The fist has reached its flesh, and at this time, he retracted his strength to return to defense. Not only could he not avoid the attack, but he might even have to let go of the opponent in front of him. In a blink of an eye, Zhao Li made a decision to knock down his teammate in front of him and then take over the attack behind him.

The development of things was as Zhao Li expected. The enemy in front of him fell down without any accident, and the attack behind him also fell heavily on his back. When the attack fell, Zhao Li's first reaction was that it was not a fist, but a weapon.

However, it was too late to regret at this time, and Zhao Li could only quickly mobilize the true energy in his body to his back, and at the same time he ran forward, trying to dissipate most of the falling power.

But it seemed that it was too late. Even Zhao Li could clearly hear the sound of the T-shaped crooked falling on his back, which was completely different from the flesh of his fist.

"Hu", exhale quickly, and the power carried by the T-shaped crutch itself was immediately dissipated by rushing forward, but the true qi contained in it instantly broke through the protection of the true qi on Zhao Li's back and went straight into the internal organs.

Zhao Li was ready to accept the result of internal viscera shock and injury, but he could not be in vain. The opponent actually used a weapon. He was so despicable in a battle of more than a dozen that he had successfully angered Zhao Li.

However, the severe pain that Zhao Li had expected did not come. When the opponent's true qi reached the Du meridian, the true qi condensed by the basic physical fitness technique seemed to have become alive and appeared instantly.

This powerful true energy seems to be easier to control than the true energy of the combat technique that Zhao Li practiced at this moment, and it seems to have his own consciousness when he uses it. When he meets the opponent's true energy, he shrinks back with the opponent's true energy, and then suddenly detonates a small bomb in the condensed true energy for a moment, and then it is like a sudden bomb that explodes violently.

The attacking true energy seemed to suddenly touch a very elastic cushion and was bounced out. The attacker did not expect such a result at all. The consequence of the full attack was that he used his strongest true energy to attack his T-shaped crooked hand, how could he bear it?

The hand was shocked, and the T-shaped crook flew out. Before he could react to what had happened, Zhao Li turned around and attacked him. This time, Zhao Li took action in anger, without any mercy. He cut one palm on the side of the attacker's neck, and the other fist was pounded firmly on the pancreas.

This punch is from bottom to top, the softest part of the abdomen first hits the punch, and then the true energy carried by the punch continues to rise. With the heavy blow on the side of the neck, the sneak attacker only lets out a painful cry, but before the scream is over, he faints. Half of the sound is stuck in his throat, like a rooster pinching his neck.

The T-shaped crook fell from the air, and Zhao Li reached out and fucked it. At this time, it was no longer possible to find out where the weapon came out. Zhao Li, who was angry, had only one thought in his mind to knock down all these guys, especially the original Li Xiuyuan.

With weapons in hand, Zhao Li is the most familiar T-shaped crutch, which is no less than a tiger's wings. When practicing, Zhao Li likes this kind of police weapon very much, and practices the most hard work. At this moment, he takes the police crutch against a group of unarmed teammates, and the result is naturally self-evident.

The weapon's attack was effective, but in less than a minute, all of the teammates without weapons were knocked down by Zhao Li. Fortunately, Zhao Li still retained enough rationality in his anger, but he only made heavy moves, but did not kill him. The person who was hit by him fainted on the spot, without exception. Maybe the pain is inevitable after waking up, but he should not leave any disability.

In the past, I just saw Zhao Li and the instructor practicing slowly and slowly. I had never seen Zhao Li use weapons so quickly and incompetently. The smooth and neatness made Li Xiuyuan, who was holding the T-shaped crutch not far away, not having time to support him, as if he was watching an excellent martial arts movie, and it was also the best action director choreographed without a trace of attack and wasted quality.

More than a dozen companions were all knocked down in such a short time, and the fierce momentum made Li Xiuyuan feel cold in his heart. Although he worked hard to practice, most of his kung fu was hard on combat skills. He only asked for mastery of such instructors and did not require them to master the martial arts, but did not put in much effort.

Now that I have got my wish, the combat skills are rated at level 6, which is indeed very superior. However, the combined number of people of level 6 and level 5 cannot help but Zhao Li, who is only rated at level 4, cannot help but feel a little disappointed. Could it be that what the instructor said is true, and the level does not mean anything? The facts are in front of him, and he cannot help but believe it.

In fact, even if Li Xiuyuan wanted to support, he would not have a chance. Zhao Li never gave an enemy any breath, and he was wandering around. When Li Xiuyuan arrived here, Zhao Li had already turned there, but the person in front of him had already been attacked and fell to the ground.

Only Zhao Li and Li Xiuyuan were left, each holding a T-shaped crutch. Li Xiuyuan was a little stunned when he saw this, but Zhao Li didn't want to let go of the culprit. Anyway, there was only one person, and he couldn't run anywhere if he wanted to run. Seeing Zhao Li walking slowly, Li Xiuyuan couldn't help but take two steps back with Zhao Li's pace.

It was not until he hit the wall behind him that he realized that he had no way out. He said just now that he was too arrogant and could not get Zhao Li's understanding at this time. Li Xiuyuan finally tasted the bitter taste of his tongue, and even the saliva that he swallowed nervously was bitter.

Before entering the army, Li Xiuyuan was always the best in martial arts practice. Others have always envied him and jealous of him. After coming to the army, especially during this stage of training, he tasted the taste like poison for the first time. He finally felt that the martial arts assessment had a chance to turn around. After being proud for a long time, he found that nothing had changed. He was proud of what he should be proud of, and disappointed if he should be disappointed.

"I don't accept it!" Li Xiuyuan shouted, his fingers were already holding the horizontal grip of the T-shaped crook and turned a little white. After shouting, it seemed to arouse the courage in his heart, and waved the police crook and rushed towards Zhao Li.

The courage is commendable, but the skills are really unfamiliar. Zhao Li made a few clean and neat moves, and first made his limbs hit hard. When he was in great pain, he made a sharp turn, which made him fall into a coma happily.

"It's up to me whether you accept it or not!" He threw away this sentence, and at the same time he threw away the policeman in his hand, found a cool and comfortable place, sat down and started to exercise his skills. The blow on his back just now was still a little painful, and he had to carefully check whether he was injured.

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