But he misjudged Qu Yong's speed, and saw Qu Yong stepping forward with his front foot, his fists changing in strength and suddenly descending, using his yin fist to attack the opponent's liver and spleen with all his strength.

"Kick, kick, kick..." Xiang Shantou's block failed, and the knife missed his mark. Instead, he was hit with severe pain in both ribs, and felt acid reflux in his stomach, causing him to take three steps back.

But it is not over yet. Xingyi chases the wind and the moon without letting up. Since the enemy has been defeated, he will take the opportunity to kill him. Qu Yong sees the opponent retreating to resolve the strength, drills out his fists, then bends his head, and presses his jaw with both fists.

, press your elbows against your ribs, step in with your back foot at the same time, and rush forward to attack.

"Stop!" Seeing Qu Yong rushing forward again, Xiang Shantian reached his left hand at his waist, quickly took out a revolver, pointed it at Qu Yong, and said sternly: "If you dare to take another step, I will kill you!"

"Bah!" Qu Yong stopped his hands and feet bitterly. Of course he knew that with the distance between the two and his speed, it was impossible to dodge the bullet. This is the tragedy of the warrior, and it is also the indispensable fate of the end of the martial arts era.

avoid.

"What do you want?"

"I want you to follow me." Xiang Shantian pointed his gun at Qu Yong, looking at the bronze-masked man with fierce eyes.

Qu Yong advised: "I am just his prisoner, you can't blackmail him like this."

"You shoot." The bronze-faced man looked at Xiang Shanye quietly and said, "It depends on whether you are faster or I am faster!"

"What?" Xiang Shantian knew that as long as he hooked his index finger, Qu Yong would be able to hit him, but he would still fall under the firearm.

The copper-faced man never spoke a word twice. As soon as he finished speaking to Shan Tianye, he was already moving. No one could see how he moved. He disappeared completely quickly, even before he could think about it.

Turn, he has arrived.

His slender fingers rested on the "Yangxi point" on Xiang Shantian's left wrist. This is the meridian point of the large intestine meridian of Yangming. Specifically, it is on the radial side of the horizontal stripe on the back of the wrist. When the thumb is tilted upward, when the thumb is short,

In the depression between the extensor tendon and the extensor pollicis longus tendon.

Xiang Shantian's "Yangxi point" was restrained, and he could not move his entire index finger. His face looked miserable, his lips were trembling, and he was sweating. He tried his best to bend his index finger, but he couldn't move it.

It seems that these fingers are not his, and he has no control over them at all.

"Acupoint?" This is acupuncture. If you want to restore the activity of this finger, you must have a master of Anjin to massage and rub the blood. Otherwise, this finger will be useless if it is not filled with Qi and blood for a long time.

Although Qu Yong had great confidence in this bronze-faced man, he did not expect that he would become like this so quickly, nor did he expect that he would be so courageous to actually use acupuncture points, and his heart would be raised to the point where he could defeat the world in his throat.

I'm afraid no one has been pointed at by a gun. The owner of the gun has already wanted to pull the trigger, but is still calm and composed. Of course, there are absolute masters such as the copper-faced man, or soldiers who have received special training and have extremely hardened nerves to do this.

Yes, but obviously Qu Yong can't do it yet. He hasn't seen enough real big winds and waves.

The bronze-faced man said: "As long as you can pull the trigger, I will go with you."

Absolute self-confidence comes from martial arts that are higher than this world.

Suddenly at this moment, Qu Yong was full of confidence in Kung Fu. He had never expected to be able to face a firearm before. He also knew that the bronze-faced man had just stepped on the Qilin Step and at the same time used the "Nei Gang" to punch an inch of acupoint on his hand.

Xiangshan Tianye was restrained in the flash of lightning.

This time the bronze-faced man took action, Qu Yong really understood that it was not that the national martial arts was useless, but that people's hearts were now scattered. After years of turmoil, the true essence had been lost. The true pinnacle of the national martial arts was to fight against firearms.

It's not an impossible thing either.

"The gun is dead, but the person is alive. No matter how powerful the gun is, it is just scrap metal in your hands." The bronze-faced man took the gun from Xiang Shan Tianye and put it in his palm. In an instant, his palms became filled with blood.

It is huge, with all the veins bulging out, turning into a pair of iron-black giant spirit palms.

The air exploded, the force vibrated, and there was a soft sound of "pah pah pah...". This was the power of the outer gang. The gun was grinding on the bronze-faced man's palms. The eight trigrams were like grinding.

It is simply powerful.

I saw the gun instantly deformed and turned into a discus, and then after a pinch, it turned into a flat and thin piece of iron.

"How...how could this happen? God, who is he?!" At this moment, Xiang Shantan knew that he had offended someone he shouldn't have offended, and he couldn't help but regret it. Before going out, Watanabe Ichiro repeatedly confessed that he must

He must respectfully invite these two people. He didn't take it to heart, and now it's too late to regret it.

"If you lose, you can leave with one of your hands." After the copper-faced man finished speaking, he threw the thin iron piece on the ground, then walked up the stairs and disappeared around the corner.

"One hand?" Xiang Shantian looked as ugly as possible. There were beads of sweat on his forehead. He suddenly said to the proprietress of the shop: "Please lend me an axe."

"Ah...what are you going to do?" The lady boss had already been frightened by the scene just now. She was just an ordinary person, how could she withstand so many changes!

Xiang Tian Tian screamed: "Go quickly!"

"Yes!" The landlady quickly got an axe, which is usually used in the kitchen to chop pig bones. It looked very sharp. As soon as she handed over the axe, she quickly hid aside.

"Okay!" Xiang Shantou tore off a few long pieces of his underwear, then took the leather jacket and bit it in his mouth. He put his left hand on the table, closed his eyes and held an ax in his right hand to look at it.

"ah!"

There was a loud scream from the small hotel, and blood spattered. Xiang Shantano was shaking all over. He reluctantly tied the severed wrist with the cloth strips he had prepared, but how could the blood rushing out from the radial artery be like this?

It was easily blocked, and the blood soon stained his clothes red. He opened his mouth, and finally passed out from the pain.

"Japanese." Qu Yong watched all this happen. He really didn't expect that Xiang Shanye could be so cruel. Most people can be cruel to others, but not everyone can be cruel to themselves.

, I’m afraid there are not many people in this world who dare to cut off their own hand alive.

He sighed, knowing that the Japanese would bleed to death in less than five minutes. He raised his head and said to the frightened landlady, whose face was already pale and her legs were trembling: "Hurry up and call 120!"

"Nani (what)?" the landlady asked as she didn't understand Chinese.
Chapter completed!