"What the hell is going on? My finger gun can pierce through steel, even if an iron man shoots through it, how can this Wang Chan have nothing to do? Stand still and not move?"

The initiator of the Siberian training camp, the entire underground world is full of mystery and blood, and the entire Western world is almost the most terrifying person, for the first time in his life, he has sincere doubts about his own strength, and in front of Wang Chan, he only feels that he has suddenly become extremely small. 【Reading.com】

"Unless...... He's really not human, is he a demon, or a god, or a Buddha?"

Yes........................!

Bang bang bang bang ........................!!!

The whole person's spirit collapsed almost instantly, Zhukov screamed strangely in his mouth, and in the next moment, he used all his strength, ability, palms, fingers, fists and legs, like a storm, and hit Wang Chan's heavenly spirit, Yintang, temple, throat, chest, lower abdomen, lower yin and so on in front of him.

Without exception, Wang Chan stood motionless, letting him punch and kick, clapping his palms and fingers, only slapping his body in one breath, and his voice was rotten, like defeating wood. Wang Chan's body seemed to be no longer flesh and blood, and as soon as all external forces touched his body, he was immediately completely discharged.

"Ben Thunder Hand, Thunderbolt Finger ......? It turns out that the scripture in your hand is the "Harvest of the Spring Sutra" snatched from Baiyun Temple, and the posthumous handwriting of Qiu Chuji Zhenren is of the same origin as my withering glory!"

Just when Zhukov was like crazy and kept attacking and kicking at Wang Chan's body, Wang Chan spoke, and suddenly stretched out his hand, stretched out his five fingers, and pressed straight to the top of Zhukov's head.

Zhukov's eyebrows jumped, he didn't notice it well, and he was about to dodge, but as soon as Wang Chan made his move, it seemed that he pressed down gently, but in fact, the speed was incredibly fast, and even his eyesight could barely catch a few shadows.

I only saw that the top of his head was suddenly blood-red, Wang Chan's big hand was up, and the fingers were like red jade carvings, crystal clear, bloody, and between the five fingers, a series of swords like essence spurted out of the fingertips, and when they fell down, they covered a radius of four or five feet, blocking all the sky above his head at once.

Immediately, Zhukov only felt that the top of his head sank suddenly, as if he was being pressed by a big mountain, and the whole person couldn't help but bend down. With another loud shout, Zhukov gritted his teeth and straightened his waist, but he might as well be soft under his feet, and the whole person was slapped by Wang Chan and pressed into the ground under his feet, more than two feet deep.

Zhukov was originally thin and withered, no more than five feet tall, and looked like a big horse monkey, but now he was pressed half of it under the ground by Wang Chan, and suddenly only the upper body was still standing as before.

Just now he was still a top master jumping up and down, flashing with electric light, like a monkey making trouble in the sky, but when he turned around, he was pressed into the ground by someone else's hand, just like a farmer planting the land and planting lotus flowers in the water.

How tragic and bizarre it is!

As for Lei Ting, who was standing on the side and watching from afar, she had already been so frightened that her hairs stood on end at this time, her apricot eyes were wide open, her mouth was wide open, and she couldn't speak.

"How is it possible? Wang Chan's Thirteen Taibao Heng Kung Fu can be so strong? This kind of blow force can't break through his defenses? Not afraid of electric shocks?" Lei Ting's eyes flashed wildly, only to see Zhukov being pressed to the ground by Wang Chan like a monkey, waving his hands, constantly smashing the arms above his head, banging, every blow was like a thousand catties of heavy hammer rotating with all his might, the sound was sonorous, as if it was smashed on a large iron bell of several thousand catties, and the shock in his heart had reached an indescribable level.

The Wang Chan she knew was still the Wang Chan when she fought him when she was a blue bird, so she didn't understand what kind of point Wang Chan had reached at this time. Although the news from home and abroad said that Wang Chan was superb, Lei Ting only regarded it as an exaggeration, but she never thought that in this earth-shattering battle, Wang Chan faced Zhukov's attack at all, only took a beating, and waited until the opponent's spirit was about to collapse before he made a slow and logical move, and as soon as he made a move, he pressed the unfathomable Zhukov in his eyes into the ground alive.

