Man covers the sky and conquers all worlds

Chapter 41 Bagua Palm Wind Like a Knife
boom!
A heart-pounding gunshot rang out, and it was the White Dragon King who had been hiding behind the crowd and remained silent who fired the shot.

Among the few people, he was the first to react.

Ever since he was stuck at the peak of Ming Jin, it was difficult for him to make any further progress. Even his Ming Jin began to decline gradually as his body aged.

He no longer pursued martial arts, but instead turned to practicing spear.

For a Ming Jin master like him who has extremely high control over his body, it is not difficult to master steady and accurate shooting skills.

In fact, because they are familiar with the fighting routines of boxers, they can often achieve extremely strong effects when dealing with boxers.

"court death!"

Dawn's thought triggered a drop of divine power in the sea of ​​suffering. A red-gold light flowed in his eyes. In his eyes, bullets that exceeded the speed of sound were no longer untraceable.

Ding!
Amidst a string of brilliant sparks, the large-caliber steel-core bullet struck the dark red steel rod, suddenly deflected, and finally penetrated the thick wooden boards decorating the banquet hall.

Liming's face was indifferent, but his whole body was full of energy. His five fingers were tightly clenched on the steel rod, his long arms stretched out to gather strength, and his wrist suddenly trembled.

Woo!
With a sharp sound of air tearing, a nine-foot-long dark red steel rod whizzed out, like a huge spear thrown by an ancient warrior.

"Do not……"

The White Dragon King's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a needle tip. He saw it, but his body, which had long been declining and withered, could not allow him to dodge like he did when he was young.

puff!
A streak of black blood shot up into the sky!

A huge force exploded from the stick, dragging the old and hunched body of the White Dragon King, smashing the solid wood bar and nailing it straight to the concrete wall.

"Ho...ho...!"

Blood gushed out of the White Dragon King's mouth, blocking his throat. He stared viciously at Dawn, whose face was illuminated by flames.

But his life, like the blood that kept dripping behind him, was disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After a few breaths, his head drooped completely, ending his sinful life completely.

Zheng!
With a brisk tremor, the smallest Southeast Asian man drew his scimitar and stepped forward to replace the mixed-race youth.

"You're the first one to kill our employer right in front of us!"

Having said that, there was not much expression on his face.

This is because before this, this poor warlord in northern Myanmar had already paid the fees in advance.

The scope of the White Dragon King's recruitment was limited to killing Dawn, and there was no mention of protecting his safety!
Liming felt the blood rushing in the other person's body, and his expression finally became serious.

"You may seem insignificant, but you're actually the leader of them. It seems... you've also learned some Chinese martial arts."

"My instructor must be from the same country as you. I learned Baguazhang from him, and then I used this knife to chop off his head."

The Southeast Asian man gently stroked the snow-white blade, as if explaining something insignificant.

call!
The blazing flames illuminated half of the sky. Under the dancing dark red flames, three people slowly moved their bodies, vaguely surrounding the dawn in the center.

"Baguazhang... no wonder!"

Dawn understood.

In that era when weapons were banned, in order to pass on these many ancient fighting skills, some people evolved spear techniques into boxing, which is Xingyiquan.

Some people also evolved the sword technique into palm technique, which is Baguazhang!
Thinking of this, a murderous look flashed in his eyes.
"So... you're quite proud of betraying your teacher and ancestors?"

"Haha! My instructor is as pedantic and old-fashioned as his country. Sooner or later, he will be crushed and swallowed by us. If he can eat it, why can't I?"

There was a fierce light in the eyes of the thin Southeast Asian man, and his three joints, four extremities, and five internal organs were shaking from static to dynamic in an instant!

boom!
In a sharp edge reflecting the blazing flames, a trace of incomplete tiger and leopard thundering sound could be heard from this thin body.

"It's time to transform my strength..." Li Ming suddenly got goose bumps on the back of his neck. Ever since he mastered Xingyiquan and opened up the sea of ​​suffering, his perception has become frighteningly sharp.

Sure enough, the next moment, three murderous intentions came from different directions without any concealment.

"Good knife!"

The dragon on Dawn's spine suddenly arched, and all the pores on his body immediately closed, locking in his strength.

The left hand pinched the shape of a turtle, tearing through the layers of air and hitting the back of the knife hard.

The five fingers of his right hand instantly expanded like a dark blue iron pillar, then clenched into a fist, turning into a half-step punch that went straight to the swordsman's chest.

Bang!

The Southeast Asian swordsman felt the overwhelming power coming from the back of the sword, and thought that Liming was too strong and he could not fight him head-on.

Then, Qiqi's skinny left arm became knotted with muscles, and his five fingers turned into a palm knife, stabbing straight up.

Baguazhang is a martial art that uses the palm as a sword.

Therefore, even though he did not have a knife in his left hand, with the help of his indestructible dark energy, it was even sharper than a knife blade.

Countless of his enemies died because of this move.

puff!
At the moment when the Half-Step Collapse Fist and the Bagua Palm collided, a huge force came like a wave.

Bang!

The goosebumps on the swordsman's arms instantly dissipated, and a large amount of thick mist with blood gushed out, and the scimitar that had accompanied him for many years flew out of his hand.

"Impossible, my dark energy... has dissipated?"

The swordsman's expression was slightly dazed for a moment, he almost grasped the mystery of the Tiger and Leopard Thunder Sound, using it to cleanse his bone marrow and step into the state of transformation.

The man in front of him not only had an extremely powerful and fierce bright force that could almost break gold and iron, but his violent and powerful dark force was even more bizarre.

The moment his hidden energy came into contact with it, it instantly exploded and shattered, disintegrating.

At this time, the Slavs, like wild bears, had already delivered their heavy blows to the heart after dawn.

The brutal and violent fist wind came roaring, as if carrying the cruelty of the Siberian glacier.

Liming didn't look back. He stepped on the Kun position with his right foot in his cloth shoes. The muscles on his back suddenly became engorged, like a pair of broad wings swelling up, or like the hard top of a tortoise shell!
Boom!
The dull thud made the eardrums of everyone on the field tremble.

The Slavic giant who attacked from behind had his hidden strength crushed by a violent internal force, and he was forced back several steps before he was able to get rid of the force.

Liming took the punch head-on and felt uncomfortable as well, but he used the force of the punch to step forward and smashed his right elbow towards the mixed-race youth who was about to launch a sneak attack.

puff!
The mixed-race youth's arms were broken, his chest collapsed, and after spitting out a mouthful of blood mist, he flew backwards, smashing the mess on the ground.

Zheng!
A flash of white light came again, and Liming retreated backward, barely avoiding the knife.

Suddenly, a fourth murderous intent came like a torrential rain. Dawn's eyes trembled violently and his head tilted slightly to one side.

call out!
The bullet shattered his bangs, grazed his forehead, and left a small hole in the ground.

Zheng!
The terrifying knife light came again.

Dawn's ears also caught the sound of bullet casings falling to the ground behind the second-floor column.

"Kill you first!"

Dawn's spine rubbed and collided with each other, and his dark blue left hand was like an iron hoop, grabbing the back of the Gurkha knife that was chopping towards him.

His muscles, as tough as steel, were tensed, and he allowed the blade to cut his palm half an inch, and pulled it in front of him.

(End of this chapter)