Chapter seven hundred and fiftieth chapter afterlife mess with you
Chapter 754: Hún with you in the next life
He Shang came here, driving a Lucky electric motorcycle. He didn't bring any weapons. If he did have any weapons, he had a lot of vine seeds hidden in his vest with many pockets.
This is his magic weapon to defeat the enemy.
The five bald monks didn't seem to feel his arrival. They still sat cross-legged on the spot, their lips twitching, not knowing which mén sutra they were reciting.
He Shang parked the motorcycle and carefully locked the helmet and wheels together. Since the monks could pretend to recite thirteen sutras, he asked them to wait for a while.
Xu Qing turned around and hid in the bushes, squatting down behind two dense bushes. This place was a little far away from the beach, but he could barely see clearly, except that there were a few annoying mosquitoes surrounding his head.
The top of the mén is buzzing.
He Shang swung his arms and strolled to a position less than five meters away from the five great monks. He pointed at Hui Wu who was sitting in the front and shouted: "Hey, you five money-grubbing bald guys, what do you think?"
Just do it quickly, I don't have time to accompany you in chanting."
Huiwu didn't say anything, leaned his upper body forward and stood up. The four monks beside him also stood up, and their movements were uniform.
When He Shang saw the five people standing up, they took one step forward and were more than one meter closer. He tilted his head and looked at the five monks opposite him. When he saw the youngest Hui Wu, he narrowed his eyes slightly and thought secretly.
He said, this bald head has the most fragrant beans. It should be the monk's head. Let's beat him first.
Huiwu stood there, put his palms together and bowed to He Shang, and loudly announced the name of the Buddha: "Amitabha, this must be He Shang's donor, the poor monk Shaolin Huiwu."
He Shang smiled lightly and said: "In these days, all the monks in Shaolin Temple have become thugs, let's do some ink, let's get started!" Halfway through the words, he suddenly kicked his feet, and like a tiger, he went down the mountain and pounced on Hui Wu. Now in his mind
He only had one thought, hit the one with the scars first! He rushed forward and punched the opponent like lightning with his fists.
Huiwu was already prepared. He slid forward and rushed forward with his fists, as if he was stretching his face to be hit. The moment the wind of the fist hit his face, he turned around like a top to avoid it.
Two punches, a knee lift, and a flying kick to the opponent's lower back. This kick was so powerful that a muffled sound like a drum could be heard in the air.
He Shang didn't even look back, he thrust one palm out from under his ribs, and with the tiger's mouth, he caught Hui Wu's toes and lifted them up, using the Zhanyi Shiba Drop.
I have to go out to seize territory and conquer it almost every day, and I have mastered a set of Zhanyi Shibatu to a high level. As long as I do it, I can use these three axes naturally.
Hui Wu, who was lifted up by his toes, was not surprised but laughed. With the force of the upward lift, he bounced five feet, and kicked his opponent's head in the air with his legs. Puff puff - the shadows of the figure were sandwiched like leather.
The muffled sound that broke through the air instantly covered He Shang's head and face, and the fierce and fierce wind pressed all the short hair on his head down.
Although He Shang has entered the underground realm, the only skills he can use the most are Xu Qingjiao's Zhanyi Shibatuo and Guigu Dianxùe skills. They are naturally powerful swords for killing ordinary húnhún. Once faced with Hui Wu,
A disciple of the ancient martial arts sect who had experienced hundreds of battles became a linen embroiderer, showing off all his flaws.
Whoosh! He Shang gritted his teeth and turned his left palm up, and a green ivy flew out of the palm, like a winding spiritual snake that came out of the air and wrapped around Hui Wu's feet.
"Well done!" Hui Wu secretly laughed in his heart. He shrank his feet and turned in the counterclockwise direction. His whole body rotated several times in the air like a high-speed rotating propeller, and the invisible energy under his feet swept out like a sharp blade.
, only two soft sounds were heard, the ivy was cut into several pieces, and the person fell down.
"Little monk, I'll treat you to a braised lion's head!" Before Hui Wu's feet touched the ground, He Shang rushed up with a loud roar, bent his arm and punched the opponent's chin.
Húnhún's eye for timing in fights is absolutely top-notch, and there is no need to talk about any rules and regulations. The only purpose is to beat the opponent to the ground in the shortest possible time. He Shang was originally a street húnhún, and he was more fierce than usual when fighting.
The warrior is much stronger, so when we meet on a narrow road, we can only fight tooth and nail.
Hui Wu was not in a hurry, and when He Shang came, he stretched out his fist and hit the center of his eyebrows with a punch. For some reason, this punch came later but hit the center of He Shang's eyebrows first.
Anyone with a little bit of martial arts knowledge should understand that punching the eyebrows, máo, and shooting clothes are the two most commonly used feints by martial artists when fighting. It is often the safest way for the opponent to make this attack posture, because the opponent
Although it is fast, it has no real lethality. Just beat him in the same way.
How could He Shang know the meaning behind this? He just thought that his opponent's fist would hit his head the next moment. He was so frightened that he jumped back and bounced two meters away. This also gave Hui Wu the opportunity to put his feet in place.
On the ground, opportunities are fleeting due to lack of experience.
Hui Wu smiled indifferently, his feet touched the beach like a dragonfly touching the water, and his whole body shot towards He Shang's footing like a gray bird flying in the sky. He shouted in his mouth: "Four Elephant Arhat Formation!"
The four motionless monks were like dolls with clockwork on them. They did not move their legs, but moved three meters away on the ground, forming exactly four directions to surround He Shang.
They used the great movement technique among the seventy-two stunts, and what they wanted was this magical effect of being as if they were still moving.
He Shang's heart skipped a beat and he cursed secretly, "Damn it, I've encountered a tough situation today. These monks are not fucking fuel-efficient. I'm afraid there's no hope of breaking out. Damn it, I'll forget it."
Even if you risk more than a hundred kilograms, you will be covered in blood! He reached into his pocket and quickly pressed a shortcut key on his phone.
Phew! Hui Wu raised his palms and lowered them in the air, directly in front of He Shang's door. There was no chance for him to breathe, so he could only grit his teeth and wave his fists to face him with a tiger's roar.
Huiwu's inner strength was originally stronger than He Shang's, and with the help of authentic Shaolin Kung Fu, he had an overwhelming advantage in the fight. Although He Shang had special powers to cooperate, his opponent had already attacked him.
The method was clear to Xiōng. No matter how he changed his moves, he never had the slightest chance. In just over ten encounters, he was forced to only parry and had no power to fight back, so he could only hold on.
Xu Qing, who was squatting in the bushes not far away, felt the phone in his pocket trembling slightly. He took it out and saw that it was a message sent by He Shang. He pressed it out with a smile and took a look, and his expression changed slightly.
Boss, He Shang is afraid that he will return to his position this time, and we will follow you for the rest of our lives...