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Chapter eight hundred and seventy third is a man should be tough

"Pang Guangji! You old guy Pang Guangji come out for me!"

Suddenly someone yelled, and then a big man with a beard walked over with great strides.

"Bastard, I finally found you, the old guy!"

The burly man walked in front of him cursed and cursed.

After seeing the appearance of the burly man, Pang Guangji almost fainted. He was unable to protect himself when he got involved in a killing god. Now another beast has come. God is going to kill himself!

It really responded to the old saying that was not a retribution, but a time had not come.

"Jing Xiangyang, don't follow me all the time. The responsibility for that matter is not with me!" Pang Guangji shouted loudly.

"I don't care! I'll take your life now, take it!" Jing Xiangyang roared, and the human-shaped beast immediately stretched out its big hand covered with black hair and grabbed Pang Guangji's face, as if he was going to snatch the old face off.

I did my own actions, and seemed to treat everyone else as air, without paying attention to the idea of ​​the young man who captured Pang Guangji.

Liu Jianming held Pang Guangji's back and shrank back, and Jing Xiangyang's claw was sure to win and grabbed the empty claw.

"Bastard!" Jing Xiangyang was furious and stared at Liu Jianming with a beard and said, "Leave this old thing to me and spare you!"

"Haha." Liu Jianming smiled and patted Pang Guangji's cheek as if he was displaying goods. "I captured this old guy. He is my prey. Why should I give it to you?"

"Just because my fist is bigger than you!" Jing Xiangyang held the fist as big as a sand bowl and raised it in front of him, "Leave the old guy to me, otherwise I will blow your head with one punch!"

"Hmph!" Liu Jianming snorted disdainfully, "If you want to be bigger than your fist, I think I am not small. If you want to take my prey, you have to rely on your own ability."

"Bastard!" Jing Xiangyang roared, then punched him, and rushed towards him with a strong wind.

The fist is like a tiger or a dragon, simple and unpretentious, but also has hidden murderous intent.

"Fisting?!"

Liu Jianming was stunned.

This rash man obviously also learned unique punching and kicking moves, not ordinary fighting skills.

"I just happened to need to test it. What level did my palm technique reach? It's just my wish to meet an opponent at this moment."

Without dodging or avoiding, Liu Jianming's combat power was fully opened, and his right palm was like a rush of mountains and seas, and he rushed forward.

Fist and palms collided in an instant!

"Boom!"

The flesh and blood collided, and it made a sound like two trucks running at full speed colliding head-on.

"ah!"

As close as he was captured by Liu Jianming in his left hand, Pang Guangji immediately screamed and spurted out an old blood, showing a divergent and invisible aura, which seriously injured Pang Guangji, who had already been hollowed out, and his face was as good as gold paper.

Although Yuan Hongwen, who had a broken leg and fell to the ground, was a little far away, he felt a suffocation in his chest and could hardly breathe.

"Dang thump!"

Jing Xiangyang's face turned pale and he took three steps in a row. His qi and blood surged, and he had obviously suffered minor internal injuries.

Liu Jianming did not move at all, but was just a little weak. He thought to himself, "No one has been my opponent for a long time. Since this man can take my move when my combat power is fully opened, it means he is indeed a master. Let me take a look at his combat power."

Spend your reputation and quickly detect it.

"The long-range combat power is 5.1, the melee combat power is 13.9, and I haven't even reached 15.0, but the boxing power is so domineering. It seems that the boxing skills I practiced are really huge for him." After detecting the dual-attribute combat power of the ruffian, Liu Jianming thought to himself.

This also proves the importance of martial arts again. Without martial arts, it is like a computer without driver software. No matter how high the hardware level is, even if you have a hardware configuration of tens of thousands of yuan and do not install any drivers, you cannot perform one-tenth of the real performance and even cannot work properly.

Pang Guangji was shocked at this moment and almost suffocated. He originally thought that Liu Jianming could easily defeat a group of family guards, and his strength was as strong as Ren Zhiyong. He felt that Ren Zhiyong was scared away, so he was as timid as a mouse and extremely cowardly.

but.

After seeing Liu Jianming and Jing Xiangyang fighting head-on and gaining an absolute advantage, they realized how stupid their previous thoughts were. The strength of this young man had reached an unprecedented height.

because.

Jing Xiangyang's strength ranks more than 30 in the "Skynet". Liu Jianming can beat Jing Xiangyang hard, and his strength must have reached more than 20 in the realm.

"Skynet" ranks about 20, and it is no longer something that cannot be admired. Each one is a murderous existence in the blink of an eye. It is not something that ordinary people can imagine, nor is it that ordinary people can provoke.

Pang Guangji regretted that his intestines were blue. He wanted to kowtow to Liu Jianming to apologize and beg for his life. However, now he was seriously injured and his throat was blocked by blood, so he couldn't say a word.

After a punch fell, Jing Xiangyang's entire right arm became numb, and he realized that the young man in front of him was not an ant at all, but an extremely terrifying existence.

"Who are you?!"

The pain also made Jing Xiangyang calmer, no longer recklessly attacking, but asked the other party for his identity.

"What? Are you scared? I haven't had enough fun yet!" Liu Jianming said to the other party, with a touch of playfulness on his lips.

He really didn't have the pleasure of doing it, he still had to test the maximum power of Baji Palm.

"Scared?! I'll be scared!" Jing Xiangyang was furious, "Die! Die for me!"

Another punch hit the other party's chest with a whistling sound.

"Good come!"

Liu Jianming laughed loudly, and once again puffed out his strength, and shot at the opponent's fist with all his strength.

Fist and palms intersect in an instant!

"Boom!"

It's like two running trains colliding head-on on the same track.

The storm of breath made Pang Guangji's blood squirt, leaving only the last breath.

Yuan Hongwen covered his ears with both hands, hugged his head and leaned on the ground. He felt annoyed and almost fainted on the spot.

Jing Xiangyang flew backwards, his right fist was bleeding, and his bones seemed to have been broken without any sense.

He fell heavily on a Honda crown, smashing the entire car over. Before he knew it, he suffered internal injuries and a stream of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

And Liu Jianming just took three steps back.

"Not bad, not bad! This Bajiquan Book is indeed a good thing, it's not in vain and it's really well-known."

Liu Jianming praised in his heart. If he had not practiced this boxing book, he might have to waste a lot of energy against Shangjing Xiangyang in the gap and use his fighting skills to hinder him. In the end, he could only use his combat power to defeat him. It would be impossible to fight head-on and win so easily and thoroughly as he is now.
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