Chapter 1483

Zhuoyang's face suddenly changed and he jumped over.

Gattuso and Perry bunahu stood up for ten seconds, then suddenly handed in their hands, but Zhuoyang was shocked.

The eighth master didn't make a move. It was bunahu who first launched the attack, but it was only a tentative left jab, which was extremely common. However, the eighth master did not shrink his neck and head to dodge, and he did not take the opportunity to bend and bully himself to fight back. Bunahu's bayonet hit him directly on the double fists that protected his face. The eighth master's fist was broken and the door opened.

Bunahu responded quickly, followed by two left and right fists. Crisscross hit the eighth master's cheek with great force. Gattuso's head was completely unprotected. After being hit hard, his arms suddenly softened, and his eyes immediately relaxed.

Zhuoyang is shocked! For a moment he seemed to understand everything.

Gattuso, like drunk, stumbled back two steps and was caught by the wall of the passage. Although he still wanted to struggle, he could not help falling down the wall. Bunashu, a poor bandit, chased after him. He raised his fist and would continue to attack Gattuso, who was unable to resist.

Zhuoyang was horrified and shouted angrily, "dare you!" In a hurry, I can't think about flying and I will jump up. Bunahu turned back in an emergency. After stepping, he hit Zhuoyang's face with his right hand.

Zhuoyang raised his arm to block the body. He let the swift fist pass with the wind. At the same time, he jerked his right leg like a copper whip to the outside of bunahu's left knee joint.

The thunderbolt low whip leg, bunahu can not help but eat the pain also kick soft his left leg. At the moment when he collapsed, Zhuoyang's attack came one after another. The left palm hit hard, the right elbow hit hard, hit two times in succession on both temples of bunahu, followed by the left leg knee hit, is the top in the chest of bunahu.

The old man was shot out with blood.

He was also very resistant to beating. Instead of falling down, bunahu stood up straight with his teeth clenched and raised his fist tenaciously to fight Zhuoyang who came to him.

In order to prepare for the end of the war with Jia Baye, although there is no Baye's information, Zhuoyang has carried out special training for the boxer's attack and defense weaknesses, daily. I didn't think I had a competition with Gattuso. I used it on the old man today.

Because of professional characteristics, boxer's footwall defense is very weak, almost unable to resist the other side's low whip leg attack. When a boxer's feet are restrained, his fist will be confused and his power will be greatly reduced. Wrestling is also an assassin's mace against boxers, and ground skill is the death of boxers.

All the fighters' fighting power is in that pair of horrible fists, and the technique industry has a specialty. However, don't think that you can defeat boxers if you know their weaknesses. You must have a clear idea of what you are. All the weaknesses are aimed at experts, and are not for ordinary people to bully.

In another ferocious kick with low whip leg on the left side, Zhuoyang grabbed the soft fist that bunahu barely handed over, hit his right fist under his armpit, then grabbed bunahu's arm and swung it over his shoulder.

"Bang!" Even though he was heavily dressed in winter, bunahu was still unknown to his six parents. Even though the ground of the passage was clean, it was still dusty.

Bonaxiu is not so weak. If we only talk about fist, Zhuoyang is not necessarily his opponent. But just now, he easily knocked down Gattuso, which made Buna xiuxin despise the enemy. What's more, Zhuoyang's targeted practice during this period was effective.

Step on bunahu's right hand, squat down and press bunahu's abdomen with his left knee to prevent him from struggling. Zhuoyang develops his best Kung Fu, big ear post.

"Pa! PA! PA! "

"I'll make you look old."

He waved his left fist and said, "pa! PA! PA! "

"I make you choke!"

Then he waved his left fist, which was even more pitiful! PA! PA! "

"I want you to hit me!"

Bunahu was drawn into confusion, completely unable to resist, he was Zhuoyang crush beat. But Zhuoyang didn't plan to end like this. He grabbed the neckline and lifted bunahu half. He slipped behind him and sat down against the wall. His two small arms clamped bunahu's neck back and forth. His right hand came back from the front and grabbed the elbow of his left arm.

Lock the naked twist of sitting posture!

"I'll strangle you old man!" The hand didn't use the death force, but the threat on the mouth was overwhelming.

"Don't think I dare not fight in my fifties. I've fought for more than 80 years, and I'm not one or two." It's bragging, of course. It's fake.

Bunahu panicked. He couldn't shake Zhuoyang's strong arm at all. He believed Zhuoyang was going to kill him. Bunahu counseled under the threat of death.

“…… Rao Rao Rao Life! " There was a faint whine in bunahue's voice, like a dying hen.

"Now you know to beg for mercy? Now that you know what to do with people you shouldn't do? "

"Know Tao Now... "

"Let me let you go, but if you dare to tell today's story, I will kill you in the end of the world." Zhuoyang suddenly became gloomy: "have you heard clearly?"

"Qing Chu Now Rao Life... "Zhuoyang loosed his grip on bunahu's legs, then loosened his arms, threw him aside with consistent strength, and then stood up and looked at him in a solemn way.

Bunahue was lying on the ground, breathing and coughing so hard that the ground was bloodstained. After I finally managed to stand up, my legs were still shaking. "I promise not, not at all. I fell on my own. No one hit me. "

"You haven't been here."

"Yes, I haven't been, haven't been..."

"Go away!"

"Yes, I'll get out now..."

Bunahu walked slowly with a limp supporting the wall, and the hobbled figure disappeared at the turning of A9 passage. Zhuoyang never dealt with him or saw him again.

The passage was quiet again. Eight Ye Gattuso sat on the ground and leaned against the wall. He looked at Zhuoyang stupidly. Just at this time, from above came roaring cheers, tens of thousands of people shouted "PIPO, PIPO", presumably nine Ye scored again. Two people listened for a while on the court boiling, they both like nine Ye goal.

Gattuso's mouth was bleeding. Zhuoyang wanted to wipe him. He felt his team's down padded pocket, which was empty. Zhuoyang went to the eighth master and sat down next to him, like him, against the wall.

"Eight ye, are you ok?"

Gattuso lowered his head, then raised his head and laughed. The laughter was full of desolation and pain, and tears flowed from his face.

Zhuoyang didn't care about him. He leaned against the wall and let Gattuso laugh and cry. At this moment, he didn't want to laugh at Gattuso at all, he didn't feel funny at all, only a light sadness haunted him. Not only for Gattuso sad, but also for the stubborn men and life is not easy and sad.

Gattuso wiped away his tears. Sitting on the ground, he was no longer a lion, but a little man who had all the halos removed. He rubbed the blood on the corners of his mouth with his hand, looked at it, rolled his sleeve and wiped it clean.

Eight Ye spoke, the voice is like the temple bell in the mist of the early morning in Shuixiang, the breath is thick and the voice is very ethereal.

"I can't fight at all, not at all."