The buck-toothed man just went to the door with a dagger, but he didn’t expect the wooden door to be shot off. His wrist just touched the door and the dagger was firmly stuck in his belly. His feet were soft and bleeding, and he was very hurt, and he screamed sharply.
But at this time, Qu Yonggen didn’t have the heart to see if he was alive or dead. After he blasted the door with a cannon, he went to the door one step further, and the tiger jumped to the room one step further to grab the white man’s front one foot distance and take advantage of it to punch.
This calculation is good. Step by step, it’s just harder to see a punch like a cannonball. This punch is exactly the "three-step cannon boxing strength" in the form and meaning.
The gunner belongs to fire, which is combined in one breath in the human body. For example, in ancient times, the medicine was filled in the gun bore. For example, the gun fired gunpowder and exploded in the bore, and the shell instantly protruded its strongest and fiercest nature.
Qu Yong’s fist can be said to be to adjust his waist and sole fist to the best state he can. The fist rushes out like a shell, and then he chases his hands and shoulders, and he seems to be taken out by this fist.
The fist strength is crisp and explosive, and the potential is huge
QuYong has been bullish on this, and the most powerful thing should be this white man’s mind of "catching the thief first". If he can knock him down at one stroke, things will be easy to handle, and he can’t consider that he is a sneak attack, and the cannon boxing blows from the back of his head.
But the white man seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. He held his knees in an instant and closed the boxer’s fist. Qu Yong felt that his cannon was cut by a huge axe and the whole person was repelled. The white man just shook his body, but Qu Yong didn’t have the strength to split his fist. He shook his body and said, "So you practice Xingyi Boxing?"
"Xingyiquan? It’s a part of it. "The white man turned to see that the bearer was so young and a little surprised." The young man’s cannon boxing is good. You practice hitting my two hands. I don’t know what it is? " The white man looks burly, but he is elegant.
Qu Yong said, "If you kidnap me, you can’t ignore it."
"Kidnapping?" The white man glanced at Ma Bai and said with a smile, "We didn’t kidnap us, we escaped from prison."
"escape from prison?" Qu Yong secretly scolded himself at the bottom of his heart for being so stupid that he had no life experience at all. If Boss Cao heard their conversation, he should have thought that this was the bed where the prisoner pretended to stab himself with a toothbrush handle in prison, and then her partner robbed 12 ambulances while he was on medical parole. He also figured out why he couldn’t visit the prison before. The reason was that there was a violent incident in prison.
However, it is really not necessary to rely on life experience to make this series of things white. Even a generation of ordinary people may not encounter such things, and Qu Yong has driven them away once.
"We escape from prison? Do you care? " The white ponder said
Qu Yong looked at the white man and his other hand. If martial arts is just a pair of fists, he will be white. The white man is definitely a real combat expert. It is still a question whether he can beat it or not. He still has a helper, but since this kind of thing has driven him away, he can’t turn a blind eye. Now we can expect those early warnings to find something wrong and track it here.
"Since you don’t answer, let’s have a war!" When the white man saw that Qu Yong didn’t talk for half a ring, he solved himself one by one. The button of his shirt showed a beautiful bronze body, especially the biceps brachii were like a lump of iron.
Qu Yong saw that his elbow skin was not special, but his hands were covered with calluses, thick and big, and he put a little snack on them. Once the dark strength was achieved, the calluses would fade away. Since this white palm calluses probably didn’t enter the dark strength.
Although saying that the realm is high doesn’t mean that the actual combat is fierce, after all, there is still a gap between the dark strength and the strength. In fact, this is also Qu Yong’s thinking. You know that it takes three to five years for ordinary people to practice martial arts and have a high understanding before they can enter the dark strength.
A master can accept many apprentices, but there is often one apprentice who is really intimate and takes him out to meet people.
It’s very rare for a man in a mantle to be like a Taoist priest in Tianyi after spending 30 years. Unfortunately, it’s a pity that the Taoist pedant and the heaven finally had to go out all over the country to find a mantle endowed with destiny, which shows that this mantle man is rare.
Qu Yong didn’t learn from his master, but he got the mantle of Tianyi Road. When he practiced kung fu, he was sophisticated not only by watching carefully and giving directions, but also by making great efforts. He used the formula to nourish the five internal organs, needles and medicinal baths. The most important thing is to have different boxing skills and fight Qu Yong every day. It is obvious that it takes more effort to cultivate a real man in a mantle than to raise a son.
Moreover, this man in the mantle relies on the master to enlighten him at every key breakthrough moment, just like Qu Yong, who is possessed by a computer virus. If he is not sophisticated, he will have abolished all the real apprentices, and his father is better than his father.
To say that other disciples are just two formulas, and then occasionally see your understanding. If there are too many people to worry about, the master can’t worry about it. In the future, like modern martial arts schools or taekwondo gymnasiums, if you want to give money, you will receive classes to teach in the past. That is not a master. That is called a teacher.
