Chapter 175 Impulse

"Son of a bitch, take your life..." Wu Chilin punched Sanpu's face, but Sanpu didn't care about this attack at all. With one hand, Wu Chilin opened the door, and Sanpu's fist hit Wu Chilin's chest like raindrops.

At this time, Zhou Tian had rushed to Sanpu and Wu Chilin, but Sanpu's fist was very fast. When Zhou Tian kicked Sanpu, Wu Chilin had been hit more than ten times, and his mouth was already dripping with blood.

"Poof" Wu Chilin's blood spewed out, which happened to be sprayed on Sanpu's face. Wu Chilin's behavior obviously angered Sanpu. After avoiding Zhou Tian's attack, Sanpu shouted and pressed Wu Chilin's head down, and he was about to use his knees to push it.

Wu Chilin was punched more than a dozen times by Sanpu just now, and his consciousness was a little unclear. The blood he had just spit out had consumed his last strength, so in the face of Sanpu's full force on his knee, Wu Chilin had no reaction at all, so he had to look at the closer and closer knee in front of him and waited. Let it end your life.

"Dad, my son is unfilial. You gave me the teahouse. I couldn't keep it. Now my brother is also missing, and my son has no face to see you..." Wu Chilin's consciousness blurred, and his father's appearance before his death flashed in his mind, and his useless brother. He didn't have a chance to apologize. Let's live..." Xiao Nianben, my mother-in-chief..." With a curse, Sanpu's knee suddenly dodged when he was about to touch Wu Chilin's head, because at this moment, Sanpu had been punched out by Zhou Tian.

"Wu Chilin, are you all right..." Wu Chilin's eyes were a little lax, but his breathing was still stable, and there would be nothing to do for a while.

Seeing that there was nothing wrong with Wu Chilin, Zhou Tian was relieved, and then patted Wu Chilin on the head, and Wu Chilin fainted.

"Have a good rest..." Zhou Tian clicked a few times on Wu Chilin's body and shouted at Liu Zao beside him, "Wu Chilin is dead. Tell that bastard in Sanpu to carry him down first and then I will fight with him."

At this moment, Miura just got up from the ground, and his head was a little dizzy. After listening to Liu Zhao's translation, he waved his hand and asked several Japanese soldiers to drag Wu Chilin out.

"Wait a minute." When Wu Chilin was dragged out of the field, the colonel named Sato came down from the second floor and said to the Japanese soldiers, "Let's see if it's real or fake."

"Report to the colonel, I'm out of breath." The soldier put his hand on Wu Zhilin's nose and said.

"Oh, is it really dead? It's really impatient to fight, but he insulted General Miura and must not let him die so cheaply." Sato threatened to take a look at Sunday in the field, took out the pistol from his waist, and aimed at Wu Chilin's head to pull the trigger.

"Bastard!!" Although Zhou Tian didn't hear what Sato had just said, as soon as Sato appeared, Zhou Tian felt that the big thing was not good, so he made some preparations. When Sato took out the gun, the shoes that had just taken off in Zhou Tian's hand had already flown out and hit Sato's hand. At this time, Sato's gun had rang, but because Because of Sunday's shoes, the gun did not hit Wu Chilin's head.

"Egg!!" Sato was obviously angered by Zhou Tian's behavior, and the gun in his hand was aimed at Zhou Tian.

However, Zhou Tian was definitely not a person waiting to be killed. Seeing that Sato wanted to shoot himself, Zhou Tian dodged behind Miura, and even if Sato had the courage, he did not use a gun to point at Miura.

"General Miura, there should be no abuse of corpses in the etiquette of your country." Zhou Tian, who hid behind Miura, said to Miura. However, at this time, Liu Zhao, who should have translated for himself, was stunned. Zhou Tian was so anxious that he shouted, "Liu Zhao, you are stupid, aren't you? Translate quickly. Translate the original words. I didn't scold him this time!"

Liu Zhao asked Zhou Tianyi to roar, came to his senses and quickly rushed to Miura to translate.

Miura glanced at Zhou Tian behind him and shouted at Sato, who was going to vent his anger with the body of Wu Chilin, "Sato, stop, don't shoot in my fighting field, even treat the dead!"

"Hi!" Hearing Miura's drinking, Sato reluctantly put away the gun. After waving his hand, he asked several Japanese soldiers beside him to carry out the body of Wu Chilin.

"Now you and I can play a game. Your strength just now is beyond my expectation again. Just a fist can blow me out. It's good, it's good." After seeing that Wu Chilin's body was dragged off the site, Miura slightly moved the arm that had just been hit by Zhou Tian and said.

