“...... Hey, there's no regret. Ning Le looked at the cold young man vigilantly, and his heart was thinking again.

If this thing is ready to fight again with a gun, then the young master will not accompany him. Anyway, now that he's injured, it shouldn't be so easy to catch up again-

“...... Hum. The cold young man just snorted lightly, and then rushed forward again with his fist. Obviously, he was quite disdainful of Ning Le's belief that he would backtrack.

Do you need it?

Besides, you think everyone is as cheeky as you?!

Seeing this, Ning Le laughed dryly twice, but his hands were still not idle. As the so-called fist comes to the palm block, as long as you figure out the opponent's routine, its threat will be greatly reduced-

Oops?

As soon as they touched each other again, Ning Le suddenly sensed that something was wrong.

He looked at the grim young man with some astonishment. But before he could react further, another punch whistled.

Got faster?

Ning Le was secretly startled, hurriedly changed his tactics to deal with it, and his fists collided again.

With a muffled sound, Ning Le only felt that his palms and wrists were numb, and he had to take half a step back.

The strength has also become stronger?!

Ning Le was surprised inexplicably, could it be that this product was still reserved before?

Is there any heavenly reason? This is too strong!

However, the cold young man is unforgiving, how can he ignore Ning Le's thoughts. One punch after another, the speed is getting faster and faster, and the power contained in the fist is also rising.

For a while, Ning Le was clumsy, and he had no power to fight back.

Cold sweat came out in a swoop.

The reason why Ning Le can play slowly and quickly, and dial a thousand catties in four or two, the biggest reliance is the perfect rhythm of dismantling. As long as the opponent is trapped in his own rhythm, he will be strong to the sky, and there is no room for him to exert himself, so he can only be played to death by Ning Le aggrievedly.

But now, the cold young man relied on faster and stronger punches to forcibly tear Ning Le's rhythm. As soon as his attack net was formed, Ning Le's rhythm was completely shattered, and then he would fall into the opponent's rhythm.

It doesn't make sense!

Ning Le's heart was inexplicably abnormal. If this son is really so strong, then it should be a one-sided crushing situation from the beginning, how can he let Xiao Ye have an advantage for a while?

Could it be that this thing is also a master who can't play without residual blood?

Ning Le quickly thought about countermeasures in his mind, and turned his head to avoid a punch. But in the next moment, the figure of the cold young man suddenly approached like a ghost, and the fist wind brought by the previous punch had not yet dissipated, and another punch actually came one after another, and it hit Ning Le's chest firmly!

Ning Le's throat was sweet, and he spurted blood and flew out.

The cold young man did not pursue again, but came to stand still in front of Ning Le, coldly staring at the opponent who fell to the ground.

Ning Le reluctantly raised his eyes to take a look, and couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart. Although the cold young man did not continue to attack, looking at his body and posture, he was still guarding against Ning Le, and at the same time, his position also sealed Ning Le's retreat to death, not giving him the slightest chance to escape.

"Surrender, or continue. The cold young man looked at Ning Le expressionlessly, "Then he was beaten even worse." ”

Ning Le vomited blood.

Why does Master think this line is a little familiar?

"Heh......" Ning Le stood up strongly, the corners of his mouth twitched and squeezed out a smile, "Master still thinks you are so upright...... I didn't expect to be able to think of such a dirty routine as marksmanship with my fists. ”

A trace of surprise flashed in the eyes of the cold young man, and he quickly regained his indifference: "...... I saw how it was, it was too late. ”

Ning Le didn't speak, just wiped a handful of blood stains from the corners of his mouth, but his body suddenly moved again.

Yes, the reason why the cold young man was able to punch faster and faster and gradually increase his strength was actually just using his own fists as a gun.

Punching with both fists imitating the way of picking a spear flower is more rapid than ordinary punches, and the strength is also like his marksmanship, slowly accumulating power in one attack after another.

This is a stunt he has been practicing for many years.