Just reaching out and pressing, it is simple, without any change in skill at all, but it gives people an endless violent impact.

After a few days of contact, Lei Ting knows how powerful Zhukov is, otherwise she would not have been dialed a few times, and her kung fu has improved by leaps and bounds in a few days. The strength of this person is almost no worse than his master Ye Tianshi, and his boxing and fighting skills are particularly prominent, Ye Tianshi is not as good as him in this regard, but he is such a top master, standing in front of Wang Chan, but he is like a naughty boy, and he stretched out his hand to distinguish the winner and loser.

Wang Chan didn't seem to bother to fight with his opponent in a serious way at all, standing in place, not moving at all, but Zhukov made a trick in and out, going all out, and the superiority between the two people, as long as they were not blind, anyone could easily tell the difference.

"No wonder Master died at his hands! No wonder Master Uncle never came back after he went to Russia! No wonder this time, the Lin family was like a great enemy, and they deployed all the manpower around me! No wonder my father had to come to Harbin City in person!!

At this time, a huge roar spread far away, which had already attracted the attention of the park management personnel in the distance, and several electric lights shone from afar, and gradually there was a commotion of human voices. At this time, the tourists in the park have all gone, and the night is low, and as soon as the sound here sounds, it immediately spreads out more than ten miles away, like a thunder explosion.

"Wang Chan, don't fight anymore, the Lin family is looking for you all over the world, hurry up and leave with me!

Lei Ting is also everyone in the end, although she still hasn't completely woken up from the extreme shock, but the voice in the distance also made her barely come back to her senses, and she screamed at Wang Chan in the field.

"Let go of my ......!"

Being pressed into the soil by Wang Chan, Zhukov's face was so red that he almost oozed blood on the spot, the ground under his feet was torn apart, the stone slabs were all shattered, and the soil poured up, and there was a fishy smell on his face. Being pressed on his head by Wang Chan with one hand, he only felt that the top of his head was as heavy as a mountain, his neck and spine were gurgling, like popping beans, and he was groggy and not very awake in his head, just like the monkey who was pressed by the Buddha in Chinese mythology under the Wuzhi Mountain. No matter how powerful he is, he can't turn over again.

Wang Chan's palm was originally as big as a pu fan, and the five fingers were opened, and then the seven killing knives were shot, and they swelled up, almost the size of a tabletop, and pressed down, and immediately covered Zhukov's head and neck, which was because he didn't have a killer now, otherwise the five fingers would be gently closed, and Zhukov's head would be immediately crushed.

No matter how strong he is, he can't stop the cutting of the Seven Killing Blood Knife.

At the same time, in his palm, there was a trace of sword qi, like silk, which penetrated into Zhukov's scalp at once, penetrated into the bone marrow, and could penetrate into the brain at any time, twisting his entire brain like a tofu flower.

Zhukov's Qi refining kung fu has entered the bone marrow, and the fat on his body has been gone, and the muscles and fur are tightly attached to the bones, which seems to be thin and dry, but in fact he is extremely powerful, and the muscles and bones are as hard as iron. This kind of image is like Li Yuanba described in the novel, lean as a monkey, but with the courage of ten thousand people, it is really an evolution of kung fu upper body to the extreme, ordinary knives, guns and sticks, and any cold weapon will not want to hurt him. But Wang Chan's Seven Killing Knife is a soldier's magical power, and now he has achieved Neidan, his skill has risen greatly, and with a slight movement, he is startled and pierced through everything, and Zhukov naturally can't stand it.

Martial arts are martial arts, and supernatural powers are supernatural powers, although there is a connection between them, but in the end they are still two different things, and they are fundamentally different.

Therefore, Zhukov's eyes were now full of remorse and fear, and his voice was hoarse, like a madman.

He was self-righteous, first misassessed Wang Chan's values, and then misestimated his own strength, but as soon as he got started, he realized that the gap between himself and Wang Chan was like heaven and earth, and it could not be compared at all.

