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Almost the moment when the right hand protection was in place, Qi Si's attack had arrived and was hitting the forearm of Wu Song's right arm. Erlang felt that this was no longer a power that human beings could support. Since Wu Song practiced martial arts, he has been unique and has never been seriously injured in anyone's hands, but this punch almost gave him the illusion that his bones were broken. Not only that, he couldn't control his body, and his feet were off the ground and fell backwards.

Erlang knew that he was the backbone of everyone in the yard. If the blocking move was knocked down, it was bound to shake the army's heart. Therefore, he smoothed his body to the left side in the air. At the same time, he tapped the bluestone plate in the courtyard with his left hand and retreated nearly a foot with the help of Qi Siyi punch. Then he stood up again with a rolling action.

Almost completely lost consciousness. Wu Song hurriedly touched the bone of his right arm with his left hand. Fortunately, there were no very serious bones, but from the huge strength of his fist just now and the pain maintained until now, it was certain that there were cracks in the bone. In any case, you can't launch a fierce attack with your right arm tonight and block similar to just now, otherwise the bones will be broken like a porcelain bowl on the ground and will be completely disabled on the spot.

In addition, Erlang felt that his throat was salty, and his heart was suddenly like a mirror. Although the impact of the punch just now was blocked by the right arm, and the rolling movement also resolved some forces, the remaining force still invaded the internal organs, which was to spit blood. Wu Song held his breath and swallowed the blood abruptly. Although spitting out the blood was beneficial to his injury, it was impossible to have the strength to fight after spitting blood. As the backbone of the people in the hospital, I have no backing. All I can rely on is this tone, which must not be relieved.

Wu Song barely regained his calm posture, but he also knew in his heart that Qi Si was the most difficult opponent he had encountered in his life. In front of him, it was difficult to protect himself. Killing him now looks like a crazy thing. Wu Song threw away the useless blade and looked down at the ring on the middle finger of his right hand. Is this really that important? If it has any power, why can't you feel it? The vibration of the right arm has made the ring almost slip from his finger, and Wu Song's whole right arm is almost unconscious. If the ring falls off, Erlang can't find it at all.

Wu Song had the intention to take the ring back into his arms, but he felt that it had broken his prestige and made the scene too timid, so he took the ring from his finger and put it on the thickest thumb. In this way, no matter how shake and vibrate, the ring will not slip. If you want to seize it, unless Wu Song's finger is cut off.

At this time, it was meaningless to speak. Wu Song came forward to fight with Qi Si again. This time, Wu Song grew his mind and no longer fought hard with the other party, but wandered around Qi Si. Just now, the important reason why Qi Si was able to punch himself so that he could not dodge was that when the dagger was broken, Wu Er himself was severely damaged and his reaction slowed down for a while. At this moment, Erlang focused on dodging. Only half of the ten moves were masons, but he also followed the scene for a while.

Wu Song does not believe that there is something perfect in the world, just like a human body. It is explosive, and its endurance is not long enough. Qi Si's fist is so strong that maybe it is just a three-board axe, and he will slowly exhaust his physical strength later. Therefore, fighting may play a role. Strange effect.

But after dozens of moves, Qi Si's fists were blowing, and there was no failure. On the contrary, Wu Song's action was getting slower and slower. It seemed that the internal injury caused by a hard punch just now was very serious, and now it has become unsustainable. Erlang felt a sense of sadness. He deeply knew that as long as he was punched again, he would not be able to stand up again. Judging from the current slow figure, it was only a matter of time. The night was still long. Maybe he really couldn't see the sun tomorrow.

Born in troubled times and died in troubled times, that's life is the same. I don't know when I will fall forever. One day I will definitely die, so why can't it be today? Wu Song even wanted to give up resistance, so that he compressed the pain to an instant and then died. If so, I just need to slow down, and after a while, the sea sand will catch up. Yes, she died once. This time with me in the world of the dead, she will not be alone and will never be bullied by others again.

Thinking of this, Wu Song suddenly hung his arms and stood straight in the yard. The middle door opened without any protective posture. Qi Si was obviously stunned for a moment, but soon rubbed his body, and Wu Song roared like a hammer.

I will also see Phoenix after I die, and maybe my parents. I haven't seen them for many years, and even they are blurred in my memory. Sometimes I hope to think about my mother's appearance and imagine that her hand can touch my head, and then what will she say? She will definitely touch my beard and say that her son has grown up. But what I can remember is that there is only a vague back. Yes, that was my childhood. At that time, my mother carried me on my back and swayed all day long. I was like a boat on the sea. Although there were strong wind and waves outside, I knew that it was always safe on my mother's back. I can't remember my mother's face. I don't know if I can find her in the world of the dead.

Wu Song's nose was sore, and he felt tears coming out of his eyes.

