In the alleys, under the moonlight and starlight, the empty road seemed very cold. In addition to the two twisted and deformed corpses and a pool of blood, Wang Le and Hong Burang were silently fighting the central reserve force, raising their fighting spirit and state to the peak. The innate power in the dantian flowed out continuously, pouring out large and large meridians and muscles under the clothes, and tightly tightly.

Sun Tzu's article on the Art of War and Military Competition: It is as fast as the wind, its slow as the forest, its invasion is as fire as fire, and it remains motionless as a mountain.

The way of war is also very suitable for personal martial arts killing, and Wang Le's fighting style has always adhered to this sentence as a principle, and he must kill his opponent in the shortest time.

"Zheng"

Wang Le waved his hand and the special military sting he held tightly flew out, inserted into the brick and stone wall next to him, and sank straight into the brick and stone only the handle left outside.

Then he saw Wang Le, who was as motionless as a mountain, kicked the ground with his feet as fast as the wind, and his whole body was filled with a vague shadow, and rushed towards Hong Burang, who was five meters away.

At the same time, a clear roar came from Wang Le's mouth, cutting through the lonely darkness and stirring up the murderous intent condensed in the air

Hong Burang, who was standing still, showed a ferocious look on his face without showing any weakness, and roared at Wang Le. At the same time, his legs bent slightly and his toes were on the ground. His tall and sturdy figure was like a swallow, and he faced Wang Le who was flying towards him without any hesitation.

In this long night where the roar and roar echoed and was stirred up, Wang Le, who was protected by the Vajra Glass, not only emitted colorful light, but also surrounded by endless aura, as if thousands of unjust souls who were harvested by him, and the momentum that followed was even more ferocious.

At this moment, if Hong Burang, who was facing him, was replaced by other ordinary people, he would have been scared to the ground under Wang Le's terrifying aura.

However, there has never been any if in this world

Wang Le faced Hong Burang, who was not weak at all, was so angry that he was like a tiger. He jumped up and met him in the air.

"Bang"

"boom"

The two men in the air did not touch the ground, leveraging each other's strength, and fists and feet kept colliding in the air, making dull and harsh sounds like iron pillars that collided, echoing between the world, making Xiao Yuanfang and Zhang Xinglong in the yard not far away frightened.

Especially Zhang Xinglong, who is a martial arts man, his face was already pale and his cold sweat broke out because he roared outside and the constant collision sounds made during the fight. You can imagine that the martial arts cultivation of these two people is far beyond his reach, and he can also guess the dangers.

"Even if Senior Brother Zhuang comes, he can only be cannon fodder." Zhang Xinglong thought to himself in his heart in surprise.

At this time, Zhang Xinglong couldn't help but look at Wang Le with admiration, and it was not an exaggeration to say that he was shocked, because he never expected that the other party was so hiding so deeply that his martial arts combat power was so strong that it was so strong.

Just when Zhang Xinglong's heart was ups and downs. On the road in the alley, Wang Le and Hong were not allowed to go back and forth in the offense and defense.

Finally, the two men, who were in the air, fists and feet were touching each other, retreating backwards with the force of the fist, and then landing on the ground.
Chapter completed!