Chapter 12 Refining Tiger's Claws

"A centipede jumping? No, it seems to be the shape of a snake in which family? Sun Changfeng fired more than ten shots in one breath. Seeing that the guns were all fruitless, he failed to hit Wang Chan, who was close at hand. His heart trembled suddenly, and he immediately knew that Wang Chan was good at kung fu.

He is also a good player in martial arts all year round. When he saw Wang Chan's hands and feet on the ground, he flew to the ground, like a four-legged snake with long feet. His body was extremely agile. At first, he only said that it was a "chede jumping" specially used to practice body coordination in the children's skills of Shaolin Temple, but on second thought, although the centipede jumping was also rampant. Most of them are used to break free from the enemy and lock their limbs and torso. How can Wang Chan be so fast and flexible that it is considered to be a snake-shaped kung fu, but I don't know whether it is the snake-shaped in the five-shaped fist or the snake-shaped in the twelve shapes.

"Looking at your fast hiding or my bullets, I don't believe I can't hit you." Sun Changfeng once worked as an instructor in the Langya Special Forces. Although he became a monk halfway and taught skills, with his years of martial arts, his ability to control his muscles is far beyond ordinary people, so his one-handed shot is also a hundred shots. In particular, the Type 91 pistol in his hand has a magazine capacity of 20 bullets, which is several times that of the Type 54 pistol. There is no need to change the magazine halfway. He slowly retreated under his feet and raised his hand for three more shots.

"Ban!" A bullet was almost flat against Wang Chan's right face and shot into the ground under him, almost hitting one of the fingers he had just raised, and the strong smell of fire suddenly entered his nose.

"Damn, this guy's gun is so accurate that I have to dodge the gun desperately. Moreover, my snake-to-dragon body method can only be temporarily used to save lives and can't be used for a long time. Once the breath in the abdomen is released, as soon as the body slows down, I will immediately be shot a few shots." Wang Chan didn't know how many bullets there were in Sun Changfeng's pistol, and the development and changes were a little beyond his expectations. Sun Changfeng was improvised and experienced. While shooting, he still couldn't help retreating. He didn't let himself get too close. Obviously, he was also thinking of consuming his physical strength.

"No, you have to find something to cover up to recover, otherwise there must be no life." With both hands on the ground, Wang Chan changed his original strategy at the moment when his body rushed forward. The next moment, he suddenly changed to the robber who had been kicked and killed by his tiger's tail foot.

Then he rolled his body, pinched his waist with one hand and pinched his neck with the other. Unexpectedly, he suddenly turned over the top of the man's body, and then his waist and legs worked hard. He seemed to be vigorously lifted up by a rope that did not exist on his head. He turned over in place, his knees did not bend, and stood up like a zombie.

However, as he stood up, he squatted down at the same time, and his limbs shrank behind the man's body. Looking from the front, the unknown person only saw the robber turning over and standing up must have thought it was a fraudulent corpse.

Poo! A blood flower exploded on the surface of the body, and then the sound of gunfire stopped in an instant.

Because the shadow of Wang Chan had disappeared in Sun Changfeng's eyes at this time, he could only see the dead body standing in place. He clearly knew that Wang Chan was playing a "flower job" with himself and used other people's corpses as his own "shield", but he had no choice for a while.

"It's so fast, no, there are not many bullets in the gun. Either change the gun or change the magazine." Wang Chan's series of actions, only in an instant, like an eagle flying rabbit walking, fell into Sun Changfeng's eyes, and he was more and more afraid. He realized that if he changed his position with Wang Chan, there must be no way to do so.

Fortunately, he is cautious and has a lot of plans before doing things. He killed a few thunder tigers before, and has taken the guns in their hands on himself. Although the guns are all old Type 5 and 4, there are only 8 bullets in the magazine. He was shot a few by those people before, but it is enough to make himself in this green and yellow time. Waiting for the completion of the replacement.

Sun Changfeng is a professional soldier. The speed of changing the magazine with one hand is less than three seconds. As long as he can delay, he can suppress Wang Chan with fire again in a blink of an eye.

But just as he took out another pistol from his arms with his left hand and shook off the Type 90 pistol magazine with his right hand. While replacing it, Wang Chan also had a greater movement.

There is no hesitation. At this time, time is life. In the blink of an eye, Wang Chan spewed out the turbid gas in his body like a cow. The next moment, it was a vest jacket that grabbed the dead body in front of him, and suddenly lifted up the tall man who was strong and weighed at least 180 catties. He grabbed it in his hand, as if he usually waved him to hold an ebony bar, and suddenly waved left and right in front of him, like a chaotic cloak, spinning up and down, and then his feet were like mud, and suddenly bumping forward with Sun Changfeng, who was changing the magazine.

