Zheng Jun rushed towards Su Haoran again, swinging his fists like the wind, attacking continuously with straight punches, uppercuts, and swinging punches, never leaving Su Haoran's chin and cheeks.
Su Haoran stepped on the Nine Palaces Bagua and showed his footwork to the extreme. In two breaths, he managed to avoid nineteen punches from his opponent.
"It's rude to come and not reciprocate!"
Su Haoran seized the opportunity when Zheng Junshan's forward strength had faded and his remaining strength had not yet regenerated, and struck Zheng Junshan's left shoulder with a whip force from his arm.
Zheng Junshan exhaled, sucked in his chest, and retreated.
Su Haoran pounced forward, punching his chest horizontally, punching his ribs, punching his throat vertically, and punching his crotch.
The advantages of the through-arm fist with wide open and wide openings and tricky attack angles are brought into full play with Su Haoran's perfect body skills.
Ren Zheng Junshan was equally brave, but he was forced to retreat continuously by Su Haoran, and it was very difficult to cope with it.
In the same two breaths, Su Haoran actually punched twenty-three times. Judging from the speed of the punches alone, Su Haoran had already established an advantage over Zheng Junshan.
Bang!
Finally, when Su Haoran punched the twenty-fourth punch, Zheng Junshan couldn't reach his arms and was hit in the left shoulder by Su Haoran's punch.
With just one punch, Zheng Junshan's upper body was twisted almost 180 degrees, and there was even a faint cracking sound from his shoulder blades.
"You have more than enough brute strength, but not enough speed."
Su Haoran succeeded with a punch, stepped forward and hooked Zheng Junshan's left rib with his right fist.
"Boss!"
"Good boy, how dare you do something cruel!"
Feng Wen and Feng Wu were not weaklings. Seeing Su Haoran's fierce pursuit, they knew that Zheng Junshan was in danger.
The two of them rushed towards Su Haoran quickly, but how could their speed compare to Su Haoran?
Bang!
The powerful uppercut made Zheng Junshan's body arch, and the shirt fabric under his ribs collapsed. Zheng Junshan groaned in pain, and a trace of bright red spilled from the corner of his mouth.
Under normal circumstances, the person who has been hit with two heavy punches in a row will definitely retreat with all his strength to avoid being hit again, while the winner will continue to attack fiercely and try to take advantage of the situation to defeat the opponent.
Su Haoran, who was the Great Emperor of Xianwu in his previous life, naturally understood this truth and almost instinctively pressed his opponent and punched his opponent's chin again.
However, Zheng Junshan, who was hit by consecutive punches, did not retreat. He gritted his teeth and fists, and suddenly resisted the severe pain in his ribs. He swung his big fist from his waist and hit Su Haoran's stomach with a bang.
Su Haoran, who had half-swung his fist, was knocked back four to five meters away, leaving two blackened shoe prints on the floor.
Su Haoran was repulsed, and Feng Wen and Feng Wu who rushed up stopped.
"hehe!"
Zheng Junshan, who succeeded with one punch, raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said with a ferocious smile: "My speed is not as good as yours, but I can resist better than you. If I exchange two punches for you, I can afford it."
"Can you afford it?"
Su Haoran held his stomach and rolled his eyes in pain, but with a proud sneer on his face.
He is the immortal body of reincarnation. As long as he is not killed instantly, he can recover from any injuries quickly, which is equivalent to his own self-regenerating skills.
But Zheng Junshan is different. He suffered real damage plus an assassin mark. Even if you are a big man, you can't bear it!
But Zheng Junshan didn't know his situation, and his eyes were still flashing with bloodthirsty excitement. He turned back and pointed at Feng Wen and Feng Wu, and ordered forcefully: "Listen carefully, you two, no one is allowed to compete with this little brother.
Intervene, I've been stuck in the Half-Step Grandmaster realm for five years, no one is allowed to destroy this opportunity."
Feng Wen and Feng Wu were so frightened that they nodded repeatedly and quickly returned to their original positions.
Although Su Haoran wanted to kill Zheng Junshan and completely remove the Zheng family from the dark family, seeing Zheng Junshan's courage gave him a thumbs up for the second time in his heart.
"Let's continue!"
