Lin Kun had a faint smile on his face, and narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at the old man in front of him.
"Why, you don't dare?" Qiu Yunhe sneered and said, "Then I will give you another chance. Kneel down and kowtow to my apprentice three times, and I will let you go."
"Master, don't talk nonsense to him, just beat him and see how crazy he gets in the future!" Zhou Hantao covered his bleeding nose, his tone still very arrogant.
"hehe……"
Lin Kun smiled coldly, glanced contemptuously at Zhou Hantao's face, looked at Qiu Yunhe in front of him and said: "It's just ten moves, what's wrong with it?"
Qiu Yunhe sneered, narrowed his triangular eyes slightly, and said, "Okay, you have some backbone!"
Qiu Yunhe took a step forward, raised his skinny arm, and made a gesture of invitation. A gleam of contempt flashed through his eyes, "Young man, take action first."
Lin Kun clenched his fist, shook his head, and then said with a joking smile: "You are already so old. If I strike first, even if I win, I will be said to be bullying the old man. It's better for you to strike first."
Come on, I'll take it."
Qiu Yunhe's triangular eyes narrowed slightly, emitting a beam of light ('Bilailai' is a Northeastern dialect, meaning '*hehe', please forgive Er Dou for using such a regional word to describe this old man)
Guy, I really think he is hateful.), thinking that this kid is not a fool yet, knowing that in this kind of enemy, whoever strikes first will be more likely to reveal his strength and weaknesses.
Qiu Yunhe, as an older generation of masters in the Chinese martial arts world, has practiced martial arts to the point of proficiency. How could he take a junior like Lin Kun in his eyes?
Qiu Yunhe took a step forward, and at the same time he gently raised his skinny arm and clenched it with a small fist. Back then, he studied under Taishan Beidou, a martial arts master in China. After he became a master of martial arts, he used this small fist of his left hand.
He killed his master in a martial arts competition and became the most famous master at that time.
In the past, the number one master was his master.
Seeing that Qiu Yunhe was about to take action, Lin Kun's smile gradually faded and he did not dare to underestimate the enemy. An invisible pressure enveloped him. This was a strong sense of crisis, as if he was being attacked by thousands of troops and heavy machines on the battlefield.
*Surrounded in the middle.
It seems that this old man really deserves his reputation.
"master!"
Zhou Hantao suddenly stepped forward, leaned next to Qiu Yunhe and whispered: "I checked this guy's information. He is the Soldier King of the Mobei Military Region, nicknamed the Wolf King."
"Wolf King?"
Qiu Yunhe looked at Lin Kun with the same contempt as before, smiled coldly, and said: "The nickname is quite domineering, I'm afraid he will become the dog king in a while."
Lin Kun grinned at the corner of his mouth, his eyes flashed with fighting spirit, and he said coldly: "Okay, then come and try and see if I don't beat you to death!"
"Young man, how dare you utter such arrogant words and seek death!" Qiu Yunhe roared angrily, holding a fist with his left hand and covering Lin Kun's face. His punch seemed ordinary, but in the eyes of a true martial arts expert,
But it was definitely a shocking punch.
When martial arts has truly reached its peak, just like Taoist and Buddhist practices, it emphasizes a "return to nature". A simple punch becomes complex, containing endless techniques and mysteries. The enemy has all kinds of changes that are difficult to resist.
This is one kind of state, and the other state is to return this complicated boxing path to its original nature, making it seem to be no problem with an ordinary punch, but it is far better than many boxing skills.
Lin Kun is not a master of martial arts. The training he has received is the most brutal physical training, which has made his body reach an absolutely extraordinary state, as well as some of the most direct, simplest and most efficient means of killing.
Lin Kun didn't see the mystery behind this punch, but he felt the extraordinary power contained in this punch, like a roaring train, or an indestructible shot that could penetrate steel plates.
Bullets, or...
Lin Kun subconsciously raised his fist to block, but did not dare to block hard. The main reason was to test the strength of this legendary old man.
There was a soft clang, and the two fists collided together. Lin Kun's bowl-sized fist met Qiu Yunhe's hammer-sized fist. After just a slight contact, Lin Kun immediately pulled away his arm and at the same time put his feet down.
Backwards continuously.
After taking more than ten steps back, Lin Kun stopped looking. His whole arm was already in a semi-numb state. The strength of the monster old man in front of him was not revealed, but he was clearly aware of the gap in strength between the two sides. They were definitely not on the same level.
on.
"One move."
Qiu Yunhe was full of confidence and did not take advantage of the situation to pursue him. After Lin Kun regained his footing, he turned his right hand into a knife and struck Lin Kun in the face.
The bright sunshine in the sky seemed to lose its color in an instant, and Lin Kun felt that the world suddenly became dark, and the powerful murderous aura shrouded him, leaving him with nowhere to hide.
Could this be the terrifying combat power possessed by the legendary master? It’s too strong!
Lin Kun secretly gritted his teeth, took a wrong step to dodge, and slashed with the palm sword close to his ear. He thought he had escaped this fatal move, but this palm sword suddenly turned into a slash.
Pat, slap on his shoulder.
There was a crisp sound, the sound was not loud, just like our usual high fives.
But Lin Kun's body felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He flew sideways lightly, turned somersaults in mid-air, and finally managed to stabilize his body and land on the ground.