He is proud of the world, he can split a big tree into charcoal, he can pierce through the steel finger spear thunderbolt finger, infinite huge power, he is not afraid of the steel and iron bones that are chopped by the knife and axe, it is useless for Wang Chan! The other party stood still, and he was suffering, but when he moved, he couldn't even see clearly and couldn't dodge.

If you want to resist, you can't do it.

If Wang Chan had dueled him with the kind of sword qi flying sword that he had used to defeat the Russian special forces in Siberia with a thousand people, then even if he lost and died, Zhukov would not have been as desperate and helpless as he is now. Because he had seen with his own eyes from a distance, how Wang Chan rushed into the barracks, slaughtered the Quartet, and how he beheaded the whole process of the seven masters of Han, the most mysterious sword weapon sword immortal from the east is not something that a human can resist at all.

Because of this, he didn't run away immediately at the beginning, afraid that Wang Chan would kill him with a sword behind his back. When he made a move, he also tried his best to fight hand-to-hand, forcing Wang Chan to have no time to use the flying sword. But he never expected that Wang Chan was a terrifying person, and he had not used his most powerful skills, and he completely lost his temper as soon as he stretched out his hand.

Such an existence should not appear in the human world at all, he should be a god on high, or a devil looking up to heaven in hell.

Wang Chan's supernatural powers made his psychology completely filled with an extreme cold despair without the slightest luck. It was only at such a time that Zhukov suddenly realized that he was so weak.

Ever since Zhukov was a teenager, he was fascinated by the ancient Chinese martial arts method when he accidentally found the magical scriptures from his grandfather's collection, during which he became a general, traveled the world, killed countless people, challenged countless martial arts masters, and trained himself into a beast in the form of a human. Later, he created the Siberian training camp and single-handedly created countless myths of the black boxing world, standing high up, looking down on all beings, and subconsciously thinking of himself as a figure who can control the fate of others. No matter how big the world is, no matter how many heroes there are, no one can be stronger than themselves.

But now, after he was easily pressed to the ground by Wang Chan, he felt that he was really ridiculous. Compared with Wang Chan, the other party is a god and demon who is high, and at the same time, he also has a strong sense of remorse in his heart, regretting that he should not have entered China so hastily to find Wang Chan.

But there has never been a regret in this world about selling medicine.

After Wang Chan figured out the origin of Zhukov's qi refining method, he naturally no longer had the mood to only be beaten and not fight back, nor did he have the slightest idea of letting go of his opponent.

Not to mention that Zhukov practiced Taoist qi alchemy, there is nothing to kill, just the huge power that this person has in Russia is a big trouble for Wang Chan. Now that he sees that the time is coming to return to China and understand all the grievances, and then he can escape to the mountains and concentrate on his own cultivation, Wang Chan doesn't want to provoke the entire underground black fist world at this time. There are too many interests involved, and they are too complicated, and it is no longer a matter of one country and one family.

This Zhukov is not dead, and he will not be able to cultivate quietly in the future.

Therefore, now that Wang Chan has completely fixed Zhukov and figured out everything, the murderous intent in his heart suddenly rose irrepressibly. Suddenly, the five fingers were closed, and Zhukov's head was wrapped, pinched and closed!

"Oops!"

At the last moment, Zhukov also felt the danger, and the whole person writhed instantly, and countless electric lights quickly surged from under the skin to the top of his head, and the chain of clicks exploded in Wang Chan's palm. Although his lower body was deep in the ground and he couldn't move, the magic power in his body was not lost, and this time he desperately fought back, freeing everything, and the electric light converged from all over his body into a thick thunderbolt, rushing out of his head.

In fact, it was also in a moment, and he resisted the five fingers of Wang Chan's palm, and then this Zhukov slammed down the cat's waist, and the whole person tore the ground, and in the dust, wrapped in a body of lightning, he rushed forward.

However, such a change was all expected by Wang Chan, and it still couldn't save his life.

