Chapter 142 Enemies gathered  (1)

"What a sandbag for practicing boxing!"

Xiang Shuai laughed loudly while jumping constantly, causing his body to shake back and forth. He used his extremely strange steps to implement offense and defense dodge throughout his body. Xiang Shuai's steps were extremely light, and his fists were always in front of him.

The gown on Yang Dashuan's body had all been shattered, and the dark purple marks of his fists were printed on his chest. Each fist mark was superimposed on each other, and no one knew how many fists Yang Dashuan had eaten Xiangshuan.

After hearing Xiang Shuai's words, Yang Dashuan laughed. "So you usually beat sandbags like this, and you don't have much strength! How about it, what happened to me just now?"

In fact, it seems that Lao Yang is at a disadvantage, but Xiang Shuai is similar to him, and the two are always at the same level.

Although the martial arts attack and defense dodge have a 30% chance of dodging, Xiangshuai has not yet reached the level of being able to ignore all attacks. Yang Dashuai is not good at it. After suffering a few losses, although he did not find the loophole in this boxing technique, he still touched Ni Duan a little. His strength is not small. He punched Xiangshuai three or four punches with one punch, and each time he hit Xiangshuai with a muffled groan.

"You're just like this!" Xiang Shuai pretended to relax and bounced the dust that did not exist on her chest. Yang Dashuan's fists suddenly hit his lower abdomen, and Xiang Shuai almost shouted out on the spot that his mother was so painful. Although Xiang Shuai's moves were extremely elegant and graceful, the fool could see that his arms were trembling quietly.

"Farting, if it doesn't hurt, then your arms will shake?" Yang Dashuan poked Xiang Shuai's nose and poked through his pig urine bag. "Xiang Shuai rolled her eyes. He wanted to spit Yang Dashuan with a spitting look on his face.

Yang Dashuan looked at Xiang Shuai's eyes and looked for a brick. He wanted to catch something and hit Xiang Shuai's forehead and fight to the death.

After a while of hard work, the slaves and the hunters also reacted early. Like last time, as the two of them separated, a large group of people stood behind Yang Dashuan and Xiangshuai.

"It's time to end? You've fought all the time. Let's take it over if you have any holidays!" Posaya saw that the two of them had finally had a break in the middle of the game, and then he quickly interrupted.

The Da Taibao dragged the Destroyer out of the collapsed house and respectfully handed it to Yang Dashuan. Yang Dashuan just took the Destroyer, and when he heard Posaya's words, he blinked his eyes and suddenly burst into laughter. At Posaya's puzzled gaze, Lao Yang pointed at Xiangshuan and said, "Teacher, it's time, are you still counting on us to celebrate the festival? Are you asking this guy possible?"

"Yes, Lord Posaya, don't get involved!" Xiangshuai also spoke, and he unexpectedly agreed with Yang Dashuan's idea. "If the winner is not decided tonight, I will have regrets in my life."

indeed.

Although the two of them tried their best and did their real skills no matter what, they did not knock down the other party. And they had to ensure that they were paying close attention, otherwise they would be the one who fell to the ground for a negligence.

Yang Dashuan laughed twice, stretched his body, and the bones in his body made crackling sounds like fried beans at this moment. The Destroyer was thrown to the ground by him. To be honest, he still had to chop with an axe and beat him with a fist.

Seeing that Yang Dashuan had no weapons, Xiang Shuai also threw down his sword and took a few steps forward.

Seeing this scene, Lao Yang couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. "Don't you use a sword?"

"Didn't you use an axe?" Xiang Shuai snorted coldly. "I don't want to take advantage of you."

Old Yang burst into laughter.

It is easy to take advantage of yourself. Without a good tooth, you may not be able to bite Yang Dashuan's hard bone. Old Yang lowered his head and looked for it hard. Gao Fei tactfully handed a stone the size of a washbasin. Yang Dashuan looked at Xiang Shuai and punched the stone.

With a bang, the stone was smashed by Lao Yang's fist, and the gravel and powder flew around in a flash. "Can your body be harder than this thing?"

"Okay! Beautiful!"

"The Lord is a good person!"

The slaves let out a burst of cheers, slap, and cheers.

Joan of Arc looked at Yang Dashuan with a smug look and covered her face embarrassingly. She suddenly felt that this scene just now was something that monkey-playing people often do in the alliance.

"Do you think you are a famous acrobat in our Elf Empire - Magic Wan Liu? Cut stone bricks with empty hands, why don't you break big stones on your chest?" After staying with Yang Dashuan for a long time, Xiang Shuai's tongue also became vicious. "Do you think everyone is standing there like a fool and letting you beat you up? Are you stupid, or are others stupid?"

Yang Dashuan's brows jumped wildly.

The people around him couldn't help but laugh.

The shouts and cheers suddenly became quiet.

