Chapter 459

The right hand subconsciously touched his face, but it felt different from the past. St. Michael could no longer touch his big nose, nor his chin.

An elegant Lord, in a moment, became an ugly eight strange.

Compared with the physical pain, this huge psychological gap makes St. Michael more indignant.

"My face! My face St. Michael was devastated and howled in pain. An extremely repressive anger was brewing in his body, and he was about to run away.

Yuan Lin, on the other hand, looked at St. Michael with an alert look on his face. His body arched up, and the hair on the back of his neck stood up, including his hair.

At the moment, Yuan Lin and a cat are preparing to fight to the death with Saint Michael.

Just did not wait for his momentum to brew to the top, suddenly heard a strange whistling Weng move.

Then Wang Yong, who was suppressed by St. Michael's heart, came to life.

As soon as Wang Yong woke up, he immediately launched the war, and the king's intention was to put it into practice.

He looked at St. Michael with a sneer in his eyes. The eyes seemed to say: "don't you always want to see the king's heart? Now it's enough for you. "

Boom!

Just like a super engine, Wang Yong's whole blood boils up in an instant, pushing the violent power to every corner of his body.

Wang Yong's body slightly curled up, then bounced up, and his right arm was like a big gun pole, which shot out in an instant.

There was a loud explosion in the air, as if something had exploded. Then Wang Yong's fist pierced the void and reached Saint Michael.

St. Michael's face changed, but he didn't care about his appearance. To be in a hurry is to make a Brazilian jujitsu like gesture, to wrap around Wang Yong's fist and dissolve it.

It's not as simple as you think. Many people naively think that softness must overcome hardness. As long as the opponent just hit hard, the soft strength can be resolved.

This is a mistake.

As the saying goes, iron must be hard before it is struck. Even Taijiquan, which is the best at overcoming rigidity with softness, does not always stress softness and strength. It needs to have its own strength.

Just like a steel ball, it can bear the weight of a thousand jin and rotate; If you replace it with a soybean, it will be crushed as soon as the weight goes up; A body that has not practiced internal skill is like iron. After practicing internal skill, it becomes steel.

Chen Xiaowang, the great master of Taiji, once said: first of all, one's own skills are stable, and then one can dissolve the other's strength. So, if you are a vain person, how can you make a big difference? And the premise of four or two is that one's listening ability is very keen, and one's transforming ability is very good. Ordinary people can't do it without professional internal and external Kungfu training. It's OK to cheat laymen. They can't bear to meet martial artists who have also practiced Taiji. No matter Chen, Heshi, Yang, sun, all schools of Taijiquan have internal and external skills. It's definitely not just soft but hard.

Saint Michael's innocence is here. He didn't follow the traditional way, but practiced his mind and spirit first and then his fists and feet. I don't understand these skills in Kung Fu. He may have used jujitsu to break the strength of ordinary experts before, so he thinks he can crack Wang Yong's power.

But he did not know that in front of Wang Yong's fist, his soft strength could only be regarded as a small soybean. But Wang Yong's violent power is a big steel ball, which can crush the soybean in an instant.

As soon as he came into contact with Wang Yong's fist, St. Michael immediately felt a thump in his heart and knew that it was not good.

He also realized that his soft strength could not remove Wang Yong's power and wanted to withdraw his change.

But how can Wang Yong make him happy?

What Wang Yong used was not a simple straight fist, but a fist containing multiple strength. It's the same smash as the last one that killed Abraham.

At that time, with a flash of inspiration, Wang Yong used an earth shattering fist, which perfectly combined all the strength and energy to kill Abraham.

Wang Yong knew at that time that it would be difficult to fight that kind of blow again in his life.

However, as like as two peas, they can not play the castrated edition.

Against St. Michael, the four punch is enough.

"What's the situation?" When St. Michael changed his moves, he found that his arm was stuck by a force, and he couldn't pull it out for a while.

Wang yongmingming is just a simple bombardment. How can there be more strength on his fist?

What the hell?

It's a pity that Wang Yong won't tell St. Michael what the hell it is, and he has no time to think about it.

Wang Yong banged his fist on St. Michael's arm and broke his bony knot in an instant.

Saint Michael screamed, the whole right arm with the broken lotus root, one by one dropped down, powerless hanging in the air.

Most of the joints are all comminuted fractures, even if they can be connected well, it is difficult to practice boxing again in the future.

St. Michael's eyes were horrified. Now he finally knew what the king of war wanted to do.

The price is a whole arm.

Brush, St. Michael turns and runs. If you don't run at this time, do you want to stay in the same place and be blasted by Wang Yong?

There is a Yuan Lin who will not be suppressed by the soul, plus a violent Wang Yong who launched the king's mind.

There's no chance that St. Michael will survive!

"Morgan! housekeeper! Stop them Saint Michael yelled at the door. If you want the housekeeper and Morgan to be cannon fodder, you can stop Wang Yong for a moment.