After drinking away Feng Wen and Feng Wu, Zheng Junshan rushed towards Su Haoran with great momentum.
"Aren't you afraid of being beaten to death by me?"
Su Haoran was also furious, and when he asked the question, he had already waved out his fist.
Bang bang bang!
The two collided again. Su Haoran punched Zheng Junshan twice, causing almost all of his shirt to shatter. Zheng Junshan punched Su Haoran once, causing his back to arch, and the force was so strong that his clothes were also the same.
Blast a hole.
This shows that the actual combat power of the two is almost the same.
This kind of existence with similar strength is really eye-catching. It cannot be as beautiful as the performance of martial arts routine battle. The more realistic fighting style is closer to street fighting, which is more direct and bloody than ring fighting.
"continue!"
"Come again!"
Bang bang bang!
In the third round, Su Haoran still took advantage of one more punch, and Zheng Junshan's momentum remained unabated.
"Boy, you are really tough, but I, Zheng Junshan, have been in society since I was fifteen years old and have been fighting for twenty-eight years. I have never been softer than anyone else in my life."
"Hmph! You're only twenty-eight years old and you have the nerve to say that I've been playing for more than a hundred years and for two lifetimes. Have I ever played?"
wipe!
Zheng Junshan was almost defeated by Su Haoran's words. You have been fighting for more than a hundred years? You are in your early twenties at most, okay? Have you ever said that?
This is not to blame for Zheng Junshan's ignorance. How could he have thought that the opponent in front of him was the Xianwu Emperor above the Nine Heavens in his previous life?
No one would have imagined that the peak gods at the level of true immortals in myths and legends are not all old monsters who have lived for millions of years.
Su Haoran is an anomaly. In his previous life, when he dominated the world, he was only forty years old.
When he asked about becoming an immortal, he was only in his early sixties.
He was only one hundred and twelve years old when he swept across nine heavens and ten lands and became emperor.
In the previous life, Su Haoran was only one hundred and thirty-three years old when he obtained the merit astrolabe.
An Immortal Emperor who is more than 130 years old, even if he is a master of martial arts, a master of medicine, and can have a bird's eye view of the world, there are still many things that Su Haoran has not seen enough, many things have not been experienced, and many problems have not been solved.
Su Haoran, who has been reborn, is actually like a young man in his twenties, except that the soul of Emperor Xianwu lives in his body.
Bang bang bang...
After the fourth round of the fight between the two, Su Haoran's momentum continued to rise, and he actually exchanged three punches for one punch, causing Zheng Jun to spit out blood and his body shook again and again.
Bang!
In the fifth round, Su Haoran hit his knee and sent Zheng Jun flying more than ten meters away from the top of the mountain. He vomited blood and fell to the bottom of the east mountain wall.
Chu Yu, who had been standing in front of the sword box, watched with her own eyes as the underground emperor of Ningzhou fell in front of her. The floor beneath her feet trembled visibly. She was so frightened that she covered her mouth with her hands and took three or four steps back.
"Boss!"
Feng Wen and Feng Wu shouted at the same time, but Zheng Junshan suddenly knelt down and raised his right hand to signal them to silence.
"He's a man."
Su Haoran walked step by step in front of Zheng Junshan, holding his right fist empty in front of his chest, his energy and energy were raised to the extreme, "I will not torture you anymore, I will send you on your way with this punch, I wish you...become a good person in the next life
Good people."
"So you want to kill me?"
A flash of cruelty flashed in Zheng Junshan's eyes. As a top gangster, he finally understood the real purpose of Su Haoran's visit to his casino.
He suddenly raised his head and said with a ferocious face: "Unfortunately, I still have one last trick that is useless. If you can break this move, I will die. If you can't break it, I will break through the master, and you will die."
Buzz!
Zheng Junshan suddenly stood up, a terrifying invisible momentum seemed to form a ball of flame around him, and his big fist hit Su Haoran's chest with an indomitable momentum.
"It turns out to be a fist furnace!"
Su Haoran's face became solemn. This punch was a manifestation of a master of Huajin integrating all he had learned and integrating several boxing techniques into one, which was to use the strengths of hundreds of schools of thought for his own use.
