Volume 3 Dry Dragon is Fucking 91 Oriole is Behind
Volume 3, the dragon is behind, 91 the oriole is behind
There were two loud sounds of "wave" and "bang" at the same time, and the four palms were separated at the touch. The two figures seemed to be hit by a huge mallet, and flew backwards in the air. With two "dong dong" sounds, they fell. He rolled on the ground for a few times before getting up. In the night under the flashing neon lights around him, his two pairs of eyes showed a look of horror.
"Boy, who is your master?" Ye Wuya gasped and asked with great dissatisfaction. The palm he used to use the Dead Corpse Skill just now connected with Han Zi's palm, and Yin Han's palm power went smoothly at first. The ground was forced into his Laogong acupoint, and when he saw the corpse palm force entering his heart, the boy was heartbroken. Unexpectedly, as soon as the corpse palm force invaded the opponent's palm, the young man's palm suddenly grew. A force like a violent wind and waves not only pushed back all the palm energy that he had hit, but also a huge force that he was not familiar with at all hit his meridians. He was caught off guard. , was actually knocked away by these two powerful forces. At this time, his energy and blood were still surging, and his inner breath was difficult to calm down. And Yang Chihuan's situation was not much different from his.
Hanzi smiled calmly and said: "What master? I am a self-taught person. Do I need a master to teach me these tricks? Why are you talking so much nonsense? Don't you want my life? Why don't you fight me?"
Ye Wuya and Yang Chihuan suddenly winked, and Yang Chihuan suddenly stepped forward, slapped his palms up and down, and struck out eighteen palms in a row. Each palm strike was extremely fast. It seemed that it was him. The attack was at its limit. And he was very cunning. As soon as Hanzi wanted to connect with his palm force, he immediately changed his direction and hit another vital point. Between his palm force and Hanzi, a wave of hot air flowed. The air was constantly churning.
After all, Han Zi was young and lacked experience in fighting the enemy. When he encountered these cunning masters of the evil sect, he was in a hurry and felt that he was unable to cope with it. Fortunately, he was confident enough, and Yang Chihuan's attack Not one of the eighteen palms could hit him.
Suddenly, a cold energy came from behind. Hanzi knew that it must be Ye Wuya who asked Yang Chihuan to attack in front, but he ran to his back to sneak attack. Without thinking much at the moment, he made a backhand. When the palm was struck, the Qianlong Zhenqi surged, and a faint light shone from the hand. With a cry, the sharp Qianlong Zhenqi met Ye Wuya's full force attack from the air.
The huge Qianlong Zhenqi rolled up the air current like a turbulent wave, and there was only a loud "bang" sound. Ye Wuya's skinny body was hit on the chest by the strong air current, and his body flew out across the air. , fell sixteen or seventeen meters away, fell to the ground with a "bang", and was unable to move for a while.
However, at the same time, Hanzi felt a putrid smell assaulting his nostrils in the turbulence of the air. He was caught off guard and took two puffs in. His head suddenly felt dizzy and he was shocked: " Could it be that this old man is using the legendary poisonous palm?"
In the moment when he was dazed, Yang Chihuan suddenly gathered all his strength and struck his forehead with a palm. He could feel that the air seemed to be boiling.
At this moment, the dragon's true energy deep in his Yintang acupoint suddenly burst out. As soon as it came into contact with the putrid air that was breathed into his body, the putrid air turned around in fear as if it had encountered its nemesis. Escaped from outside his body, almost all of them were far away from his body in the blink of an eye.
However, at this time, Yang Chihuan's palm was only three or four inches away from his forehead. Hanzi suddenly roared and punched out with his right fist. This was his full blow in anger, and it was really as fast as lightning.
Unexpectedly, the second strike came first, and when Yang Chihuan's palm was still half an inch away from his forehead, his punch had already hit Yang Chihuan's right ribs from bottom to top, "Kaka
..." With several consecutive crisp sounds, Yang Chihuan's ribs had been broken by him, and his body also flew up diagonally with Hanzi's palm, forming an arc in the air.
, and fell thirty meters away with a "bang", "Porphyrin--", blood spurted out from his mouth, and then he collapsed to the ground and could not get up again.
Hanzi ignored him and turned around suddenly to look at Ye Wuya, only to see that he had climbed up, his face was ashen, and he looked at Hanzi with vicious eyes, as if he wanted to eat him alive.
Hanzi was aroused by his viciousness and walked towards him step by step.
Suddenly, he felt a flash of white light from a taller building opposite, and a huge energy came towards him. Sensing the power of this energy, he rushed Qianlong Zhenqi to face the huge energy.
, in just the moment he reacted, that energy rushed to his chest, stopped within less than a centimeter of his chest, and was still spinning at high speed. Although Hanzi stopped it in his own way
Outside his body, he felt a sharp pain at the center of the power. Apparently, the powerful impact deeply stimulated the nerves in his body.
It was a high-speed rotating bullet that was three centimeters longer and one-third thicker than an ordinary bullet!
Hanzi could feel the terrifying power of this bullet, which was several times more powerful than an ordinary pistol. It seemed that this was a bullet fired from an extremely advanced sniper rifle. Unexpectedly, he almost couldn't resist it.
live.
The other party really wanted to put himself to death. Not only did he let these two old men lead him to the roof of the building, but with the skills and insidiousness of these two old men, an ordinary person would have been killed by them n times.
The sniper on the tall building opposite was just a backup before. Seeing that the two old men couldn't take him down, he attacked.
After thinking about this, Hanzi gritted his teeth in hatred for the person who wanted to deal with him. He concentrated hard, and the bullet stopped and he put it in his hand. But when he looked back
, Ye Wuya and Yang Chihuan had already taken advantage of him to escape the sniper's bullets.
Looking towards the building, there was no shadow in that flash of light. Under the flashing neon lights, it was completely dark.
Holding the bullet in his hand, he turned around and returned to the seventeenth floor. At this time, Yun Haobo had just returned, and their room was open. Yun Haobo looked at the room and stood on the walkway to the bathroom.
"Brother Yun." Hanzi called him, and Yun Haobo turned around and asked, "Has anyone been here?"
Hanzi closed the door, handed him the bullet in his hand and said, "Brother Yun, look at what kind of bullet this is."
Yun Haobo took it over and looked at it, and said in shock: "This is the bullet for the PM-L06A1 high-precision sniper rifle. Where did you get it?"
Hanzi didn't expect that he could see the origin of the bullet at a glance, and with a look of shock on his face, he said that this gun must be something special, and smiled and said: "I almost died gloriously under this bullet just now."