After I die, the crescent will also die, or I will break my oath. I am a shameful renegave. Not only to the crescent, but also to the sea sand. I told her to cure her body and then let her be a mother like other women. I will have a child with her. This child will be as powerful and beautiful as me. However, these vows can't be fulfilled, and I'm going to die. I don't know if I can have a child with Haisha in the world of the dead, which is a kind of compensation and comfort.

No! No! I can't die. If I can't protect the sea sand when I'm alive, how can I say that I can do it after death? My vow must be fulfilled. How can I give up like this? It's hard for me to have a home. I'm no longer lonely and must protect it!

Wu Song felt that there was too much depression in his heart, which made him breathless. All he could do was roar. Wu Song forgot the danger, forgot the current environment and state, and roared indulgently. He seemed to feel that his roar made his ears temporarily deaf, and even the moonlight was dim in the roar, and then habitually raised his right fist and fought with Qi Si.

Bad! His right arm was seriously injured, so why did he use it to fight hard? At the moment when the two fists were about to collide, Wu Song remembered this matter, but at this time, it was impossible to change the trick again. Wu Song could only bite his teeth and make a move with all his strength. However, he also felt a little strange. It seemed that he did not feel the pain in his right arm during the move. Maybe he was too sad and angry. He was temporarily depressed. Wu Song found a reasonable explanation for himself in the shortest time.

But something strange happened. Wu Song did not feel much pressure on his arm this time. He didn't seem to be facing Qi Si, but just a wooden stake that usually practiced boxing. That kind of steel-like power did not appear again. In line with this, Qi Si's whole right arm broke his shoulder after the collision, and the broken arm hit the wall and then fell. In the moonlight, the finger of the broken limb was still **, but it was already far away from Qi Si.

Is Qi Si's power weakened? Wu Er couldn't figure it out. But after punching, the body immediately had a sense of overdraft. Unexpectedly, he couldn't stop his fist. His legs and feet softened in an instant, and his fist hit the bluestone board in the yard. With a click, the bluestone plate was centered on the fist, and cracks appeared.

Erlang knew that the stone slabs in his yard were all superior, and it was not easy to smash them with a hammer, but this time, after fighting with Qi Si, he shattered the stone slabs with only the remaining strength. It seems that Qi Si's body is not fragile, but that his own strength has become stronger.

Is that true? Erlang didn't believe it. He squatted on the ground and punched him again. This is even more amazing. The stone slab was not only broken, but even splashed casually, leaving a pit more than three fingers deep on the ground. It's really that the strength has been strengthened. Erlang is happy. Life's ups and downs are too fast. Just now he thought he was dead, but now he is actually bright. It seems that it was the problem of the ring. In order to confirm this, Wu Song hurriedly pulled the ring off his thumb and hit the stone plate with the same force. This time, only the pain from the fist, and the ground was intact.

This not only confirms that the power comes from the ring, but also Wu Song finds that only when the ring is worn on the thumb can the fist become powerful. Whatever it is, let's fight with it now.

Wu Song slowly stood up. Just now, he had been squatting and didn't feel anything. When he stood up, he found that he had a heavy head and light feet. It seemed that he hadn't slept for several days and nights, and had done some heavy physical labor. It seems that the power of this fist does not come from the ring, but from its own body, but the ring can burst out the strength of the body at once. Wu Song smiled bitterly. If he had known why he had punched the second punch in vain, the price of this experiment was a little too high.

Qi Si was seriously injured. Although the wound of his broken limb did not bleed, his left hand had been covering there, and the expression on his face was painful. This expression is even more strange against the messy sutures and blood stains.

"Qi Si, do you still want to fight? I'm very nostalgic. I can let you go now. If you hold a broken hand, the master of the faceless must have a way to help you connect it." Wu Song's words came out loud. After all, the result of the hard punch just now is obvious to all. Such words to boost morale should be said out loud.

"The fist of adjudication is indeed as powerful as the legend. When I heard it before, I thought it was those old guys who made it up to scare people." Qi Si's spiritual voice is like a silk, and Wu Song can only be heard by himself.

"Since you know it's powerful, why don't you retreat immediately?" Wu Song said his words full of anger, and he didn't want to expose his physical problems.

"Wusong, if you hadn't hit the second punch to the ground just now, I might have left. No matter how good the fist of the decision brought by the meteorite ring is, people can only hit three punches in a month. After three punches, they will be extremely weak and can no longer fight. That is to say, as long as you can't kill me with one punch, I can kill you effortlessly. Qi Si's painful expression turned into a smile and made a sound like a broken wood.

Maybe this is the laughter of the living corpse. This sound in the moon night, mixed with the cold new wind, brings people a cold shudder to the bone marrow.

