Chapter 476: Use softness to overcome strength. Accompanied by arrogant laughter, a thin figure walked into the coconut grove.
He has dark skin and short stature. He looks ordinary, but there is a strong murderous aura lingering around him. It is sinister, violent, and makes people shudder. What is even more surprising is that in stark contrast to his thin body, his hands,
The hands were as big as cattail fans, with exposed veins and thick fingers. A string of white and red juice hung on the lowered fingertips, which was a mixture of blood and brains from the skull of the masked killer just crushed.
The short man was walking as fast as flying. There was also a gray shadow moving quickly in front of him. The short man looked at it intently and snorted with disdain, "Damn, another coward." Then he waved his big hand and blocked the oncoming magic.
The teacher knocked him to the ground. "What a shameful thing, why are you running away?"
This palm was so powerful that the magician was beaten to the point of death. He lay on the ground for a long time before he recovered. The magician was angry and upset, but he also understood that the fierce-looking short man in front of him...
Not only is he his accomplice, but he is also a big shot that he cannot afford to offend.
"Where did I run away? I just came here to inform you." the magician returned cautiously, picked up the hat and put it on his head again, stood up angrily with half a civilized stick, and then patted his tuxedo gently.
There was dust and grass clippings on the clothes. After tidying up the messy clothes, he pointed at the coconut grove in the distance with his civilized stick. "There is an old friend there. I wonder if you dare to go see him."
"What a joke, who am I afraid of with my iron fist?" The short man glanced at the magician with contempt and said sarcastically. "Clown, did you get a good punch from someone just now, and then you thought of asking me for help?
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"Don't just follow other people's gossip, I'm a magician." The magician said forcefully, but he obviously lacked confidence in his heart. He took two steps back and waited until he was far away from the short man.
Just then he continued, "Iron Fist, haven't you long wanted to challenge the King of Killers? He is right in front."
The short man is Iron Fist, who was ranked 13th on the killer list in the past lone killer era. Just like his nickname, his trump card is a pair of giant hammer-like palms. This man has a violent nature and cruel methods. In the lone killer era, his trump card is a pair of giant palms.
Notorious.
In the dark world, the lone killers of the past are highly respected. While writing legends, they also strictly follow the rules passed down from generation to generation in the killer world. However, just like other fields, lone killers are not monolithic. There are also many heterogeneous elements among them.
Iron Fist is an outlier among outliers. Take the two lone killers in front of us as examples. The reason why Magician is despised by his peers is entirely because of his character flaws. He is as timid as a mouse but also cunning and cunning. Such a killer,
In the era of lone killers who acted openly and aboveboard, they were naturally classified as alien elements. If the magician was just despised by others, then Iron Fist was the anger of both men and gods. Just from the cruel method he used to slaughter his own people just now, it can be seen that this is
A complete alien, the rules passed down from generation to generation in the killer world have no effect on him.
"You mean the wind of hell." Iron Fist raised his head and laughed, his messy hair flying in the wind. "Interesting, interesting. It seems that this trip is really worth it."
"I knew you would be interested." A hint of cunning flashed in the magician's eyes, and he grinned dryly. "Iron Fist, as long as you kill the wind of hell, you will be the new king of killers."
Under the instigation of the magician, Iron Fist seemed extremely excited, waving his fists wildly and cracking his knuckles.
"I'm going to crush all his bones inch by inch."
"You can definitely do it, because you are an iron fist, and your punching power can break open monuments and crack rocks. With such domineering punching power, even the wind of hell cannot withstand three punches." The magician calmly delivered a punch.
Flattery, then quietly moved two steps to the side. "I'll leave this to you. I'll go to the manor to clean up the flowers. As long as I can get rid of that stinky bitch, we can smoothly return to Europe and enjoy life."
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"Europe is not suitable for you, you should all go to hell."
With a calm voice and a calm smile, Ye Feng slowly walked out of the coconut grove with his hands behind his back.
"The wind of hell, it is indeed you." Iron Fist waved his hand to Ye Feng eagerly. "Come on, let me see if your kung fu is as magical as the rumors say."
"I always thought that you would change your mind after retiring, but I didn't expect that you would still eat shit." Ye Feng looked at Iron Fist, slowly stretched out his right hand, and drew a beautiful arc on his chest. "Okay, just let it go.
I act on behalf of heaven and seek justice for the souls of those who died tragically."
"We are all killers, so stop talking nonsense. Let's compete with each other with fists and feet."
The magician spoke beautifully, but he stepped back as usual. "Iron Fist, we are divided into two groups. I will go to the manor to clean up..."
"You can't go anywhere but hell."
Ye Feng interrupted the magician's words and took the lead in launching an attack. He raised his left hand, and blood shot out of the air, quickly blending into the vast night.
The sound of breaking wind was getting closer and closer, but there was no trace within the field of vision. The magician frowned and stepped back repeatedly, barely escaping the sharp force. The black short knife used by Ye Feng, the magician before
He has seen it before, but this unpredictable phoenix dance reincarnation is a trick he has never seen before. The magician was secretly surprised, and at the same time he shouted that he was lucky. Just when his expression was slightly relieved, his expression changed again.
It became more solemn. The black dagger that just passed by came back, circling and turning back, and the speed was much faster than before.
The whistling sound was like thunder, and the magician could even feel the chill coming from the blade.
