bone, and on the dark soundproof envelope, strange shadows were intertwined, one moment this covered that, and the next several suddenly separated; In the room, chairs were knocked over, dishes and spoons were torn, books were kicked off, and clothes were torn; Moaning, scolding, screaming, all kinds of voices sounded at the same time; The smell of sweat and blood quickly spreads, mixing with the smell of boiled meat, making it even more difficult to breathe.

It is conceivable how fierce this battle is, but it did not last long, for about forty seconds, Brother Yang Lao Hu, who cooperated with the tacit understanding, had already held Xiao Luo who had just snatched it with both hands to block his body, and at the same time retreated backwards.

The two big brothers Pinghui, who have been trained for more than 20 years and have incomparably rich fighting experience, finally achieved the purpose of their actions.

The price paid was quite huge, the red old beard, near his eye circles, there were two large bruises, and in his nostrils, blood was gushing down, destroying the awe-inspiring and furious expression; Brother Yang, who was panting, although he didn't leave any traces on his face, the suit on his upper body was open and turned into striped pieces, and the shirt he wore inside also showed a big hole, and he couldn't leave even a single button, fortunately, all his losses were compensated enough in his pants. There were several more yellow, yellow, black and black footprints in the ----.

"Fool, there's a kind of coming back!"

The one who spoke, obviously the triumphant Dongzi, since he was locked in this cell, until today, he finally got a chance to vent fiercely, and finally showed a dancing expression.

In addition, beside him, there was also a slightly uneasy pumpkin and a calm and relaxed Huang Ge.

However, no matter what their expressions were, under the illumination of countless ultra-small light bulbs, the slightly pale and sturdy bodies of the three people, each bearing the marks of a few feet, tangled and hideous muscles, gave birth to dense beads of sweat.

Other than that, unscathed.

"......"

Hearing Dongzi's scolding, Lao Hu immediately let go of Xiao Luo, clenched his fists tightly, and stood up, but he was immediately held tightly by Brother Yang's arm, and heard a rather solemn voice in his ears: "Lao Hu! Hu Dahai! Bear with me! They're so wicked! ”

Yes, they are too wicked!

This point, Hu Dahai, who has been through wind and waves, is also clear.

Otherwise, with his temper and character, he would not have easily followed Brother Yang's advice like he did now. Taking advantage of this step, Lao Hu snorted coldly, obediently lowered his fist, squatted down again, and checked Xiao Luo's body everywhere.

Sometimes, especially when the mood is agitated, Lao Hu is too bad at disguise. So, from his slightly trembling hands and his eyebrows that twitched from time to time, anyone could see that his actions were just a gesture.

Yes, a gesture.

Squatting next to Xiao Luo, Lao Hu checked indiscriminately, and after noticing that he was fine, he continued to rummage, but he didn't have any purpose. Because, in his mind, he couldn't help but be surging with bursts of doubt and horror.

It's so ****** so evil!

Lao Hu was surprised, not that he would fall behind.

After all, in the case of being outnumbered and outnumbered, it is really not a big deal if you don't lose. What's more, it is the humiliating deeds of being beaten by one or two opponents with one out of ten, swarming with a large group of people, and finally being beaten by one or two opponents, in Lao Hu's years of rivers and lakes, he has also encountered one or two times.

However, in the past, it was all about winning and losing, at least convincing, at least well-documented, at least inferior to others.

This time, however, it was very different.

Those three guys, are they still human? Like countless people speculating about themselves in the past, Lao Hu also speculated about the three brutes who were squatting opposite each other and taking turns to eat meat with the last pair of intact bowls and spoons.

These three brutes!

Lao Hu scolded again, he still remembers the experience of just a few tens of seconds.

He clearly remembered that at the beginning, he couldn't figure out the situation, and he didn't want to make too much trouble in this indistinguishable and extremely strange environment. So, he controlled his strength, with only a small half more strength than subduing ordinary people, and carefully aimed at the bridge of his opponent's nose, behind the ear, which was both fragile and easily unable to resist.

However, this kind of attack method that used to be easy and tried and tested again and again has no effect at all.

Moreover, the most terrible thing is that the reason for the ineffectiveness is not that the opponent's body is flexible, so that his attack falls into the void......

Thinking of this, Lao Hu's throat began to itch again.

So, he gritted his teeth, and while everyone was not paying attention, he secretly turned his head and spat out a small mouthful of red liquid. It was the fruit of his labor after his first shot, the first time he easily hit the bridge of someone's nose. --- when he threw his punch, his opponent didn't dodge at all, his eyes didn't blink, and he followed in the same way, in the same part of his color.

Lao Hu forgot what the power of his punch was at that time, but he clearly remembered that the time he was hit, the force was extremely violent, and after he was hit, he had at least a second or two after he was hit, and he completely lost his senses.

Then, the confused old Hu, purely relying on the instinct of years of training, avoided one slam after another. Of course, the opponent's tricks, which are purely at the level of third-rate street fighting, also helped him a lot.

However, experience is not omnipotent, and instinct is not invincible, except for the one on the bridge of his nose, like Brother Yang, in just ten seconds, Lao Hu was hit several times.

It's quite a helpless thing to do. If a notary stood at the scene, even if he didn't bribe, he would definitely not think that Brother Yang was old and useless, and Lao Hu's skills were not perfect, in fact, Brother Yang and Lao Hu's movements were very sharp and very exciting.

It's just that their opponents are three monsters who don't have the feeling of "pain and injury" at all, and they don't know how to "dodge and resist" at all.

These three monsters, there are only two things they will do: one is to resist stubbornly and smash three hollow bricks at the same time, hitting the armpits, heart, ****, liver and other key parts again and again; The second is to use lightning speed, strong and boundless strength, punches and kicks, and perform all kinds of clumsy street brawl actions.

These are two very scary things.

It is conceivable that if someone does not dodge and resist at all, and is not afraid of any pain at all, then in the fighting skills, almost all the skills related to luring the enemy, imaginary and real, etc., will completely lose their effectiveness.

Similarly, if someone does not have a definite move at all, but is extremely fast and powerful, then almost all the footwork and skills related to anticipating in advance and avoiding blows in the fighting skills will completely lose their meaning.

It's easy to understand that if a fighter is involved in a fight and finds that his opponent has any of these two characteristics, he will definitely feel very headaches, quite tricky, or even overwhelmed.

And if he finds that his opponent has both, then ......

Then, his fate will probably not be more wonderful than Lao La's exquisite and skilled skills, but at the same time, Brother Yang and Lao Hu who have a blue nose and swollen eyes and broken clothes.

A few hours ago, it was a monster that couldn't even see its movements; Now, it's three brutes who don't even need to move!

What the hell is going on in this ******!

Under infinite grief and indignation, Lao Hu swallowed a mouthful of saliva mixed with fishy bitterness, and for a certain moment, he hoped that this was ****** last breath.

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