Just when he resisted Wang Chan's seven killing swordsmen, his body fell down, and Wang Chan had already blown out a piece of white light from his mouth.

The ground was completely cracked, and Zhukov's body seemed to be a huge ploughshare, and at once the ground broke a crack seven or eight meters long with the thickness of a human waist from the inside out, followed by a white light blowing in the air, but it was a Taibai sword pill that dispersed the sword light and turned into a sea of sword scenery.

Flying close to the ground, the back hair blew first through half of Zhukov's body.

Suddenly, with a scream, Zhukov just fell out like this, the whole upper and lower body was divided into two halves, the two thighs and the land under him were all blown into powder by the white and gorgeous sword wind, and the screams were endless, and the person fell to the ground with a thud, and died of exhaustion.

Half of his body fell to the ground, the internal organs between his chest and abdomen, the large intestine and the small intestine, meandered and flowed, dripping all over the ground, the smell was terrible, and the blood was rushing to the sky.

can avoid Wang Chan's pinch, which also shows that this person is indeed a lot of magical powers, experienced and experienced, if he changes to others, where can he still jump like this, he will have been pinched and exploded in his head, and he can't die anymore.

The sky was full of white light, and with a turn of his head, it turned into a white pill again, and fell into Wang Chan's mouth. This time to kill, Wang Chan's means are simply miraculous, controlling the sword qi to divide the sword light, like a breeze, this is already the realm of the legendary siomorphic transformation among the sword immortals. Compared with the Dragon Dao people, the sword qi is like flowing water, and it is even more profound.

However, this scene fell in Lei Ting's eyes in the distance, as if Wang Chan suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a fresh wind, blowing Zhukov to death, everything was like a dream, more mythical than myths and legends.

"This person's practice of the "Regency of the Spring Sutra" was swept out of the Eight-Nation Alliance from the Baiyun Temple in Beijing that year, and it has something to do with your Wudang faction, and after I read it, I will hand it over to you, even if you gave me a lot of boxing secret books to comprehend. ”

Stretching out his hand and grabbing it in the air, Wang Chan grabbed a leather bag close to Zhukov's waist in his hand, flipped it over casually, and sure enough, he saw that there was a yellowish volume of scriptures inside, with five big characters on it.

Wang Chan had long expected that it seemed to be such a precious thing, Zhukov would definitely not put it elsewhere, with his skills and skills, he could only rest assured if he brought it with him, so when he hurt the killer just now, he was only facing the lower half of his body, afraid that his sword light would be too strong and damage this secret scripture of the True Dragon Gate.

In the lifetime of Chongyang, the ancestor of the Quanzhen Sect, there were seven disciples under the sect, and the achievements were extraordinary, among which the Qiu Chuji of the Longmen sect was the most famous, and the Song and Yuan dynasties had traveled thousands of miles to the depths of the desert to meet Genghis Khan. Later, the Yuan Dynasty set the capital of Jingshi, and also specially built the Baiyun Temple for him to live, it is said that this Qiu Zhenren, in his later years, exhausted his life's learning to write this scripture, as the foundation of the whole true Longmen lineage.

Unexpectedly, hundreds of years later, it was snatched abroad by a group of foreigners, and it was unexpectedly that it ended up in the hands of Wang Chan.

"You don't owe me a favor, so you don't have to give me this scripture. You killed my master and master, although I, Lei Ting, have no power to avenge them, I will not accept the benefits of your Wang Chan for no reason. ”

Lei Ting, who was originally nervous, just let out a breath when she saw Wang Chan kill Zhukov, and when she heard Wang Chan say this, her face suddenly sank. "Those people are coming over soon, let's go first! If you kill someone, the Lin family will know about it immediately." ”

"You just said, someone wants to see me, who is it?" Moving his steps to keep up with Lei Ting, Wang Chan's heart suddenly moved, and he seemed to think of something all of a sudden. Looking through the water vapor on the lake, looking from a distance, the direction in which Lei Ting was traveling was indeed the villa that Lei Xing originally had on Sun Island.

(To be continued)