"Then you can put on your Taoist clothes and fight with me now." After hearing Liu Zhao's translation, Zhou Tian said.

"No, I admire your strength, but I don't think you really have the strength to take it seriously. Let's fight first. If you have that strength, I will naturally take it seriously." Miura shook his head and said. This Sanpu is now just afraid of Zhou Tian's power, and the moves used by Zhou Tian just now are not eye-catching by Sanpu at all, so the real strength of Zhou Tian, which Sanpu does not think, will not be as strong as his strength.

"Then fight." A big drop of sweat on Zhou Tian's head flowed out. Although the expression on his face was relatively relaxed, he was actually very nervous. Just now, when Zhou Tian saved the Wu Chilin, the punch had already operated the instantaneous giant power and light body skills to the extreme, and hit the body of the Sanpu fiercely. However, despite this, there was nothing wrong with the Sanpu, so with the Sanpu's fighting ability alone, Zhou Tian estimated that it was impossible for him at all. What threats do you bring to the other party, and the other party's strength and speed and fighting skills are not weak. It is impossible for you to sneak up on the other party again like just now.

After some analysis, Zhou Tian concluded that it was impossible for him to win the other party at all. Although this guess was expected by Zhou Tian for a long time, when he really felt the other party's ability to fight, Zhou Tian was still very disappointed with the gap between himself and the other party, but now was not the time to lament such a thing. It's certain to lose on Sunday, but how to lose is a problem. If Sunday admits to losing immediately after hitting twice, then Miura will definitely not let go of himself. If he really wants to cripple Miura desperately with Miura, Sato's pistol must have to greet his head. After thinking about it, Sunday can only suffer. A little bit of bitterness, let the Sanpu have a good time. Anyway, as long as you don't die, with that medical skill, you should be able to get better soon.

After thinking about it, Zhou Tian ran the giant power and light body skills, shouted loudly, and rushed to Miura. Although this battle will definitely lose, you have to lose with a little dignity. Try to fight more Sanpu, but I guess as long as you don't work hard, you will still It really can't do any heavy to the other party.

"I forgot to say that your speed is not slow." Miura also roared, and his eyes condensed, and he fought with Zhou Tian.

Under the operation of giant power and light body, Zhou Tian obviously has the upper hand in speed and strength, but the martial arts skills of Miura are more than higher than Zhou Tian. Zhou Tian can't threaten the other party at all with his half-baked Liao's boxing skills. He is obviously about to hit the other party with his own punch. However, Miura's body will twist like a loach and flash its fists. In this way, it will be empty and powerful at all. On the other hand, Sanpu was much easier. He was able to dodge and move with ease. When he punched, he was also methodical, and his fists did not fail. He bombarded Zhou Tian. Even after Zhou Tian practiced the skills of Tianshu, his physical quality was greatly improved, but he could not eat the next day of such repeated bombardments. After that, a mouthful of blood spit out of Zhou Tian's mouth.

After Zhou Tian was beaten, he didn't get anything. Zhou Tian found that Miura was very sluggish when he punched his left arm just now, and he was not very strong, so Zhou Tian must have never made Miura feel good with his punch just now. With this discovery, Zhou Tian went with Miura's left arm when he attacked, but Miura had already paid some attention to his left arm, but despite this, Miura still asked Zhou Tian to hold his left arm with his head.

"Fack." Zhou Tianding's attack was fierce. After that, a lot of sweat oozed from Miura's head. Of course, with the severe pain on Miura's arm, his attack became more and more fierce.

"Poo" Zhou Tian's mouth also sprayed all the blood on Miura's head.

Zhou Tian, who was beaten and dizzy, had long forgotten what plan he had before. There is only one sentence in Zhou Tian's mind now, that is, no matter what method is used, so Zhou Tian, who was exhausted from spiritual power, began to use the "dirty" formula, but in the state of Zhou Tian, even if he wanted to fight with Sanpu, he did not. What can I do?

Miura, who was angered by Zhou Tian, roared. He completely regarded Zhou Tian as a sandbag and tried his best to vent his anger that he had been sprayed twice today. Under the continuous bombardment of Miura, Zhou Tian gradually lost consciousness. Before he fell into a coma, the only picture that Zhou Tian remembered was that Miura hit his fist, and He spewed out and splashed blood on Miura with his last breath. As Miura's fist approached, Zhou Tian felt that his world had become very quiet, as if he had fallen into endless darkness... "Why did I do such a stupid thing? I knew that I had to suffer a big loss and had to hold on. Now I was more hurt by martial arts. It's going to be heavy..." This is the last thought of Sunday, and with the passing of this idea, Sunday was finally unconscious...

(to be continued)