Sword Among Us

Chapter 634 a sword!

On the open space of the martial arts field, the whistling sound of the empty punch is very close!

Alang is a Thai boxing master who has the true command of the first boxer in Thailand. He is a punch and a pinch! Like the thunder and lightning, the elbows and knees at close range are very smooth and enjoyable, and at the same time give an unusually pressing sense of oppression. The fierce murder makes every attack of his power give full strength. Going, the sense of crisis that maximizes killing! A little into his circle can be entangled in the aftermath of the wind, and it is difficult to get out.

"..."

For Alan's performance, Abu and several boxers in the battle were very satisfied, and the color of gratification was overwhelming.

In contrast, the versatile medicine stone, since the first time was almost caught by the boxing style, squatting out of the long-distance, the follow-up was completely suppressed by the attack of Alan Thunder.

The long sword has no chance to shoot at all. The foot is in a hurry. For example, the butterfly evades the attack of Alang, and the whisper of the ‘wow wow’ is constantly being issued:

"So fierce!"

"Rely, killing... It’s not just a discussion between international friends... I am going, you are coming!"

Despite the constant whispers in the mouth, it seems to be evasive, but in fact, every time when Alan’s attack is close to the body, a soft force naturally emanate from the body, facing Alang’s fierce direct punch. , fly out at a faster speed.

Twenty consecutive strokes passed.

Not only is Alang gradually aware that the situation is not good...

Every time, the fist seems to be hit on the cotton, the other side's dodge is just right, and the moving room is like a peer-flowing cloud. It seems that he has always been in the upper hand of suppression. In essence, it does not take advantage of it. Moreover, the consumption of internal force is better than light work. It is much higher.

"Bastard!"

"Don't escape, do as I do with men!!"

Alang thought of his previous rumors, his face became very ugly, while continuing to move, while screaming loudly with words, trying to use the radical method to force the medicine stone to face up with himself.

"The general body method can't be lost under the punching style of Alang..."

Among the people watching the battle, Abu and several other boxers suddenly became more difficult to look at. One of them said: "It is a pity that Alan’s arm strength did not reach 200 points. Otherwise, the range of boxing styles that were born could greatly increase the lethality of boxing. The other party can't hide so easily."

"Yes..."

Abu and the people around him nodded:

"However, this guy picked out by Tyrannosaurus does have a bit of skill, and his bodywork is very good. If Alang didn't make a plan for a hundred strokes, he might still close the game. In that case, the face of Mufu is It’s not good...” After a pause, Abu’s tone turned heavy: “But with a hundred strokes, our first battle is afraid to lose.”

"..."

Although I am not willing to admit this, but the situation has already taken shape, Abu and others have already prepared to lose the first battle: "Land Rover, your arm has broken through 200, against this person, not so passive... ”

Abu commanded another boxer in the country.

A man with a scar on his left face nodded: "I know."

In the country, Abu is one of his leaders, and he has more guidance in boxing. Therefore, this time Abu proposed a trip to the Central Plains, and he did not hesitate to follow.

As the number of tactics increased, Alang's morale gradually disappeared in the screaming voice. The speed and murder were obviously not as strong as before. All of them relied on one anger and constantly suppressed and attacked the versatile stone.

In his view, this is an extremely unfair battle. He came here to challenge him. As a result, Mufu sent a person to race against himself.

"hateful……"

By the time of the last twenty strokes, Alang was completely unaware that as his internal strength continued to drain, the move gradually became old, and the medicinal stone omnipotent had slowly become calm from the exaggerated escape movement, and his eyes fixed on him. Every move seems to be looking for something.

Tyrannosaurus embraced the chest with both hands and looked at the appearance of the battle circle silently.

He was one of the first to discover the universal transformation of the stone...

Gradually, his face showed a strange smile.

Hundreds of strokes!

However, it is a blind man. As a banner of the Central Plains martial arts, Mufu fights with a master of a small country like Thailand, and dispatches a medicinal stone to play on the field. If it is only to win in this way, it is a bit unremarkable and instructed. .

Mufu needs a hearty victory!

It is neither necessary to show the most powerful power of Mufu, but to achieve victory perfectly.

Ninety strokes!

In the performance of the martial arts field, Alang with the increasing number of moves, approaching hundreds of moves, his face is getting ugly! Rage is getting harder to control! The fierce boxing wind became confusing and violent, and even began to desperately vent their killer. At the same time, they played the sand on the martial arts field. The sky of the wind smashed the dust in the air. The purpose was to make as many as possible. Damage to the stone.

ninety one……

ninety two!

Alang’s attack rhythm has unknowingly lost the original intention of offensive and defensive mergers, completely indulgent play, and one vented his anger and dissatisfaction.

The omnipotent sight of the medicine stone continually wanders between Alang’s legs and arms.

At the moment when the 93rd slogan was displayed, the violent dust ash came under the pressure of the Alang boxing wind.

tread!

Without warning, the medicine stone can only stop if the shape of the butterfly suddenly stops, and the look in the eyes changes. From the previous colorful, it suddenly becomes calm and watery.

The figure is like electricity, and it is twice as fast as the retreat. If you are hurriedly rushing into Alang’s boxing style...

choke! !

The sword of Qingyue, the magnificent sword, appeared from the dusty dust.

The astonishing dust and dust, together with Alang’s boxing style, was instantly split into two halves by this fierce sword, facing the strange look of Alang’s uncontrollable defense, a sword and a cold, and the medicine stone could be even with a sword. Passing by the side of the latter.

Hey!

Time is fixed at this moment.

The medicine stone is omnipotent and Alang is separated by five meters, facing each other with their backs, and their eyes are calm and watery.

"Hey..."

A bright red blooddrop drip from the tip of the sword in the hand of the stone.

At the same time, Alang's neck appeared a slender sword mark, slowly bowing, the bright red sword marks quickly became clear, blood flow as a note.

"Alang!"

There was a trace of shock and unbelievable confusion on the face. The body pushed the golden bricks down the ground and threw the ground into the ground. The vitality was completely cut off. The last scene I saw was the picture of Abu and others approaching.

"...fortunately, inheritance."

The medicine stone can not see the body of Alang, and the sword is gone. The result is just turned around, and there is a majestic anger in the back: "Stop!"