Vol 10 Chapter 445: Iron arm invincible 3 punches

There was a loud bang. Ice@火!中文
At the mouth of the deserted village, this is an absolutely unimaginable blow to the swallowing monk. It is beyond the expectation and suddenness. It is like a trap that has been premeditated.
With the old man's one-handed punch, the boxing wind whistled in an instant. In the first time, he even had only a simple punch in his eyes, waving, zooming in, forming a vortex...
In the eyes of Ning Yi and others, the old man was only slightly biased, and launched a punch in the swallowing monk. Then the vortex that was ringing was not the old man who played it, but the swallowing monk was suddenly in the first place. The body was shrunk, and in the old man's boxing style, the body and the shackles were vortex-like depressions, and the huge robe sleeves rolled up. Then fly directly back and forth two or three feet away.
He is a martial artist with a strong martial arts, especially in terms of light work. There is not much movement in the bottom of his feet. The whole body is only excited by the wind, but it flies two or three feet away like an electric shock, and even dances the sound of breaking the wind. . Purely in terms of viewing, it is much better than the old man’s side-by-side punch. It was only that he retired to the outside of a three-room house wall and stopped changing his face. Ning Yi may not understand the power of the old man's boxing at this time. He can see clearly in the face of the people's face, and whispered softly: "Good work." The red hair around him smiled slightly.
Relative to Ning Yi's slightly narrow words at this time, the people on the other side are dignified, and some people are puzzled. Although Ning Yi’s mouth whispered in such a way, his heart was actually in the same color as the person’s face, doubting the identity of the old man who suddenly appeared. At this time, he is actually getting worse. Only the old man has not targeted him. With that punch, the old man has turned around.
"Lu Wenhu." Just listen to him. "You are getting more and more stress-free, and you are starting to work with these crickets!"
Lu Wenhu frowned, his look awe-inspiring, the earthen house. The swallowing monk is still saying: "What are you..." But a name that flashed immediately made him react. "Iron... you are..."
"Hey, swallow the monk, I saw your name on the official residence of the government here. Since there is a fate, the old man will do this for the people, except you."
The old man spoke, retracting the palm of his hand, turning his fist, making a fist, stepping, everything looks as light and light as usual, but with this step, everything suddenly becomes no longer the same.
The distance between two and three feet is one step. It seems to be an unusual scene. And it is a punch that is as stable as a mountain. I swung out to the swallowing monk. In the face of this boxing, the monk who stood firm and sturdy did not say much about Yu Yu, and the body danced wildly. It seems like changing five or six figure shapes in an instant, but it is like a mosquito that flies in the cannon muzzle. It was a bang, the punch hit the shovel, and the time, the back of the soil splashed, the swallowing monk squeezed out between the boxing wind and the earthen house wall, the figure was like mud, just smashing the mud brick wall Get stuck in one piece.
His figure was squeezed out and swayed, and it was the distance of the rest. He grabbed a companion and pushed it to the old man in the blue robe. But when he was awkward, the old man was so straightforward that he grabbed it. The side banged loudly, and the warrior who was pushed out by the swallow cloud let the old man hit a fist and slammed into the earthen house next to it. The house was in disrepair for a long time, and it was swallowed by the back of the cloud, and it smashed the collision. This collapsed. The old man and the swallowing monk and the monk have already played against each other. The monk wearing the wide robe continues to retreat. The robe sleeves and the fists are furious and counter-attack, but they are always swayed by the old man or simply A punch was broken and the defense was broken. But he is also a master. Every time he is opened, he immediately changes his strokes and fights back. With the retreat of the pace, he is slowing down. It seems that he has not been so frustrated.
This situation probably lasted only five to six times.
Ning Yi still couldn't understand the specific situation of the whole situation and the high situation of both sides. He only heard the monk swallowing a voice: "Zhou Wei! You are deceiving too much-"
Ning Yi’s thoughts fell to the ground, and only the iron arms were around, in order to meet the identity of the old man. After this sentence, the swallowing monk's physique retreats, grabbing a round of stone grinding toward the Zhou dynasty, Zhou Yi waved and pushed, stone grinding into the next earth wall, and this At the same time, the swallowing of the monk at the foot of the monk, Zhou Hao cold: "Want to go!" Reaching out.
The swallowing monk's body shape just jumped up, Zhou Yu's palm grabbed his robes, and in the dust falling down the earth wall, the two waved each other two or three times. Ning Yi heard a bang, and a figure was shot high. After rolling down the ground, he spit a blood and got up and ran.
The cockroach was still caught in the hands of Zhou Wei, and the swallowing monk of the golden eagle shelled over a waterway outside the deserted village, rushing to the already ridiculous fields and running wildly. Perhaps he felt that the danger had not been removed, and he did not even speak. Ning Yi was also the first to see someone who could run so fast.
Zhou Yan frowned and threw away the shovel, took a few steps, picked up a stone after the stone shattered on the ground, and threw it out in the distant swallows. The stone screamed in the wind, and the shells generally crossed the distance of hundreds of meters. Straight in the shadow of the figure, the swallowing monk spit out a blood, rolled out a distance of five or six feet in the wormwood of the field, and then climbed up and ran. To the distance.
Ning Yi and the rear of the red, that has come over, the middle-aged people who are with Zhou Xin seem to want to chase, but in the end they still have not chased. Seeing the other side rushing into the forest, Zhou Hao carried his hands and shook his head.
After a moment of silence, Zhou Yucai looked at Ning Yi and Red. Lu Wenhu and others tried to slap the hand: "Week and Zhou predecessors, this time is coming..."
"Why did I have nothing to do with Er, so I don't want to let me see and wait for those who are treacherous and evil, let's go!"
After this sentence, Lu Wenhu and others, such as Meng Dazhen, quickly left. Ning Yi’s heart is a bit uncomfortable, and the red one around him is said to be the master’s skill. His fame is not big, and these guys will not kill. Zhou Wei is also a master. He has a world-first name. When he single-handedly swallows a monk, Lu Wenhu would not dare to take it. This kind of courage is still a joke! It is a joke!
If there is a siege, there may be a chance...
I thought about it in my heart, for Zhou Wei’s skill. Although Ning Yi could not objectively evaluate the strength and weakness, he became famous for many years and was famous. When he was only able to swallow the monk, he almost made a punch. From the point of view that every punch is pressed by the monk, the strong man can't avoid it, it is estimated that it is even higher than the red one. And with the departure of everyone, a certain feeling has become clear from the bottom of my heart. Let him involuntarily feel the position of the firearm on one side of the thigh.
Soon after, the feeling was fulfilled.
The old man bears his hands and looks at this side. When he opens his mouth again, there is no ambition to confront Lu Wenhu’s group of people: "Ningren Tu, Lu Lu, two old men, Zhou Wei, passing this place today, was ordered to take two lives. ""
"I knew that I should besiege you with everyone..." Ning Yi sighed. "Taiwan's order?"
Zhou Wei had always locked his eyes on the red side. It is after Ning Yi’s sentence. Looking at Ning Yi: "I don't want to be a demon..." He turned his gaze back to the red body. Laughing, "So... this Lu girl, come take me three punches."
This generation of masters is talking about this. There is not much arrogance and voiceover. The red-eyed eyes that were originally watching Zhou Wei’s shot were also very calm, and nodded at this time. Give the long sword in your hand to Ning Yi: "Good."
Ning Yi took the sword and looked at her expression carefully, but could not see too much. When Lu Hongti went forward, Ning Yi arched the middle of the blue shirt that came over: "Predecessors are good."
The middle-aged man also smiled and bowed his hand to Ning Yi: "Ning Gongzi is good." Ning Yi thought that this person might be a descendant, and then reacted again. It may be Zhou Wei’s servant around him. Just follow, with Zhou Wei, such a master to 40 years old, it became a master.
Ning Yi thought about how to say the next sentence. The middle-aged man came close and smiled. "I don't know how Ning Gongzi knows that the order was issued by Taihaofu?" Attitude and anger, Ning Yi shook his head: "Recently Just tied this beam, it may be that Liangshan’s movement is too big... You said, should three punches be fine?