"It's not good!" It's just a little distraction. In less than half a second, Sun Changfeng saw Wang Chan holding the dead body on the opposite side, dancing up and down, spinning, and forcing him. He quickly pulled the trigger and shooting at close range with a five or four pistols, but it was all blocked by Wang Chan's body and could not play a role.

And Wang Chan caught a man in his hand, but he was still flexible and extremely fast. In Sun Changfeng's eyes, he was just like a monster. How did he know that the twelve Taibao horizontal kung fu practiced by Wang Chan was the most powerful. The 70 or 80 catties of ebony bar was held in his hand and practiced in the middle of the night. What a strong physical strength was. What's more, such a hundred catties of human body was not much different from an ordinary scarecrow waving in his hand.

While approaching quickly, Wang Chan's body also had a strange twist, and the bullets Sun Changfeng kept firing could not hit him at all.

"Give me your life!"

Seeing that the two sides were getting closer and closer, Sun Changfeng's eyes were full of anxiety. Wang Chan suddenly roared, and the whole person rotated in place to throw the dead man in his hand forward, mixed with a vicious wind like a boulder falling, and flew straight to the place where Sun Changfeng stood.

At the same time, Wang Chan also flew up. The whole person was like a hungry tiger. His body stretched, his spine was pulled into a straight line, and all the parts of his body were flattened behind the flying corpse, and suddenly reached the place where Sun Changfeng was less than three steps in front of him.

Two hands are half bent and half stretched out, open into tiger claws! Unexpectedly, there was an inexplicable fishy wind in place...

After all, Sun Changfeng is also a master of the eight poles. He has been practicing hard for many years and adapts very quickly, but he just relied on the gun in his hand. In the end, he was shocked and his reaction was invisibly slow. However, compared with it, Wang Chan has sufficient spirit and is particularly fierce. Once he takes action, no matter whether the other party is a man or a beast, he never leaves his hand. As the saying goes, the lion fights and rabbits should also do their best, otherwise there will only be a moment between life and death, and you will lose your life in vain. Who do you blame?

He retreated repeatedly under his feet. Sun Changfeng shot all the bullets in the May 4th pistol in one breath. The body flew in front of him, and his head burst open, but he still couldn't stop the corpse like a stone. He could only make a mistake under his feet and used an eight-pole punch. The Fuhu style in the middle, [***] fell on the ground, and his figure fell down, dripping like a ball rolling on the ground, and he was in a hurry to avoid it.

Unexpectedly, the corpse of the cannonball had just flown over his head, and Wang Chan's figure was exposed behind him. He rushed down, grabbed it with a tiger claw like electricity, and swept it fiercely on Sun Changfeng's right wrist, who was in a hurry to replace the magazine.

Five fingers trembled, suddenly, clicked, and immediately heard the sound of broken bones. Sun Changfeng only shouted. The Type-two pistol in his hand had fallen to the ground, and the five finger grooves were slanted on his wrist, and the flesh and blood were blurred.

This is also Wang Chan's move. It's really unreasonable. It's weird and terrible. It's actually shrinking his body and hiding behind the flying corpse. It's equivalent to one move and two moves. This caught Sun Changfeng off guard. Otherwise, Sun Changfeng has a gun in his hand, and his skills are also very smart. Under the frontal fight, there is still time. There was a fight, but now his pistol fell to the ground, and the Type 54 of the other hand had no bullets. His wrists were broken, and the opportunity was slim.

At this time, Wang Chan's feet fell to the ground, and he did not wait to stand firm. He turned around quickly, and the tiger's claws were buckled upside down. He grabbed Sun Changfeng's throat collarbone, and he had no intention of stopping at all.

"Ah!" At the critical moment of life and death, Sun Changfeng first threw out his left-handed Type-four pistol and smashed Wang Chan's head cover, and then crossed his hands up. It was the five mountains of the eight-pointed cones in the eight-pole boxing.

Bang! The arms intersected, but the sound was like beating iron. Sun Changfeng's whole body was swept to one side by Wang Chan's grasp and fell out, while Wang Chan's hand was endless, and he couldn't help grasping the stone wall beside him. The force broke out, and the gravel turbulled and flew wildly.

Wang Chan's tiger claw hand is based on horizontal kung fu. His hands are as hard as steel hooks. He can grasp the sword without injury. When practicing, even if he doesn't use all his strength, he can grab five finger holes on the thousand-year-old red pine tree trunk, which is as strong as an iron stone, and the idle mountain stone will be broken.

Fortunately, this move fell in the air, otherwise no matter what kind of person Sun Changfeng is, he will be caught in the throat and killed by him on the spot. --------------------------------------------------------------------------

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