Chapter 291: Two Hundred and Ninety-One Fight with the Dragon

Long Teng was furious. 【】

The whole person was boiling.

He never thought that he would be played by a bronze city lord like this, and the patience that he had easily cultivated with a smile couple in the past few years had disappeared.

Long Teng roared a tiger, his horse swayed under his feet, and he rushed up again with a hideous stride.

Without patience, what is revealed is the most instinctive and violent side of Longteng.

Deep down, he became calmer and calmer.

Starting from a common man who was not well fed, clothed, and oppressed from time to time, Long Teng brought two or three brothers to rise up in order to resist his unbearable fate.

He has gone through unimaginable difficulties to get to where he is today, how could he lose?

His eyes were staring at Yang Hu's light and leaping figure, and Long Teng made a move.

The two iron fists swung at Yang Hu five meters away, like a meteor falling from the sky, and before the iron fist was close, a whimpering and terrible sound of breaking the air suddenly exploded in the field.

The terrifying sound waves vibrated in the air, and the majestic power above the iron fist also shrouded Yang Hu.

Yang Hu only felt that the air around him was tight, and his body seemed to be wrapped in an invisible barrier, and his light and vertical steps, under the strong wind brought by the Dragon Teng Iron Fist, seemed to fall into a quagmire and began to stiffen.

Yang Hu let out a strange laugh: "That's right, you can see through my attack so quickly." ”

In addition to the ferocious burst of power, boxing is all about relying on flexible pace to advance and retreat, contain the enemy, bring the enemy into its own rhythm, and launch deadly ferocious attacks to knock down the enemy.

Long Teng and Yang Hu just made a few tentative attacks, and they saw through the mystery, which shows that his force value is not in vain.

Listening to Yang Hu's sarcasm, Long Teng snorted coldly: "I think you still have any ability?"

Yang Hu's body shape was blocked by him with his fist wind, making it difficult for him to move quickly and exert that strange move.

What else does a Bronze City Lord have to fight against himself?

Long Teng stepped closer, the earth and rocks under his feet exploded and rushed towards Yang Hu, and the shoulder-high iron fist swung out four times as fast as lightning, sweeping the dust and mud all over the field and rolling towards Yang Hu.

In the face of Longteng's blockade, Yang Hu smiled strangely, he put down the defensive posture of boxing, divided his left and right hands, held his legs and knees, lifted his left foot and stepped down.

The strength of the dragon Teng's attack wrapped in mud and sand stagnated, and Yang Hu's right foot also rose and fell fiercely.

touch

With a loud bang, the power created by Long Teng's kick and four punches was disintegrated under Yang Hu's strange posture.

Under Qingcheng's smile and Zhao Qingtian's surprised gaze, Yang Hu disintegrated the Dragon Teng offensive under the fierce stomp of his left and right feet, and his body was attached downward, his fists supported the ground, and his buttocks were raised high.

Put on a weird posture that they couldn't understand and had never seen before.

Long Teng squinted, and secretly said in his heart that this kid is full of strange tricks, and it is not easy to deal with. Be careful.

Sumo wrestling skills, in Yang Hu's opinion, are the best skills to deal with Longteng.

It can be seen from the attack just now that the dragon Teng, who threw away the horse slashing sword, is biased towards hand-to-hand combat.

their own combat effectiveness, with him

's combat power is enough to have one

A hundred and fifty point gap.

Yang Hu will not underestimate this 150-point gap, and he takes it very seriously.

Long Teng is not a master like Huyan Yuanshan, and he can achieve the strength of his moves freely.

Under the combat power of Long Teng, fighting against it may be defeated by the opponent's violent force at any time.

Sumo wrestling has a solid lower board support, which conforms to the foundation of Longteng's desire to block his actions.

The terrifying power of the pusher can burst out with extraordinary power in an instant to fight against it.

Of course, this is Yang Hu wants to play and subdue Long Teng, otherwise he has more means to deal with Long Teng.

There are not many generals who can get it in Lincheng now, and the combat effectiveness of Longteng up to seven hundred is not bad, and Yang Hu also likes the character of the person.

Longteng's data has been analyzed by the city system.

Yang Hu wanted to subdue this stubborn Black Iron City Lord.

The power of the dragon elephant in Long Teng's body was running wildly, and the majestic power continued to surge to all corners of his body.

In the face of Yang Hu's strange moves, he did not rush to attack, but cautiously strode closer

The power of the majestic dragon elephant had already made Long Teng's arms as solid as mixed iron, and the converging power in his arms was waiting for an opportunity to tear Yang Hu apart.

Long Teng's burly figure was close to Yang Hu, and the iron fist then attacked and smashed into Yang Hu, who was lying on the ground and looking up at his strange smile.

As before, Long Teng's fierce fist style was wanton, sealing Yang Hu's opportunity to move and dodge almost instantly.

Two iron fists went straight to Yang Hu.

Qingchen smiled and frowned, he knew Long Teng's strength very well, and Yang Hu's situation was not good.

This guy is weird, he brought his son here, flattered his wife, and belittled himself, and now his wife really likes his child, and he can't let anything happen

was belittled, and he had to save that guy's life, Qingchen smiled and was full of discomfort, and his mouth was more like eating a few maggots.

With a smile, the city lord looked at Zhao Qingtian next to him, and said lightly, "Aren't you worried about your master at all?"

Zhao Qingtian, who was standing as straight as a javelin, suddenly lifted his spear...... Resist to his shoulder and said lightly: "It's just a black iron city lord, and the city lord has no problem dealing with him." ”

Long Teng's powerful iron fist collided with Yang Hu's palm, and the majestic power still gushed out.

His iron fist had already slid to the side under Yang Hu's strange send-off, and with just such a pusher, it emitted such a power, Long Teng's heart was shocked.

The offensive continued unabated.

Long Teng's burly figure was driven by Yang Hu's pushing hand, and suddenly his arms opened and closed sharply, and the windmill generally turned and smashed his head and face at Yang Hu.

Martial arts, especially life-threatening martial arts, are not the slightest bit gorgeous to speak of, but more barbaric and cruel.

Long Teng's body rotated rapidly, like a windmill, he swung his arms and smashed at Yang Hu, which was ugly and not handsome.

However, the terrifying power of the dragon's up to seven hundred combat power was released from him, but it brought a force of destruction.

As if carrying 10,000 catties on his back, Long Teng fell in one step and the earth and stones flew over, and the sand and gravel were mixed with the strong wind brought by his strength, and with the power of rotation, they crackled and shot towards Yang Hu.

The five-meter range around Yang Hu was all shrouded in it.

In the face of Long Teng's fierce attack, Yang Hu liked this man more and more in his heart.

Quick-witted, sharp, perceptive, fierce and flexible. These words can be put on Long Teng's body to describe him.

From the beginning of the battle, Long Teng showed a strong strength that surpassed the low-level soldiers, and Yang Hu wanted such a general.

In the face of the crazy attack, Yang Hu's eyes flashed, his hands supporting the ground were slowly raised, and his palms with five fingers together were pushed out frantically when he was shoulder-to-shoulder.

Long Teng, a city lord, Zhao Qingtian looked at him with shock, and a handprint that was constantly magnifying flew all over the sky.

Long Teng met the palm prints flying in the sky, raised a long roar that shook the sky, and rushed up with crazy laughter.

That brave might, Yang Hu also looked sideways