He knocked on the side and wanted to ask what would happen next. The middle-aged man smiled and shook his head: "This... hard to say, Ning Gongzi must be prepared."
At this time, the red mention went to the place where Zhou Wei was five or six feet away, and the fist was awkward. Although it seems quite serious, it is not as powerful as the general novel. This battle of the masters is extremely simple. After all, this is not a world in which masters fight and fly. Just listening to the middle-aged man’s speech, Ning Yi suddenly changed his face:
What joke you are doing... The swallowing monk doesn’t stop taking three punches, then we have to take the sword...

The voice did not fall, there was a red posture on the other side, and the virtual step was taken out. Zhou Hao was no longer carrying his hands. He smiled and walked forward. He walked, and the red lift also suddenly made a force, approaching the past. The distance between Zhang and the two figures suddenly rushed together. In that high-speed sprint, Ning Yi vaguely felt that the figure of the red figure was like the steps and posture of Tai Chi, but the speed was not many times, and he took the attack. On the other side, Zhou Yi stepped out. A punch is made, and the fist is tilted downwards. It is the opponent's lower abdomen. It is the most formal punching style.
With a bang, the red palm pressed down, and the huge force sank into the ground. Ning Yi saw the red figure short and short, like pressing Zhou’s fist to guide the force down. At the feet of the two, the ground of the loess even caused dust ripples. Ning Yi can see Zhou Qi’s movements, but he can’t see the red ones. It’s just after this unloading force, the red figure rises and bangs, like the strength of the shoulders directly to the world in front. One person slammed out and the dust rose. Zhou’s body was hit and flew out. The red one turned, the virtual step, and the fist box was opened. At that moment, there was a sense of the glory of the later generations of Chunli.
Ning Yizheng saw the miracle, but the martial arts that did not expect the red martial arts had reached this level. The front side punched the last week and actually shook the other side directly. It’s just that such joy and error have not yet flown from the heart to the throat, and Zhou’s laughter came from the ear.
"OK--"
That haha ​​or Zhou Wei was in the retreat, and then the sound of "good" suddenly, like the thunder and anger, with Zhou Yi figure retreat, enter ~ EbookFREE.me ~ suddenly swept However, Ning Yi’s ears roared and the vision was over. After Zhou’s retreat, Zhou’s figure went straight and his fists rushed to the red.
The punch is heavy, but it is silent.
The red hands were sealed and the frame was just a moment. The body flew out toward the rear air, spurting blood and rolling down the ground.
Ning Yi’s head was blank, and he couldn’t think of it. The battle between the two would start and end in an instant. The voice of the middle-aged people around him was completely introduced into Ning Yi’s ear.
"The higher the age of my family, the deeper the repair, but the body can't keep up with it... He is forced to the peak, and at most it is only three or five punches, but these three or five punches are under the universal, afraid that there is no A few people can pick up..."
Ning Yi turned his head and walked toward the front...
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