The minotaur roared incessantly, and his fists rained down frequently.

Hong Qingling was also roaring, although the speed of his punches was far slower than that of the Minotaur, but the essence of the five-shaped fist allowed him to take into account the perfect balance between strength and skill, and completely achieve the last strike and the first to come!

So even though the Minotaur's fist smashed down wildly, so fast that only the remnants of the Dao broke through the air, he still blocked these attacks one by one.

What is Martial Arts?

In fact, martial arts is the skill of fighting and the experience of fighting!

Since ancient times, humans have struggled with beasts of prey for survival. In the age of cold weapons, humans became the masters of the earth, and then started wars and killings with humans themselves. In the midst of such a long history of warfare, intelligent human beings began to sum up their own war skills and combat experience.

They summarized and refined these skills and experiences, and then wrote books and passed them on to future generations, and on this basis, later generations continued to accumulate experience, record skills, and then continue to pass them on to future generations.

The ancestors of mankind, in this way, accumulated from generation to generation, summarized from generation to generation, turned all skills and experience into routines, condensed the essence, and finally formed martial arts.

Therefore, real martial arts are not showmanship, real martial arts are not even gymnastics used to strengthen the body, real martial arts are killing skills!

Moreover, among the human beings on earth, each nation has its own school of martial arts. The Chinese, as one of the oldest races on the earth and the most prosperous ancient empire in the past, the spread of Chinese martial arts is not only self-contained, but also broad and profound.

It's a pity that it has been passed down to modern times, and the real martial arts and real killing skills have basically been lost. After all, the era of cold weapons has long passed, and martial arts, as a killing technique, have gradually come to the brink of being eliminated. The real martial arts that kill people declined, but the gymnastic martial arts that strengthened the body began to gain popularity.

I'm afraid that human beings themselves did not expect that the advent of the apocalyptic era would make the martial art of killing once again their treasure.

Everyone is trying to dig up something in the treasure of martial arts, but unfortunately there are too many lost martial arts, and there are not many things that can be dug up again.

In fact, Qin Duan also knows martial arts in a sense, even if he is not taught, even if no one teaches him, but after thirty years of experience and accumulation of struggling to survive, countless life-and-death battles and escapes, he has long been self-taught about the skills and abilities of fighting. Moreover, after the end of the world, martial arts routines became very popular, and every survivor had learned some, so Qin Duan could be regarded as a rough martial artist.

However, the experience of 30 years is really not enough compared with the 5,000-year war history of the Chinese ancestors. Moreover, most of the martial arts that circulated in the last days are extremely ordinary routines, which belong to the big road goods that everyone knows. After Qin Dui was reborn, of course he couldn't be satisfied with this. So Qin Duan found Hong Qingling and wanted to learn the true martial arts.

And at this moment, the power of the true transmission of martial arts is vividly reflected in Hong Qingling's body.

Qin Duan stood to the side, watching the battle between Hong Qingling and the Minotaur, his eyes suddenly lit up.

The Minotaur's fist speed is indeed terrifying, even Qin Dui may be very uncomfortable in the face of such an attack speed, and Hong Qingling can still struggle to support it under such a fierce attack, this is completely the strength of the skill.

The bullaur's fist bounced off Hong Qingling, the white-collar man was bounced off, and the stick that stabbed him in the thigh was also bounced off. The minotaur roared wildly and raised his foot to kick, but was directly hit by a dragon-shaped claw of Hong Qingling's waist, and the air exploded, and the huge force knocked the minotaur back more than three or four steps at once.

As soon as the minotaur retreated, his raised foot suddenly fell into the air. And Hong Qingling immediately rushed to follow, clinging to the Minotaur's body, and the Tiger Fist kept beating the Minotaur's armor. The white-collar man also hurried to follow, and the red stick in his hand did not relax at all, still stubbornly on the minotaur's body.

The scorching energy kept corroding and incinerating, and black smoke kept coming out of the place where the red stick had been poking. The armor of the Minotaur is tough, but it still has a limit. The scorching energy kept melting, and it kept going deeper, and the stick gradually stabbed deeper and deeper, and slowly inserted into the Minotaur's body.

The terrible cow bark suddenly sounded.

The crimson stick "clicked", as if piercing through a protective film, and directly stabbed into the Minotaur's body.

The armor is pierced!

The minotaur let out a painful howl, but the white-collar man saw an opportunity. He grabbed the stick hard, and then stirred it up like crazy, and the stick was stuck in the thigh of the minotaur, directly stirring its flesh and bones.

Pain, great pain made the minotaur go crazy.

The huge body of the minotaur was like a tank, crushing the bodies of Hong Qingling and white-collar men with all his might.

Hong Qingling's face changed, but he still gritted his teeth and pushed it up. The white-collar man has found an opportunity, and at this time he must not relax, let alone retreat.

The fist was like the wind, and the Minotaur attack poured out frantically, again and again. Hong Qingling could only grit his teeth and struggle to support. One punch bounced open, two punches bounced open, and three punches, four punches, and five punches were also blocked. The speed of the minotaur is getting faster and faster, and the more Hong Qingling fights, the more he is in a hurry, the speed of the minotaur is too fast, and he can no longer keep up.

One punch bounced off, there was no time to catch his breath, the second punch arrived again, and after this bounce off, don't even think about it, the third punch is here again!

Hong Qingling didn't even have time to think about it, so he could only resist one punch after another.