However, there is a limit to manpower. This kind of attack method of forcibly breaking through the shackles of the body, even if there is targeted exercise on weekdays, how can it avoid bringing a huge load to the body?

When Ning Le was forced to defend with all his might, he found that the cold young man's attacks were like a violent storm, one after another, but his breath was gradually rapid, and by the end it was clearly audible. Obviously, it will not be easy for him to maintain such an offensive.

Moreover, most of the boxing techniques on the mainland are fought with the outer protection of fists with Yan armor or Yan spiritual power. However, when the cold young man did not have the advantage of Yan spiritual power, he still chose to let Yan Ling power fill his entire arms to launch an attack with extreme luxury.

If you continue to fight like this, if you can't defeat your opponent in a short period of time, you don't have to wait until your Yan Spirit Power is exhausted, just because the circulation of your own Yan Spirit Power is unbalanced, it will expose the flaws in the attack and defense of the cold young man.

All these things are contrary to common sense, and Ning Le finally saw the clues.

Seeing that Ning Le was attacking again, the cold young man was not ambiguous, and greeted him unhurriedly. But the two were just about to engage in hand-to-hand combat, but Ning Le unexpectedly twisted around, avoiding the cold young man and came to his other side.

The latter was unmoved, and took half a step forward and pasted it towards Ning Le, and his fists quickly changed his moves, and smashed towards Ning Le again. Seeing this, Ning Le no longer waved his palms to greet him, but twisted his body again, and rolled out on the spot.

Want to escape? The cold young man raised his eyebrows and chased straight after him, tearing through the air with an old fist, and it came in an instant. All along, he would rather fight with Ning Le than rush forward, in order not to give his opponent a chance to escape. Now seeing that Ning Le seems to want to run away, how can he let it go easily.

Ning Le didn't dare to ignore the punch that came after him, turned around and used his palms to dissolve it, but he didn't fight back, but took advantage of the strength of the opponent's punch to retreat to the side and back again. Seeing that Ning Le had made up his mind to escape, the cold young man continued to pursue without saying a word, never giving Ning Le a chance to escape.

The two escaped one by one and chased after each other, entangled endlessly. Ning Le jumped up and down, using all his might, but he was never able to get rid of the opponent's pursuit. If there were others on the side at this moment, he would only see Ning Le being chased and killed by the cold young man rolling all over the ground, and he had no power to fight back, which was really embarrassing.

However, there was a hint of something bad in the heart of the cold young man.

Although Ning Le was embarrassed, he was not harmed by any substance. I chased him harder and harder, but I was never able to push him into a corner. If it goes on like this, I'm afraid that before I can take it down, my spiritual power will be exhausted first.

Thinking of this, the cold young man slowly slowed down the pursuit quietly, and the gap between the two loosened slightly, but it did not reach the point where he would let Ning Le go.

Even so, Ning Le still failed to turn on the offensive. He couldn't even get out of his opponent's pursuit. Because of his rhythm, he also slowed down with the cold youth.

He couldn't hold on anymore?

Indeed, when it comes to the consumption of Yan spiritual power, he is naturally a lot higher than Ning Le. But Ning Le, who had been clumsily tired of dealing with himself, didn't seem to notice it at all after he slowed down his offensive, afraid that he was already exhausted, and now he was just resisting mechanically with his will.

In this case, instead of giving Ning Le a chance to breathe, it is better to put the last straw that crushed the camel in one go!

The cold young man's eyes flashed, and his fists suddenly accelerated. Ning Le was overwhelmed, and was knocked back several steps in a row, and finally accidentally lost his strength under his feet and fell to the ground.

How could the cold young man let go of such a good opportunity to make a final decision, and smashed Ning Le with a fierce punch with the momentum of the Milky Way. If this punch is smashed, there is no reason why Ning Le can still stand up.

However, just when his fist was only half a foot away from Ning Le, the cold young man's whole body froze suddenly.