Chapter 4 Fire Cyclone Thirteen Kicks

Although Chen Xi was seriously injured, he was not weak at all under the siege of hundreds of soldiers!

Chen Xi's hands are as red as hot iron! Every punch can produce a substantial flame, which makes the soldiers close to him suffer.

Close to one, one was beaten out by Chen Xi. Every soldier who was shaken out was covered with flames, drew red lights in mid-air, fell to the ground, and could no longer move!

"How cruel! One move to kill!" Zhao Jingtian was secretly surprised: "Look at this guy, he should be a fire boxer! I don't know how long it will take to get to his level? One against a hundred, it must be very powerful!"

Seeing that they were solved by the enemy one by one, the soldiers were anxious. The soldier waved his arm and shouted, "At the same time, surround it!"

More than a dozen soldiers started almost at the same time and rushed to Chen Xi fiercely.

Seeing the figure rushing like a vicious tiger, Chen Xi jumped up flat and threw out a 360-degree spinning whirlwind kick. Where the soles of the feet are scratched, a circle of fire is drawn!

"Ah..."

Bang bang... More than a dozen figures flew out in all directions like cannonballs, and the flames quickly burned all over the body.

These soldiers can't survive!

Yan Yaoying's eyebrows moved slightly and shouted at the soldiers, "You step back and stop his retreat. I'll deal with him!"

These soldiers were strictly trained. As soon as they heard the order, they immediately retreated dozens of steps.

Chen Xi was out of breath, and under the cover of the moonlight, his face showed a abnormal flush.

"Bad woman, if it falls into the hands of our fire dragon family, she will definitely break your tendons and hamstrings, then strip your clothes and throw you into the cave where slaves live! Haha...wow..." Chen Xi scolded and paid the price of spitting blood.

Zhao Jingtian thought that Yan Yaoying would be extremely angry and furious. As long as she is a normal woman, she should have this reaction.

Unexpectedly, Yan Yaoying just put on a pair of water-blue metal gloves and asked Chen Xi coldly, "Have you said enough?"

Chen Xi licked back the blood left on his mouth with his tongue: "Hey hey..."

Suddenly, Chen Xi's figure suddenly started, like a poisonous snake staring at its prey for a long time, sending out his most deadly blow!

"Let's die together! Stinky woman!" Chen Xi's voice was full of hysterical madness. His red fists with two flames were extremely violent, rushing straight to Yan Yaoying!

Zhao Jingtian's eyes didn't even blink. He wanted to see how the battle between Yan Yaoying and Chen Xi would be!

"Look for death!" Yan Yaoying did not dodge and used the simplest move - to punch Chen Xi with her own fists!

Oh! Water vapor kept emitting from Yan Yaoying's boxing gloves, and the flames on Chen Xi's fists have completely disappeared!

Chen Xi was fixed in the original place, and his posture did not change, just like a statue.

"Water attribute... fist..." Chen Xi muttered, and his body suddenly leaned back and fell to the ground with a plop.

Zhao Jingtian never thought that it would be such a result!

No matter how seriously Chen Xi is injured, the fire attribute punch emitted by the last blow can strongly resonate with Zhao Jingtian, who is 100 meters away, which shows the power of his last blow!

But why did Yan Yaoying resolve it with one punch? And kill the opponent?

Is it possible that Yan Yaoying's boxing skills are much better than Chen Xi's?

"No..." Zhao Jingtian shook his head: "If this woman is really so powerful, will she watch the enemy kill so many of her men? She must have used her men to consume her opponent's physical strength and then make the last blow! It must be!"

Thinking of this, Zhao Jingtian immediately recalled that she used everyone as bait at night, and the feeling in his heart that Yan Yaoying's last trace of good or bad was gone. The rest is all disgust!

Several soldiers came over carefully and gently touched Chen Xi's body several times. It was not until they were sure that Chen Xi had died that they breathed a long sigh of relief: "Sister Ying, he is dead!"

Yan Yaoying took the boxing gloves in her hand, took out a white cloth, wiped the boxing gloves clean, and then took them back to her arm pockets.

Boxers in the Holy Kingdom usually sew a strange cloth bag on the left and right arms of their clothes to store boxing gloves.

"Okay, let's dispose of these bodies. Our brother's body should be buried well. The bodies of those fire dragon boxers should be thrown away to feed the wild dogs!" There was no expression in Yan Yaoying's voice, but when she turned around and walked towards Zhao Jingtian, Zhao Jingtian understood her eyes.

That's an incredible look.

Everyone hid in the cabin, and Zhao Jingtian was the only one standing outside. How could she not be surprised?

"How did you find these people?" Yan Yaoying's eyebrows moved slightly and asked in a nearly reproachful tone.

Zhao Jingtian couldn't help sneering: This woman must want us not to know what happened tonight and use it as bait in confusion! If these sneak attackers succeed, they don't even know they are dead!

