Xu Cong, the sky-turning harrier, was short in stature, and was burly and strong in heavy armor, and the two of them faced each other head-on with empty hands and a sword in hand.

"Heh......"

Facing the incoming long sword, Xu Cong's face was full of disdain, and he jumped high in a flash.

While avoiding the long sword, his legs were like whips, and he slammed into the helmet, and even flew with the help of his strength, falling lightly to the ground.

"Peng!"

Fang Zheng leaned sideways, staggering out a few steps before barely steady.

"Huh?"

Xu Cong raised his eyebrows:

"You armor, some doorways!"

His leg just now seemed simple, but in fact, it was so powerful that it could easily kick a pig to death, even through the helmet.

Recovering so quickly is not normal for an ordinary person.

Fang Zheng didn't answer, staring at each other with his sword.

The helmet protects the fragile head, and it is prudent to be the vital point of the human body, so he made people specially add shockproof treatment at the beginning of the design.

When it comes to defense, it's no worse than a cuirass.

You know, a motorcycle rider can protect his head with the force of a crash from a fast-moving car.

A mere kick is far from fatal.

"Interesting!"

Xu Cong's eyes flashed, and his face was not surprised:

"It's really interesting, the better the armor, the better the price, it seems that I am really blessed with a harrier today."

"Huh!"

Before he could finish speaking, he approached closely.

This time, Fang Zheng was prepared, his wrist shook, and he no longer slashed widely, but protected the vital point in a small area and swung the sword flower at the fastest speed.

He is heavily armored, and his defensive power can surpass that of a warrior with three changes in qi and blood.

As long as you protect the vital points, there should be nothing to worry about.

But he obviously underestimated the warriors of the other world.

In the small space, the two figures flashed back and forth, accompanied by a few dull collision sounds, Fang Zhengkou snorted and retreated again and again, but he couldn't even touch the other party's edge.

The Sky Harrier did not take advantage of the victory to pursue, but looked at his sleeve in surprise.

there

A crack is clearly visible.

"Good sword!"

Raising his head, Xu Cong's eyes were shining and his face was excited:

"Just rubbing a little, you can cut through my silk clothes, such a sharp weapon can be called a treasure, Xu almost lost his eyes today."

"This sword is no worse than armor!"

"Haha......"

"Rich!"

The frenzied sky-turning harrier looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, and in an instant, his figure disappeared in place, and the speed was faster than just now.

Fang Zheng's heart sank, and he hurriedly swung his sword.

This time, the heavy sword flower couldn't intercept it.

The sky-turning harrier relied on the speed to approach and leaned on his hands one by one, and he didn't seem to have much strength, and his body of more than two hundred catties left the ground and took off.

"Peng!"

Fangzheng's body smashed through the earthen wall and fell into the inner room, and before he could struggle to get up, he felt his forearms go numb and his five fingers trembled violently.

Meet with!

Really.

Xu Cong used his empty-handed kung fu to snatch the long sword, and with a light wave in his hand, the sword light flashed, and a wooden bench next to him broke silently.

"Short hair, that's it!"

With a sigh of admiration, he looked at Fang Zheng again, swinging his sword to slash.

I thought about it.

He threw his sword aside:

"Whether it's a broken sword or a damaged armor, it's not good, forget it."

Fang Zheng got up, his face gloomy.

"Hoo ......"

Exhaling lightly, he slowly assumed the three-body pose.

When life and death were at stake, it seemed that there was no other way but to fight to the death, and his mind was blank and his strength was condensed.

It's a success!

No wonder Guo naturally said that kung fu is played, not practiced, and only by doing it can it be practiced.

I see!

In an instant, many thoughts swept through my mind, and I actually suppressed the fear and panic in my heart.

"Oh!"

Xu Cong was not in a hurry to make a move, and said with a smile when he saw this:

"It turns out that I have practiced two hands."

"It's a pity!"

Shaking his head, he strode forward.

"Drink!"

Fang Zheng's mouth was low, the ground under his feet shook slightly, and the whole person bounced out like a cannonball, drilling his fist to hit the vital point.

Xingyi boxing master Xue Dian once said that if you want to pounce on your body and hit someone, you will take a fork in the road with your fist, so Xingyi must face your hands directly and not be afraid.

Rushing forward like a tiger, moving hands and feet together is true.

