It was accompanied by the sound of cracking bones.
Boom!
The crisp sound stimulated the nerves of everyone present.
Under the heavy blow from the mountain, Karon received a solid punch in the chest. He flew backwards from the ground and flew seven or eight meters away before falling heavily to the ground.
What people saw at that time was: Caron spread his limbs, flew backwards, opened his mouth wide, and blood spurted out from his mouth, forming a thick mist of blood in front of him.
When Caron fell to the ground, everyone had not yet recovered from the shock.
The horses under Basong all stared blankly, completely unable to believe what was happening in front of them.
Even Basson, who had always been well-informed, was stunned. He was holding the wine glass, and he didn't even notice that the wine in the glass spilled on the back of his hand.
Not to mention those Thai beauties, all of them turned pale with fear and covered their mouths.
There are even more timid people who have lowered their heads and dare not look anymore.
Dead silence.
A long period of dead silence.
Bang bang bang!
Ding Chenggong was the first to break the silence and took the lead in applauding.
Basong's face was gloomy, and the smile on his face was a little stiff, but he still clapped along with Ding Chenggong to show his open-mindedness.
Several Thai horse boys quickly ran up, turned over Karon who was lying motionless on the ground, took a look, and then waved their hands to Basong, telling Basong that Karon might not be able to survive anymore.
A large amount of blood foam spurted out from Caron's mouth. Caron's face was pale, his breathing was rapid, and a deathly gray color had appeared in his eyes.
Dashan's punch broke several of his sternums, and the broken sternums pierced into his internal organs. Even the Great Luo Immortal could not save him.
Dashan glanced at Karon coldly, turned his back and walked back.
Ding Chenggong waved to Dashan to sit down.
Basong waved his hand and asked his horsemen to carry Caron's body out.
In the eyes of these gangsters, the life of their subordinate Ma Zai is not worth mentioning at all.
Although Basong was still a little unhappy in his heart, he did not show it at all. After all, he was the first to propose this fight. No wonder Ding Chenggong and the others.
A boss is a boss, and he still has the grace of a gangster.
Basong poured himself a glass of wine, then raised his glass and said, "Chinese Kung Fu is indeed well-deserved. It's a real feast for your eyes to see me today! Come on, Boss Ding, I'll toast you with a toast to express my high respect!"
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Ding Chenggong pretended to feel guilty, "Mr. Bassong, I'm so sorry. My men accidentally beat your men to death. It's really inappropriate!" Ding Chenggong
Although he seemed to be apologizing, his tone revealed a hint of joy and pride. After all, the mountain had grown up for him.
Basong could not be unaware of Ding Chenggong's psychological activities, but he just laughed and waved his hands gracefully: "Fistes and feet have no eyes, life and death are determined by destiny, it's normal!"
Ding Chenggong turned around and pretended to scold Dashan: "Dashan, what are you doing standing still? Hurry up and make amends to Mr. Basong!"
Dashan picked up a full glass of wine, held it up with both hands, and said respectfully to Basson: "Mr. Basson, I am here to apologize to you!"
"No! No need!" Basong squinted his eyes and exclaimed: "You are so young and promising!"
Then he said to Ding Chenggong with some envy: "I really envy you for having such excellent subordinates, unlike the guys under me who are just losers who only know how to eat, drink, whoring, gamble and smoke!"
Ding Chenggong smiled and said: "Mr. Basong, you are too humble!"
Basong smiled and turned to ask Dashan: "What was the Kung Fu move you just called? Why is your body glowing?"
Dashan said seriously: "The move just now is an authentic Chinese martial arts secret, called the Golden Bell Shield. It is a hard Qigong that protects the body. Not to mention fists, even ordinary swords cannot hurt me even a hair!"
When he said this, Dashan puffed out his chest and looked quite proud.
"Invulnerable? Real or fake?" When Basong heard what Dashan said, he immediately became interested, with a look of surprise and disbelief on his face.
Dashan said: "Of course it is true! There is absolutely no exaggeration! In front of Mr. Basong, no one dares to say big words casually!"
"Okay! Since everyone is so happy today, show me your magical kung fu performance. If the performance is wonderful, I will give you a reward!" Basong said happily.
Robin Hood sighed secretly in his heart: "These gangsters are really not fucking human beings. They have no humanity at all. Only one of his own men was beaten to death. He actually said that everyone is so happy today. How dare they take other people's lives?"
Are you here just for fun? Damn!"
Ding Chenggong flicked the ashes of his cigarette and said to Dashan: "Since Mr. Basong has spoken in person, you can just put on a show, otherwise it will be too disrespectful to Mr. Basong!"