There was no time to think about it, too late to deal with it, in the face of the angry and furious attack of the Minotaur, Hong Qingling could only rely on instinct to resist.

And the white-collar man had a white face, gritted his teeth, and stabbed the stick in his hand harder.

"Yes! OK! I'm blocking it, and you're going to kill it. Hong Qingling yelled.

"I scrapped one of its feet, no matter how fierce it is, it has to kneel." The white-collar man also screamed.

If they were really allowed to drag the minotaur like this, maybe one of the minotaurs' legs might really be abolished by the two of them. And the minotaur lost a leg, and his combat effectiveness would be reduced by at least more than half, so the chance of victory might fall into the hands of the two of them.

Therefore, Hong Qingling and white-collar men have put on a posture of preferring to die rather than retreat.

It's a pity that they also underestimate the minotaur too much.

The crazy attack of the minotaur made both Hong Qingling and white-collar men exhausted, they couldn't even think of anything else, and there was only one obsession in their hearts to resist. But the frenzied attack suddenly disappeared, and even the stick that had been stuck in the thigh of the minotaur to make trouble was suddenly light, and it lost its target. The white-collar man suddenly stumbled to the ground, and the whole person was blindfolded, and he couldn't even find the minotaur anywhere.

The exhausted Hong Qingling was also dumbfounded, but he could at least see where the minotaur was, so he raised his head in amazement.

"In the sky, it jumped." Hong Qingling screamed with all his heart and gall.

The power of the minotaur was very great, so with a full jump, it suddenly let its huge four-meter-tall body directly soar about three or four meters.

It finally got rid of the stick that white-collar men hated, and it was like a huge meteorite that was like a huge meteorite, smashing down directly from the air. Hong Qingling had just shouted, and the Tashan-like attack of the Minotaur had arrived.

The white-collar man was already stupid, and he didn't even have time to dodge, it was still Hong Qingling, he tore away the white-collar man with all his strength, rolled back, and threw himself to the side with all his strength.

Boom, the whole mall shook.

Hong Qingling barely dodged the smash, but before he had time to rejoice, he found that the roof had collapsed!

The weight brought by the huge body, the terrifying destructive power brought by the terrifying power, the Minotaur jumped, and fell directly to the ground on the rooftop. Then the concrete floor was torn apart, the steel bars were all smashed, and the cement was shattered into countless stones and stones, which were directly knocked away by the huge force.

In the midst of the dust, the ground was directly shattered, and the ground suddenly collapsed and shattered, and was directly smashed out of a big hole by the minotaur.

The Minotaur smashed it and fell directly into the third floor.

And Hong Qingling and the white-collar man were too close, so they didn't have time to dodge at all. They could only let out a brief exclamation, and then they followed the minotaur from the rooftop to the third floor.

Boom!

The minotaur fell to the ground on the third floor, and suddenly slammed into the entire building. The cement floor on the third floor suddenly had countless cracks, and it was estimated that it couldn't stop the minotaur for too long.

As soon as the minotaur landed, a punch was thrown out, directly knocking the white-collar man who was still in his hair away.

Although the talent of the white-collar man is high, after all, he lacks experience and skills, which suddenly made the minotaur seize the opportunity and be punched away. When the person was still in the air, he had already spit out several mouthfuls of blood one after another, staining the scarlet all the way. The whole person turned into an afterimage, and it smashed into the wall with a bang. Suddenly, the bricks scattered, the entire wall collapsed into a pile of ruins, and countless rubbles fell one after another, directly burying the white-collar man inside.

Hong Qingling didn't show such a fatal flaw, but without the white-collar man and his red stick, Hong Qingling suddenly lost his advantage.

Attack, attack!

The minotaur stared at the red bull's eyes, ignored Hong Qingling's attack, and threw himself into the attack with all his might.

The minotaur finally forced Hong Qingling into a desperate situation, and a giant foot kicked him, and finally kicked him hard.

It's like being hit head-on by a Mercedes-Benz truck, and suddenly all the bones are falling apart. The surrounding landscape dissolves into nothingness and reverses wildly. Until the huge pain behind him came violently, Hong Qingling couldn't hold back the huge pain in his chest anymore and spit out a big mouthful of blood.

The minotaur still didn't let him go, it leaned down its huge body four meters high, squeezed into the floor about three meters or so, and the huge body chased after it all the way with the momentum of destroying everything.

Die!

At this moment, Hong Qingling tasted the taste of death, if Qin Duan hadn't fallen from the sky.

The minotaur was about to punch again, to directly beat Hong Qingling, who was sticking to the wall, into a meatloaf, but outside the hole on the rooftop, Qin Duan suddenly jumped down.

From top to bottom, Miao Dao turned into a silver moon and descended from the sky.

The sword light was incomparable, and with an indomitable momentum, it slashed into the eyes of the minotaur. The minotaur roared, and he didn't care about killing Hong Qingling, so he threw a bull's horn over, trying to stab Qin Dui in the air. But Qin Duan actually twisted in the air, and the Miao knife hit the horns of the cow, and then took advantage of the falling momentum, and the Miao knife that rubbed the horns continued to stab the bull's eye!

Amazing!

The good timing, the accuracy of the sword, and the ruthlessness of the enemy cannot describe the demeanor of this knife.

In the eyes of a martial arts master like Hong Qingling, this knife is amazing, as if it is imprinted in his heart.

The minotaur screamed, the blade glancing through the blood, casting a blinding red across its bull's face.