Chapter 117

Taking the hotel room as the battlefield for fighting is definitely at a disadvantage for Gaoge. After all, he is also proficient in ghost tracking, but there is no way to display it in this place. The fart point is located here, which is a limiting condition.

Compared with singing, silence has some advantages. He was good at boxing and his moves were just fierce. He is somewhat similar to Chu Jie who had fought with singing in the martial arts field before, but he uses weapons and doesn't use them.

Singing makes you wonder if they are classmates.

"Eh?" Seeing Gao Ge suddenly changed his mind, his boxing was no longer a single thunder fist, but a combination of hardness and softness. After a moment of silence, Gao Ge hit him with a punch, and his body retreated again and again. Even if he stood firm, he could not help but change his face.

"What kind of fist is this?"

Singing and laughing, he didn't speak and rushed to silence again.

The reality is not a TV play, and singing won't foolishly reveal your moves. Although even if you say it, it won't be a big deal, but what if silence happens to know the way to crack Taijiquan?

Therefore, it's not worth saying your moves just to pretend to be forced.

The subtlety of Taijiquan lies in the two words, hard and soft.

This is originally in two extreme ways, but Taijiquan can combine these two forces.

When I was learning Taijiquan, I sang loudly and peeped into the subtleties. I had to sigh that the person who created this boxing is really a God and man.

At the beginning of boxing, it is like the sky falling apart, like Mount Tai pressing the top, like a violent storm.

When the fist is soft, it is like a long stream of water, like a continuous rain, moistening things silently.

It's not enough to give full play to the power of Taijiquan with the strength of singing now, but with the power of stars in the body, we still have a certain confidence to deal with the silence in front of us.

Fist to fist, singing and silence stand together, fast and slow.

This is not the rhythm that silence wants, but in the face of the singing of Taijiquan, silence can't find any solution for a time, so she has been led by the nose by the other party.

Looking at the singing silence, you come and go. Mo ran, who pondered for a moment, finally couldn't help opening his mouth.

He put his chin on Wang Zhe: "I said, I'll be a spectator. Why do you sit there?"

Wang Zhe snorted coldly, "it's none of your business!"

He is a sensible man. He knows that he can't get rid of the result of flying back at this time. In that case, he might as well stand in place and wait for silence and singing to distinguish the victory and defeat. If he is lucky, singing will be put under the silent iron fist. If he is lucky, singing will win silence, but he will end up hurting the enemy a thousand and losing eight hundred. At that time, If you rush to mend the knife yourself, there will be no problem.

If you're very unlucky and don't have any trouble after singing and killing silence, should it work to kneel on the ground and call dad?

He had made a plan in his heart, and he looked light.

Silent Yu Guang glimpsed that he was about to be angry and cry. While dealing with the high song that can't be thrown away like a maggot of the tarsal bone, he shouted at the same time: "Wang Zhe, you fool! Now Mo Ran is in front of you. Why don't you kill him?"

Hearing this sentence, Wang Zhe suddenly excited his soul, reacted in an instant, and looked at Mo Ran's fierce eyes.

"They are both very good, but if you say so, to be honest, you can't beat me." Mo ran said very bluntly.

Wang Zhe sneered, "you have to try to know."

With these words, he rushed towards Mo ran.

Mo Ran's long sword came out of its scabbard. The sword light flashed and set off a sword wind, which lifted Wang Zhe out.

"I said, you can't beat me." Mo ran said with a cold face, "it seems that you are not a good man, so you have to die."

Wang Zhe was sweating.

Mo Ran's murderous spirit has brought him great psychological pressure.

"Rub, rub"

Mo Ran Ran ran forward a few steps and the long sword fell in his hand.

Wang Zhe hurriedly moved back, which narrowly avoided a sword.

Mo ran shouted angrily, lifted his sword again and killed Wang Zhe.

Wang Zhe wanted to escape, but the space was too small. He unknowingly ran behind Gao Ge.

Singing was like a pair of eyes on the back of the head. He kicked Wang Zhe's back directly.

Wang Zhe uttered a scream and rushed forward. It happened that Mo Ran's sword fell and crossed Wang Zhe's body.

Blood surged wildly, but there was no blood on the shining blade.

Still bright as a mirror.

The smell of blood spread rapidly.

Wang Zhe's face suddenly turned pale, and blood spilled from the corners of his mouth. He looked viscous. There was not much fear in his eyes, because he had been completely filled with despair. He knew that he could not live under such circumstances.

Mo ran pulled out his sword without expression. It's not the first time he killed. He can be calm and calm.

Turned his face and looked at the silence that had fallen into a crazy state. Mo ran frowned and fell into a state of thinking.

As for what he was thinking at this time, he didn't know and didn't have the energy to guess.

Probably stimulated by Wang Zhe's death, silence became extremely fierce. It was like eating Dali pill. He began to chase after singing and beating hard, and adopted a deadly way.

Singing, frowning, dealing with silence, looking for opportunities to kill with one blow.

Wang Zhe is dead.

This makes singing a lot easier.

Although Wang Zhe's strength doesn't deserve to be seen by him, Wang Zhe is his enemy after all. Standing there, no one knows when he will rush up to find his own trouble. Therefore, while dealing with silence, he must always be on guard against Wang Zhe around him.

instant.

The singing fist and the silent fist were firmly smashed together.

The two stepped back together.

"I really underestimated you before." Silent and gloomy face, "your strength is really good."

Singing without talking, the brain is running fast.

Suddenly, silence, like a feather arrow, rushed up in a very fast way. When the fist was smashed out, he sang and dealt with it quickly. Unexpectedly, silence suddenly changed his move, his fist spread out quickly, and a short dagger flew out of his sleeve, which just landed in the palm of his hand.

Facing the silent change, singing was unprepared, which surprised him.

From the silent face, singing saw a ferocious color.

Obviously, the other party has been preparing for a long time, just to catch himself unprepared.

Anyone would get caught at this time.

It's a good idea to sing.

Silence calls this move hiding flowers in the sleeve. Although it's a bit of work, but

Dozens of enemies have died in this move.

Killing is like this. There are not so many aboveboard, but who can be more clever and unexpected!