But Zhao Zhanlong's technique was not to cut Han Yi's brain and neck, but to cut a punch at him.

Han Yi seemed to feel the bloody aura on Zhao Zhanlong's hand, as if his arm was a guillotine knife, and countless blood had gathered on it, condensing and surging to the sky.

"If it's really the boxing champion of the underground black boxing, just this hand, the understatement of hand cutting, actually has a pungent bloody aura!"

Han Yi's eyes were solemn, knowing that if his arm was cut, he would be abolished immediately, and Zhao Zhanlong's hand cut, although it was not a knife and iron chainsaw, was several times stronger than a knife and iron.

Han Yi's arm shook, like a smoothbore cannon, his arm rushed forward, and he advanced again, taking half a step on the Zhonggong line, half a step to collapse his fist and add horizontal fist strength, and he hit in a row!

Phew······

The wind suddenly rose between the two, and Zhao Zhanlong's hand knife slashed at Han Yi's arm at once, but it was like a steel pipe that swept through oil, and even a trace of sparks did not burst out, but was bounced away.

What does a knife slash look like on a tire on the move, and what does it look like at this moment······

Zhao Zhanlong's hand cut, the speed of the shot, the speed of the response, is definitely after a hundred battles, there will be such a natural instinctive reaction when encountering the enemy.

But it's a pity that Han Yi's half-step collapse fist added horizontal punch strength, pushing forward and pulling back, and under the breath infusion, raising his hands and feet is like being washed into a tire with strong horizontal pressure, which can collapse everything.

The wind was howling, and the ground was turbulent, Zhao Zhanlong seemed to feel that the air in front of him was instantly squeezed clean by the collapse fist that Han Yi played, and the qi wave instantly collapsed, and dozens of fist shadows bloomed in front of him, as clear as lotus leaf petals.

Zhao Zhanlong suddenly shrunk his chest and inhaled, as if he wanted to suck back the air that was beaten away by Han Yibang's punch, and then his elbow joint shook, driving his forearm to tremble, his fingers burst into fists, and a breath spewed out, like a sword light in the dark night, fleeting, but it shot straight at Han Yi's face.

The jets, and the fists were struck, like a torrential rain, covering the ground in an instant.

Han Yi's neck shrank, like a chicken shrinking its neck, and he avoided his strength.

His body instantly lowered one level, but his serial collapse fist was even more powerful, and as soon as he squatted down and shrunk his neck, he added cannon strength to the collapse fist.

Boom Boom······

The fists of the two collided together as if they exploded in an instant, and the sound of clattering was endless, like a stone crusher collecting stones, clicking and clicking.

Han Yi and Zhao Zhanlong collided with more than a dozen punches, and without hesitation, as soon as he inhaled again, his whole body breath boiled, and his muscles and muscles were like twisted little snakes, rolling on Han Yi's fur, and the dantian qi jumped at the same time, and his heart was beating several times faster in an instant.

Boom!

With a thunderous roar, Han Yi's hair stood on end, and after a dozen consecutive punches collided, the dark energy of the punch was mixed with the Ming Jingang fist.

Boom!

A muffled sound like a drum exploded between the two, and sure enough, Zhao Zhanlong hit Han Yi's dark energy, and his whole body trembled, as if he was shocked by electricity, and the pores of his whole body opened, and a burst of white gas evaporated from him.

Zhao Zhanlong's pores opened and closed, and his strength was like a dam to discharge floodwater, and Han Yi took the lead.

He took advantage of the victory to pursue, and his five fingers opened in the air, as if inserted into the unreachable bright moon, and then together, when the air was photographed, as if he had caught the moon in his hand, and photographed it together, like a meteor falling, covering Zhao Zhanlong's head.

People kill the machine, the world repeats!

Zhao Zhanlong didn't expect that as soon as he came into contact with Han Yi, he fell into a disadvantage, and he was about to lose with one move.