The housekeeper is very good, and he is very loyal to St. Michael. But not Morgan.

As soon as Morgan saw that the situation was not good, his first reaction was the same as that of St. Michael. He also turned around and ran.

As the first agent of the CIA, his ability to observe and act according to circumstances is better than anyone else's.

"Asshole!" A curse from St. Michael's heart.

The pent up anger burst out in an instant.

He can't beat Wang Yong. Can't he beat a Morgan? Since you want to run, you will not be satisfied!

"The sacrifice of the blood night, the fear of the dead, the rebirth of the great evil god! Enjoy your sacrifice St. Michael read it all of a sudden.

Inside the dungeon, there was a gust of wind, forming a vortex, all of which directed at Morgan.

The environment of Dungeon itself is gloomy and terrifying. Why does St. Michael use evil curse from beginning to end? Just to fit in with the environment of the dungeon.

In this way, his mind can be suppressed to achieve the maximum effect. This point has something in common with the Chinese geomantic omen theory, which emphasizes the impact of the environment on human beings.

As soon as Morgan felt the wind behind him, he was shocked and knew that he had been plotted.

"Damn, your family has eight generations of ancestors!" Morgan angrily scolded St. Michael's family.

What's the use of just swearing? He doesn't have the ability of St. Michael's mind suppression, and swearing can make people imagine.

In a flash, Morgan was dead. But it was influenced by the spirit of St. Michael and had hallucinations.

St. Michael sneered in his heart. As soon as he stretched out his hand, he would throw Morgan back as a human shell to stop Wang Yong.

But he underestimated the strength of Wang Yong and Yuan Lin after all.

Although the housekeeper was loyal, he rushed to stop Wang Yong at the first time.

However, his strength is too poor. He is not Wang Yong's opponent, but he meets Wang Yong in a violent state.

Just after a fight, he flew backward like a broken kite, spewing a long river of blood in the air, flying more than ten meters.

Before landing, the whole sternum had collapsed, all the five internal organs were broken, and they died.

It can be said that the housekeeper did not play any role except for his life. He didn't even stop Wang Yong.

Saint Michael secretly scolded in his heart, and he wanted to speed up his escape, but he didn't care to pull Morgan as his back.

It's just that his physical quality is still not good, and Wang Yong catches up with him after half a step.

As soon as Wang Yong mentioned it with one hand, Saint Michael was pinched by Wang Yong.

Just like shaking a snake, Wang Yong's arm trembled and sent out a burst of high-speed frequency. Saint Michael only felt that his body started from his neck and went down along his spine, which was as painful as electricity.

In an instant, the whole body was weak and lost strength.

Wang Yong snorted coldly, but he was not ready to kill St. Michael.

After all, Saint Michael is a lord and has great influence in Britain. If Wang Yong kills him, it will cause great trouble.

It's safer to save St. Michael's life just to kill him.

"Yuan Lin, catch Morgan." Wang Yong told Yuan Lin the truth.

Morgan, influenced by St. Michael's mental repression, seems to have not yet come to his senses.

Just can complete the agreement with Guoan, will live Morgan to Guoan.

In response, Yuan Lin just wanted to do something to pinch Morgan's back neck.

At this time, Morgan, who had been motionless, suddenly moved. His hands were wrong, and a deep smile came out of his throat. Then the whole man ran out.

When he ran out, Wang Yong saw what Morgan was throwing out of his hand.

It's two mini high explosive *!

It's not big. It's the size of a pigeon egg. But the power is great, in the moment of explosion can produce a strong shock wave, the surrounding objects will become its shrapnel, so as to achieve the killing effect.

The dungeon space is extremely narrow, which is the best place for this kind of thing to play its performance.

As soon as Wang Yong's face changed, he called out: "run!"

Yuan Lin didn't know *, but he could feel the danger of this thing and ran out without saying a word.

Wang Yong also wanted to run out before the * explosion, but before he made any move, he suddenly realized that he had forgotten something.

Hu Li'er is still in the dungeon!

This kind of explosion, let alone Hu Li'er, is within the explosion range. Even if not, just splashing debris can kill her!

There was no time to think about it. Wang Yong threw St. Michael on the two high explosive weapons and rushed to the dungeon.

Saint Michael is used as a meat mat by Wang Yong.

And St. Michael's eyes were so full of fear that his whole face was deformed.

He didn't want to die. He was more afraid of death than anyone else.

But his whole body strength was shaken by Wang Yong, where can resist to evade?

I can only watch myself pounce on the two * and wrap them in my body.

Boom!

The sound of the sky shaking starts and * bursts in an instant. St. Michael was the first to bear the brunt. He broke into a pile of flesh and blood without even making a scream.

Wang Yong, who didn't want to kill St. Michael all the time, had no choice but to take St. Michael as his back and kill a Lord by mistake.