Chapter 1912

"Kill

Knowing that it is difficult to die well, Morita roars and rushes to Ye Tianlong.

Ye Tianlong fingers gently waved: "take it down, live."

Han grabs the tiger and blocks it. He laughs: "let me finish my game."

After Morita escaped from the shipyard, Han Qinhu has been thinking about him all the time. Now that he has a chance, he will not let it go.

"Go to hell."

Seeing that Han captured the tiger was in the way, Morita was not afraid. With a loud drink, his strength came out and rushed towards Han captured the tiger.

The dying hand, with the momentum of breaking the sky, is really like a dragon going out to sea.

Yuan Shazi's pretty face was slightly surprised. He didn't expect Morita Zhongdao to be so powerful. It seems that ye Tianlong is here tonight, otherwise he will be in trouble.

Thinking of this, she is more determined and dependent on Ye Tianlong.

"Boom!"

In the face of Morita's attack, Han Qihu still smiles. He also takes a step forward and then makes a fist.

There are no unpredictable moves, no profound and complicated routines, just a simple punch.

The random punch didn't have much skill to speak of, but it was the ordinary punch that changed Morita's face.

Because it just hit the only flaw in his fight.

Morita was very shocked, and had a better understanding of Han's ability to catch tigers.

"Bang!"

The two fists hit each other and each retreated four or five steps.

"Captain Shenfeng, is that all you can do?"

Han Qinhu, who has always maintained his strength, smiles coldly. His eyes twinkle, and his momentum suddenly explodes, just like a dam breaking a dike.

The momentum is rolling and shaking.

Han Qihu's whole body leaned slightly, his feet stomped on the ground, and the wood floor directly turned into a pile of debris.

Scattered flying!

"Whoosh!"

Han captured the tiger like a sharp arrow, shooting at Morita.

Morita's eyes suddenly widened, his face suddenly became cold, his body was severely shocked, and then he went up with the same dive attitude.

At the same time, hands of palm, with the roaring wind, suddenly attack, tearing the air between the two people.

"Bang bang!"

Fist palm instant collision, shock out of the fierce waves, the debris that was going to fall, again by the waves to shock fly out.

Morita's body trembled violently. Rao was that he used all his strength. He still suffered a lot from the hard work. He took a few steps to stabilize his body.

A touch of blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth and waist.

Ye Tianlong looked at Morita waist and said with a smile: "the more you go all out, the faster the blood flow of the wound, the more severe the pain will be later."

Morita roared: "even if I die, I will not give in to you."

"Come on then."

Han Qihu blows his fist, and his body bounces again soon. His toes are like a steel knife. With a sharp edge, he cuts toward Morita's head.

Han's fists are brutal and his legs are abnormal. This terrible kick is fast and fierce.

Morita didn't even have time to react, so he had to keep his arms in front of his chest.

"Bang bang!"

When ye Tianlong and Yuan Shazi blink, Han grabs tiger like whirlwind and kicks 18 feet. Morita feels that his arms are about to explode.

With Han's final capture of the tiger, Morita smashes into the dressing table of the original gauze, crushing the huge table.

The voice shocked the whole audience.

Morita just got up and saw Han catching the tiger with a blow.

Morita held back the pain of the wound, gave a sharp drink, stretched out his hand around the curtain beside him, yanked it, and darted out of the air like a swallow.

"Bang!"

At the moment Morita left the dressing table, Han caught the tiger and blew it into two pieces.

"Kill

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Morita came back from the half empty, and his fierce fist fell in the air, which contained an amazing strength of Qi.

This fist used up all Morita's power, and a powerful force was enveloped in it. The fierce wind of KUNDO was painful.

Han Qihu's eyes flashed cold, his fist burst out, furious, blue veins on the back of his hand.

It's an unparalleled attack.

"Bang!"

A blow swept the whole audience, Han Qinhu and Morita's fists, once again against the bomb together, stirring up a fierce wind.

The momentum is appalling.

Morita's body fell two meters later, and the blood at the corner of his mouth increased by two points. The strength of his fist was dispersed again.

Han Qihu also stepped back and bent his right foot uncontrollably, but he soon stood up again.

