"Okay." Li Xinzhu looked at the villa in the distance, thought for a while, and then left.
On the way back, Wang An drove much slower. On the surface, he seemed to have calmed down, but his blood was still boiling.
During the period of practicing kung fu, this was the first real actual combat. In the past, the competition in private martial arts schools ended with a few bruises at most. It was different tonight, someone had to fall.
He didn't hold back his hands. It's hard to say how seriously those people he injured were injured, but they probably wouldn't die.
The car drives in the dark,
Behind him, in the abandoned villas, the man who fought with Wang An endured the pain in his back and came to the villa, seeing people wailing on the ground.
"That's amazing. When did such a master come to Hu'an City?"
He looked up and walked upstairs. Every time he took a step, he felt a pain in his back. This pain not only appeared on the surface, but also penetrated into his lungs along his back.
"It was such a strong palm, the force penetrated into the internal organs. This palm may have damaged the lungs."
He slowly went upstairs and saw the two people, one lying on the ground and the other leaning against the wall.
He took out a small flashlight from his pocket and looked at the man lying on the ground. His fingers were bent, and there was a little light in his right hand, which was a steel needle.
"Flying needle!"
He turned around and took a look at another person. His head was drooped. There was a pool of blood on his clothes. It looked like he had no breath.
The light of the hand lamp fell on the man's fingers. The man's fingers were extremely thick, like five steel bars.
"The pulse-cutting fist should be called the pulse-cutting finger."
He slowly approached the other party.
"Have you run out of energy? It's a pity."
He spoke in a low voice, raised his hand suddenly, and pinched the other person's throat with five hook-like fingers. He squeezed hard, but the other person didn't react at all.
"Really dead? No, there is still a pulse." He felt the fluctuation of the blood vessels in the other person's neck, which was very weak. He raised his hand and put it to his nostrils to try, and there was still a trace of breath.
"If he's not dead, that'll be easy."
Bang, what's the noise? He turned around suddenly, his hands with five fingers like hooks, ready to take action at any time, but he saw that there was nothing behind him, except the man who had fallen.
no one?
When he looked back again, a finger pierced his eye.
Ah, he screamed and took a few steps back.
Then the second finger stabbed his throat, and there was a crisp sound, and the throat bones shattered. He covered his throat and took two steps back. His face was full of pain and shock, but he could no longer make any sound.
Come.
Hiss, whoosh, hiss, whoosh,
The man whose breath was weak before leaned against the wall, breathing heavily.
After Wang An left, he leaned against the wall. He was sick and seriously injured and needed rest and healing.
Not long after, the man in front of him came up. He knew that he couldn't win against the opponent in his current state, so he pretended to be injured and unconscious, risking his life to make Xu Ying give up his worries.
You must know that the other party could break his neck just now.
"Haha." Looking at the man rolling on the ground, he smiled, and his smile was very ferocious. Blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.
He stood up and walked unsteadily to the side room. Like a drunkard, he came to the corner of the villa, pulled out a rope from the darkness, slid down with difficulty, and then disappeared into the jungle.
"Revenge for a friend is ridiculous, ridiculous!" A ferocious smile appeared on his face.
"If you leave here, there is still a chance."
There was a sudden violent surge in his back, and his vision went dark. In a daze, he saw a black shadow flash past in front of him.
"who?!"
He staggered and fell forward. He hurriedly reached out and grabbed a handful of grass. Those grasses could not bear his weight. He fell down, but there was a slope blocked by grass.
.
His whole body rolled down, unable to stop at all. He hit a rock with a thud, and his head was bleeding. After a few pulls, there was no movement. After a while, there was already a body under him.
A large pool of blood.
In Hu'an City, Wang An has returned to his residence.
He entered the room, turned on the light, poured a glass of water, sat at the desk, and thought about what happened tonight. After returning home, his mood had calmed down a lot.
He reviewed it in his mind and carefully recalled his fight with Gu Qingshan and Xu Ying tonight several times.
In fact, it boils down to just a few words: speed, power, and skill.
The Jie Mai Fist used by that person is actually more appropriately called the Jie Mai Finger. It is very similar to martial arts such as Yiyang Finger and Sunflower Pointing Hand written in novels, which are skills that cause damage by hitting the acupuncture points and meridians of the human body.
His attacks are quick, accurate, and ruthless, and his acupoint recognition is extremely accurate, with stabbing as his main attack method.
The Eagle Claw Skill is mainly a skill on the fingers. It is good at grabbing joints. As long as it is held by him, the joints will be broken, resulting in disability, or even death.
The man who practices Jie Mai Quan smells of medicine. He must be sick. And what he said.
"Seeds regenerate creation. Isn't it similar to the Five Animals Opera that I practice? He wants to find that thing to cure diseases. What about the other people? What are they doing?"
"The man who practices Eagle Claw Technique also has a faint medicinal smell on his body. Could it be that he is also sick?"
He took out the notebook and wrote a few words.
To him tonight, the biggest gain was the experience of life and death fighting.
When he fought with the first person, he was actually very nervous and his heartbeat was pounding. But when he fought with the man who practiced the Eagle Claw Kung Fu, he became much calmer.
After sitting quietly for a while, he came to the yard again, thinking about the fight, and started practicing in the yard again.
After practicing for a while, stop and think about it, and then continue practicing. After practicing for a while, I went back to the house.
Before going to bed, he recited the Taoist scriptures several times. Even so, he still had a dream that night. In the dream, he was fighting with someone. Sometimes the person used the Jie Mai Fist and sometimes the Eagle Claw Kung Fu. One person became two.
Li Xinzhu came in the afternoon of the next day. When he entered the room, he looked at Wang An differently than usual and circled around him several times.
"Tsk tsk tsk, tsk tsk tsk, oops."
"What's wrong? You have a sore in your mouth?"
"Last night, a master appeared on the outskirts of the city. This man wore a monkey mask. He wounded more than a dozen knife-wielding assailants. He also injured the master invited by Yang Xianhua. The man died."
"It's not like he's dead, right?" Wang An was stunned when he heard this. He had never thought of killing anyone.
"It wasn't the man in the mask who killed him. He died from the Jie Mai Fist. He was blinded in one eye, broke his throat bones, and suffocated to death."