Because of the prosperity of martial arts in Huaxia, there are constant fights between warriors, and it is possible to be disabled or even fatal if they disagree. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info And the ability of the martial artist is far beyond ordinary people, and it is not at all an ordinary police agency that can be limited. That's why there was a martial arts association. In China, the Martial Arts Association is not a non-governmental organization, but a special department equivalent to the state to manage martial artists.

After the establishment of the Martial Arts Association, the order of the entire Chinese martial arts world has indeed improved, and there are very few cases of martial artists fighting each other and causing deaths on the surface. But whether it is the police department or the martial arts association, there is naturally no way to control those martial artists who are secretly attacking. There are even some martial artists who are tempted by money to become killers directly, and they are about to kill people with their moves, and even the martial arts association is extremely troublesome for such martial artists.

And at this moment, Wang Chen seemed to be facing a martial artist who had become a killer. But Wang Chen was not afraid, he stepped forward, his whole body was full of momentum, and he stared coldly at the middle-aged man in front of him who looked quite gentle, with a resolute look in his eyes. He knew that in the face of such a person, it was useless to talk too much. Since he was hired for his own life, there can only be two endings: either he will kill him, or he will kill him!

"Well, you don't seem surprised!" the middle-aged man said calmly, "I'm taking people's money and fighting people's disasters." However, since you are a martial arts person, I will not be a secret killer, and I want to tell you that it was Tong Guangnian, a martial arts genius who was once famous in Jiangbei City, who bought your life. After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he was full of momentum, and a murderous aura soared into the sky, completely enveloping Ling Feng in an instant.

"It's about the same as I guessed!" Wang Chen secretly said in his heart, "Wu Feng of the Jinhai Group naturally knows that my strength has soared recently, and my winning face in the ring has been greatly reduced, so he naturally has the motive to send someone to kill me!" Wang Chen didn't think much about it, the wind was blowing under his feet, and with a whoosh, he attacked the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man stopped talking, his body suddenly squatted, and his hands made a strange posture, imitating the appearance of a praying mantis. This middle-aged man is an eight-rank martial artist, and his martial arts cultivation is a top existence in the entire Jiangbei City. But he didn't have any fame in Jiangbei at all, he wandered in the dark, killed people like hemp, and had no moral and legal constraints at all.

"Martial artist!" Wang Chen instantly saw the momentum of the middle-aged man, it was a martial artist level who was going to kill him today, but Wang Chen was not surprised at all, because he was now famous, and it was a fantasy for a martial artist below the martial artist to come and kill him, and Tong Guangnian was naturally not a fool.

However, the middle-aged man's name of his employer is also a sign of self-confidence. An eight-rank martial artist, who has trained a strong man with dark energy, wants to kill a first-grade martial artist, it is simply an overwhelming advantage, it can be described as a probing. Therefore, he is not worried about the leakage of this matter at all, because it is impossible for a dead person to leak secrets!

Wang Chen shot directly, not affected by the momentum of the middle-aged man, his body was like electricity, and the "Wind Palm" broke through the air, and the palm shadow shrouded the middle-aged man in an instant. Wang Chen didn't directly hit the first punch of the "Nine Fists of Annihilation", after all, the martial artist's body speed was much stronger than that of the martial disciple, and if he came up and used the first punch, he would have no chance to hit the opponent at all. Therefore, Wang Chen must hide his clumsiness, see the right time, kill with one blow, and fight for a glimmer of life for himself.

The martial artist against the martial artist was originally a life of nine deaths, but Wang Chen was fearless in his heart, and he had no intention of escaping at all, but instead rose to the occasion and took the lead in making a move, which made the middle-aged man slightly stunned. Bang bang, the sound of the "Wind Palm" breaking through the air was like a firecracker exploding, but Ling Feng had eight palms on his face, but his palms hit the air, and he didn't even touch the corners of the middle-aged man's clothes.

"'Wind Palm', hehe, it was also played out by you, but for a martial artist, there is no need to continue such a clumsy martial art!" The middle-aged man's joking voice sounded in Wang Chen's ears.

Whoosh ...... The middle-aged man made a move, and the mantis fist broke through the air, and Wang Chen instantly felt that the sky was full of middle-aged men's fist shadows. It is said that a martial arts master in the Huaxia world has practiced praying mantis boxing all his life, and has practiced boxing to the extreme, and he can punch twenty-three punches in one second, which is simply incredible. However, this is also the characteristic of mantis boxing, which is tricky, fast, and known for its speed. The middle-aged man's mantis boxing was also practiced to a very high level, and he hit more than a dozen punches in just one second, which directly made Wang Chen unavoidable, coupled with the advantage of speed, this move forced Wang Chen to the realm of death.

Wang Chen didn't have time to think at all, his body instinctively retreated, but there was no way to compare with a martial artist in terms of speed, so he could only carry the "Golden Bell Jar" and avoid the vital points of his body on one side.

A tiger roar, followed by two muffled sounds in a row, Wang Chen snorted, his left shoulder was hit twice in a row by a middle-aged martial artist, and his entire arm was instantly like an electric shock, hanging down softly, and he had already lost his offensive ability.

If it weren't for the "Golden Bell Jar" and being hit by that mantis boxing, I am afraid that there would be two blood holes in the entire shoulder, and the left arm would be directly abolished, and there would be no possibility of recovery! However, even so, Wang Chen suffered a big loss in one move, it can be said that he was wandering between life and death, and his reaction was a little slow, and he was already killed at this moment.

"'Golden bell jar'!" the middle-aged man sneered, "Yes, I can actually not die under my full blow, I underestimated you, but I don't know if you can take a few tricks from me!" After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he didn't give Wang Chen a chance to breathe at all, his hands were like electricity, and countless fist shadows shrouded Wang Chen.

And the moment Wang Chen was hit in the left shoulder, his figure retreated, and at this moment he was already three steps away from the middle-aged man, and when he saw the middle-aged man's second move, Wang Chen turned around directly, and ran away.

"I want to run! It's too late now!" The middle-aged man followed him like a shadow, stepping out in one step, directly dissolving the distance between Wang Chen and him, "Die!" The mantis fist didn't give Wang Chen a chance to escape at all.

At this moment, Wang Chen suddenly turned around and punched, the first punch of the "Nine Fists of Destruction of the World" was silent, the right fist was directly attached to the middle-aged man's left fist, and with a click, the middle-aged man's left fist was actually broken in response to Wang Chen's full strength, and even his right fist was about to hit Wang Chen's chest, but also because of the severe pain in the wrist of his left hand, he directly withdrew his hand to block, because Wang Chen broke his left wrist with a punch, and did not stop at all, and then another punch was slammed towards his chest.

There was another crisp sound, and the middle-aged man's right wrist was broken again by Wang Chen's punch. Under the two fists, the middle-aged man's hands were scrapped, and the form was twisted in an instant.

"What kind of martial art is this!" At this moment, the middle-aged man was only frightened, and he didn't even choose to flee, because the huge reversal made it difficult for him to believe the facts in front of him.

Wang Chen didn't speak, punched him again, hit his chest hard, and with a bang, the middle-aged man was suddenly knocked out and landed on the ground four or five meters away, opening his mouth slightly, even the blood was surging, but he couldn't even speak!