Ximen Lang opened his sister's hand with force and said in a deep voice: "I have no cowardly habit of not daring to accept challenges!" Then he walked out with vigorous steps.
There was helplessness in Zhang Juanjuan's bright eyes. He looked at his younger brother's back and was secretly worried. The father and son were about to fight. What should they do? Dad's kung fu was invincible. If he accidentally hurt Xiaolang, he would be in trouble!
Anxiously, Zhang Juanjuan walked out quickly.
The moonlight was weak, and there were two middle-aged men standing in the open space in the iron cage. They were almost the same in height and shape. If you just looked at the back, the two men were exactly the same. They were so similar. However, if you looked at the appearance from the front, the two men looked alike.
They are very different from each other, one is handsome and handsome, the other is ugly, forming a sharp contrast.
Zhang Juanjuan stood on the right, looking at the two of them with clear eyes, feeling uneasy and said hurriedly: "Dad, I beg you, please don't do anything to him, it will be terrible if something goes wrong!
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Zhang Xiaofeng angrily scolded: "Shut up, you have no place to speak here."
Among the group of brothers and sisters, except for the weirdo Ximen Lang, they were all afraid of their father. Zhang Juanjuan was scolded and did not dare to speak out anymore. The crystal tears flashed in his eyes and were about to fall.
A hint of murderous intent flashed in Zhang Xiaofeng's eyes, and he said in a cold voice: "Your courage is the first time I have encountered it in recent years. Now, let me see if your skill is directly proportional to your courage. If you
What a
You are a master. If you can go through ten moves under me, I will not object to your dating Juan Juan." He secretly had murderous intentions in his heart. You are such an ugly toad who wants to eat swan meat. I will never spare you. I will kill you with one move.
Kill.
As a former gang leader, Zhang Xiaofeng was unparalleled in martial arts and had killed countless people. For him, killing the guy in front of him with one move would not be difficult or unbearable.
Ximen Lang said coldly: "You will see it soon. I hope you can keep your word and stop interfering in my relationship with Juan Juan after ten moves." He thought in his heart, although the other party's kung fu is unpredictable,
However, my current martial arts skills are not in vain. I can be regarded as a first-class master. I should be able to catch ten moves if I go all out.
"Don't worry, I always stick to my word, just take the initiative."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Xiaofeng suddenly took action, and the deep power of the eighth-level Hunyuan Gong surged throughout his body. As the palm leaked out, the power surrounded the surroundings, the air surged, and the power was astonishing. It was exactly a move in the Huashan Poyu Fist.
Landslide and tsunami.”
With murderous intent in his heart, Zhang Xiaofeng used his 80% power to launch a fatal blow.
Seeing the power of this blow, Ximen Lang felt the strong wind blowing on his face, and his face suddenly changed color. Although he had seen his father practicing martial arts more than once, he had never seen him actually kill someone. Only then did he realize that,
The opponent's punches are so fast and powerful that I am afraid that only my master, the green-robed ancestor, can compete with him in this world.
Seeing that his father was serious about it, Zhang Juanjuan shouted in panic, "Dad, please don't hurt him..."
However, Zhang Xiaofeng had no intention of showing any mercy and continued to strike fiercely with his iron fist.
Ximen Lang was extremely frightened and did not dare to meet this move. He hurriedly dodged and used his magic skills to the extreme to avoid this move, but failed. He only dodged the vital part of his chest.
"Bang!"
A heavy punch hit Ximenlang's left arm. Although he was protected by a golden bell, Zhang Xiaofeng's punch was too fierce. This punch almost broke his arm. The pain was piercing to the bones, making him groan.
, and then kicked his legs fiercely in an attempt to counterattack.
Zhang Xiaofeng was slightly stunned. Unexpectedly, the ugly monster almost avoided this move. His iron fist only hit the opponent's arm. Moreover, the guy actually counterattacked after the heavy punch. This alone made him extremely surprised.
, thinking secretly, this guy's martial arts are very high, enough to compete with my fierce general Nie Zhandong, he should not be underestimated.
Seeing the opponent's flying kick, Zhang Xiaofeng snorted coldly and said: "You dare to compete with me in leg skills, you are just like everyone else." He turned around quickly, used his invincible mandarin duck kick, and kicked out twice. The first kick was towards Lang Dexi.
The raised leg kicked the guy in front of the door with the second kick.
Generally speaking, the competition between masters is about speed and strength, followed by the subtlety of moves. Without the first two, the third one is just like floating clouds.
However, Ximen Lang was always one step behind Zhang Xiaofeng. Although he kicked first, his speed was not as fast as that of his opponent. When his right foot was about to kick Zhang Xiaofeng's chest, Zhang Xiaofeng's left foot was also about to kick.
Kicked him in the leg.
Although Ximen Lang knew that if he didn't pull his legs back, he would easily be kicked by his father and break his bones, but if he really pulled his legs back, he might not have such a good opportunity in the future.
Thinking of this, Ximen Lang made up his mind, gritted his steel teeth, and continued to kick his right leg over without any intention of dodging. It was obvious that he would not hesitate to do anything.
Zhang Xiaofeng frowned, what did this bastard do? He didn't care that he would be injured and adopted a lose-lose style of play. How courageous! He naturally couldn't see the other side as well, so he quickly dodged and avoided.
The life-defying move finally worked, and Ximen Lang got the upper hand. He jumped up suddenly, roared, and swung his fists like a storm, hitting his father like a mad tiger.
Zhang Xiaofeng felt that the other party's deep inner strength was exactly the same as his. He couldn't help but be stunned and asked in his heart: What's going on? He also uses Hunyuan Gong, and he has practiced it to the sixth level. He is actually the highest level Hunyuan in the world besides me.
Successor, strange!
Moreover, the punches used by the opponent were so cruel and evil that they looked very familiar, as if they had seen them somewhere somewhere before!
When masters compete with each other, life and death can only be determined in an instant!
Zhang Xiaofeng was stunned for a moment when Ximen Lang's rapidly attacking fist had already touched his chest. Although Ximen Lang knew in his heart that the opponent's martial arts skills were incredible and that even if he struck with all his strength, he would not be able to injure him, but after all, that was
His biological father, even if he severed the relationship between father and son, could not change the fact that his body was covered with the other's blood. And how could he punch down this punch so hard!
Suddenly, Ximenlang's iron fist left Zhang Xiaofeng's chest, passed through the opponent's clothes, and hit the opponent's arm.
Suddenly, Zhang Xiaofeng was even more stunned. What was he doing? Why didn't he hit me hard with his fist when he encountered that golden opportunity? Why did he show mercy...