Chapter five hundred and fiftieth eight: the thunderous title
"Iron cloth shirt?" Zhan Mut fell into petrification, and his neck turned stiffly, facing Master Zhou Hong, over there.
"Sin obstacle, I have inherited Huaxia for 5,000 years, and there are many martial arts so much that you can't imagine it!"
Zhou Hongyang smiled slangly with his eyebrows: "The iron cloth shirt is one of the signature martial arts of the Buddhist gate. How can your alien can steal a finger to break the name of Egypt?"
"Damn!"
Zhanmut scolded poisoning. He shook his head and suddenly launched an attack while Zhao Fan was not prepared. This time, he was exhibited by the other three stunts, named Wuying Hand.
His right hand is equivalent to abolition, so he took the left hand.
The palm of the five fingers is like a seven -like distinguished which is a virtual shadow.
At this time, Zhao Fan moved, his right hand turned his palm, and then he sounded the shaking dragon yin, and greeted the opponent's offensive straight.
Long Yin appeared, and the seven palm shadows of Zhan Mut disappeared immediately, and there was a real entity left ...
He realized that he was not good.
Zhao Fan's extremely overbearing palm, accurately hit Zhamut's left hand.
Click!
Another bone cracking sound echoed in the ears of thousands of audiences.
Zhanmut's entire left arm was twisted like a wide noodle, and his body fell heavily to the ground.
"This is the litter of Huaxia martial arts." Zhao Fan's faint voice sounded, "It is a palm method that I think is more garbage, but it crushes your Egyptian martial arts."
The eyes of Zhou Hong and his nine disciples suddenly regarded Jiangzhou Wuzun as the god of heaven.
"The legendary rising palm?"
"It is worthy of Jiangzhou Wuzun, with the sound effect of one move and one style, that dragon chant, let me have an illusion of a real dragon."
They talked quietly.
Zhou Hong said with emotion: "Don't you notice that the momentum of the palm of Wuzun in Jiangzhou is indeed like a dragon in the air? He does use only the innate level of power.
, But showed the long -lost Shenglong palm to the extreme, exactly the same as the record I saw in the ancient book, "
A family of joy, there is a family crying.
The blonde and referees in the audience, as well as many audiences who supported the Emperor who spiked the emperor, seemed to be irrigated by glue and could not make a hint. They looked at the Chinese youth who were all under the god of heaven.
Killing the emperor's handless palm has never been used in the past. At the beginning of the exhibition, they were addicted in their hearts, and they felt that they were too handsome in one hand, but they were not handsome for a second, and they were beaten back to the original shape.
Disdible by the opponent's domineering lift ...
Zhao Fan calmly hooked the fingers on the ground, "Get up, don't you still have a trick of Egyptian physical technique? This is also the last chance."
Zhanmut's heart was occupied by deep fear. At this time, after listening to this, I felt that I had been humiliated unprecedentedly. I forgot the pain of my hands and stood up.
With legs, Egyptian physical techniques, invincible in the world! "
After speaking, he exhibited the Chinese martial arts of the anti -killing crusher, and the ground god split!
In addition, the legs that go all out are used together to turn into V -shaped, and the two knees collide straight like the locomotive.
Zhao Fan had no intention of hiding at all. He raised his left hand as calmly as a breeze, and only his index and middle fingers were stretched out on that hand...
Between the electric light and flint.
In front of the big screen in the sight of thousands of spectators, Zhanmut, who was attacking like crazy, had not even hit the Chinese young man with his knees. As the opponent made two lightning-like strokes with his fingers, he flew backwards like a cannonball.
After landing, it dragged on the ground for a distance of ten meters.
Zhanmut's body was curled up into a shrimp, and his hands were tightly covering his vitality. He let out a painful howl from his mouth and could not get up again.
On the white cloth, the blood stains were centered on the hand covering the area, spreading like a big rose in bloom!
"ah!!!"
Zhanmut put a hand in front of his eyes. When he saw it was full of blood, he screamed in despair, "My lifeblood..."
Then, his eyelids rolled up and he became motionless. He didn't know whether he was unconscious or dead.
And Zhao Fan's explanation voice once again fell into the ears of the audience, "This is a Chinese martial art... the monkey steals the peach."
Looking around, everyone in the audience was asking each other in confusion:
"Monkey steals peaches?"
"This name is so strange..."
"Look at the crotch of the emperor who was killed instantly. It's full of blood. He was castrated?"
"What I stole was not a peach, it was clearly an egg!"
"Hahahaha, I feel sorry for Egyptian Taijutsu, but forgive me for laughing!"
It was originally a serious duel, but it ended bizarrely in laughter.
Chen Chun'er, who was in front of the iron pillar on the south side of the ring, also burst into laughter. She really didn't expect that her senior brother's last move would be the shocking monkey stealing peach. This can't be called Chinese martial arts. It's just a low-class gangster.
What a trick!
Grandmaster Zhou Hong and his nine disciples had the opposite reaction. After they were shocked, they looked thoughtfully at Zhanmut, whose life or death was uncertain. A simple trick that was not on the stage, performed at the innate level, turned out to be perfect.
Defeat and counterattack the Li Di Divine Cleave?
Zhao Fan didn't know that his impromptu monkey-stealing peach opened a door to a new world for the martial arts of Grandmaster Zhou Hong and his disciples.
He had no time to care about what the other party thought, but slowly walked up to Zhanmut in the midst of everyone's attention.
This person no longer needs to exist in the world.
Zhao Fan raised his foot and landed gently on Zhan Mut's back.
In the eyes of others, there was no force at all, it was just a provocative action, but when the Chinese young man moved his foot away, a bloody hole in the shape of a shoe appeared on the back of the Instant Kill Emperor...
