69novels Chapter 1138
Chapter 1138
"Ah!" Qiao Luo roared, trying to dispel the discomfort brought to him by Tan Lang in this way.
At the same time as the roar, Qiao Luo moved.
He stepped forward in a dragon-shaped stride, and every step he took on the ground cracked the thick floor tiles.
For a moment, the entire martial arts field area trembled, as if there was really a dragon rolling.
When he came to two steps in front of Tan Lang, Qiao Luo stepped forward and suddenly punched out. At this time, his entire arm was as tight as a bowstring, bringing up a potential energy that could destroy everything.
When Qiao Luo threw this punch, it felt as if there was a thousand-jin bronze bell in front of him, and he would be knocked over by his punch.
However, when Qiao Luo came up, he punched with all his strength. Tan Lang did not choose to avoid his edge, but punched head-on and collided with Qiao Luo.
Tan Lang's footsteps slightly opened, his Qi sank into his Dantian, and at the same time, he pushed his shoulders with his waist and elbows with his shoulders. "Pah!" He punched through the air, like an intercepting missile, and hit Qiao Luo's punch straight up.
"Tsk tsk, this kid from Wu Ji Hui really doesn't know how to live or die! He dares to fight Brother Qiao Luo head-on, I don't think he wants his arm anymore!"
Ma Lebi said jokingly, he had witnessed Qiao Luo's punching power.
At the beginning, there was a boxer from Xiangguo who claimed to have killed a mad bull with one punch. He came to Tianwumen in Cotton Country to challenge him. Qiao Luo also punched the boxer from Xiangguo at that time, and directly broke the latter's bones.
Even Ouyang Jiannan said that Qiao Luo's punch was 50% of his full strength. You know, Ouyang Jiannan is a grandmaster! To get such an evaluation, it can be seen how strong Qiao Luo's punching power is.
"Haha, it seems that this kid is also a country bumpkin who doesn't know how high the sky is and how deep the earth is! After a punch, he probably won't be able to lift his arm in this life." Ouyang Feiying also sneered and agreed.
In his opinion, if Tan Lang avoids a head-on confrontation with Qiao Luo, Qiao Luo may need to spend more effort to deal with Tan Lang, but Tan Lang is so ignorant of life and death, the winner will definitely be decided soon.
Zhang Yuge also frowned at this time, somewhat pessimistic about Tan Lang. Although Qiao Luo's realm is equivalent to Tan Lang, his actual combat power is higher than Tan Lang!
Fighting hard is really a bad idea.
Ye Xiao did not make a conclusion so early. Although Tan Lang's strength may not be as good as Qiao Luo's, martial arts fighting is not only about strength, but also about momentum.
He can see that before the fight, Tan Lang's momentum has already gained the upper hand. If he loses his energy and lets Qiao Luo reverse the momentum, the situation may be even more unfavorable for Tan Lang.
"Bang!" A deafening sound came, and Tan Lang, who was not as strong as Tan Lang, stepped back seven or eight steps after a punch, and then stabilized his body again.
During the process of retreating, his body shook in a very regular rhythm, just like an extremely elastic iron rod.
Ye Xiao knew that Tan Lang was transmitting the force on his arm to the ground through his body joints, so as to minimize the injury.
He saw footprints several inches deep on the ground where Tan Lang stepped, and the footprints became shallower as they went further, indicating that Tan Lang had completed the force release.
Qiao Luo, on the other hand, was obviously more resistant to blows than Tan Lang. He only stepped back three or four steps and then stood firm.
As soon as Qiao Luo's posture stabilized, he immediately took a big step forward, but this time he did not choose to use his fists to attack Tan Lang.
Instead, when he was five steps away from Tan Lang, he leaped up, like a large bullfrog, leaping four or five meters.
Immediately afterwards, Qiao Luo "swish!" and kicked out, taking Tan Lang's head directly.
Although Qiao Luo's jumping kick was not difficult, due to his height and strength, the pressure it brought to people was like a mountain pressing down on the top of the head and dark clouds covering the sun.
Even the disciples watching both sides were a little breathless, and the pressure on Tan Lang could be imagined.
"Brother Qiao Luo, well done, this kick killed that kid!" Ma Lebi cheered loudly.
The two of them just fought, but Tan Lang didn't scrap an arm, which made him a little depressed, but now after seeing Qiao Luo's powerful kick, he became excited again.
He felt that Tan Lang must have not recovered from the previous move, and he would definitely be taken to the northwest by this kick.
Tan Lang seemed to be just as Qiao Luo had guessed. Qiao Luo's kick was about to get close to him, but Tan Lang was still standing there, motionless.
"Brother Lang, get out of the way!" Zhang Yuge couldn't help but shout to remind him.
Disciple of Gangcheng Wuji Club, they all frowned, and were worried about Tan Lang. Although they did not directly feel the power of Qiao Luo's punch just now, they also got a glimpse of it through Tan Lang's unloading of force on the ground.
The force from the legs is much greater than that from the fist. If Tan Lang cannot dodge Qiao Luo's kick, Tan Lang's defeat is doomed.
Although Tan Lang's inaction also made Qiao Luo doubtful, according to his judgment of Tan Lang's strength during the fight just now, Tan Lang should not react so slowly. Maybe Tan Lang has some counterattack methods that he can't think of.
But now he can't care so much. Since you don't hide, I will use this kick to trample you into meat paste.
"Die!" Qiao Luo roared wildly, and once again urged a force to his legs and feet.
At this moment, strong winds blew around Qiao Luo's legs and feet, bringing a whistling sound. With this kick, he was confident that he could crush an armored vehicle.
In fact, at this moment, Ye Xiao and Ouyang Jiannan, two warriors who saw the gods, could judge what moves Tan Lang would use by observing the circulation of his blood.
Although they could defend and had the opportunity to hurt Qiao Luo in return, they could not predict whether Tan Lang would succeed after using this move, so they both remained silent and waited and watched.
Then, everyone saw that when Qiao Luo's foot landed only a few inches away from Tan Lang's head.
Tan Lang's feet sank suddenly, and with two "pops!", he sank directly into the floor tiles. His two arms suddenly opened, and at this moment, the blood filled his arms and the ten fingers of both hands.
Only Tan Lang's two wide sleeves "hiss!" cracked due to the rapid expansion of muscles, and his fingers on both hands were filled with blood and thickened, like the largest steel bars.
"Swish!" With two sounds, Tan Lang twisted his waist instantly, and his arms were as fast as lightning, grabbing Qiao Luo's calf one up and one down.
Although Tan Lang grabbed Qiao Luo's leg, was this a mantis trying to stop a chariot? Or a tyrant trying to lift a tripod? No one could tell.
Because now it was just a contest of the two people's obvious strength, and the subsequent confrontation of their hidden strength would be the key.
If Tan Lang couldn't block Qiao Luo's subsequent force, he would still be kicked by Qiao Luo. Although the force was not as strong as when there was no obstacle, it could still give Tan Lang a concussion.