Han Yi slapped his palm, as if there was a kind of magic power, making him feel the earth under his feet vibrating, like an earth dragon turning over, shaking non-stop, and he also felt the incomparably strong coercion falling from the top of his head, as if Mount Tai collapsed in front of him, even if he was murderous and killed hundreds of boxers in the underground black fist, at this moment, under the palm of Han Yi's power of heaven and earth, a huge fear was born from his heart.

The onlookers also exclaimed, and even some people involuntarily retreated, and they were also affected by Han Yi's palm from a long distance, and when they reacted, they blushed.

Fang Bing, the captain of the sword brigade who came to watch next to him, burst out with an astonishing light in his eyes, "The gods and forms are one, and they move like ghosts and gods! No, such a young man can't say anything to get him out of the wolf cub!"

But Zhao Zhanlong is the king of black boxing, and he is also a master of practicing dark strength, and even dark strength kung fu is stronger than Han Yi, Han Yi has just practiced to his hands, and Zhao Zhanlong has already practiced his hands, feet and limbs.

Now Zhao Zhanlong can't retreat, the energy of his whole body is instantly concentrated, his throat is strong, he inhales violently, and his mouth opens, just like a dragon absorbing water.

Everyone present seemed to hear the vacuum cleaner turn on the electric switch, the air between the two of them was instantly whistling into the wind and was evacuated, Zhao Zhanlong's pores instantly closed and exploded, his body seemed to swell, his hands were closed in front of his chest, his body was half-kneeling, and he turned his palm upward, his mind was full of energy, and he was like a needle, and the general received the edict!

Whimsy!

"What a change!"

Special operations captain Fang Bing's eyes lit up, even if he was a master of transformation, he couldn't help but applaud for the change in Zhao Zhanlong's move.

See kung fu in the subtleties, this is the martial arts realm that the underground boxing king has been tempered thousands of, and his cultivation has reached the point where he can be transformed at will, and the gathering of strength is only an instantaneous thing.

The general received the edict and got the emperor's permission, and the next step was naturally to sacrifice the three armies, fight against the rebels, and wave the sword to ambush millions of corpses.

Han Yi's eyes moved, and he told Zhao Zhanlong straightforwardly: "The emperor is under your authority in the world, my fist is taken from the moon and from the Immortal Palace, see if you can catch it!"

Bang!

As if thunder, the heavens and the earth shook, and the bomb exploded, the smoke and dust of the explosion dispersed, and the onlookers felt that their ears were constantly buzzing, like a thunderbolt exploding in their ears, and they couldn't help but shake their heads, and some people were afraid, is this still a fist made by people? Thinking that it was so uncomfortable at such a long distance, what happened to Zhao Zhanlong, who had taken this punch, and hurriedly looked at the field.

When the smoke and dust dissipated, I saw that Zhao Zhanlong was still half-kneeling on the ground, his face was red as if he was dyed with blood, the big tendons on his neck jumped up, his blood vessels bulged as if they were about to burst, his teeth clicked, and the originally neat Zhongshan suit on his body was also cut by the strength of countless wounds, hanging on him in strips of cloth.

is really worthy of being a boxing champion, and he actually blocked such a punch that is not like a human boxing technique.

As soon as someone thought like this, they saw blood flowing from Zhao Zhanlong's nose, ears, and mouth.

Under one punch, the five holes bleed!

Han Yi was moving forward, his body moving like a mountain, carrying great strength, and he raised his hand again, and it was another punch.

With the wave of Han Yi's fist, the air exploded, like the heavenly pillar collapsing, and it was about to smash Zhao Zhanlong to death in an instant.

But suddenly, Han Yi's body was stunned, and he retreated backwards like a butterfly, which made many people feel stuffy in their chests at this moment.

Someone muttered about the idiom of lifting weights like light.

Han Yi's feet seemed to be windy, and he slid back ten steps in an instant.