Everyone's pupils shrank suddenly, and more than half of the audience's pants got wet.
That seemingly harmless young man seemed to be a terrifying big devil in the eyes of many people.
now.
Zhao Fan walked out of the ring without looking back, passed through the gap between the iron pillars on the south side when he came in, and said: "Chun'er, Jieshi Bang, let's go back."
"Jiangzhou Wu Zun..."
Grandmaster Zhou Hong and his nine disciples chased after him, their expressions full of pleading.
Zhao Fan glanced at them lightly, then turned his gaze to the commentary box over there. He looked at the blonde beauty and the referee, "You should have died for insulting me, China, but I don't want to dirty my hands, so I will spare your lives.
These ten Chinese warriors will be sent back to China no matter where they came from. If there is even one missing hair, I will annihilate the underground Black Boxing Company and even...the Western Extraordinary World!"
"Who is your Excellency?"
The blonde stunner shivered. Her underwear was wet to the point where her high heels were soaked. She didn't stop the incontinence until there was no drop of liquid in her bladder. Because the other party's tone was not deliberate, as light as the wind blowing on her face, but
Like an emperor who dominates all living beings, he makes people want to surrender without any resistance.
"Jiangzhou Wu Zun."
After Zhao Fan finished speaking, he, Chen Chun'er, and Jie Shibang became three silhouettes under everyone's gaze, and finally disappeared outside the gate.
moment.
The huge venue exploded!
"Jiangzhou Wu Zun? I've heard of him!"
"That peerless genius from China, even the Japanese sword master failed to successfully attack and kill him..."
"Oh my god, why is he here? He is just like the one in the legend, so powerful that it makes me look up at the sky!"
"Chinese martial arts are by no means an exaggeration, and what Jiangzhou Wu Zun showed is definitely the tip of the iceberg. On the other hand, the Egyptian physical skills that killed the emperor in an instant are just like a clown!"
The blond beauty listened to the continuous discussion and fell to the ground like a climax. Her eyes were distracted and she murmured: "It's Jiangzhou Wu Zun... I can't keep my position..."
The referee, even more dejected, came to the body of a gunman not far away, knelt on the ground, picked up the gun, pointed it at his temple, and reluctantly pulled the trigger.
A blood flower of atonement blooms.
However, among the thousands of viewers who were immersed in the discussion surrounding Jiangzhou Wuzun, no one paid attention to this scene.
…
On the other side, Jie Shibang drove Zhao Fan and Chen Chun'er back to the hotel. On the way, his face turned red and he kept chattering, "Chinese God, are you the incarnation of God? When fifty guns fired, I
I was so scared that I almost pooped my pants!”
"Sorry, I don't think there is such a thing as God."
Zhao Fan shrugged his shoulders.
"Excuse my incoherence." Jia Shibang turned his head and said with fiery eyes: "Can you teach me about that monkey stealing peaches?"
"Concentrate on driving."
Zhao Fan closed his eyes and was too lazy to communicate with the other party.
Jie Shibang continued to drive in despair. After he regained his composure, he realized what kind of person the other party was. If he didn't move, it would be shocking. If he moved, it would be earth-shattering. He was not worthy of talking to him at all...
In fact, this is not the case.
Because Zhao Fan felt that the cause and effect with Jieshi Bang had not been triggered yet, so it was better to have less contact, so as not to disrupt his fate.
After arriving at Croix Hotel, Zhao Fan and Chen Chun'er got out of the car and let Jieshi Bang leave without saying anything.
"Senior brother, have you ever considered teaching Monkey to steal peaches to Qianqian?" Chen Chun'er asked jokingly.
Zhao Fan felt like there was a gust of cold wind passing between the gap between his legs. He cleared his throat and said: "Okay, when I teach Qianqian, I will use you as a test subject to demonstrate to her. This martial art is good for men and women.
All women can use it..."
"Well."
Chen Chun'er's cheeks turned red to her ears, she quickly lowered her head and said, "Goodbye, it's better to say goodbye."
Zhao Fan secretly laughed in his heart and said: "Hmph... you kid, you are still very young when you are making fun of me."
Not long after, when he was taking the room card to open the door, an unexpected scene fell into his eyes, so that even Chen Chun'er behind him was stunned.
Lying on the floor were a group of figures of all kinds, including men and women, old and young, but they all exuded the extraordinary and unique aura of the West. Most of them were at the martial master level, and there was even a saint-level existence among them!
Not only that, everything in the aura is evil and dark.
However, the expressions of everyone were in complete contrast with their realm. There was endless regret among the grievances, and they were about to cry without tears...
The dragon baby and Yingying, as if playing a game, jumped back and forth and chased these Western extraordinary bodies, as if they were using them as human trampolines.
The Sky-Screaming Demon Eagle is responsible for counting. Whoever hits the other three times first will lose the round. Then they will switch identities and continue to jump and chase happily.
Zhao Fan and Chen Chun'er looked at each other, and he asked inexplicably: "Who are these?"
"Ah? The boss is back, tweet..."
"Oh~~~Unlucky, I can't have all the fun!"
Baby Dragon and Yingying were like children who had been caught in trouble. They immediately jumped to the ground and stood in front of Zhao Fan, looking extremely well-behaved.
The pressure on the powerful group of Western Extraordinaires suddenly decreased. When they could see the appearance of the incoming person, they almost died suddenly without taking a breath!
Everyone never expected that the kings of many ethnic groups in the Dark Holy See, and the Holy Witch second only to the Dark Lord, would personally lead the team. In the end, they did not even see the target, but because of a Samoyed and a big fart.
The starlings who clicked were completely wiped out!