Chapter 652

The old man really has two brushes. He can see every move in his eyes. If he wants to win him, he has to have some real skills.

The old man and I fought each other for dozens of moves in the challenge arena. In the middle of the fight, the old man forced me away with his inner strength several times and even slapped me in the face. He didn't expect that I was so young and had so much inner strength. Instead of taking advantage of it, he suffered some small losses, because his chest was shocked and numb just now, which affected the rhythm. His original moves were not coherent for a moment .

How could the old man think that there are three strange old men in my body, and some of them are strong. In addition, they have trained themselves these years, and their strength is certainly not weak. He also underestimates me.

The old man's move was damaged. I didn't miss this chance. I made a fierce attack and fell my fist, like a Rainstorm on the rock.

The old man wrung his brows and chose to avoid the attack. His flashing body wanted to spit out the stuffy air from his chest. In front of him, he changed his body shape and followed my body. Now he changed my body. My body moved with his body. He moved to the left, I moved to the left, he moved to the right, I moved to the right, like a shadow. He didn't give him any time to relax.

After all, the old man is old and his breath is disordered. If he can't be recuperated for a long time, his chest will be stuffy for a long time. But my attack doesn't stop at all. The more he fights, the harder he works. He sticks to it for a minute or two, and his face turns red. I can't spit out a turbid breath. Suddenly, I hit a heavy fist. The old man reaches out his hand to hold my fist In the middle of the way, I changed my fist into a grab, and grabbed the palm of his hand.

I went along the palm of my hand and pulled his arm all the way up. The old man lost his center of gravity and was thrown out by me.

The old man's body revolves in mid air for a circle, and falls on the railing steadily. Since this guy knows how to lighten his body, he can destroy my three outlooks.

The old man went up to the challenge arena railing and refused to come down for a long time. He adjusted his breath on it. I'm going up to force him to come down. But think about it carefully. Although my balance ability is good, if I compare with the old man, it must be far inferior. I've been trained specially by others. I'm just half hanging. I'm looking for abuse when I go up.

OK. If you don't come down, I'll motivate you.

I stood in the middle of the challenge arena, facing the old man, I said with a laugh: "master, how can you hide up there? Climb so high, be careful if you fall down and break your leg."

The old man secretly teased me and ignored me. I continued to laugh: "I said, elder, do you want to fight or not? If you don't fight, you'll give up. I'm not so unreasonable. As long as you give up, I won't care with you. Besides, you are so old that you shouldn't have come to such a place to show off your strength. You don't want to see what this place is. If you are an old man and don't spend your life at home, why do you come here to join in the fun? "

I'm constantly nagging below, disturbing the old man's mind. He may be annoyed by me. Just a little bit, he jumps down from the railing and falls down three or four meters away.

I didn't take the opportunity to post it. This old man is very interesting. I'd like to see what he can do.

The old man frowned and said, "you arrogant smelly boy, if I don't teach you a lesson today, you don't know how high and thick the sky is. Come on

The old man made an offensive gesture. This time, he wanted to attack me?

I did not bird him, he attacked, I also attacked, two people attack to see who can beat who.

Compared with just one advance, one retreat, one attack and one defense, this time we both changed our ways and tried our best to attack. The old man no longer used Tai Chi, but used a set of boxing techniques. I'm sorry, I don't know much about it. I can't name it.

In less than five seconds, the old man burst out 20 or 30 punches in a row. I didn't dodge, and I met each other. The two fists collided and gave out a dull hum. All this happened too quickly. When our fists intersected for 20 or 30 times, my body reacted. I was shaken away by the old man's fist strength, and my head was forced back by my fist strength for seven or eight steps.

I was shocked. This old man is really a freak. He is hard and soft. He plays Tai Chi like a flowing cloud in the front, and he plays boxing like a fierce tiger in the back. These two completely different ways can achieve such a superb level. It's not easy.

The old man looked at me with a look of surprise. He didn't expect that I would dare to take this fierce blow from him, and he didn't fall behind.

We didn't stay too long. We fought together again. In the eyes of outsiders, we only saw two shadows coming and going, one in red pants and the other in black pants.

The old man is particular about fighting. If he doesn't fight where he is too damaged, he may regard himself as an identity. But I am different. I practice fighting skills. In the jungle, as long as I can kill those beasts, I don't care what part of them, head, waist and crotch, so long as I have the chance, I will greet them.

In this way, the old man is a bit stretched. Maybe the people who used to fight with him know some rules more or less and won't go to these places to greet him. But I don't talk about the rules and how to get along.

Originally, there were no restrictions on the black boxing field. You should know the rules here and kill no matter how much money you have to earn.

The old man's moves are richer than mine. He is dazzled at me, but I basically don't use any routine. It's simple and direct. Every move has a strong lethality.I have been fighting with the old man for more than ten minutes. Under this fast-paced and high pressure, the old man is old after all, and his physical strength and reaction can not support his high-speed load exercise.

With the passage of time, he fell down again. Compared with me in speed and endurance, the old man was obviously not an opponent. I was dozens of years younger than him. Over time, this advantage became more obvious.

After the fight, the old man was completely suppressed by me. I took the opportunity to fight with the old man. Without waiting for the old man to step back, I took the initiative to further shorten the distance between the two. The old man shot again in a hurry, and his strength would inevitably be damaged. The two fists intersected again, and the old man stepped back again. I steadied my body, took advantage of the victory, and shot a heavy fist again. The old man could not dodge, It's hard. It goes through his fist and hits his chest.

The old man suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and flew out, hitting heavily on the railing of the challenge arena.

After landing, the old man put his hands on the ground and tried to get up by himself, but he failed several times, and finally sat down on the floor.

I stretched out my hand to pull the old man up. He pushed my hand away and said, "you win."

The old man said that he didn't speak any more. He just looked at the challenge arena.