Qu Yong can quickly cross the strength and get in touch with the dark strength. It takes about a year for others to reach the strength and enter the dark strength at the earliest.
Some people have seen that the masters of TV dramas have to practice hard for ten or twenty years, and then the mountain will be their natural enemies. That is impossible. At that time, the old road said that Qu Yong’s understanding will take three years to learn, three years to play and three years to realize, and ordinary people can achieve something if they practice hard for three years and still can’t achieve results. If they don’t have limited talent, they can’t practice hard to learn chess. There is a saying that "a 20-year-old can’t be a national player for life."
However, even if the white man didn’t reach the dark strength QuYong, he didn’t dare to be careless. The dark strength is an increase in strength, and the fighting also includes fighting skills. Besides, the top experts often have the power to break bricks and stones, and QuYong is so strong that it is also a big pain.
Suddenly, the white man’s shirt was untied, and his steps were backed by a bow dragon, which jumped up like a lobster and blinked. He had already grabbed QuYong’s front, and his left and right bows and palms were strong with a sharp wind.
"Is this a dragon?" Qu Yong is very familiar with this posture. Just now, he was jumping on the road in a dragon shape. I didn’t expect this white man to be a pure China Kung Fu at first, but Qu Yong Ma saw that this white man’s dragon shape was slightly different from his own dragon shape. Looking at the change of his dragon shape, he actually grabbed the palace on both sides with maliciousness and softness.
"This is mind boxing."
Chapter seventy-three Against firearms
Ji Longfeng founded Mind Liuhe Boxing, which changed from heart business to mind boxing, also known as mind boxing. Some people tend to confuse mind boxing with mind boxing, which are indeed very similar from the outside frame. However, it is difficult to prevent the gods from grabbing the position by stepping on the middle door, and it is also difficult to prevent them from grabbing the middle line of the palace and hitting people. It is said to be strong and fierce, while mind boxing is more mean to attack the enemy. The angle of play is very vicious.
Whether these two kinds of boxing are better or worse depends on people, but boxing gives birth to a person from the heart. If the boxing is aboveboard for a long time, others will be open and aboveboard, while if a person is always thinking about how to harm people, others will not be noble.
See the white man at first QuYong dare not careless a backward split fist like a tiger fight dragon "bang! Hey! " The two men’s hands collided on both sides of Quyong’s lower abdomen. This time, Quyong brought a dark energy. He calculated that if he wanted to win, he could surprise the white man with a dark energy in the tiger shape, hoping to hit him first. When the two men’s hands touched, the dark energy erupted like a needle in his thumb.
Sure enough, the white man never imagined that the young man had developed a dark energy and suffered a dark loss in a fight. Otherwise, when Qu Yong’s dark energy just plunged into his palm, he immediately turned the snake into a dragon and slipped out like a slippery snake. "His dark energy will be returned first, and it will look good and rough soon, otherwise my hands will be abolished!" The white man retired quickly, but Qu Yong was faster.
He had to reason and tide wait for no man to make progress in the previous step. A tiger came out of the stream with dark strength, although it was extremely powerful, but it was also very exhausting. Just now, Qu Yong couldn’t help but feel a little anxious. He had to pursue it with a momentum like a tiger
"pa!" The white man’s arm was blocked, but his strength was so strong that the white man had lost the initiative and could not stop his steps, and he took a step back.
This white man is a master of strength, but he was accidentally beaten by someone. On the other hand, Qu Yong is just stronger than a tiger. He is boring, and it is another move to make progress. Chopping his fist arm like a big axe cuts the white man’s heart secretly. This is a move to eat all over the world. This is just good for Qu Yong. Now Qu Yong is like a big axe, and this white man is a thousand-year-old tree. Although this old tree is deeply rooted, it can’t stand the sharp axe again and again.
The white man even stepped back three times, and his arms were sore and painful. He was so wronged in his heart that he actually had a lot of vicious tricks. It happened that he couldn’t fight Qu Yong’s offensive with his dark strength like a storm. In fact, he was secretly complaining that his dark strength would consume a lot of strength, and every intersection with the other side made him feel bad.
The two men’s arms crossed just when they just looked at the white man’s hand, which was dumbfounded. The hand was very white. How strong was his boss? How do you know that the roughest way of playing with this young man actually fell off the wind? In fact, if you want to talk about real martial arts, one is a master at the peak of strength, and the other is a genius boy who is proficient in dark strength. It is hard to know who will die, but now one person’s attack momentum and strength are rising. A person has repeatedly resisted breathing disorders, and among them, he has a high sentence.
At this time, the white man has retreated, and he has been forced to the stairs. Qu Yong is another progressive fist chop, and the white man will retreat. He is surprised to know that this will be a big axe chop by Qu Yong, but this white man is an experienced expert in actual combat after all. He actually rolled a trick and rolled down the stairs. He is a white man. He knows that life is more than face at this time, and he will have a broken tendon if he doesn’t roll a fist.
