Various cars speeded past on the bridge, leaving only the sound of engines starting.
Under the bridge.
The two figures intertwined, like two ferocious beasts.
Keep biting each other.
As the fists and feet intersected, sounds as dull as rags continued to be heard, and one party gradually fell into a disadvantage.
boom!
There was a sound like frying beans.
The fist landed heavily on the chest, and with the sound of bone and flesh colliding and the crisp sound of bone cracking, a figure flew out and fell outside the bridge hole.
Night gradually falls.
The neon lights in the distance have turned on, and the city is brightly lit like daylight.
The rain continued to fall, sprinkling on Brother Yong's body.
The cold rain wet his whole body, and a gust of wind blew by, making the surface of his body soaked by the rain feel cold, but it was still no match for the coldness in his heart.
Brother Yong clutched his chest and stood up with difficulty.
At this time, his body was covered with wounds, his eyes were swollen, and he was panting continuously.
He looked at Feng Yuxiu in front of him with some disbelief.
How is this possible?
How could someone be proficient in so many boxing techniques?
The opponent has just performed at least three or four kinds of boxing techniques, and he has practiced each boxing technique extremely proficiently. He is a practitioner of mixed boxing, but he has only dabbled in other boxing techniques.
He knew how incredible this was.
"senior."
There were still no injuries on Feng Yuxiu's body, and he didn't even have shortness of breath. "Your fist is already soft and is not strong enough."
Brother Yong tried hard to open his swollen eyes, trying to see Feng Yuxiu clearly in front of him, but the scene he saw became more and more blurry, but he still tried hard to keep his eyes open.
Feeling the trembling of the body and the overwhelming pain from various parts of the body, I couldn't help but sigh in my heart.
He is getting older, his physical strength has declined, and his fists are not as strong as before.
I have been boxing my whole life.
It looks like he is going to die in this strange place.
Think back on your life.
From practicing diligently as a child, to entering the martial arts world as an adult, fighting with others to earn a little bit of fame. Later, as the fame gradually grew, the hidden scars of fighting bravely in youth gradually appeared, and I began to cultivate my health.
Why have you been practicing so hard?
But the loser does not lose the formation.
Brother Yong spit out a mouthful of bloody spit.
He laughed and said, "You kid, you're just bullying me for being older. If I were twenty years younger, it wouldn't be a problem to beat you three times."
But what was waiting was not nonsense, but a burst of air-piercing fist wind.
Bang!
This punch collided hard with the face.
There was a crisp sound of bone cracking, and the head flew out of the body with the remaining strength, falling into the rain.
There was no more ups and downs in the body.
Blood slowly flowed out from the seven orifices.
This punch actually turned the inside of his head into a ball of paste.
Feng Yuxiu stood there.
Feeling the memory coming from his mind and the faint warmth in his body, he glanced at Brother Yong's body lying in the rain.
"Thank you, senior, for the generous gift!"
Feng Yuxiu hugged his fists towards Brother Yong's body, with a satisfied smile on his lips.
Turn around and walk into the rain.
.......
Snap!
The security door is closed, blocking out the sound of rain.
Fang Jin put his umbrella in the rain gear bucket at the entrance, turned on the lights in the house, and looked at the empty house, his expressionless face softened a bit.
He walked to the living room and sat down, placing the wooden sword in his hand next to him.
He just came back from school.
Because I couldn't resist the requests of some club elders, I had to teach the new club members some basic swordsmanship.
Thinking of the full crowd of people in the swordsmanship club, Fang Jin sighed.
Although he became famous in the first battle and became a famous figure on campus, he himself was extremely unwilling to do so.
The tree is big and attracts the wind.
Originally, he was relatively transparent in the theater, but because of that video, he was instantly recognized by almost everyone in the audience.
Even if you are disguised, you will still be recognized.
He could even feel the strange look in the policeman's eyes when he went to the police station to take notes.
Make him very uncomfortable.
He would rather stay quiet and be a transparent person.
Fortunately, there are many people like him, so he doesn't attract too much attention.
It's a pity that the memory is still not acquired today.
This made him a little disappointed.
Ever since he acquired his memory in the movie theater, he has been in almost every movie.
I just want to capture the memory again.
But except for the Xingyiquan acquired by the first generation grandmaster, he never gained any memory after that.
Can one person only get it once?
Fang Jin closed his eyes.
During this time, he has been studying the laws of movie theaters, hoping to find the laws that movie theaters "endow" with memories, but he has undoubtedly failed.
Whether it's a sense of substitution or a strong idea.
He tried various conjectures several times, but still gained nothing.
Fang Jin took the wooden sword and looked at it.
Is there no other way to give up on swordsmanship?
Fang Jin was a little reluctant. He just liked swordsmanship, so he joined the swordsmanship club. He had practiced swordsmanship for many years. If he was asked to give up, he would really be reluctant.
But he only knows some basic swordsmanship.
The reason why I was able to defeat those few people was because of my foundation in Xingyiquan. Otherwise, it would never have been so easy.
Sighed.
Fang Jin took out his mobile phone.
Click to open a deeply hidden folder, which contains a downloaded video.
Open it gently.
The phone's screen slowly lit up.
The video is not long, only about a few minutes, and the picture quality is a bit blurry and shaky.
But Fang Jin looked at it very seriously.
In the video, there is a small park. Four men in strange clothes are surrounding a woman holding a sword. They are fighting fiercely with fists and swords.
When it was almost over, Fang Jin's eyes brightened and he stared closely.
In the video.
A strong figure flashed out from the crowd, took the long sword in the woman's hand, and shot it at the four people like an arrow. A cold light flashed, and blood spurted out. The four people fell to the ground and died almost at the same time.
Kill four with one sword.
The grace of this sword simply made Fang Jin's heart surge.
Even though he had watched it countless times, he still felt excited.
This is the swordsmanship he wants to practice.
After watching it several times, Fang Jin reluctantly closed the video.
He downloaded the video when he found it. Sure enough, an hour after he downloaded it, the video could not be found.
After all, it is a murder video, so it is only natural that it cannot be preserved.
It would be great if I had this kind of swordsmanship.
Sighed.
Fang Jin was ready to persist.
He believes that as long as he persists, he will get the memory he wants sooner or later.
Fang Jin stood up and walked towards the bedroom, preparing to change into regular home clothes.
I just opened the bedroom door.
A cold light flashed through, and Fang Jin's eyes narrowed.
PS: For the second update, I feel like I can’t hold on any longer. I’ll continue with two more updates tomorrow.
Thanks to me, who is illiterate, for the 1,000-point reward, to Li Mojie for the 100-point reward, and to You Meng Ye for the 100-point reward.
