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Faced with the middle-aged man's thrust, Xiang Yufeng's plain eyes became hot, his expression became excited and excited, and the blood of his body was rushing. So he did not stop and stomped his feet hard, and the floor instantly burst into countless stone fragments of different sizes and splashed into the air; then Xiang Yufeng's legs blurred into a gray shadow covering the half-circle in front of him.

So, the gravels that were large and small to mid-air were shot out like bullets under the powerful force, and Xiang Yufeng followed closely behind, and his fists were filled with the power of opening the monument and cracking the stone.

The gravel flakes that were shot like bullets obviously did not have much impact on the middle-aged man. The turbulent momentum and Xiang Yufeng, who followed closely behind, collided violently. The powerful energy caused the flying gravel around the two men to rush wildly in all directions. The force was amazing. Several onlookers standing near were hit by the gravel, and their cry was broken.

Xiang Yufeng's iron fist hits like thunder, and his legs are like thunder. It is not a simple wind and night to describe it. The middle-aged man turned like a wheel, swung his fist and smashed it with the flow. The fist whirred, domineering and strong; the middle-aged man's body is fast, flexible and versatile, dodging like the wind, sometimes left and right, sometimes floating, and his traces are unpredictable. This is the true strength of the middle-aged man.

The two of them intertwined offensively and attacked frequently, which was dazzling and dazzling. Xiang Yufeng fisted like a tiger going down the mountain. The vivid and exciting battle made the onlookers shout that it was more satisfying than watching foreign blockbusters.

Xiang Yufeng smiled coldly and iron fist attacked like wind and fire, thunder rushing, "cracking" three left fists, three right fists, and slipped, and another punch under his armpit, following the trend, swung his right fist in the air, and the back of the fist fiercely hit the middle-aged man's vest. The middle-aged man's figure staggered and almost fell to the ground

Facing the rapid and accurate attack towards Yufeng, the middle-aged man shone his lips and stretched his hands violently. The bones all over his body sounded like fried beans, and the muscles swelled and erected, with obvious edges and corners. The middle-aged man used martial arts similar to those in Chinese martial arts, such as hard qigong and iron shirts.

Xiang Yufeng's fierce and decisive record of heavy punches and legs swept through the middle-aged man's body like a gust of wind. The powerful force was like a storm, pouring on him continuously. It seemed to be comfortable to hit, but the powerful rebound from the hitting the opponent's body shocked his hands and feet sore and numb, which made him secretly surprised.

If Xiang Yufeng is only surprised by a middle-aged man, then the power of the middle-aged man's fist and foot against Xiang Yufeng is shocked. Hard Qigong is originally a training muscles to resist the ability to strike against heavy objects. When the focus point of an object is smaller, the greater the pressure on the focus surface. Even if the weight of this object remains unchanged, the pressure generated with the size of the object's focus point will change. When the focus point is so small that it is only a needle tip, coupled with its own pressure and increase distance, the object has extremely terrifying penetration power; Hard Qigong is a kind of resistance to the pressure generated by the pressure caused by the heavy objects hitting the body under the condition of training weak skin for a breath inside and external muscles and bones and skin.

Xiang Yufeng's fist is truly a joke about the power of opening the monument and cracking the stone, so every heavy punch and leg of Xiang Yufeng fell on the middle-aged man, the effect was like a giant swinging the big hammer in his hand, smashing it heavily, hitting him, and hitting him one by one, shaking him one by one, shaking his blood and swelling.

Xiang Yufeng saw the middle-aged man's eyes, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. Suddenly, the attack that was like a storm and night was stopped. When the middle-aged man was not sure about it, Xiang Yufeng turned around, and his left foot flashed from the bottom of his penis, and his heels were thrust hard on the other party's jaw. The sudden powerful force pushed the middle-aged man's head backwards, and his strong body flew into the air. Xiang Yufeng quickly bent his knees and rushed up, and he stepped on the middle-aged man's body to an altitude of nearly three meters. His body was lying on his side, his legs stood like a knife, and he swung like a wheel. Finally, his leg knife slashed violently on the chest of the middle-aged man's body with a thunderous force.

"Bang" The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground shocked the dust in the sky. As the smoke and dust filled, nearly half of the middle-aged man's majestic body, which was embedded in the floor, and even half of his head was deeply trapped. It is conceivable how terrifying the power of Xiang Yufeng's kick was. Even if he was as strong as a middle-aged man, he had to squirt blood and declared that he was seriously injured.

