The iron arm poking foot is flexible and flexible, and the dominant waist is the way of each way! Step by step, one step, one after another, and the circle is connected, so it is called "continuous." The tulips alternate, interchange left and right, and paired in pairs, so it is often called "mandarin duck feet!"

Bai Ze had been at the foundation of more than ten years, but now he has obtained the lost essence of "five steps and thirteen guns" from the Mu Dao Ren. Just in terms of tui skills, he has really mastered it to the highest level of this skill.

In addition, in recent times, I have been practicing sword skills and walking in the basket, and my body movements are lighter and faster. Once I burst out with all my strength, within ten meters of radius, even if the opponent pointed it at him with a gun, the bullet would not be able to hit him.

Bai Ze's body kept shaking, and his original figure of about 1.8 meters seemed to have been hit by two heads at once, and his turn became more flexible. He rushed to the side of a man who raised his gun and kept shooting, and his feet did not stop. He was "lifting the gun." The iron arm was like a gun, and it broke down with a puff, and the flesh and blood intersected. Although the man was wearing a standard bulletproof vest and blocked it in his busy schedule, Bai Ze's fist power penetrated deep into his bone marrow and could easily crush the stone slabs through tofu. The man was still standing still, but the flesh and blood under the bulletproof vest suddenly sank inward.

The internal organs were damaged immediately. The liver and kidney on the side of the abdomen were probably rotten into meat paste in an instant, and then they immediately flew.

At the same time, Bai Ze's steps did not stop at all. His palms went out one after another, and he went in and out of the spear and horse without any trace. When the man flew, his body had already slid out next to him. His mind was gathering, and his five senses and six consciousnesses had already reached the extreme at this time. He had already understood the effects that his fist could achieve, so he was too lazy to look at his opponent again after one move.

Immediately afterwards, he stepped on his feet and suddenly turned around and appeared in front of another big gunman with a gun. The big man was staring at Bai Ze's figure and shot all the bullets in the magazine in one breath. However, Bai Ze's body was small and moved in a small area, like a divine helper. He was so fast that he could hardly even keep up with his eyes. Seven guns could only land behind him.

The feeling was like you could see the other person's shadow at your eyes, but you would unknowingly slow down on the line without realizing it, full of a strong sense of incongruity.

As soon as the gunshots stopped in the big man's hand, he immediately pulled his hand and made another magazine full of bullets from his waist. Just as he was about to replace it, Bai Ze's man had already rushed over. A fierce "overlord elbow" was pressed horizontally at his mouth. The man suddenly felt like he was hit head-on by a furious Spanish bull. His body, which was 170 to 80 kilograms, rose into the air with a sound, and fell six or seven meters away, and was in awe on the spot.

The guns in these people are not vegetarians, so Bai Ze's moves are all killers, and what he wants is to kill him with one blow. For him, time is life.

He rushed up from under the ditch, for only ten or twenty seconds. He first grabbed one in the face and then stabbed one with a military spear, kicked one to death, punched one to death, and hit one to death with an elbow. The few people closest to the middle-aged man, along with the four elite mercenaries he specially placed beside him, died in the blink of an eye. Even though the middle-aged man had experienced many battles and was used to the rain of bullets, he was frightened and his scalp was numb.

Although the mercenaries spend their lives and exchange their lives for money, and their tasks are piled up with one piece of human life, they will die if they shoot them at the gun. Have you ever seen a "strong man" like Bai Ze?" A small team of armed personnel with a total of 40 people has been crippled by one person bare hands and most of them have been crippled by a single person.

Even though this middle-aged man had seen countless blood, he couldn't help but be frightened at this time. He immediately gave an order and pulled his neck and shouted, "Feng Zhen, please be upset, stop him, and keep the others away, don't be approached by him."

Before he finished speaking, a short and concise man who was less than 1.7 meters tall suddenly rubbed his body and pounced on him, punching in a blink of an eye, swinging his fists to make a sharp sound of breaking the wind, and his arms moved in one breath, and the air was squeaking, as dense as a rain, and as crisp as a whip.

This mercenary named Feng Zhen is the middle-aged man who has been practicing martial arts since childhood and is proficient in martial arts. Although he is shorter than others, his fighting strength is undoubtedly the strongest in the entire mercenary team.

People who practice boxing have reached a certain level of skill and have a strong feeling about danger. Although Feng Zhen could not detect Bai Ze's movements in advance, his reaction was not a little faster than his companions when Bai Ze rushed out to kill someone.