Qu Yong didn’t hesitate to catch up with a tiger mountain immediately. He knew very well that he had spent almost all his strength in these dark days. If he let the white man distance himself this time, he would lose, but he didn’t pull his gun as fast as the white man did. He didn’t split his fist and got the gun in his hand.
Just now, if Qu Yong hadn’t been as fierce as an axe, the white man would have drawn his gun. "The young man is good!" Although this white man makes it authentic China Kung Fu, there is no pure warrior demeanor in his bones. When the wind falls, he immediately pulls out his gun.
Qu Yong brilliantly took back the tiger shape, and he suddenly felt a sense of sadness. There were also several boxing masters in China in the modern Xingye period, but the guns of foreigners collapsed one after another. It was a solid contest of martial arts firearms, which proved that firearms won an overwhelming victory. Unless the martial arts were as magical as Sun Lutang and Xue Dian, people would have a backhand in front of powerful firearms.
"Ah" QuYong sighed. I didn’t expect them to carry guns. I still thought it was too simple. He said, "You won."
"The gun won." The white man had taken over the wind, but he obviously didn’t have the idea of a gun. Instead, he slowly got up and walked up to Qu Yong and said, "No matter how powerful martial arts are, they can’t match a small pistol. Are you white?"
"I’m white" Qu Yong remembered that the childhood posture in Doraemon KV was not unpleasant, but he still couldn’t escape the iron gun marksmanship, which directly led to the failure of Dafei.
"Then tell me what your name is?" The white man pointed a gun at QuYong and walked upstairs.
"My name is" at the moment when the two men crossed the stairs, Qu Yong suddenly twisted his foot like a fierce horse’s hip, and his right hand flashed through his ribs like a poisonous snake. The white man relied on the lighter to win the game, but he was careless for a moment. They both came to the wrong body and passed away, and they leaned very close to Qu Yong. This move was the most clever one. It was the same day that God taught the "dragon and snake converging attack" that the white man’s wrist was taken by Qu Yong, and he also reacted very quickly. His forefinger wanted to pull the trigger.
As soon as Qu Yong took his wrist, he felt a clear feeling in the pores of his palm. When he pulled the extensor tendon of the white index finger, Qu Yong immediately understood that he was going to pull the trigger. He didn’t even think about it. After touching the white track with his right hand, he gently turned violently and heard a "card rub". This is the dislocation sound of the wrist.
On the same day, this trick was intended to feed QuYong’s strength into a circle to break his wrist. Now this white man was accidentally broken by QuYong, but he still shot it out. "Bang" Mars splashed too far into the concrete floor. If QuYong didn’t know how to listen, he would first change the direction of the white man’s forefinger strength and then take off his wrist. If this gun is so close, it will definitely hit QuYong 100%.
Qu Yong won a move and never dared to give the white man a breathing space. Because of the narrow corridor, he twisted his right hand like a python or held the white man’s wrist tightly to prevent him from shooting again, while the other arm severely strangled his neck.
This kind of snake is very fierce. If it entangles the person, the person will suffocate soon.
As soon as the white man was strangled, his face immediately rose to pig blood. His left wrist was dislocated and the tip of his right elbow was like a gun. He wanted to hit Qu Yong in the chest with his elbow to force him to loosen up, but Qu Yong refused to let them go, and suddenly it became a stalemate between life and death.
"Knock, knock!" Qu Yong’s chest was hit, but fortunately, the white man’s throat was strangled and he couldn’t breathe easily. Otherwise, Qu Yong would have to be hit a few times and his ribs would be broken, but even so, he felt chest tightness and pain as hell, but he couldn’t loosen his hands at this time, and he would definitely die.
This kind of struggle is really bloody and cruel, and only after experiencing this kind of life-and-death struggle can a person grow up rapidly. At this time, when the white hand sees that the situation is wrong, he wants to rush over to help Qu Yong, and secretly complains that he can’t cope with it alone. What can he do if he comes again?
When he twisted his hip, his kneecaps hit the white man’s knee outward, and then they both rolled down the stairs to hit the wall, and the white man’s left wrist was in great pain because it had been dislocated and after this rolling, he couldn’t hold the revolver, and the hand fell to the ground with a bang.
Qu Yong saw the pistol and secretly scolded himself for being stupid. He hooked the pistol to his front with a toe hook and grabbed it with one hand.
"Don’t move!" This is the first time Qu Yong has touched a gun in his life. It is a bit cold and heavy, and there is a kind of power. He has never fired a gun, but he is actually very uncertain in his heart, but he is a little shy.
The white man and hand * * unexpectedly capsized in the gutter, thus being turned over by QuYong.
Qu Yong looked at the white man and said slowly, "The gun is really powerful, but after all, it is a dead thing. Do you say much?"
"You won," the white man said with a wry smile. "I underestimated you."
Qu Yongshen said, "Who are you? Who did you rob this time?"
The white man sneered, "Will you and I talk?"
QuYong clenched a pistol, "you don’t say I’ll kill you! I said that Qu Yong did it! "