Basong laughed loudly and said: "Hahaha! Okay! I want to see if Chinese Kung Fu is really that magical! Get the props!"
After a while, the horse boy below placed all the props for the performance on the grass.
A 1.5-meter-long machete with serrations on it, like shark's teeth, shining with an icy cold light.
A field saber, the blade is as thin as a piece of paper, very sharp, and there is a hollow blood groove in the middle. It looks like a murder weapon.
In addition, there is a black board ax with a sharp blade, like a crescent moon. This is the famous half-moon ax, which can disembowel someone with just one blow.
Looking at these three murderous weapons, many people had a look of surprise on their faces.
They looked at the mountains with suspicion. Can the mountains really work?
Just now, Caron just used his fists to attack him. Any master who has received resistance training should be able to withstand it. But if he claims to have some kind of invulnerable golden bell magic skill, is it too much to boast?
Basong asked Dashandao again: "Are you sure there is no problem?"
"OK!" Dashan stood up and walked to the grass calmly.
Then under everyone's surprised gazes, Dashan sat down cross-legged and began to use his internal energy.
Deep in the Dantian, a warm current slowly overflowed, and then flowed throughout the body along the eight extraordinary meridians.
Everyone clearly saw that the muscles on Dashan's body bulged, and the rapid flow of blood caused his skin to reveal a strange dark red color. Then, the dark red color on his skin receded and slowly turned into a layer of gold, which gradually spread throughout the body.
whole body.
At this time, I heard Dashan yell loudly: "Yeah!", and then opened his eyes suddenly.
"Can we start?" Basson asked.
Dashan nodded and said with great momentum: "Come on!"
Basong said: "What should people who need me do?"
Dashan said: "It's very simple, let them choose weapons at will, and then use all their strength to kill me!"
Basong's cheek twitched slightly: "Is this true?"
"Seriously!" Dashan looked very calm. He had absolute confidence in his magical power of the Golden Bell.
The people around him exclaimed and started talking about it. This request sounded too ridiculous and unbelievable. The three weapons on the scene were all murderous weapons. Not to mention using all their strength, even a slight scratch on a person would kill him.
It is a wound that is difficult to heal. Can this guy from China really withstand the attack of weapons? Does he really think he is Iron Man?
"Okay!" Basson said enthusiastically: "I can't wait! I hope you can succeed, but I don't want you to die in front of me!"
After saying this, Basong raised his chin at a horse boy next to him: "Go up and try!"
The horse boy took the order, walked to the mountain, looked at the three weapons, and chose the extremely lethal horse-zapping sword. Everyone knew the power of this horse-zapping sword, and in the hands of a master like Robin Hood,
In the hand, this kind of sword can easily split a person's head, and can even split the hard skull in half.
Ma Zai picked up the sword and waved it twice in the air. The sword cut through the air and made a whirring sound.
Everyone opened their eyes wide and held their breath.
"Ah!" Ma Zai suddenly shouted, swung his sword and slashed at Dashan's back.
Something astonishing happened. There was a crisp sound, as if the saber had struck an iron plate.
The horse boy stood there in a daze, looking at the intact mountain, feeling a little dazed for a moment.
"Can't you start and focus more?" Dashan said coldly.
The horse boy spat into his palm, raised his sword again, shouted, and slashed hard at Dashan's back.
when!
A clearer crisp sound came.
A string of sparks flew up from the back of the mountain, and a counter-shock force was transmitted back to Ma Zai's arm. Ma Zai let out a strange scream, and the saber flew backwards from his hand, inserting it into the grass at an angle.
Look at that horse boy, his face is full of pain, his hands are broken, and blood is flowing.
There was dead silence in the whole place.
Everyone was stunned. No one thought that the horse-cutting knife did not even hurt the hair of Dashan, but shocked the horse boy. This... this Chinese Kung Fu is really amazing!
After a brief silence, the whole audience was in an uproar, with Basson taking the lead in clapping.
"Who else wants to try it?" Dashan asked expressionlessly.
"I'll do it!" A horse boy volunteered to stand up. He walked quickly to the mountain and without thinking, he picked up the field saber. The cold light reflected from the blade shone on his face. He glanced at
Han turned his wrist, and the field saber pierced the air, letting out a quick whistling sound, and stabbed Dashan's heart fiercely.
At this moment, some people had already closed their eyes and couldn't bear to look.
Everyone knows that the heart is the most fragile and fatal part of the human body, but this guy's attack was really vicious, and he went straight to the biggest part of the human body.
