The Dominance of Martial Arts: Starting from the Tiger Roaring Golden Bell

Chapter 124 Strange move
Qin Zhiming stopped and looked forward with the help of the dying fire around him.

In the center of the huge pit, there is a sedan chair.

The yellow earth near the sedan chair was mixed with body parts, minced meat, gravel, and incense ashes. . .

Outside the deep pit, houses collapsed in all directions. Among the ruins were several relatively intact bodies, as well as two tall corpses with only torsos left.

At this moment, the fire went out, and the light turned dark in an instant, and there was a violent whistling sound from the alleys on both sides.

Qin Zhiming turned around, with his right elbow back and his right arm stretched out rapidly like a bowstring.

The legs, knees, waist, shoulders, arms, and wrists work together to form the fist.

Bang! There was a crisp sound in the air, and the right fist like a siege arrow blasted out quickly.

Under the moonlight, the tall, fat corpse with a broken arm collided with his left palm and right fist.

Within a moment, the five fingers of the fat corpse's left palm broke and flew away, and then his forearm was split into several pieces like a bamboo pole by his fist.

The fist that split the forearm grazed the upper arm and hit the fat corpse's left chest.

Bang! As blood holes appeared on the left chest, the skin around the blood holes began to tremble and spread throughout the body.

The fat corpse was shaking all over, its bones creaking, and its forward-rushing figure suddenly stopped where it was.

After a moment, Qin Zhiming retracted his right fist, drew a circle with his feet, turned his body, and faced the attack from the other side.

He grabbed the fists of the other fat corpse with both hands.

With a click, ten fingers pierced into the fists.

"Get up!" Qin Zhiming shouted angrily.

The muscles in his arms swelled and veins popped out at the moment when the fat corpse's feet left the ground.

Whoosh! It was like a heavy hammer, raised by Qin Zhiming, and smashed towards the fat corpse standing still beside him with a sharp sound.

Bang! The two fat corpses collided and suddenly shattered like fireworks.

After a moment, Qin Zhiming picked up a broken bone on the ground and moved his eyes to the sedan chair.

He took a long breath and stretched his right arm like a bowstring again.

Bang! The broken bones broke through the air and shattered the sedan chair.

After waiting for a while, there was no response from the sedan.

Qin Zhiming frowned and looked around.

He took off the oil bag from his waist, lit it and threw it into the ruins nearby.

Boom! The oil bag collided with the collapsed beam, and the fire suddenly lit up.

He took off another oil bag, lit it and threw it into the deep pit.

Boom! Qin Zhiming remained motionless, watching the rising flames.

After a while, several warriors came to support.

"Brother Hu, what's wrong?" Someone was about to ask about the situation.

"Master!"

The people next to him immediately rushed into the rubble and pulled out a corpse.

"Is that the evildoer?!"

Another person saw a moving human figure in the firelight of the deep pit.

He ignored others' dissuasion and jumped up towards the figure.

The man endured the pain of the flames burning his skin and punched the figure.

With a puff, the figure's abdomen caved in and the person who threw the punch was stunned.

"How could it be..." He didn't finish his words.

With a loud crash, the yellow earth nearby flew around and a man crawled out from it.

Fan Jiu grabbed the head of the astonished warrior in front of him.

Swish! He pulled out its head and spine.

Fan Jiu looked up at Qin Zhiming, and crushed the warrior's head with his left foot, whose tongue had been cut off and whose limbs were twisted.

"You are too timid, boy."

Qin Zhiming raised the corner of his mouth:
“I just don’t want to rush into anything.

Since you have already dug your own grave, hurry up and die."

After Qin Zhiming finished speaking, he picked up another bone spur and threw it out.

Bang! Fan Jiu caught the bone spur and hit back with his backhand.

A warrior next to Qin Zhiming fell to the ground with his abdomen exploded.

"Those who haven't reached the physical training stage, get out of here!"

With a shout, the supporting warriors looked at each other, jumped up and left, leaving Du Xue and Lin Xiangyang standing there.

"You two?"

"Don't worry, Brother Tiger. Don't bother with us."

Lin Xiangyang tightly grasped the long needle and interrupted Qin Zhiming's question.

Qin Zhiming nodded and bent down.

Bang! The bluestone shattered, and the strong wind carried Qin Zhiming, who rushed out like a cannonball, into the deep pit.

"Well done!"

Fan Jiu swung his spine and lashed out like a whip.