However, Zhao Jingtian would never show his dissatisfaction and replied gently, "Sister Yan, I'm anxious."

"Hmm!" Yan Yaoying suddenly snorted coldly, "Don't tell the truth? I hate it when people lie to me! The bodies of these fire dragon boxers will be dealt with by you alone! I dragged it to the black stone pit ten miles away in the east and threw it away. I didn't deal with it well. Don't sleep!"

"Yes, Sister Yan!" Zhao Jingtian didn't want to get too close to this cold woman for a moment, so he raised his feet and left.

I would rather get close to the corpse than this cruel woman!

Zhao Jingtian began to carry the body. He has been a slave for a year and has good strength. Coupled with practicing the "Blood Taboo" to cover the blood, his strength and physical strength increased to two to three times as before!

Even so, I ran 50,000 meters in the afternoon and carried more than a dozen bodies, and every time I had to run ten miles, which was enough for Zhao Jingtian to suffer.

Not only that, the burning smell of the body that died from the explosion made Zhao Jingtian almost nauseous.

When the last body was put down by Zhao Jingtian, Zhao Jingtian's legs actually softened and fell down on the body.

"Bah, pooh, it's so unlucky!" Zhao Jingtian supported the body with both hands, grabbed it randomly, and got up.

Huh? The feeling just now... The feeling of grabbing the clothes with both hands seems to be different?" Zhao Jingtian squatted down again and pressed his hands on the chest that had just been supported on the body.

Immediately, Zhao Jingtian found a sheepskin roll from the body!

"Fire Cyclone Thirteen Kicks? Fire boxing skills!" Zhao Jingtian's heart couldn't help pounding as if he had obtained the treasure!

That body is Chen Xi, who was killed by Yan Yaoying!

Zhao Jingtian was very excited: This boxing skill must be the dazzling kick that Chen Xi just showed!

Although Zhao Jingtian has the "Blood Taboo", it is only a skill, and he must rely on boxing and boxing skills to exert his power. At this time, the skill on this sheepskin roll is like a steamed bun sent by others immediately when you are hungry!

Zhao Jingtian took a deep breath and calmed down his excitement. Through the moonlight, Zhao Jingtian looked carefully at this sheepskin scroll: "Fire has no level of boxing skills. Boxing skills double as the level of boxers increases..."

Zhao Jingtian looked left and right a few times and didn't find anyone nearby: "I'm really considerate. Who will come here in such a damn place! Even if I am asked to escape, I guess I will be caught up by those soldiers before I escape from the suburbs.

Zhao Jingtian laughed at himself and began to practice according to the boxing skills on the sheepskin roll.

I have to say that practicing blood has brought a lot of benefits to Zhao Jingtian, and even practicing boxing skills is particularly fast. Only 20 minutes later, Zhao Jingtian has preliminarily mastered the basic formula of these thirteen kicks.

The rest is to use it skillfully in actual combat.

Of course, another major reason why Zhao Jingtian practiced so fast is that this set of leg-based boxing skills is only 13 types.

"It turns out that this guy only practiced the seventh type. No wonder he took this sheepskin roll with him. Now that I have remembered it, it's useless to keep it. Zhao Jingtian casually chopped the sheepskin roll with sharp gravel and buried it in the soil.

When Zhao Jingtian returned to the training base again, there was no one on the empty field. Except for the blood stains on the ground and the soil turned over by the explosion, there is no other sign that there has been such a fierce battle here.

"Have a good rest!" Zhao Jingtian stretched out, returned to his board**, and fell asleep.

In his sleep, Zhao Jingtian saw that he suddenly changed from a beggar to a rich man...

***

The next time is very calm. Except for dozens of guys who died because of excessive training, more than 100 people ran away because they couldn't stand it. After being caught and then killed, nothing special happened again.

Zhao Jingtian's life has become extremely regular. During the day, he received Yan Yaoying's devilish physical training, and at night, he continued to secretly practice the blood-covering chapter of "Blood Taboos" in the dead of night.

As for the set of "Fire Cyclone Thirteen Kicks", Zhao Jingtian had to practice in his mind countless times every day until he was sure that it had been completely imprinted into his mind.

Three months, like the water in people's fingers, inadvertently leaked.

At this time, Zhao Jingtian was several centimeters taller, and he became stronger. On a healthy dark face, those eyes seem to become brighter.

Compared with those who become more numb because of training, Zhao Jingtian gives people a feeling of "living people".

This day is no different from usual.

The only difference is that Yan Yaoying did not let Zhao Jingtian carry out various physical fitness training.

Standing on a temporary wooden platform, Yan Yaoying glanced at the crowd condescendingly and nodded with satisfaction: "The survival of the fittest, the law of the jungle, this is the principle of the world! You can stand here now, which shows that you are better than those who died! From today on, there is no need for basic training. For the rest of the time, the only thing you have to do is to learn boxing!"