new kung fu king

Chapter 680 I Am Your Brother Bruce Lee

From Wang Xiaohu approaching the foreigners, Mou Jianqiang drew a gun and pointed him at the back of the head and shouted warnings, to Huang Chunliang, Li Yuanxin, and Wang Xiaohu turning the situation around, all completed in a blink of an eye.

In less than three seconds, Huang Chunliang controlled Mou Jianqiang, Wang Xiaohu only repelled one gunman, and the remaining dozen people were all caught by the man in front of him who spoke calmly and always put on a poker face. Li Yuanxin defeated.

Pistols are the biggest threat to martial arts practitioners, so the three of them are merciless in their strikes. The person who held the gun was either wounded by a sharp weapon on the wrist, or twisted by the three people with a grappling technique. Especially Li Yuanxin seemed to hate the person who held the gun. , the foreigners not only had their arms broken, but their lower bodies were also hit hard.

For a while, the foreigners screamed in pain from the entire empty abandoned building, and they completely lost any ability to do anything.

The scene was controlled by three people. Wang Xiaohu went up to untie the three apprentices. He noticed that Li Yuanxin was not idle. He retrieved all the pistols kicked away with the fastest speed, and used familiar techniques to dismantle two of the pistols. .

"Are you all okay?" Wang Xiaohu asked the three apprentices.

The three of Zhou Xingchi shook their heads and said, "It's just some skin trauma, it's nothing serious."

Seeing that the apprentices were fine, Wang Xiaohu said: "Take all these foreigners over there, and whoever beats you will pay you back double."

In fact, even if Wang Xiaohu didn't tell him, the three of Zhou Xingchi planned to do the same. They all rolled up their sleeves and clenched their fists to escort the foreigner to Huang Chunliang and several masters. blood, an eye for an eye".

As a result, screams and begging voices of various tones came from the abandoned building.

The apprentices collected the old accounts, while Wang Xiaohu stared at Li Yuanxin non-stop. He had to admit that Li Yuanxin's skills were much higher than his own, especially when dealing with the threat of firearms. Be merciful, it can be seen that the other party must have undergone years of training.

While feeling the opponent's strength, it also made Wang Xiaohu recall many things in an instant.

Everyone has small movements, for example, when Wang Xiaohu encounters hesitation, he will subconsciously touch his nose, and when he announces an important decision, he will raise the corners of his mouth.

In the same way, every martial arts practitioner also has small movements that are relatively private. These small movements may be their famous stunts, or their special power trajectory, or the omens of their painful killers.

If Wang Xiaohu hadn't happened to see Li Yuanxin's last kick, his inner world might not have caused such a big shock.

Because that little action is too familiar to him!

When accepting the challenge of Japanese karate "hundred-man team" two years ago, Wang Xiaohu's physical strength was in a state of severe exhaustion, and his brain was almost ingeniously blank. He didn't have much impression of Kato Takashi who knocked him down. He only knew that he was very strong. It is the existence second only to Brother Xiaolong since his debut.

It wasn't until later that he repeatedly watched the customs clearance video at that time, and found that Kato Tago would have a pause that was not noticed when he retracted his legs after hitting the opponent.

With that movement and his eyes, it seems like a child who is good at mischief is destroying a beloved thing. It is showing off, but also regretful, and even mixed with inexplicable joy.

And it is this small movement and eyes that are exactly the same as Li Yuanxin in front of him!
Just when Wang Xiaohu doubted Li Yuanxin's identity, the other party walked over without haste, which was in stark contrast to the exaggerated swiftness of his attack just now.

He walked up to Wang Xiaohu, handed two pistols to Wang Xiaohu, and said, "Brother, hold it, I'm worried that it's not very safe here, no matter how fast your punches are, it's still not as fast as this little thing."

Wang Xiaohu subconsciously raised his hand to receive the gun, with a heavy hand and a heavy heart.

Because he has completely passed the other party's eyes and confirmed that the other party is Kato Takashi who once defeated him in Japan, but Wang Xiaohu has not yet confirmed some things.

He frowned, staring at Li Yuanxin with bright eyes, took a deep breath and asked in an almost trembling voice: "Who are you? Should I call you Kato Takashi or another name?"

While speaking, the two guns in Wang Xiaohu's hands were vaguely aimed at Li Yuanxin.

Since his back was facing Huang Chunliang and the others, the distance between the two was very close, not to mention that they were admiring the revenge of Zhou Xingchi and the others, and the voices of crying father and mother did not make everyone aware of the smell of gunpowder here.

Li Yuanxin, one of the parties involved, was terrified by this action.

That poker face finally changed a bit, the most obvious change was the pair of eyes that made Wang Xiaohu feel familiar.

"Brother, what do you mean?"

"I should be the one asking you this question." Wang Xiaohu asked in a low voice, his tiger eyes full of hostility and murderous intent. "Tell me who you are? What is the purpose of trying to get close to Master Huang!"

Before determining whether the other party is an enemy or a friend, he can only take the safest and safest method!
The opponent's skills are superior to his own, and he can change his appearance. Such a guy came to him through Huang Chunliang, so what is his intention?
"You should know that this thing is not a big threat to me!" Li Yuanxin hugged his shoulders, tilted his head and looked at Wang Xiaohu with playful eyes.

