Chapter 252 Thunder Methods

"Frog in the well."

Yang Lin snorted coldly, without seeing any moves, nor did he sank his waist and act.

Just took a deep breath and punched it lightly.

The punches don't seem too fast.

A strong wind suddenly broke out in the air.

The curtain was rolling wildly, and the lights and candles were all dimmed.

The cups, plates, dishes and dishes inside the house were vibrating, and the jingling sounded like a piece.

The tables, chairs and benches were also pushed by someone, sliding backwards in all directions...

Even Xiao Gu, Wang Minghao and others, including musicians and technicians and others.

He was also attacked by this fist wind and he couldn't help but take five or six steps back.

He couldn't stand firmly and almost fell down.

The most embarrassing thing is Zhang Wei, who uses a fierce knife.

He hangs the seal with the general in his left hand, and the little ghost in his right hand probes...

One sword is a magical one, and one sword is a mysterious one.

I thought to myself that no matter how the other party blocked, I could not stop my wandering sword technique.

The Eight-Slaying Knife has never been a slasher.

It is a sword technique that is almost intimate.

The force is short and fast, and it is incompetent. As long as you are snatched by yourself, you can use the secret technique of using the strange angle of the knife.

Few people can escape, and the strangle of the two swords.

Moreover, this knife technique combines the steps of the knife and the steps, and comes and goes like lightning.

Not afraid of being counterattacked and defeated.

Unless, the other party has a long weapon in his hand.

For example, a spear and an espresso.

Moreover, he can also use such long soldiers to block himself in the outer circle.

Don't let yourself get close to one foot and three inches.

The opponent in front of him obviously does not meet this condition.

Not only did he not have a long soldier in his hand, on the contrary, he did not even have a dagger with his hands.

Why can he block his two swords?

This is exactly the confidence that Zhang Wei was so confident that he still dared to rush forward even though he saw that Yang Lin was in a difficult position and was powerful.

In the style of national martial arts, there is a world of difference between having weapons in hand and not having weapons in hand.

Especially Zhang Wei, a great boxer with a dark force, is already very powerful, and he can have the power of breaking trees and cracking stones with just one blow.

Once a person like him has the weapons to match, he will practice his unique moves.

Not to mention killing a thousand people, killing a hundred people is easy.

Not to mention ordinary warriors, even great boxers of the same level.

If he had no weapons in his hand, he could also fight three with his two swords.

He even felt that even if he was a master in front of him, he would not dare to say that he could escape unstoppably under his sword.

...

Zhang Wei was still full of confidence the moment before, but the next moment, his eyes were full of fear.

The punch was printed lightly, and he felt the wind around him howling.

I didn't seem to be inside the house, but in the eyes of a hurricane wind storm flying in the desert.

The two swords were involuntarily sucked by the fist wind and headed towards the fist.

His figure was also caused by a strange force, which could not be retreated even if he wanted to retreat.

In his busy schedule, he had only time to intersect his swords and blocked his chest.

Then, his hands and arms were shaking violently.

An unparalleled shock force came over.

In his horrified eyes.

The eight-slashing double swords made of Bailiang Steel were broken into pieces.

Together with his arms, it exploded into countless flesh and bones.

It passed through him, bringing bloody rain like an arrow.

This is not over yet...

That punch seemed to be not blocked at all, and there was a white air wave at the tip of the fist, bang...

A punch hits the chest.

Without even screaming, a big fist was printed on his entire back.

The body flew backwards.

Bang...

There was a loud bang.

The whole room was shaken.

Dust rolls and falls.

Everyone was so shocked that they ran around and hid, screaming.

When the movement stopped, everyone turned around and looked...

I saw a big hole appeared on the ink and water landscape map on the front wall of the A-shaped box.

The bricks and stones exploded, and cracks spread like spider webs to all sides.

And in the center of the crack.

Zhang Wei was in a large shape and was deeply embedded in the wall, almost flushing.

The power of this punch.

Broken knife.

Broken bone.

Punching through the chest.

Shattering the walls.

Zhang Zhen, a great boxer who is famous in Guangdong and Guangxi, was destroyed by Yang Lin's punch without causing any turmoil.

He is not a top boxer who has become a top boxer who has become a muscle-refining and bone-forging.

But a fragile glass man.

“Bao…”

A gunshot.

Yang Lin's head slightly turned a bullet passed by his ear and hit the wall.

Make a small pit.

He slowly turned around, with a sarcastic smile on his lips, and looked at Zhao Jun coldly.

"I've been waiting for your shot, but I've been waiting for a long time."

"You, you..."

Zhao Jun was incoherent.

The evil light in the eyes turned into fear through and through.

Looking at Yang Lin, he no longer looked at a policeman, but a demon king.

His body trembled, he suppressed his fear and thumping...

Fire five shots until all the bullets in the pistol are shot.

As a result, I saw the young man in the police uniform on the opposite side, just tilted his head, leaned his side, raised his legs, and walked in front of him.

What kind of devil is this?

Zhao Jun's mind was blank, and the gun in his hand slowly fell down, and he had no feeling.
To be continued...