Imagine how many big and small battles a middle-aged man has experienced in his life, and he can be invincible with his own strength and hard qigong. After all, he practiced this beaten qigong himself, but he never thought that one day he would be defeated so miserably, so his proud hard qigong seemed to be of little use under the opponent's iron fist, which was as powerful as the other party, so the damage he suffered in his mind at this moment was much more serious than the damage he suffered in **.

After landing coolly, Xiang Yufeng immediately sat down on his horse, with his fist closed, and as he moved, it seemed that the air around him became turbulent and uneasy. Everyone could clearly feel that there was an amazing force in his right fist that was constantly restraining and accumulating. The next moment it burst out would inevitably be a shocking punch.

Xiang Yufeng shouted deeply, and his eyes were soaring that he twisted his waist and punched without hesitation. Suddenly, a strong wind rose to the ground with his punch, causing the broken stone slabs on the ground to shoot forward and dance wildly. Suddenly, a few meters ahead of him was surging. The strong wind that was unpredictable was roaring like a cracked shore. The dust flew like a transparent gray shadow dragon roaring towards the middle-aged man. The sound was huge and powerful.

Everyone watching in the distance looked at the shocking scene with a long neck, staring at the terrifying scene. The inhuman power, the inhuman combat power, and the unparalleled tragic momentum even if it was so far away, it could inspire them all over their bodies and their chests were filled with blood and their blood was boiling.

The middle-aged man had no time to dodge at this moment, and the punch had already enveloped all the spaces around him; his face was full of panic and fear, but then he bit his teeth, and a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes. It was a kind of helpless cruelty towards himself. The last struggle of the cold light that had no choice but to gather in front of him quickly gathered back, contracted and condensed, and finally formed a sharp cone-shaped light spot in front of his body, and at the same time, he threw all the power that could be squeezed into it. He wanted to do his best, and he was fighting to survive. The short, rapid and shrill roar made people scattered the body of the middle-aged man into the powerful stream that surged like a storm, colliding with the punch that contained the shocking power of the stone and the sky.

If his power is a turbulent river, then the opponent's power is the vast ocean and the turbulent river rushes into the sea. Perhaps it can only splash a splash of powerless water. The shocking fierce iron fist collided with the sharp and dazzling golden light. The result of the middle-aged man understanding the opponent's power. Under the other's fierce iron fist, he was weak like a newborn baby. He was knocked out without any suspense, like a kite with broken strings, floating, floating, and I don't know how long it took, but I only remember the sound of wind in my ears. The scenery on both sides retreated quickly, and then my body shook and my body hit the ground.

Then he continued to slide backwards, but he didn't know how far he had slipped before he stopped. There was a burning pain on his back. He could now say that he was injured and injured. Middle-aged (6) The man's arms seemed to be broken, and he couldn't move even a finger. His whole body seemed to be scattered bones. He lay on the ground and gasped, and his mouth was still spitting blood. There was still a hint of fear on his face, and his eyes were filled with fear. "Why? How is this possible? Why? How is this possible?..." Only two consecutive question marks were left in his mind, and they appeared repeatedly, expressing his unwillingness, disbelief and fear.

Xiang Yufeng stood there and his hands drooped naturally, motionless, not talking or laughing, extremely cold, his hair swayed gently in the wind, he stood proudly like a thousand-year-old ice peak. Although he did not exude momentum, the arrogant posture of standing quietly also made the noisy sounds around him gradually lowered.

Everyone watching in the distance looked at the shocking scene with a long neck, staring at the terrifying scene. The inhuman power, the inhuman combat power, and the unparalleled tragic momentum even if it was so far away, it could inspire them all over their bodies and their chests were filled with blood and their blood was boiling.

Immediately afterwards, my body shook, and then I continued to slide backwards after I fell to the ground. I didn't know how far I had slid before I stopped. There was a burst of scorching pain on my back. He could now say that he was injured. The middle-aged man's arms seemed to be broken, and he was so numb that he couldn't move a finger. His whole body seemed to be scattered bones. He lay on the ground motionless, gasping for breath, and his face was still spitting blood. There was still a hint of fear in his eyes. "Why? How is this possible? Why? How is this possible?..." Only two consecutive question marks were left in his mind, and they appeared repeatedly, expressing his unwillingness, disbelief and fear.
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