Chapter 830

This long fist is commonly known as the telephone fist. It is a classical style of opening the frame and punching out from back to front. In terms of concealment, it is non-existent. It is equivalent to telling the opponent that I am going to hit you before punching, and where I am hitting, so it is called the telephone fist. Under normal circumstances, in modern professional fighting, it basically can't hit people, but now someone is holding a shield and moving forward...

This punch hit the cowhide shield. The power used was the power of vibration. With one punch, the guy holding the shield felt his hands numb and wooden. The cowhide strap that buckled the leather shield broke directly, and the whole person was beaten and flew backward—however, the shield was still in place, which very effectively played the role of blocking—not only blocking Bai Lang, but better was blocking the route of the two knife holders.

So Bai Lang arched his body slightly, as if a tiger leaped out, one hand into a tiger claw, and directly tore out with this pounce. This was the Tiger Form True Meaning, melting the whole person's essence, Qi, and spirit into one, as if a fierce tiger was using its claws to slap and tear.

That professional boxer who used a knife was unlucky. The terrain made him have to face Bai Lang alone in this pounce. After all, he was a professional player. Even if a tiger pounced in front of him, his instinct still allowed him to raise his knife and stab, adopting the method of perishing together—the underground knife holders in this place could also be considered to have abundant martial virtue, all of them were ruthless people.

That's right, living conditions are hard, how can you not be ruthless if you want to mix out?

This knife, due to the length of the knife body plus the length of the arm, was a little longer than Bai Lang's arm. According to the relative speed, he should stab Bai Lang's body with one knife first, and then Bai Lang's claw would not know what it would hit him into. It should have been like this, but Bai Lang's tiger claw turned into a palm, and directly slapped it. The force contained in the palm was thousands of pounds, and it directly swung the guy's arm to the outside in the sound of bone fracture.

The twisted appearance, this arm looked completely scrapped. I'm afraid that even the best orthopedist couldn't save this arm—because it was also bloody and blurred at the same time, and the tiger claw scratched across the arm, bringing out four deep blood grooves, the skin and flesh were completely turned over, deep to the bone.

And the next moment, Bai Lang accelerated again, and the Lightness Skill of Grass Flying was fully displayed. One step had already grabbed into the middle palace of this knife guest, and then he punched out with his left fist. This collapsing punch hit the chest cavity of the knife guest in front of him, and one punch blew this person away. While this knife guest flew out, he sprayed blood and fragments of internal organs from his mouth. The chest cavity had completely collapsed, and the bones inside should be a mud with the lungs and heart. Hitting the wall behind, it was obvious that he couldn't live.

Subsequently, using the recoil force of this punch, Bai Lang directly changed direction, circled in an arc, and pounced toward the other swordsman. This time, he simply turned his body and, using the posture of his pounce, kicked out with a side kick. Of course, to that swordsman over there, it looked as if a tiger had pounced and killed his companion with a tiger's roar, and then its tail had lashed out at him like a steel whip.

He couldn't dodge, because what he saw was a man-eating tiger. That kind of momentum directly made his movements slow by half a beat, and Bai Lang's legs were longer than his hands, so this side kick directly kicked his neck and the lower part of his head, and the power also penetrated the flesh, the front was sunken and the back broken bones and the like directly exploded the skin and flesh and sprayed out.

That guy holding the shield just sat on his butt, not expecting that the two companions were already dead. He hadn't decided what he should do, and a claw had already hooked his face. "Don't scream, you still have five seconds to say who sent you, and then where you go to hand over the task after completing the task."

Bai Lang's hand retracted slightly, and the other party immediately felt the pressure. That was really tiger claw kung fu, which could crack cement boards just like a tiger's claw. I'm afraid this human head was dangerous. This person's brain turned super fast, so he immediately explained the situation at the fastest speed, and then begged for mercy. "I guessed it was like this. Since you are so cooperative... then please faint, I won't kill you hahahaha."

Bai Lang's palm vibrated slightly, and this person fell to the ground like mud, still vomiting in his mouth—concussion is no joke, but he won't die. These three came together, some died and some lived, it seems it was purely luck. Bai Lang cleaned up, naturally ran away at the first time, and as for the aftermath, leave it to the local police.

In China, this should be a big case, but in Thailand—it's not happening in Bangkok and Chiang Mai, and killing two brothers on the road doesn't count as anything. Bai Lang carried his package, naturally took a local tricycle and approached the place of handing over the task that the lucky one said.

In order to avoid trouble and by the way deter that bunch of idiots, Bai Lang decided to kill the leader in charge of this matter. At a street away from the target, he got off the car and walked around the place. "Can't drag time. At night, you can say that the other party definitely knows that something went wrong—I guess the local police have their people. It's better to be simple, climb in from the back and kill them."

Do it as soon as he thinks of it. Bai Lang went directly to the back, put his hand on it and arrived at the third floor. The Internal Force was everywhere, his whole body's muscles tightened, and he crashed into it from the window with a crash. There was an anti-theft window on this window, but it crashed together with the wall here, and this anti-theft window was naturally useless.

Bai Lang had already identified how many people were in this room by ear when he came up. So now there were a few people in the room, he knew it in his heart. He pounced in, and first curled his body into a ball to reduce the area—these people were very likely to hold weapons such as pistols. There were six people in the room, one sitting on a chair, three on the sofa, two standing, and when the window and wall were crashed with a crash, only one person took out a pistol, and the others were stunned.

This is the opportunity.

The curled body suddenly grew long, really like a cat family. After this long body, Bai Lang had already approached the guy holding the gun. The tiger claw followed the trend and tore down. There was not even a scream. This person was directly torn open by the face and neck, together with the front chest cavity of the body, and the parts inside fell to the ground with a crash. He knelt on the ground and died without a sound—the torn neck here, blood sprayed directly onto the ceiling.

Even the Tiger Form in Xingyi was not so fierce, let alone the Tiger Crane Double Form. This Bai Lang's was simply the Tiger Form True Meaning under the blessing of Internal Force. A real tiger was just like this. And after pouncing and killing one person, Bai Lang pounced directly on the three people on the sofa who were scared stupid. Hand knives swept horizontally plus iron fists beating fast, just in the blink of an eye, he wanted the lives of three people. And at this time, the last person standing took out a gun, and the guy on the chair simply slid under the chair and shivered.