Chapter 443

The fat man was surprised: "there were at least thirty fists on him just now, and every one of them was full of strength. If I had been replaced, I would have been seriously injured, but the bald donkey didn't do anything. Is that terrible?"

Sanchi takes off the Buddhist beads from his neck and gently sends them to the ground. His tall body stands with his back to the sun, blocking the sunshine in front of the fat man, like an iron tower.

Although the fat man was surprised, but the action on the fist did not have any delay. He had to win the opponent at one stroke and could not give him any chance to fight back.

Two fists about the size of casserole smashed at Sanchi, each of which led to a gust of wind howling.

Back step gun fist, Rao step gun fist, Shun step gun fist.

His short and fat body is like a fierce tiger. Sanchi, standing around the tower, keeps waving his fists. Sanchi has already begun to fight back. In fact, he knows most about his body.

Just now, he gave the fat man a blow. He didn't mean to be beaten. He showed his iron cloth shirt. No one wanted to stand up and be beaten.

I'm afraid of youth. Sanchi is not a young man any more. He's all sore now. He's been cheating all these years. He's been eating, drinking and having fun with the money he's cheated. His kung fu has been gradually consumed by wine and sex. If it wasn't for his kung fu of iron cloth shirt, I'm afraid he would have been beaten by a fat man to vomit blood.

Although the skill is reduced, the experience and skill are still there.

Three chi that pair of vicious triangle eyes, suddenly saw a chance, stretch out a big hand.

"Bang!"

A fat man will swing the left hand clasp, Shun Li counter clasp its wrist.

"Yes? The catcher? " The fat man felt that his left wrist was gently broken by Sanchi, as if it was a needle pricking pain. He immediately knew that the latter was a joint like hand.

"Ha ha." Sanchi sneered twice, pulled the fat man's arm and sent out a low sweep at the same time.

Sweeping leg is very common, common does not mean that the attack is low, on the contrary, the killing power of sweeping leg is second only to heavy fist. Especially in the black boxing arena, boxers often die under the high sweep leg.

The leg shadow like a broadsword hit the fat man's heart. With a click, the fat man vomited blood and flew out.

"Damn it!" The fat man's body rolled five or six times on the ground, and his face turned pale.

Suddenly——

He felt a strong shock from the ground. Turning to see, I saw three crazy like a high-speed tractor, galloping, that pair of feet like a boat to his chest.

"Ah! The old bald donkey is really vicious. Can you live if you step on it? " The fat man's face turned red. The whole person who fell on the ground suddenly grabbed the ground with both hands, directly inserted his hands into the ground, and pushed his feet. The whole person seemed to be shot out by the huge stones transmitted by the catapult. His right fist crossed a big arc, and hit Sanchi's head fiercely.

"Hum!" Three Chi stop sneer, turn open Pu fan big palm patted in the past.

"Pa!"

The palm hit the fat man's shoulder, and his body fell to the ground again, splashing a layer of smoke. Mud all over the body and mouth.

"Ha ha, benefactor, I didn't expect that you are also a fellow. It's just that your gun fist is not authentic and your fighting ability is not good. I'll send you to the West heaven of bliss. When you get there, the monk will help you and beg the Tathagata to teach you well." Sanchi looked at the fat man who didn't move on the ground and slowly raised his feet.

Shaolin foot shaking skill! Hard Qigong is a kind of hard Qigong. A great master can crush gold and stone.

Three crazy see fat after heart, fiercely step down, this foot if step on, there is only one kind of result, broken spine, internal organs, can't die again.

It's just——

When Sanchi's feet were almost on the fat man, the latter rolled like a wheel, turning from the back to Sanchi to the right, and at the same time, he had one more thing in his hand.

It's just that Sanchi's strength has been developed and it's hard to recover.

"Poof!"

Sanchi felt that his feet didn't look like stepping on a person. It seemed that he had stepped on a nail. The whole foot immediately felt a deep pain.

Sanchi looked down and saw that a dogleg knife pierced his whole foot. The blood immediately dyed the monk's shoes red and flowed down the blade below.

"Ah!" Three Chi pain of a cry.

The fat man spat a mouthful of blood, grasped the handle of the knife and pulled it from Sanchi's foot.

Fat man came from Siberian training camp. If he was defeated by Sanchi, he would not be the one who came out successfully. The moment he fell to the ground, he knew that if he fought hard, he would probably lose. So he quietly pulled out the two foot dogleg mountain knife between his ribs. At the moment the monk stepped on it, he aimed the mountain knife at the monk's foot.

"Ah!"

Watching the fat man slowly get up from the ground, the sole of his feet is pierced by the three finger wide knife, and the whole body of Sanchi is chilly. There was a cold sweat on his pale face.

The pain caused by penetrating the soles of feet is the second, and the most important thing is that his iron cloth shirt for decades was broken by this knife.

Iron cloth shirt, hard as iron, invulnerable, but there is a fatal key, is the pulse gate, pulse gate varies from person to person, some people's pulse gate in the armpit, some people in the top of the head of the Baihui acupoint, some crotch, Sanchi's is some secret, Yongquan acupoint in the sole of the foot.

Over the years, when he practiced tiebushan, he always practiced Shaolin's foot shaking skill in order to eliminate this pulse. Unfortunately, because he was addicted to wine and sex, it was difficult for him to concentrate. In addition, as he got older, the pulse was not eliminated, but expanded. This time, the fat man cut through, and his whole body collapsed. His ruddy and shiny face was very ugly, and he gasped for breath. The fat man coldly put the knife back into the deer skin scabbard between the ribs“ Bald ass, if you can really catch me a tiger gun today and not die, I'll let you go. " The fat man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. He is more brave in the war. Although the gun boxing of Siberian instructors is not authentic, it is the most practical. The gun fist belongs to fire, which is the opening and closing of a Qi in the human body. It is as if the medicine was filled in the gun bore in ancient times. It is as if the gunpowder exploded in the gun bore. The shell is prominent in an instant, and its nature is the strongest and fiercest“ Roar The fat man let out a whistling, his right fist pulled behind his head, and the whole mung bean eye seemed to expand a bit at this moment, like tiger eyes, shooting two golden lights“ Hoo The right hand was heavily wielded, humiliating with the anger of a young man. Sanchi's iron cloth shirt was broken, and his body was a little weaker than ordinary people. Seeing that the fat man attacked him like a fierce tiger, he closed his eyes slightly and said in secret: "my life is over!"“ Boom His powerful fist hit Sanchi's chest heavily, just like a shell exploding on it, and his whole sternum sank inside. Gun fist, such as the gun has been launched, the fist like a bullet burst out. Three crazy whole person flies upside down, heavily falls on the ground, the life and death is unknown. The fat man grinned and showed his blood foam. "Lao Tzu's gun fist is not authentic, but it's imported. It's improved. Its posture is not good enough. It's enough to kill people." Turn around and leave. The wild ground is in a mess. The sun rises and sets in the East and the West. The autumn wind blows and leaves fall all over the ground. Sanchi, who lies on the ground, moves his five fingers a few times. For a long time, he takes a long breath and opens his eyes with hatred.