Wang Xiaohu raised his eyebrows and said, "If you think of me as those guys with waxed guns, I guarantee you will be covered in bullet holes."

You must know that when he was filming "First Blood", Wang Xiaohu touched a lot of guns, including heavy machine guns, rifles, and pistols. If it weren't for the difficulty of getting a sniper rifle, he is now a sniper master.

Since the opponent's kung fu is better than his own, having a gun in his hand is like adding wings to a tiger, Wang Xiaohu exudes a strong fighting spirit all over his body, and his pupils shrink accordingly, focusing on Li Yuanxin's every move with all his attention.

Li Yuanxin couldn't help being surprised when he saw this, and thought: Unexpectedly, in less than two years, this kid has completely controlled his killer instinct.

Boxing practice, boxing, street fighting, arena, and life-and-death fighting are all different concepts. The media have reported that a certain master or ring champion lost to street gangsters. The main reason is that the gangsters have been on the verge of life and death for a long time. Fighting is regarded as a life-and-death fight, and those masters or champions who are pampered all day long have never developed this most basic concept.

It's just that the killer instinct in the little bastard can only be regarded as the most basic, while the killer instinct exuded by Wang Xiaohu at this time is almost the same as the instinct of a beast.

With extraordinary sensitivity, perverted explosive power, and ghost-like speed, Li Yuanxin was not fully sure of escaping from Wang Xiaohu who was in a killer instinct state and was holding two pistols.

Shaking his head annoyedly, Li Yuanxin said, "If I knew I would be pointed at by you with a gun, I shouldn't have shot, otherwise I wouldn't be suspected by you."

While Li Yuanxin was saying these words, under Wang Xiaohu's high attention, he spread his hands and shook his head. Although the expression on his face remained rigid and rigid, Wang Xiaohu could clearly see the corners of his mouth curled up strangely. rise.

"Tiger, put that thing away, I don't like being pointed at by guns, you know they make me uncomfortable!"

The voice seemed to come from beyond Jiuxiao, Li Yuanxin's accent suddenly changed, it was so kind and familiar to Wang Xiaohu, and the arc of the corner of his mouth was also so familiar.

"Who are you?" Wang Xiaohu opened his mouth, and the inside of his head exploded with a bang.

The accent, tone, and demeanor of the speech are all in line with the Bruce Lee in memory, but there is a big surprise in the appearance.

"Well, I admit that some things are unacceptable to you for a while, but the facts are in front of you, don't look at me with that kind of eyes, I am your brother Bruce Lee, yes, I am not dead, at least I am Standing in front of you alive!"

When Bruce Lee spoke, his eyes became soft and filled with deep guilt.

"He's Bruce Lee?!"

"How could he be Bruce Lee?!"

"Brother Xiaolong passed away ten years ago! I don't believe it!"

"But his voice, his eyes, his"

"what should I do?"

Wang Xiaohu's whole figure is like the soul has been pulled out of the body, and a series of big explosions are unfolding in the depths of the soul.

He was full of doubts but stuck in his throat and couldn't express them.

Seeing Wang Xiaohu's stunned look, Li Xiaolong first pointed to his face, seeing that Wang Xiaohu hadn't reacted yet, he sighed helplessly, walked over and patted him on the shoulder and said, "Xiaohu, I know you have a lot to ask me, But now is not the time, we still have a lot of things to deal with."

Wang Xiaohu was patted by him, his eyes finally came back to his senses, the murderous intent disappeared, and his face was replaced by joy, he swallowed hard and asked, "It's really you?"

"Yes, it's me. Leave here first, and I'll give you a satisfactory answer!" After finishing speaking, Bruce Lee changed back to his old-fashioned look, and walked to Huang Chunliang's side quietly, whispering something.

Wang Xiaohu felt like he was dreaming, his heart was filled with joy, and he couldn't help playing with the two guns in his hands.

"Brother Xiaolong is still alive? I'm not fucking dreaming, am I?"

"No, I have to make sure if I'm really dreaming!" Wang Xiaohu made up his mind, picked up the two guns in his hand and fired at the reinforced concrete pillar not far away.

Just hearing the sound of bang bang, more than [-] bangs before and after, Bruce Lee, Huang Chunliang, several masters, Zhou Xingchi and others were stunned.

"Xiaolong, is Xiaohu scared stupid by this huge joy? Why did you shoot at the pillar?" Huang Chunliang said with a grin.

Bruce Lee said with a wry smile: "Maybe, maybe I shouldn't tell him today."

The several masters didn't hear a single gunshot, and they were trembling all over. After looking at each other, they secretly felt lucky: it's okay, it's okay!As for why they were lucky, I am afraid that only they themselves know.

Zhou Xingchi, Tony Leung, and Zhang Weijian's three apprentices were full of admiration. The master is really powerful. Not only is his kung fu superb, his marksmanship is also so sharp, and the shooting action is amazing!
After firing all the [-]-caliber bullets, the reinforced concrete pillars not far away were already covered with bullet holes. It was not until the pistols heard the "click" sound of no bullets that Wang Xiaohu threw the two guns on the ground, looked up to the sky and laughed loudly. : "Hahaha, what a fucking joy!"

Mou Jianqiang closed his eyes when he heard the words, and thought: My life is over!
(End of this chapter)