This is also a manifestation of the half-step master. As long as the fist furnace is completely completed and the true energy is released freely, one will naturally enter the master state.
Bang!
Zheng Junshan
His fist hit Su Haoran hard on the chest.
How terrifying is the power of this punch?
Su Haoran's Yuanshi Qi was released, and the three-foot Qi wall formed was dented inward. Su Haoran himself felt unprecedented pressure.
"How is it possible? You are actually a grandmaster?"
The one who was under greater pressure was Zheng Junshan. Feeling Su Haoran's outward energy, his indomitable momentum was rapidly fading, his confidence in being invincible also collapsed, and the fist furnace that struck with all his strength also lost its power.
He had calculated everything, but he had not calculated that Su Haoran turned out to be a young martial arts master.
"Your mentality fluctuates too much and you can't break through."
Su Haoran opened his free fist in his right hand, pulled out a bright long sword from the sword box on the wall, and placed it on Zheng Junshan's neck, "Close your eyes, it will be over with one sword strike."
"Boss!"
"If you want to kill my boss, step over our corpses first."
Feng Wen and Feng Wu rushed over from behind Su Haoran, but Su Haoran didn't even look back. A three-foot air barrier appeared out of thin air behind him. Two bangs made the two of them dizzy. They took a few steps back and collapsed.
on the ground.
"Boss!"
Sister Snake, who had bandaged her left hand, also arrived. She happened to see Su Haoran trying to kill Zheng Junshan, and she shouted loudly: "Don't kill my boss, I'm willing to give your hand back to you, or trade my life for the boss's."
Su Haoran turned his head slightly and glanced at Sister Snake, but his murderous intention remained.
"Su Haoran!"
At the same time, Chu Yu suddenly exclaimed.
Just when Su Haoran turned to look at Sister Snake, a ray of darkness appeared beside him, and a sharp machete quickly cut into Su Haoran's neck.
when!
However, Su Haoran raised his left hand and pinched the blade with only three fingers, preventing it from moving forward even an inch.
"So strong?!"
The person who sneaked up on Su Haoran was a thin old man less than 1.65 meters tall, with short gray hair and clothes from a street stall, just like an ordinary farmer.
He is none other than the Old Ape, one of Zheng Junshan's two killers. He is so named because of his small stature, his tendency to attack quickly, and his speed like that of an ape.
"It's not that I'm strong, it's that you are too weak!"
Su Haoran replied lightly, and at the same time, a 43-yard big foot pressed heavily on the old ape's belly, kicking him several meters away.
"Stop hurting my brothers. If you want to kill them, do it quickly."
Zheng Junshan was really bloody. He endured the pain of the sword cutting his skin and dragged his seriously injured body forward.
At the same time, the gold pendant hanging around his neck fell to the ground, making a crisp sound like a metal bullet.
Huh!
Su Haoran lowered his head and glanced, and the thought of killing Zheng Junshan with one sword disappeared instantly.
The golden pendant bounced off the ground, and two photos appeared inside. One was a warm picture of Zheng Junshan and his wife holding their child together, and the other was a photo of Zheng Junshan holding a simple and honest boy in his arms.
"Who are you, Zheng Bin?" Su Haoran asked.
"Xiaobin!"
Zheng Junshan also lowered his head to look at Xiang Zhuo'er, his eyes focused on the honest young man, and said in a hoarse voice: "He is my only son. Because he was born in a mafia family, he was rejected from joining the army three times, and later he could only become a firefighter.
He always blamed me for not taking the right path, and almost didn’t recognize me as his father, hey!”
Yes, Zheng Bin is the young man who took his girlfriend to the music store to buy a guitar and also went to Jixiang Pavilion to check the fire escape.
Su Haoran threw the long sword back into the sword case, patted Zheng Junshan's shoulder with his backhand and said, "You have a good son."
"You, you won't kill me?" Zheng Junshan asked with his eyes widened.
"The crime of death can be avoided, but the crime of living cannot be escaped." Su Haoran pressed his right hand on Zheng Junshan's shoulder and suddenly slapped it horizontally. A golden needle popped out from between his fingers and pierced into Zheng Junshan's neck with a pop.
PS: Thanks to my uncle for the reward! (This, this, brother, I feel like your name is taking advantage of me!)