Taking advantage of Bai Ze's chance to kill several people in a row, he suddenly came out from the side when he was not dissipated. He had already seen that Bai Ze's kung fu is much better than himself. He was killed when he was touched, and injured when he was rubbed. But a stream of blood surged into his heart, and he didn't have to think about anything else in his life. At the command of the middle-aged man, he reflexed and rushed up. He should have practiced kung fu like a fist, so he tried his best, "two fists are as dense as rain, and a whip is fast." In order to block Bai Ze's footsteps, he asked others to withdraw in time to keep a distance.

There was a fist shadow in front of me, and the violent sound of breaking the wind and rain in front of me instantly dispersed, making a sound of slap.

Feng Zhen, who has performed more than a dozen missions abroad, has the nickname "Ghost Hand", and although his skills may not be very good, his courage and fearlessness at the command were enough to shock anyone. Even Bai Ze's movements could not help but slow down at this time.

After all, he was still a human being. After fighting all the way, more than 20 people died in his hands in just seven or eight minutes. Not to mention how much physical energy was consumed, he just thought that he was aimed at at least a dozen pistols at all times, and he became extremely nervous and did not dare to relax at all.

He was unwilling to get involved with others, and it wasted time. Bai Ze's body flashed, stepped a few steps, and wandered sideways. He was about to use his body skills again and missed Feng Zhen, and rushed into the crowd like a square meter. Unexpectedly, Feng Zhen immediately forgot life and death once he took action, and his momentum was like a mad tiger. He was a soldier and later became a mercenary. His experience in killing was extremely rich. Moreover, he had been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and his body was short and more flexible. When he saw Bai Ze's body move, he immediately stuck up.

Bai Ze was prepared in his heart. Seeing this situation, he immediately made a mistake and slid out, and followed the trend and grabbed it with one claw. This was his usual eagle claw grasping hand, which was grabbed by someone's throat, and he died as soon as he grabbed it. It was very successful.

But he didn't know that Feng Zhen seemed to be really afraid. He ignored Bai Ze's palm. His life was not his own. He did not dodge. Instead, he turned his body and came forward. At the same time, he punched the air, spitting out the bones of his middle finger like a knife, and also banged hard at Bai Ze's Adam's apple.

Mercenaries use fighting techniques learned in the army before. They combine many fighting characteristics at home and abroad. They are simple and direct, and target the joints and key points of the opponent, so they are also called "one-hit killing technique".

Feng Zhen has blocked mercenaries for so many years and has long formed his own fighting style. Not only is he fierce in his actions, he is extremely fast, but he is also extremely powerful. He exchanges injuries for injuries and death for injuries, and he is so brave that he is not afraid of death.

Bai Ze immediately knew that the other party was clearly trying to force him to fight against him to lose both sides.

Although Feng Zhen’s martial arts skills are far inferior to Bai Ze, everyone has a life. If you want to fight for it, you will be more ruthless at the critical moment of life and death. To a certain extent, this is enough to offset the huge gap in kung fu.

Bai Ze's body was slowing down again.

Just then, a faint crane sound came from behind him again. Ruan Hongnan, who had been standing in front of the car and watching his brother's body, finally took action again.

His body opened like a huge crane, flying over the ground in two steps. As his movements changed, his fist turned into a bird's beak, pecking at both sides of Bai Ze.

Bai Ze only felt the strong wind invading the back of his head, and blue veins popped up on the sun, and felt like his brain was numb.

"Crane peck!"

As soon as he heard the wind coming from behind his head, the crane whispered faintly. Bai Ze, the master of boxing, saw it as if he had seen it. He immediately sneered. The reason why he had not tried his best to prevent Ruan Hongnan.

It is strange that a master-level White Crane Fist master is born in the Golden Triangle and is not proficient in guns. Compared with the mercenaries of the Central and Southern men, such people are undoubtedly the most terrifying.

However, now Ruan Hongnan could not help but take action, but Bai Ze's heart was relieved.

He shouted suddenly, turned around and rushed forward, and fought with Ruan Hongnan. For a moment, the dense and sharp claw wind tear apart the air and burst out repeatedly. Compared to Feng Zhen, Ruan Hongnan's kung fu and experience were undoubtedly more powerful and rich, but Bai Ze was not a young boy who had never seen blood. His current life has been at least fifty or sixty since he went to Mount Emei to now, and even Taoist Mu had many complaints about him. This fancy-free fight immediately made Ruan Hongnan lose the opportunity to use guns in close proximity.

Moreover, Bai Ze's eagle claws and iron arms were grabbed by each claw, which was like a sharp sound of a sword slashing into the air. It was not something Ruan Hongnan's Baihe Fist could resist. After just one collision, all the clothes on his arms were torn into cloth strips, and the flesh broke into the bone marrow.
Chapter completed!