Chapter 878

This long fist is commonly known as the telephone fist. It is a classic style of opening the posture and hitting a punch from back to front. In terms of concealment, it can be said to be non-existent. It is equivalent to telling the opponent before punching that I am going to hit you, and where I am hitting, so it is called a 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 belt that buckled the leather shield collapsed directly, and the whole person was beaten and flew backward—however, the shield was still in place, effectively playing the role of blocking—not only blocking Bai Lang, but better was blocking the route of the two knife hands.

So Bai Lang arched his body slightly, just like a tiger leaping out, one hand into a tiger claw, directly tearing out with this leaping momentum. This was the true meaning of the Tiger Form, melting the whole person's essence, Qi, and spirit into one, just like a fierce tiger slapping and tearing.

That professional boxer with 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 professional knife hands in this place could also be considered to have abundant martial virtue, all of them were ruthless people.

It was also, the living conditions were difficult, how could he not be ruthless if he wanted to make a head?

This knife, due to the length of the knife body plus the length of the arm, was a bit longer than Bai Lang's arm. According to the relative speed, it should be that he stabbed into Bai Lang's body with one knife first, and then Bai Lang didn't know what kind of appearance he would beat him into with one claw. It should have been like this, but Bai Lang's tiger claw turned into a palm, and directly slapped it. The palm power contained a thousand catties, directly making the guy's arm swing outward in the sound of bone fracture—at the same time, it was also bloody, and the tiger claw scratched across the arm, bringing out four deep blood grooves, the skin and flesh were completely turned over, and it was deep to the bone.

The twisted appearance, this arm was completely scrapped. I'm afraid that even the best orthopedist couldn't save this arm—because it was also bloody, and the tiger claw scratched across the arm, bringing out four deep blood grooves, the skin and flesh were completely turned over, and it was 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 directly with his left fist. This collapsing fist hit the chest 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 sunken, and the bones inside should be a mud with the lungs and heart, hitting the wall behind, and it was obvious that he couldn't live.

Then Bai Lang's body used the reaction force of this punch to directly change direction and circled an arc to pounce on the other knife guest. This time, he simply turned sideways and kicked out a side kick with the posture of a pounce. Of course, the knife guest on that side saw it as if a man-eating tiger pounced and killed his companion, and then a tiger roar, and then it was like a steel whip whipping toward him.

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 shattered his neck and the lower part of his head. Similarly, the power went straight through the flesh, the front was sunken, and the broken bones and the like directly exploded the skin and flesh and sprayed out.

The guy holding the shield just sat on his butt, not expecting that the two companions were all dead. He hadn't decided what he should do, and a claw had already buckled his face. "Don't scream, you still have five seconds to say who sent you, and 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, just like a tiger's claw, which could scratch cement boards. I'm afraid that a human head was dangerous. This person's brain turned super fast, so he immediately explained the situation with 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 was not a joke, but he couldn't die. These three came together, some died and some lived, it seemed that 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 didn't happen in Bangkok and Chiang Mai, and the death of two brothers on the road didn't count for anything. Bai Lang carried his package and approached the place of handover by local tricycle.

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

No sooner said than done, 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 directly with a crash. There were anti-theft windows on this window, but together with the wall here, it was knocked down, and this anti-theft window was naturally useless.

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

This is the opportunity.

The curled body suddenly grew longer, really similar to a feline. After this long body, Bai Lang had already approached the guy holding the gun. The tiger claw took advantage of the situation and tore down. Even without screaming, this person was directly scratched by the face and neck, together with the front of the body's chest, etc. The parts inside fell to the ground with a crash, and he knelt on the ground and died without a sound—the torn neck here, blood sprayed directly to the ceiling.

Even the Tiger Form in Xingyi is not so fierce, and the Tiger-Crane Double Form is even worse. Bai Lang's this is fundamentally the Tiger Form True Meaning under the blessing of internal force. A real tiger is just like this. After pouncing and killing one person, Bai Lang pounced directly on the three people on the sofa who were frightened and stunned. With a horizontal sweep of the hand knife and fast beating of the iron fist, he wanted the lives of three people in the blink of an eye. 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.