Chapter 1284: Bystander

Once again fell to the ground, the scar was really ashamed and embarrassing, but, because of the great strength of the previous Wang Ba Quan, he actually felt that this time it was just his own care.
So the guy got up again, spit out the dirt in his mouth, and rubbed his hands again to attack like Morin.
It was really endless when Morin looked at this guy. This is a guy who does not know how to advance and retreat.
In fact, in the contest just now, Molina was purely for playing and delaying time. After much observation, Morin also waited for the person he had to wait for, so he planned to quickly end the game.
Before, he did not use the power of his own eyes. Now, he secretly opens the ability of the magic eye and the eye of time and space.
Under the action of the magic eye, the movement of this scar, in Morin's eyes, is simply decomposing and demonstrating at a super slow speed.
Morin can spare no effort to make more than ten ways to fight back when he attacks himself.
No, the scars felt that Wang Baquan really worked, and this started the power of Wang Ba again. I saw his fist sway the wind, "Uh~uh~uh..." the ground called Morin again.
Those who have used Wang Ba Quan in fights are probably also aware of the fact that although your arm does not seem to take up much of your weight, it will also shake your body when it swings.
Especially when the fist runs down the track, these feet will be somewhat unstable.
Because the speed is too fast, this is inevitable. Mo Lin is about to seize this opportunity.
The fist of the scar seems to dance a fist shadow, most people can't get in, but, once Mo Lin's eyesight is there, and secondly, Mo Lin is under the scar, so it can be said that there is a gap The child can enter, so this is not a problem for Morin.
I saw the scarred fist so that Mo Lin immediately took a step back with his left leg and leaned slightly. Then, his right hand caught the opportunity, just when the scar left fist moved down to the crotch, Mo Lin then Follow his strength, hit a palm.
This palm just hit the back of the left fist of the scar, and he heard a "slap". The scar of the double fist was quickly unable to control the balance, and the body began to tilt and rotate to the left.
With the power of the scar, it is completely possible to prevent this dumping trend, but Molina's pre-arranged attack plan is only a prelude to palm punching.
In the next step, Mo Lin's backward leg immediately bent and lay down, and then, the entire foot surface of his right foot was just pressed against the facing bone of the scar. The scientific name of the thing is called the tibia, and there is no muscle attached to the anterior medial side, and there is no effect of a cushioning force. It is precisely that Mo Lin kicked it firmly.
Morin's battle with the scar was naturally a matter of strength. If he tried his best, the leg and the leg would have to be broken off in one go.
However, even if Morin had regained strength, this was no small matter, because it destroyed the only point of support and balance of the scar.
I saw this guy, he hung in the air all of a sudden, his body was still turning to the left, he couldn't do anything but yell "Wow Wow".
In order to prevent the behemoth from hitting himself, Morin rolled slightly to the right with his left foot. After he hid, he heard another puff, and the scar fell to the ground again in a soot.
This fell across the stone ground, making only such a big orc almost breathless.
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The onlookers were not stingy, and started to moan up for Morin. The first two times were not good, one was because it was his own race after all, and the other was that many orcs thought that Mo Lin was just a fluke, and the scar was caused by carelessness.
But this matter is only three. By now, everyone can see that this Mo Lin's scar is more than enough.
On the other side, the burly orc that had been covered by another orc before was also shocked. The two orcs around him asked him, "Master, does this thin human being have such power?"
The orc said, "He has power to speak of power, but he didn't use any power at that moment."
The two orcs were puzzled and asked, "How could it be possible to kick the scars without force? He must weigh three to five hundred pounds."
The orc said, "The idiot fell himself with his own strength!"
The two orcs said, "How is this possible? He fights with people, why should he fall himself?"
The orc said, "Aren’t you two idiots, not even seeing this? Although the scar didn’t really fall down with his own strength, it was the human who fell over him with his strength, This basically means the same thing. Borrowing the power of others to attack others, although our orcs have never accepted this technique, have you ever heard of it?"
The two orcs said, "Don't they all say it's a flower shelf, who will use it?"
The orc said coldly, "Hua Jia? It's just that in this world, few people can master its essence. That's simply not the combat ability that ordinary people can learn."
As soon as the two orcs heard this, they looked at Morin and said, "That said, that human child is not an ordinary person?"
The orc sighed heavily and said, "You haven't seen the truth for a long time, the guy in Qajar!"
The two orcs immediately whispered, "Master, don't say that in front of so many people."
The orc said disdainfully: "What did I say? He is just a clown who jumped up in peacetime, and I'm still afraid of him? Watch the game first and leave him alone."
And just when they were talking, Morin had fallen the scar two more times. At this point, he was completely confused, but still insisted on a will.
Morin looked at the scar and said: "Forget it, you can't beat me, this state is even worse, and you still admit defeat."
The scar shook his head and said, "No, I still have strength, I haven't lost!"
With that, the scar rushed towards Moline again, and when he lifted his leg, he kicked Moline; Moline shook his head helplessly, and since the opponent wanted to fight, he couldn't stop.
He immediately rushed forward, taking advantage of his smaller size than the other person (look, the advantages depend on different characters and circumstances, not the same kind of immutability.) All of a sudden rushed under the legs of the scar.
Morin's shoulders stood against the scarred legs, his upper body pressed hard, and his feet swept his other leg backwards. The scars rose again out of thin air and fell heavily on the ground.
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