"Whoosh, whoosh!"Morita again charged, legs continuous attack.

Han catches the tiger and rushes to Morita.

Facing Morita's sweeping legs, he didn't have a dignified face, and the whole person directly fell into the shadow of legs all over the sky.

"Bang! Bang! Bang

Han captured the tiger with fists, arms or legs, and blocked Morita's legs.

Morita's strength in his leg power is not much different from that of steel. It just doesn't make Han take a step back.

When Morita's legs fall, Han's eyes are full of murders.

It's his turn to fight back!

"Boom!"

After Morita's attack, when he wanted to stabilize himself, Han Qihu stepped up and down, and the ground under his feet vibrated.

Proficient in the way of killing people, his fist is very simple, with the fastest one blow to Morita's face.

It's simple, it's rough, but it kills.

Morita face slightly changed, in the face of Han capture tiger attack and kill of this punch, just after the attack, he can't dodge, can only cross his arms.

Across the chest.

"Bang!"

Han catches the tiger this fist to bombard to kill but arrive, heavily bombards in Morita's arms, the fist's strength surges out, a head of all rushed to Morita.

"Ah -"

in Ye Tianlong's calm look, Morita snorted, and his Qi and blood rose, and his face turned pale.

In the flash after Morita, Han rushes to Morita again like a cheetah.

Come on!

It's in everyone's mind.

Han captured the tiger like a phantom close to Morita and punched him in the chest.

"Click!"

Morita screamed, broke his ribs, fell three or four meters heavily, fell at Ye Tianlong's feet, and the blood from his waist also shot out instantly.

Ye Tianlong tilts his head to the original gauze.

The original gauze steps forward, grabs Morita's samurai sword, and falls mercilessly to Morita's right hand.

"Rush

Morita's hand is cut off, then the light of the knife reappears, and his foot is also cut off by the original gauze

Morita screamed: "Ye Tianlong, you will die..."

"Whoosh!"

The original gauze is a knife again, cut off Morita's other hand.

Morita screamed: "asshole, I will not let you go even if I am a ghost. I will strangle you all, strangle you all."

The gauze didn't hesitate. As soon as the samurai knife split, Morita's last foot was broken, and blood gushed out two meters away.

"Ah -"

Rao Morita, with a heart of steel, also screamed hysterically in this cruel broken hand and foot.

"Stop bleeding, give it to Zhen."

Looking at the bloody Morita, ye Tianlong wiped the blood from the back of his hand with his fingers and said:

"I want to see whether it is the hard bone of the imperial sword association or the strong means of Zhen."

They're on the move.

Four hours later, ye Tianlong walked into Wanghai cemetery in Aocheng, which is regarded as civil servant cemetery. The burial ground is all dead police officers and firefighters.

Ye Tianlong walked for five minutes, then walked through a meadow to a gravestone in the corner.

There stood a man in plain clothes.

There is a bunch of flowers in front of the tombstone.

Hearing the movement behind him, Mo Feihua turns around and presses the gun bag. When he sees Ye Tianlong appear, he is slightly stunned, with surprise on his face:

"is it you? What are you doing here? "

Ye Tianlong put a smile on his face and put the lily in front of the tombstone. Then he took out two sweets and put them on.

"Today seems to be the memorial day for your good friend Liu Xiaoxiao. Although I don't know her, it doesn't prevent me from giving her a gift."

The ink flies to spend tiny a Leng, then lightly sigh a: "you have already sent."

The living dead of Ouyang Xiong, the disintegration of the imperial sword society, and Morita's pursuit of the whole city Mo Feihua is very grateful to Ye Tianlong.

"Not enough."

Ye Tianlong handed a photo to Mo Feihua with a calm look:

"three hours ago, Morita was taken by me. Half an hour ago, Morita's value was exhausted and I sank into the high seas."

"The position, the torture and the pain of those years, I want Morita to return them all for you friends..."

Ye Tianlong bowed to the tombstone, then put his hands in his pockets and turned away: "burn the photos of Morita's tragic death to her."

Mo Feihua's body was so shocked that he couldn't believe it. He looked at the photo and then lit it with a smile.

Burning, burning, Mo Feihua suddenly burst into tears