[Chapter 129]: Wheel Battle 2

There are mountains outside the mountain, and there are people outside.

There are countless capable and righteous people in the land of China. The arrogance and domineering of childhood has become a state of contemplation and knowing oneself and the enemy with the infinite blow of reality. Naturally, Tang Monk's arrogance and domineering has become forbearance and restraint. It's not that he doesn't have the kind of domineering spirit to fight against all forces, but that he just hides the domineering in his heart and doesn't sweep thousands of troops on the surface.

Seeing that the feminine man was going to take his place, the elegant man did not have any displeasure on his face, nor did he care about the reminder of his companion's life and death. It seemed that there was no feeling of harmony between several people. What's more, the elegant man felt that his partner was very likely to beat the young man to the ground. Big. The feminine man tied up his long hair with a leather band that he didn't know where to take out. A very strange smile appeared on the corners of his mouth, and his body moved forward weakly, without the shocking momentum of the rough man just now.

However, the attack is flowing, and the speed is overwhelming for Tang Monk. Although he can basically resist the opponent's attack, the exhausted playing style makes Tang Monk very uncomfortable. It seems that the other party is entangled around him like a snake, and it is difficult to get rid of it. That kind of stalking feeling made Tang Monk think that this person is a little gay.

Fast as lightning.

It's not an overdone to say that every inch of the body's skin seems to be glued to by the other party, but there is no way to pull it out of that scene. After resisting the continuous attack of the other party, Tang Monk finally found the flaw of the other party. Quickly change the offensive. Support the ground with one hand and get your feet off the ground. The domineering and powerful Tang's twelve-way bullet legs kicked the feminine man who had the upper hand several meters away.

"Tang's twelve-way bullet legs." The elegant man who had been admiring the **-like war beside him changed slightly, as if he had been stimulated by some kind. The twelve-way bullet legs of the Tang family, which had been disappearing for a long time, actually appeared at this time. The elegant man was very excited, and the instant shock also turned into the excitement at this time. It seemed that nothing could catch up with this kind of thing to make him happy. In the face of this young man who has always surprised him, the elegant man seems to smile happily.

"It's really exciting that the twelve-way bullet legs of the Tang family, which have disappeared for so many years, suddenly appeared." Looking at the elegant man who was kicked to the ground by the other party, there was a playful smile on the corners of his mouth.

"What? Do you want to try it too?" Tang Monk said in a very flat voice. Although he admitted that this elegant man who had always been quiet must not be a provoking master, the contempt for everything in his bones naturally could not lose to the other party in momentum.

"Then I'd like to ask you some advice." Elegant men take a step forward.

It's weird.

This is the feeling that this man gave to Tang Monk. It seems that there is something strange under that elegant face. It seems that only when the elegant man smiles can make people feel that this person is not the kind of gentle literati, but the kind of dangerous person who is a boxer in his bones.

There is no so-called salute to each other before the fight. Both of them seize the best opportunity to give each other a fatal blow. However, the fledgling Tang monk naturally does not have this experienced man to judge the situation. It also caused the Tang monk to fall into the wind at the beginning. The opponent's attack was fierce and domineering, which was better than the attack of the rough man. Moreover, the defense of the back road during the attack was watertight. The pace was matched with the boxing, which reached a kind of power to sweep thousands of troops, which made Tang Monk overwhelmed, but the defense was very difficult. Just as Tang Monk stopped, a very strange punch went straight to Tang Monk's original defense chest, and his fierce and domineering fist went straight to his chest. That strong punch pushed Tang Monk back several steps. He felt that his inner body was as uncomfortable as turning upside down, and a smell of blood surged up, but it made Tang Monkughly swallow the blood stain that meant that he had been defeated, covered his painful chest with one hand, and fell on his thigh with the other, and gasped.

Horrible.

This is a dangerous feeling that Tang Monk has never had before. Even if he once faced the thudster with a machete in his 100 hand, he did not feel the breath. It seems that this breath keeps spreading on the Tang monk. Tang Monk looked coldly at the elegant man who almost knocked himself to the ground with a punch, but the man still had an unchanging elegant face. This face was the kind of face that made a large number of girls in the school scream even in a certain university. The delicate hands can have such strong power.

"It won't work like this." The elegant man shook his head, as if he was very unhappy with such a result. Most of the excitement on his face also disappeared, and he seemed to feel very disappointing. This made Tang Monk feel angry for a while. It seems that something in my body has been trampled on. He slowly stepped back a few steps until his body touched the rusty iron door. He leaned his body on the iron door, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and smoked two sips. Perhaps it was because the other party's blow was too domineering. Tang Seng, who smoked two puffs of cigarettes, coughed a few times and coughed blood. I feel much better when I come out. Continue to smoke the cheap cigarettes. The originally decadent Tang Monk had a playful smile on the corners of his mouth. There is a kind of domineering spirit in his eyes.

"The show is over so soon." A very discordant voice came out, as if it had cut through the impasse. Sima, who appeared from somewhere, pulled Fan Xiaoxuan with one hand. His voice was accompanied by ridicule, and it was more excitement. He had been waiting for this ending. He thought that the gun in his hand could come in handy, but it seemed that it had basically become a forgone conclusion.

Fan Xiaoxuan looked at the man with tears in her eyes and a trace of blood on the corners of her mouth. She originally thought that the man did not love her. Fan Xiaoxuan, who was already frightened, was moved by the man's iron bones. She desperately got rid of the palm that bound her and rushed to the man who had exhausted most of her strength at this time. He hugged the man fiercely and kept asking him why he was so stupid. He knew that this was a cage set by others and had to drill in desperately. The man tried his best to put on a smiling face and said gently, "Because you are the woman I love, I will use my life to protect it."

The woman who had already burst into tears cried more unscrupulously.

Move, blame, guilt.

The combination of all emotional factors makes this woman who is already full of love more unable to hide her inner feelings and grasps each other tightly, as if she is afraid that this person will leave her again. The man squeezed out a smiling face to the woman again, revealing a pair of white teeth.

"Fool." A woman's voice is not complaining at all, but more like a catharsis of inner feelings.

"This kind of scene is really touching! Go on, I'm going to shoot a MV for you, which is a little gift from my opponent before you die. What should it be called? Oh. Yes, the mandarin duck before death. Sima's laughing voice filled the whole dilapidated factory.

With the help of the woman, Tang Monk stood up from the original state of relying on the iron gate, still covering the chest attacked by the other party with one hand. But the body doesn't have the kind of stumbling just now. Instead, he stood very straight, just like a poplar tree.

"Sima. That's what you think, I'm a mermaid. You think it's so easy for me, Monk Tang, to be knocked to the ground by you. If that's the case, you look down on me too much." Tang Monk smiled at the corners of his mouth and looked at the self-righteous Mr. Sima with laughter.

"Then I'll wait for you to turn over."

(Tip: It will explode tomorrow.. Don't be stingy with the tickets in your hand. The ticket was smashed. Collected!!)