radicalducati Chapter 1181
Chapter 1181
"Bang!"
Just listen, at the moment when Huang Sanli punched out, the air was pierced by him, making a sound like thunder.
The strong wind blew above his fist, and it actually rolled up a vortex like a tornado, and the center of the eye of the wind was directly facing Tan Lang's fist.
"Not good!" Ye Xiao knew that his prediction was correct, Tan Lang had indeed fallen into Huang Sanli's trap.
But just when he was about to make a move, he suddenly caught the abnormal movement of Tan Lang's blood.
"Well! This kid actually prepared it?"
However, Ye Xiao still did not relax, because he saw that Tan Lang's upcoming move still had great risks.
"Boom!" Tan Lang and Huang Sanli's fists collided with each other, making a deafening sound like the roar of a cannon.
Immediately, Tan Lang "Da Da Da!" retreated again and again.
At this time, one of his fists had become bloody, and the whole arm was shaking uncontrollably, obviously suffering a serious injury.
But Huang Sanli was a little surprised. In his expectation, his full-strength attack would surely be like a mountain crushing an egg, and would blow up Tan Lang's entire fist!
Although Tan Lang's hand was also seriously injured at this time, it did not achieve the result he expected.
It seems that this little calf has not been messing around for nothing these years.
Huang Sanli did not have time to think too much. Even if Tan Lang used some secret method to prevent one of his hands from being completely disabled by himself, it was difficult for him to exert force at this time, and this was a good opportunity for him to take advantage of the opportunity to attack.
"Swish!" With a sound, Huang Sanli's figure suddenly rushed out, and in one step he stepped on Tan Lang's side.
His arms suddenly stretched out, like a beast's mouth opening and closing, and he was about to capture Tan Lang's injured arm to completely disable Tan Lang's entire arm.
Huang Sanli's attack was very smooth. He barely spent any effort and bit Tan Lang's injured arm.
At this time, Huang Sanli couldn't help but raise a cold smile at the corner of his mouth.
Then, he was about to remove Tan Lang's arm by biting.
"Little calf, I said, you are a piece of trash in front of me now. You should have died ten years ago. Now I will fulfill your wish and go to see your dead ghost master!" Huang Sanli said jokingly, his tone was extremely cold.
However, just when Huang Sanli thought he was about to succeed, he heard the urgent voice of the old man surnamed Mo.
"Be careful of his left arm!"
Left arm?
What?
Huang Sanli was stunned, but soon a black shadow was reflected in his pupils, and then he felt a force that made his whole body cold, rushing straight to his neck.
He knew that this was a hand knife attack by Tan Lang with all his strength.
Huang Sanli suddenly woke up. Tan Lang seemed to have been impulsive and fell into his trap just now, but it was not the case.
This little calf was using a trick to lure him close to him with an arm as bait.
He just wanted to cripple Tan Lang's arm with one move, but Tan Lang wanted to chop him to death with one palm!
After the panic, Huang Sanli dared not attack Tan Lang's arm again. He turned his feet and was about to retreat. However, he naturally dared not be unprepared for Tan Lang's powerful hand knife, so he withdrew one hand and stood it in front of his neck to block Tan Lang.
Huang Sanli was still very confident that he could block Tan Lang's attack. Tan Lang's skill was not as good as his. At this time, one of his fists was injured by his heavy blow, and his blood and qi were attenuated to a certain extent. How could he hurt him?
"Snap!" A sound like a blunt knife chopping on iron wood was heard.
Huang Sanli guessed correctly. Tan Lang's hand knife only made his arm numb, and did not cause any damage.
However, it turned out that Huang Sanli was too happy too early. Just when he relaxed a little, Tan Lang's wrist suddenly twisted, and his palm turned over, like a cow's tongue, and rolled around a muscle on Huang Sanli's arm.
Tan Lang's palm seemed as soft as paper, but it was full of sweeping and swallowing. Huang Sanli felt that his arm was like a tongue stretched out by a giant beast, trying to roll it into its mouth.
Even if he wanted to struggle and retract it at this time, it was useless.
"This is the cow tongue style in Bagua Palm!"
"I didn't expect that this boy could actually perform such a powerful palm skill." The old man surnamed Mo couldn't help but be slightly surprised.
In order to use the cow tongue style on the enemy, one must have the same or higher strength as the opponent, but this kid was obviously one level lower than Huang Sanli.Realm!
How did he do this?
Ye Xiao was naturally well aware of all this. Tan Lang, who used the Taoist Qi Gathering Technique, was not inferior to Huang Sanli in terms of strength, and Tan Lang also took advantage of Huang Sanli's carelessness, so he succeeded with one move.
This was also the reason why Ye Xiao did not rush to attack just now, because in his opinion, Tan Lang still had a high probability of turning the tide.
As for Tan Lang, after he slapped Huang Sanli's arm muscles with one palm, he immediately clasped his five fingers together, and his sharp nails, like Wolverine, instantly popped out, "Puff!", and sank into Huang Sanli's flesh.
Immediately afterwards, he pulled hard, "Chi La!", Tan Lang actually tore off a piece of Huang Sanli's muscle.
"Ah!" Huang Sanli couldn't help but wail in pain.
Taking advantage of Huang Sanli's pain, Tan Lang rushed forward like a brown bear, pushing mountains and pillars and charging towards Huang Sanli.
At this time, Huang Sanli had not yet recovered from the huge pain. Just when Tan Lang was about to succeed, the old man surnamed Mo suddenly shouted.
"Stop it!"
He knew that if Tan Lang succeeded, Huang Sanli's bones would be injured. Although it was not fatal, he would have to lie in bed for ten days or half a month, which would undoubtedly affect his mission in Xiangguo.
Moreover, he came out with Huang Sanli. Although the two of them were not very close, if he did not lend a hand at this time, how would Tianwumen view him?
After shouting, the old man surnamed Mo rushed towards the direction of Huang Sanli, and his figure flashed by like a flexible swift.
However, just when the old man surnamed Mo was about to put his hand on Huang Sanli's shoulder to pull the latter away, his eyelids suddenly jumped, and he felt a figure like a locomotive running straight towards him.
This momentum made him sweat profusely and his hair stand on end.
Who is it?
How could he put pressure on him?
What made the old man surnamed Mo even more incredible was that when the other party launched the attack, he didn't notice any clues.
The other party must have at least the strength of the middle stage of seeing the god to achieve this step!
In Nanyang, there are only a handful of such masters, and most of them are from Tianwumen. How could they suddenly attack him?