Yang Dashuan was not angry, and threw away the stone and patted the gray on his hand. "Xiangshuai, honestly, you are not my opponent. When you really fight, I'm afraid that your body, which is even tenderer than the little girl, will be smashed down by me with one punch."

"You can try it!" Xiang Shuai snorted coldly, obviously disdainful of Yang Dashuan's words. "The fallen may not be me!"

Xiang Shuai raised the corner of her mouth and slowly took off her top.

The thin and well-proportioned body was hidden in its thin and symmetrical body, and there were several purple fist marks on his lower abdomen and chest. When he took off his shirt, Xiang Shuai accidentally touched those places, and his body couldn't help but tremble gently.

The hunters surrounded Xiang Shuai when she took off her coat and blocked Yang Dashuan.

This detail made Yang Dashuan really unhappy!

Are we so shameless? Will we attack others when they take off their clothes?

But to be honest, Yang Dashuan really thought so.

"Get out of the way, would a phoenix knight do such a despicable thing?" Xiang Shuai tied her sleeves to her waist and shouted at the elves in front of her. This sentence immediately made Yang Dashuan's face turn red. Looking at the soldiers who quickly moved away, Xiang Shuai raised her head and looked at Yang Dashuan. "How is it? Let's start!"

"You don't use weapons?" Yang Dashuan narrowed his eyes.

"You don't need to use weapons to deal with you!" Xiang Shuai's pace began to move, and she shook her head decisively when using offense and defense to dodge. Whether in the Elf Empire, Alliance, or tribe, there will be such a group of people. Once they fight, they will fight against the enemy empty-handedly. Such guys are good at various martial arts and fighting skills. When playing hand-to-hand combat, no one will be their opponent.

And people on Hekai continent like to call them fighters!

Knowing that the second round was about to start again, all the slaves consciously moved away.

After a sharp battle, not only did they not reduce the fighting spirit of the two, but instead made their emotions even more high. Just like burning in a fire, everyone was involuntarily infected.

Xiang Shuai moved quickly in her tap dance steps, swaying her shoulders back and forth, and making false moves in her chest with her fists.

Gradually, Xiangshuai began to revolve around Yang Dashuan.

The phantom also followed.

One, two, three... until the top ten phantoms appeared at the same time, and a large circle was drawn in the open space, surrounding Yang Dashuan. At too fast, the weeds on the ground made a silence sound, and a burst of grass chips flew.

"After shadow killing punch!"

The team suddenly burst into tears.

The legendary set of fighting skills is extremely strange. Once the fighter uses it, his own speed will reach the extreme. Moreover, because of his too fast movement speed, he can also achieve a ghost-like shadow to confuse the enemy. When the opponent is negligent, the opponent's attack from the opponent's blind spot determines the outcome with one move.

However, this set of fighting skills has long become a legend. No one expected that Xiang Shuai would use it here, but he was afraid that he would even take out the skills to put the bottom of the box!

Yang Dashuan was not afraid of him either.

It is easy for Yang Dashuan to break martial arts by breaking bricks, qigong by breaking knifes, and to kill the master with sticks.

The slaves and the hunters consciously closed their mouths, and they didn't even dare to breathe loudly. In this situation, even a slight sound would cause the two of them to be distracted and even change the outcome of the entire battle.

A total of twelve afterimages surrounded Yang Dashuan at twelve hours.

With the swaying fire, the afterimage made different actions. Whether inside or outside the circle, these twelve afterimages seemed to be true.

"It's just as confusing as the Sun Misty Technique!"

Leren put a terrifying javelin on this fighting skill in her heart. Even as the night elf, she was favored by Eluni, she did not have the ability to see in the moonlight which one is Xiang Shuai’s true body in the afterimage.

Not only Leren didn't know, but almost no one present could see clearly.

Posaya could no longer hide her surprise. Her heart was like the Suprati River at the height of the tide, surging. Afterimage Killing Fist was extremely difficult to learn. Not only did it have a great demand for the learner's physical fitness, but it was not possible to be completed overnight in just three to five years. The twelve afterimages, which reached the master level, may have already been able to look down on the entire empire. (ps: Whether it is fighting skills, martial arts, and magic, they are divided into apprentices, junior, advanced, and master level. Also commonly known as advanced. Unlike professional titles, this is just a skill level.) Just as everyone was still lamenting Xiangshuai's fighting skills, the afterimage suddenly moved.

No one noticed what was going on.

Twelve afterimages rushed over from twelve directions.

Yang Dashuan was stunned. To be honest, he looked at it for a long time but didn't see that the shadow was real. Now he saw that all twelve shadows rushed over, but he had not reacted for a while, so he hurriedly met.

A afterimage closest to Yang Dashuan suddenly felt a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth. Before his smile could be fully revealed, a fist had already hit him in the face.

On a night when the moonlight is like water, the villages and towns gather in crowds.

In the crowds, everyone witnessed that Yang Dashuan's fist hit Xiang Shuai's face firmly.
Chapter completed!