Damn, I failed this time. When did the wind of hell learn to do tricks? With doubts in his heart, the magician fell to the ground, and the elegant bowler hat rolled forward on the grass, getting farther and farther away from its owner.
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In a flash of lightning, the magician died on the spot. Iron Fist was shocked, but at the same time, it also aroused the violence in his heart.
He raised his arms and punched with lightning speed. The powerful force whipped up a gust of wind, blowing Ye Feng's clothes with a roar. But this extremely domineering iron fist was blocked by Ye Feng in an understatement, and just like that.
At the moment when the arms of both sides met, something strange happened. The force exerted by the iron fist was like a mud cow entering the sea, disappearing without a trace in an instant. At the same time, a soft force continued to come from Ye Feng's hand, just like
It was like pushing, forcing him to retreat.
Ye Feng's smile became even stronger, he crossed his arms and danced, and his body swayed from side to side, like surging spring water, making ripples one after another.
Recalling that the magician had been stabbed to death inexplicably before, Iron Fist roared, "What tricks are you playing again?"
"This is Tai Chi, which uses softness to overcome hardness, lightness to refute heavyness, slowness to hit fastness, and stillness to move. This is the essence of traditional Chinese martial arts."
"Conquer strength with softness." Iron Fist laughed loudly and punched again. "Go ahead and lie to the devil, I won't be fooled by you."
Iron Fist's arrogance made him suffer again. Ye Feng waved his palm in a circle, completely removing the force exerted by Iron Fist. At the same time, a strong force was generated in his hand, like a rope binding. No matter how much Iron Fist pulled his hand,
I just couldn't get my arm back.
"Crack", the sound of bones bursting.
The sound came from Iron Fist's right hand, which had shattered countless opponents' heads.
Sweating profusely, Iron Fist endured the severe pain in his wrist and punched hard with his left hand again.
This was a desperate fight, and the punch was as violent as a storm. Although the momentum was strong, the effect was unchanged, and it disappeared as quickly as before. The weak strength was stirring between the two bodies, and the iron fist's left hand was in vain.
It fell down. Ye Feng's body still swayed left and right, causing ripples. As the iron fist receded, Mian Li bounced back. Ye Feng seemed to have been hit by Mian Li, and his body suddenly floated backwards.
He came out, then drew an arc with his hands, quickly stopped his retreat, and his body floated leisurely behind Iron Fist like a falling leaf.
This series of movements was done in one go and was extremely beautiful. Iron Fist was dumbfounded, but then he realized the danger.
It was a threat from hell, a pair of big hands climbed up to his neck silently, and then there was a sound that he had long heard.
The crackling sound of the neck bones is clear and loud, deafening and vibrating.
Iron Fist fell to the ground, with a trace of regret and a trace of confusion, and closed his eyes forever.
Without the two leading figures, the opponent's position was in chaos without a fight, and the battle in the manor was slowly coming to an end.
Entering the manor, Ye Feng found Bianhuahua in a house. The eldest sister of the Blood Rose Killer Organization had been fighting fiercely for three hours, and the white clothes on her body had been dyed red by the enemy's blood. It seemed that she had expected it.
, the eldest sister was not surprised by Ye Feng's arrival. A knowing smile flashed across her lips, and she waved the rose dagger and killed the last masked killer in the room.
The eldest sister returned the sword to its sheath and carefully wiped the blood on the soft whip with a silk handkerchief. "My little M, why are you here?"
"I was very worried when I learned that your headquarters was besieged by the enemy, so I followed Blue Iris here."
"Worried." The eldest sister's tone changed, and there was a hint of joy in her eyes. "Humph, I didn't see you until the end of the battle, and you said you were worried about us."
This situation was exactly the same as the one in the Golden Triangle years ago. Ye Feng laughed.
"I'm talking about beauty. I just killed two powerful enemies in a row, Iron Fist and Magician. They are both famous figures in the era of lone killers."
"Oh." Upon hearing these two names, Bianhua couldn't help but be moved, but only for a moment, and then a playful smile appeared on her face. "I don't care how many enemies you kill, I only remember that I am your daughter
Master, now the mistress is in danger, but you are arguing with others outside, tell me whether you deserve to be punished."
"I am a meritorious person and should be rewarded."
Bang, Bianhua waved her soft whip and exploded a whip flower in the air. "I'll reward you with ten thousand whips, okay?"
"Beauty, stop joking, you really should reward me." Ye Feng smiled lightly, took two steps forward, and then threw out his trump card. "I didn't come alone this time, I brought someone to you.
In order to resolve the conflict between you, I have worn out my words."
The smile on Bianhua's face froze, she was dubious but extremely excited. "You mean Third Sister, you really found her."
"Of course, Blood Rose is in the manor now." Ye Feng looked at Bianhua with a smile. "I said beauty, should you give me a first-class merit this time, and then give me a grand prize...
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"I'll mark you with a special merit." The faint fragrance floated, the beautiful figure flashed past, and a black thing fell into Ye Feng's hand.
"My little m, this is the reward given to you by the master. Now the whip is handed over to you. You can whip it on yourself anytime and anywhere."
Holding the long black soft whip, Ye Feng turned around and stared at the eldest sister who was gradually going away, with a smile on his face.
I hope you two sisters can shake hands and make peace, otherwise I will whip your butts with a whip.