Lin Kun squatted on the ground, raised his head, and his throat squirmed up and down, but he forcibly suppressed it. The tightness in his chest seemed to be hiding a pool of accumulated blood.
"hehe……"
Qiu Yunhe sneered twice and said: "Yes, you reacted quickly enough. It seems that we in China have produced some good young people. It's just a pity that you didn't follow the right master. Otherwise, you can work hard with your current talent. In the future,
He must be a martial arts master."
"But boy, you have no future. I have changed my mind. I will destroy you today. I don't want to leave any trouble for myself."
Qiu Yunhe smiled coldly, and his skinny body swooped towards Lin Kun. The speed was so fast that it seemed as if a shadow was left on the spot.
Lin Kun frowned and suppressed the tightness in his chest. The skills of the old guy in front of him were indeed terrifying. The only martial arts in the world was fast. What he was best at in the past was speed, but compared with this perverted old guy in front of him, he was inferior.
Not one penny.
Lin Kun gritted his teeth. Although he knew very well that this duel was almost certain to lose, he had no idea of giving up. He had narrowly escaped death so many times on the battlefield, and every time he was not dragging his body with scars in a desperate situation.
Come out physically.
Death has waved to him countless times, but the various dangers and difficulties that failed to kill him eventually turned into disasters that tempered his soul.
"ah!"
Lin Kun roared angrily, swept away the embarrassed posture, and a high fighting spirit suddenly burst out from all over his body. This was the explosion of the iron will condensed by the constantly tempered soldier's soul, and it was the result of countless rounds of bullets and bullets that narrowly escaped death.
The transcendence of the meaning of life.
A powerful aura instantly erupted from the center of Lin Kunwei, and a cold wind suddenly rose!
Qiu Yunhe's agile figure paused for a moment, a trace of undisguised surprise flashed in his eyes, and a burst of admiration flashed in his triangular eyes full of contempt, and he murmured: "Not bad, not bad, someone at such a young age has already...
Able to condense the aura..."
Immediately, Qiu Yunhe smiled coldly at the corner of his mouth again, and said: "But this only strengthens my determination to destroy you. If such a talent is obtained by the old ghosts of the inner martial arts, will it be obtained in the future? Boy, I have only one to blame.
Can I blame you for your bad luck?"
Howling...
A fist as big as a hammer came through the air, seeming to tear the surrounding air.
Just like the trend above the nine heavens, a ray of light shined, and it was already approaching Lin Kun.
"ah!!!"
Lin Kun roared angrily again, this time he no longer dodge, just like he had been trapped in a desperate situation and left to die when he was on a mission before, he roared with passion, and faced him with fists waved.
His eyes were firm, like the two flaming companions, and the expression on his face was resolute, like the hardest piece of ice on the Arctic iceberg that would never melt for thousands of years.
Bang!!!
The sound was muffled, like two trains colliding together, and the surrounding air seemed to tremble. The moment the two fists collided, a strong wind spread wantonly around the two of them.
Zhou Hantao and others clearly felt the cold wind hitting their faces, ruffling the hair on their foreheads.
Those around who were watching the excitement with curiosity trembled inwardly. They rubbed their eyes and looked over in disbelief. They imagined the scene where their aura suddenly exploded just now...
"Wow, is this a movie?"
"No way, there are no cameras around here."
"Am I feeling wrong?"
"This is Chinese Kung Fu, it's so broad and profound, so cool and awesome!"
"I will also learn Kung Fu from now on!"
…
There was a lot of discussion among the people, and many people regarded this exciting duel as an ordinary excitement, but it was just a little louder than an ordinary fight.
puff!
Lin Kun spurted a ball of blood out of his mouth. Thick blood filled the cold winter air, and the bloody temperature was particularly strong.
"He vomited blood!"
"It's real blood!"
"How terrible!"
…
The people around started talking again. At this time, everyone could not help but have panic on their faces. They seemed to have begun to realize that this duel was unusual.
clang clang clang......
Lin Kun took several steps back before finally stopping. His body stooped down. Blood was still dripping from the corner of his mouth. He covered his chest with one hand. The arm he had just punched was already weak.
It drooped down, as if it had been broken.
Qiu Yunhe's feet didn't move at all. Considering his size and momentum, he should have flown backwards, but that's how it is in a martial arts showdown. He's not judged by his size or momentum.
In the face of the absolute strength gap, there is only one-sided crushing, and there is no luck.
"Boy, your talent exceeds my initial expectations. It's a pity, it's such a pity." Qiu Yunhe sneered calmly, and a trace of regret flashed across his eyes.
Lin Kun wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, took a deep breath, straightened his waist forcibly, grabbed the drooped arm that had been beaten just now with one hand, gritted his teeth and lifted it up, and heard a crunch.
With two clicking sounds, the arm was reattached.
People around were shocked, what kind of ghost is this guy, he actually connected his own arm!
"Old guy, we haven't finished the fight yet. Even if you really kill me today, I won't let you succeed so easily. You must pay the price!"
Lin Kun sneered at the corner of his mouth, the ferocious smile was heart-stopping, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the cold light flashed like a wolf king walking in the wilderness of Mobei. He waved his left hand, and the black-gold hair was held in his hand, with a little light attached to it.