Chapter 138 A Punch from the Sky
Compared to the notorious Gang Ya Bing, the crazy lost dog, and the charming White Peony, Fei Long was most famous for his appetite in the walled city.
No one knows much about his life and past, but it is said that he practiced as a warrior monk in the Shaolin Temple when he was young.
This also exercised his muscles, bones and appetite, making him look like a mountain of meat and stronger than an elephant.
For meals every day, he had to cook two large pots full of fragrant meat, and only the hind leg meat, and paired with a large bucket of rice. The food that leaked from between the chopsticks was enough to feed a litter of stray cats.
With such a large appetite, the strength is naturally amazing.
Yin Xiu, Thirteen, and the gangbang, the three of them were like babies in front of him, and almost no one could catch his palm head-on.
With a slight bump, any one of the three of them would be knocked far away.
"Da Ming, hurry up, the three of them are almost falling apart, why don't you go up and help?" Liu Banxian said anxiously.
"Shall I get in? Fat Dragon's arms are thicker than my waist. Do you want me to get in and kill him?"
"Damn, you are so cowardly, why do you want to imitate others and be the boss?"
"Pick! I don't even bother to care about you."
Da Sang rolled his eyes and said, "I rely on brothers, trolls and money to get around. The only thing I don't rely on is fists. If you want me to get involved, it's more practical to find some trolls for me."
While talking, Yin Xiu and Fei Long fought together again.
There was no way, even if he could escape from this fat man's hands now, when Tiekou Li Zhen perfected the Feng Shui formation and became a demon like Liu Banxian said, he might not be able to escape death no matter where he hid.
Running away now is just the difference between dying early and dying later.
But Feilong has indeed become a high wall that has to be overcome.
This really gave Yin Xiu a headache, especially when the wall would fight back.
Feilong's powerful Vajra palm was powerful and heavy, and every palm seemed to be swept by wind and thunder, making a roaring sound.
Yin Xiu almost didn't need to pick it up head-on, but she could already feel her whole body shaking from the sharp wind of the palm.
Forcibly fighting with him is obviously asking for death. I am afraid that as long as the fists of both parties touch each other, my arm will be smashed by the unparalleled force of the palm.
Fortunately, in addition to its strength, Baguazhang also has a soft strength that is completely opposite. When Yin Xiu came into contact with his palm, he frequently used his feet to release the force, transferring the huge impact force to his feet.
After a while, the floor under Yin Xiu's feet was cracked, and a puff of dust and smoke rose up every time the two sides exchanged hands.
"What a handsome Baguazhang!"
Thirteen couldn't help but sigh in admiration. As soon as he stepped down, a series of afterimages of his entire body burrowed into Feilong's armpit. Judging from the technique and strength of this punch, it was exactly a half-step collapse fist! [Is this bitch still a master of Xingyiquan? 】
Without any time to think, Yin Xiu used the softness of her hand to guide Feilong's hand forward, causing him to take a step with her guidance, exposing most of the gap under his armpit.
boom! Thirteen punched out, and the flesh on Fat Dragon's body immediately formed a wave of flesh, like a tsunami. Starting from the point where she punched, layers of waves surged.
His whole body shook like a pillow filled with water, and the waves of flesh pushed Thirteen away again.
Enraged by this blow, Feilong's eyes glared, his palms changed into claws, and he grabbed Yin Xiu's right hand.
After being buckled by him, Yin Xiu suddenly felt unbearable pain in her hands. Even her breathing seemed to have stopped, and the blood in her body was stagnant.
Fei Long snorted a white breath from his nose, slapped a palm with his other hand, but Yin Xiu nimbly dodged it, then simply twisted his waist, shouted, and threw Yin Xiu into the air.
This throw was so powerful that Yin Xiu felt that his whole body was being pulled by the acceleration of gravity, and his brain was mixed being slightly distracted, he realized that he was flying quickly towards the dome of the Kowloon Boxing Arena. What a terrifying power this was!
Kuan Bao was stunned, looking at Yin Xiu who was flying high into the sky like a bag, his eyes suddenly filled with anger.
"Damn it, you're flying my brother like a kite!"
With his blood boiling, Kuanbao rushed forward regardless, when an angry shout came from behind him, "Get down!"
As soon as he was ordered to lie down, there was a loud noise and the sound of wind behind him, and then holes visible to the naked eye were dented in Fei Long's body, which were steel balls shot from the shotgun hitting his body. .
"I'll attack you! No matter how hard you are, can you be stronger than a bullet?"
Da Sang was holding a gun in high spirits, and Liu Banxian, who was standing next to him, was also refreshed.
But as the steel balls rolled down from Fei Long's body to the ground, both of them couldn't help but open their mouths wide, and their lower jaws almost touched the ground.
Apart from a few small bumps on Feilong's body, there was no other damage.
He was sprayed in the front, but he was still unscathed. What kind of powerful horizontal kung fu is this?
When everyone on the field was feeling desperate, Yin Xiu finally stopped rising. Just when his nose was about to touch the dome, his whole body began to fall rapidly.
Yin Xiu was different from before. After experiencing this heavy blow, his eyes were full of anger. He twisted his waist in the air and turned over.
He stretched out his left hand, and all the disguises wrapped in red scales were shattered. Underneath the strands of damage was the metal prosthetic body that glowed with cold light.
"Red Scale·Xihe Mode!"
As the gas in the arm expanded rapidly, driving the operation of various gears, firelight emerged from the gaps in the arm. In the wisps of smoke, Yin Xiu's entire body looked as if it was on fire, like a falling meteor.
This was what others saw, but when the fat dragon directly below raised his head, he felt that the spiritual platform was clear. The violence that had previously controlled him dissipated in an instant, and his whole person returned to normal.
In his opinion, what fell was not the shining light of the meteor, but the entire sun. The sun fell from the sky!
Almost as a subconscious reaction, Feilong planted his feet firmly on the ground, opened his mouth and swallowed a breath of cold air, and his whole body expanded like a balloon.
Then he shouted angrily, held out his palms, and pushed upwards as if to take over the world! Yin Xiu was shattered to pieces by this blow that he couldn't avoid, completely crushing him in terms of strength!
"The Overlord is trapped!"
Yin Xiu showed no fear and no room to think. He released all the momentum accumulated in his body, and his whole body suddenly accelerated in the air.
Everyone just blinked, and he had already bumped into Fei Long.
Starting from the fat arms, a wave of flesh expanded, undulated, and contracted from top to bottom. The wave tightened at the ankles and poured into the ground with great force.
The air wave exploded, and Liu Banxian, who weighed less than a hundred kilograms, was the first to be thrown up and fell to pieces. The rest of the people also involuntarily took a step back, feeling like they had been hit hard in the head.
At the center of this conflict, dozens of floor tiles were shattered, and a huge hole was sunken where Feilong was standing, with his ankles almost buried in the ground.
But he was still standing, while Yin Xiu was lying on the ground, breathing heavily.
Feilong maintained his posture and glanced at him with his eyes.
"Many people say that in kung fu, horizontally and vertically, the winner stands and the loser lies down. But, aren't I still standing?"
Fei Long took a deep breath, his heart suddenly bulged, and then a column of blood poured out from his mouth and nose, shooting straight to the ceiling, like a giant three-column fountain, and the blood flooded everyone's ankles.
(End of this chapter)