From the three-body style into the five-element fist, the fist is direct and fierce, like a steel file, falling like a hook, and there is a sound of breaking the air when a punch is struck.

In the past month, how many times has he practiced the Five Elements Fist hundreds or thousands of times?

10,000 times has been!

Although he failed to achieve what Guo Tiantian said about practicing boxing to the bones, he was already proficient in his heart, and the splitting cannon collapsed at will.

The sudden outburst also made Xu Cong's eyebrows move slightly, and he subconsciously raised his arms.

"Peng!"

In terms of strength, speed, and even martial arts, Fang Zheng is far inferior to the other party, but he is wearing heavy armor and steel gloves.

A collision, Xu Cong couldn't help but lean back.

Good!

Fang Zheng's eyes lit up, and he took advantage of the situation to rush forward, and without the sword, he gave full play to the advantage of practicing boxing techniques for so many days.

Collapse!

Cannon!

Across!

……

With heavy armor on his body, he doesn't have to defend, he can use his fists to his heart's content, and the steel gloves make his fists so strong that they can break rocks, which is different from the mortal body of the flesh.

Even if it is a martial artist, it is difficult to resist.

"Peng!"

collided again, and the harrier was sweet in his throat, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Look for death!"

With a roar, the body of the sky-turning harrier changed sharply, and his legs spun off the ground and threw out, and in an instant, he kicked more than 20 legs in a row.

The shadow of the legs is heavy, and even a strong wind.

Tempest Legs!

The extreme speed made Fang Zheng too late to react, and subconsciously blocked a few shots, and was broken open by the middle door, and the key was wide open.

"Peng!"

"Pemba!"

The legs of the sky-turning harrier were like whips, landing on Fang Zheng's chest one after another, and the last leg was even more violent, directly pumping Fang Zheng off the ground and flying.

The furious strength even fell on his body through the armor and protective clothing, making his eyes black and almost fainting on the spot.

"Peng!"

The heavy body fell to the ground, and the severe pain followed.

"Ahem......"

Coughing dryly and struggling to get up, Fang Zheng's body staggered, and he pulled out a black stick from under the broken bed board and rushed over again.

It's just that at this time, he is obviously exhausted, his steps are staggering, and his movements are slow.

"Humph!"

The sky-turning harrier caught the stick casually, with a disdainful face:

"Give me a fight, you're still early......"

"Crackle!"

Fang Zheng pressed the switch, and the blue electric light suddenly appeared on the stick, causing the other party's body to twitch and swing, and the voice also changed.

"Huh!"

Flirting with legs!

The steel-clad thighs hit the opponent's crotch to the point.

"Smack!"

The sound of an egg shattering rang out.

The sky-turning harrier has a bowed body, his eyes are bulging, his pupils are bloodshot and clear, and his mouth is open but he can't make a sound, which is a manifestation of extreme pain.

Cannon Fist!

Fang Zheng slid forward, and the strength of more than two hundred catties was gathered in the fist, and the steel fist was used to blast on the opponent's throat.

"Click......"

The sound of bones breaking followed suit.

Rao is like this, the sky-turning harrier actually clenched his teeth and his eyes glared angrily.

"Tell you to stare at!"

Fang Zheng punched out two punches, beat the sky-turning harrier into panda eyes, activated the electric baton again, and took the opportunity to pick up the long sword and pounce on it.

A moment later.

"Whew...... Whoop......"

Fang Zheng put his hands on his knees, and looked at the corpse on the ground with horror in his eyes.

It's a thrilling one.

If it weren't for the Harrier who gave up the long sword, if it wasn't for the other party being too careless, he would be afraid of lying on the ground.

The flesh of the qi and blood warrior is even more incredible, and the broken eggs, the cracked throat bones, and even the electricity that can stun the wild boar still can't completely kill the other party.

"Silly! I didn't expect Lao Tzu to have an electric baton, right? ”

With a soft snort, Fang Zheng struggled to his feet.

After thinking about it, he came to the door and picked up the package that the Harrier had put down, and rummaged through a few more corpses before finding a place to hide.

After a thrilling battle, in a short time, he actually got used to the corpse.

A few hours later.

The sky was bright.

The bandits in the city stopped moving, and people gradually appeared in the ruins.

Fang Zheng was also mixed in the crowd, he was not in a hurry to return to modern society, but curled up and went straight to Sanqingguan.