His spine collided with Qin Zhiming and shattered into pieces, and Qin Zhiming used the force of the fall to punch Fan Jiu in the cheek.

Crack! Fan Jiu didn't move at all, like a stone statue.

Instead, it was Qin Zhiming's right fist that made a sound like a bone breaking. Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Several long needles hit Fan Jiu's throat, forehead, heart, and abdomen.

Ding, ding, ding! There was a sound of metal collision, and the long needle bent and fell to the ground.

Fan Jiu yawned, looked at Qin Zhiming who was punching and kicking him, and then looked at the two people standing in a daze above the deep pit.

"It's my turn?"

Bang! Qin Zhiming was hit in the abdomen by his leg and flew out of the deep pit and fell into the surrounding ruins.

In the blink of an eye, Fan Jiu was in front of Master Du Xue and his apprentice.

"Master!" Lin Xiangyang was quick-witted and kicked Du Xue in the waist.

Boom! A pit suddenly appeared where she was standing.

After missing the first attack, Fan Jiu attacked again.

He leaned over, kicked Lin Xiangyang's crossed arms from bottom to top, and kicked him into the air.

"Ayang!"

Du Xue inserted a flying needle into the cloth bag at her waist, dipped it in incense ash, then pulled it out and threw it at Fan Jiu.

Ding, ding, ding! The flying needles still touched and fell, but this time there were several more blood spots on Fan Jiu's face.

Fan Jiu jumped into the air and ignored Du Xue. He put his palms and fingers together to form a knife and slashed at Lin Xiangyang's waist from both sides.

In a flash.

Bang! ! !
The ruins exploded, and a huge figure rushed out along with the rising smoke and dust.

Qin Zhiming's body expanded and he quickly approached Fan Jiu in the air.

Fan Jiu, who looked in the direction of the sound, hadn't reacted yet.

A loud roar sounded in my ears.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

The sound was like thunder, the roar of a beast, and the whistling of the wind.

Killer move [Fiery Cannon]!
A terrifying shock wave, along with scorching heat and white incense ash, spewed out of Qin Zhiming's mouth.

Fan Jiu immediately crossed his arms and covered his face.

The high-temperature shock wave carried the incense ash and covered its upper body.

The flesh exposed outside the clothes suddenly turned black, and Fan Jiu's body fell to the ground.

Qin Zhiming saw this and took advantage of the situation, his feet falling towards the human-shaped hole on the ground.

Bang! The human-shaped pit turned into a deep pit, and spider-web-like cracks spread everywhere.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
Then, continuous loud muffled sounds came from the pit, as if a pair of invisible giant hands were beating the ground like a drum.

The ground shook and smoke and dust rose.

This scene made Du Xue terrified.

She didn’t understand, although they were both in the physical training stage, why was Qin Zhiming so ferocious?

"Master! Are you okay?"

Suddenly, Du Xue was startled by a shout in her ear.

It turned out to be Lin Xiangyang, who landed steadily with his arms twisted.

"I'm fine..." "What!"

Lin Xiangyang seemed not to hear and kept asking if Du Xue was injured.

Only then did Du Xue realize that he was deaf.

It was probably because of the loud roar Qin Zhiming just made.

Just as she was about to make a gesture.

Bang! ! ! !

Two figures jumped out of the deep pit.

Qin Zhiming with an expressionless face and Fan Jiu with gritted teeth.

As soon as the two landed on both sides, they suddenly rushed towards each other.

Fists and kicks were like countless raindrops, constantly colliding and hitting each other.

The muffled sound like a drum appeared again.

They fought and moved at the same time, and wherever they passed, the ground was full of holes of all sizes and it was a mess.

At this moment, a cloud of white mist burst out between the two of them.

For some unknown reason, Fan Jiu suddenly stopped.
Qin Zhiming seized the opportunity and punched everywhere.

Boom boom boom…

The violent storm of punches twisted Fan Jiu's arms, splattered his flesh, left his abdomen sunken, and tore all the clothes on his back.

"Enough!" Fan Jiu, who was retreating repeatedly, roared and was about to fight back.

Bang! His chin was hit hard, and his body rolled and flew sideways like a log rolling down a hillside.

Du Xue and Lin Xiangyang were stunned by this scene.

They didn't understand why Fan Jiu, who was so arrogant just now, was beaten into such a miserable state now?

"Is there something strange about the incense ash in your hand?!"

Fan Jiu, with his neck bent, slowly stood up from the ground and looked at Qin Zhiming, who had a grim smile on his face.

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