The fist of the ruling, it seems that Qi Si knows what his ring can bring power. Wu Song thought for a moment and thought about what the situation was like to punch his body again. It was really not good. The empty punch put Erlang in a difficult situation. If you don't need the fist of judgment, even if Qi Si breaks his right arm, I'm afraid he can't shake it head-on; but if he uses it, he may not be able to participate in the war again tonight. Even if Qi Si is killed, the living body behind him is enough to tear everyone in the yard to pieces.

Before Wu Song figured out these things, Qi Si rushed up again. After a few moves, Erlang found the problem. Just now, he was blindly fighting, but now he has become Qi Si. He only has one arm left. The attacks of this single arm are like dragonflies, constantly teasing Wu Er's right arm. It seems that he wants to wait for Erlang to be impatient, break his left arm, and then consume Wu Song's punch.

Wu Song's right hand did not dare to attack. When he hit the stone plate just now, he just hit it casually. He didn't want to play much power, so he pulled out the fist of the ruling. It can be seen that this fist cannot be sent freely. As long as the thumb wears a ring, the fist is a ruling. Therefore, no matter how provocative Qi Si's attack is, Erlang only uses his left hand. Strike back.

The battle seems to never stop. In the final analysis, both sides are afraid of each other, and the victory or defeat will not be decided until Wu Song's third punch is played. This is a punch that Erlang can't afford to lose, but he can't do it. His physical strength is still passing rapidly. Several times, Qi Si's left fist even slipped through Wu Song's skirt, and his clothes were suddenly brought out by his fist. After a while, this kind of false move will kill himself.

Erlang understands that what is needed at this time is decisive. Wu Song is not twisting his body, but standing straight, which can save some dodge physical strength. Then no matter where he appears, he fights straight with his left fist, no longer has any defensive posture and attitude, and clearly wants to fight with the other party.

Qi Si did not attack as rashly as expected, but experimented several times. Even once his left fist was only half a foot away from Wu Song's chest, but the alert Qi Si withdrew his fist. Wu Song used his own bait, depending on whether Qi Si dares to take his own life. Erlang sums up in his heart that since his fist strength is many times higher than that of Qi Si, he should be able to go first. At the moment when Qi Si's fist was close to his key point, he punched and attacked Qi Si's head. It was difficult for him to dodge. If this only punch must be used, he must completely kill Qi Si. His broken arm just now did not bleed. From this, it was inferred that it should be the same as Mrs. Wang's weakness, so he bet on this.

Wu Song knew that Qi Si was not a fool. This man was extremely shrewd when he was alive, and his wisdom after death should only increase. But in his words, he seemed to be quite disdainful of the fist of the ruling. Now his action is to shout at Qi Si and dare to gamble once. Bet on who can survive this fight.

Although Qi Si does not have such a powerful fist, as long as he can stagger his head before Wu Song hits him and take a hard blow with other key positions, he can do it once and for all. And once the punching speed is fast enough, if you hit Wu Song in advance, you can defeat Erlang without injury. The risk is huge, ** is equally huge. Wu Song understands that self-respecting people like Qi Si will not refuse this kind of gambling invitation.

After several tests, Qi Si stood a foot away from Wu Song, as if adjusting his body.

"Very good, Wu Song, I accept your challenge. This kind of dodge battle is long and tasteless. How can ordinary people who can only rely on rings understand the power of death?

After saying that, Wu Song's eyes were full of flowers, and Qi Si's figure disappeared out of thin air, leaving only two broken stone slabs on the ground. Erlang was looking for Qi Si. Suddenly, he felt the wind above his head and hurriedly looked up. It turned out that Qi Si had just jumped more than two feet high. Now he is fighting with Wu Song with the speed of falling and the speed of punching.

Erlang can't dodge. In such a fast situation, it is impossible to hit Qi Si's head if he dodged. Wu Song shouted violently, clenched his right fist, and did not condense. Be sure to wait until Qi Si can't accept the recruitment, otherwise the other party is bound to eat the final ruling with his left arm.

Qi Si's body was in the moonlight, like a bat spreading its wings in the dark night, passing through the square sky surrounded by the yard. His left fist was like a poisonous snake's letter, with the remnants of the air, like Wu Song's head.

Wu Song took a fist flower with his left hand to grab Qi Si's wrist and block the sight of the other party's eyes. When the fist was only three fingers away from his forehead, Erlang understood that no matter how fast Qi Si was, it was too late to change his move. The condensed right fist, like a dragon coming out of the water, attacked Qi Si's eyebrows. This punch only attacked but did not defend, and went forward.

At this moment, Wu Song got an unprecedented experience. His heart was like water, and the things around him slowly slowed down in his eyes. He even had time to see the light of fireflies in the grass in the yard, but the rhythm was as long as the flashing rhythm. However, Erlang also saw clearly that although he had maximized the power of his fist, Qi Si should also hit him while his fist hit Qi Si.

Maybe this should be my ending. Wu Er tried his best. Wu Song thought calmly.