There was the Yellow Spring Road in ancient times, and there is the Shura Field. This is true. Since the establishment of Jiaxiang Casino, it has experienced countless bloody storms. Countless people have become rich overnight because of it, but more people have lost all their money and lost their underwear. Under the Shura Field arena, every audience member has cheered and shouted for every punch of the boxer, and hoarsely for the betting contestants who fell to the ground, all for wealth, power and... beastly nature.

For thirty years, there will be competitions every week, Saturday and Sunday, and there will be no thunder. No matter the storm or time goes by, from the first floor to the third floor, each floor has different levels of competitions, namely the ordinary level, the minimum bet of 10,000 yuan, the minimum bet of 10,000 yuan, the minimum bet of 10,000 yuan, the minimum bet of 10,000 yuan, the minimum bet of 10,000 yuan, the minimum bet of 10,000 yuan, the minimum bet of 1 million yuan.

In the ordinary level, it is only a little more intense than the international regular season. The first floor, which pays attention to the rules of time, has completely become a cruelty of either death or injury, and the hellish third floor duel is almost certain to die! Only if one person can walk out of the arena alive, this is the real Shura field. When two boxers start fighting, they will be divided into one to the death, and the blood dyes the ring red, which causes the gorgeously dressed ladies in marten coats, those well-dressed gentlemen, and those hypocritical politicians will shout like madmen. Only by appreciating such a scene will it bring some excitement to their ordinary and depressed life.

There are no gentlemen or ladies in the Shura field at the moment, but only Ullambana giants who are watching coldly and secretly calculating their own interests. A life-and-death battle surrounding the dominance of the underworld in Zhonghai City is about to begin.

"What are the two of you watching? Have you never seen it?" About a minute later, Liao Xuebing on the stage was still eyeing Xie Ziwei's sacrament. Jia Chaoyang, director of the General Police Bureau, couldn't help but scream, "Do you want to play the trick of cherishing heroes again?"

Dou Taizhang finally had some vision: "Director, look, they are afraid of each other, just like... uh, the kind of martial arts masters in the duel, let's see who can't help but reveal their flaws first."

Character determines everything, Liao Xuebing takes the lead. He is a person who advocates absolute power and crushes the enemy with the power of thunder. Only he bullies others, and no reason why others threaten him.

He took a step forward with his left foot, and with the momentum of rushing forward, his right fist clenched, as if he had broken through the violently burning meteorite in the atmosphere, and swung towards Xie Ziwei's face. This fist was full of strength, leaving no room for extra room for it, rubbing against the air, as if the temperature around him had risen. He had been behind, and his fist was on the right, so Xie Ziwei could only dodge to the left or retreat. At that time, he would rely on a step to make you cut off your son and grandson. Anyway, you are clean and have few desires and are not close to women, so it would be useless to keep it.

Xie Ziwei refused to retreat but advanced, rushed up and punched him in the face. Xie Ziwei's arms were longer. If both sides were hit hard, Lao Liao would definitely suffer.

In an instant, Liao Xuebing hurriedly changed directions and faced each other. His fists striking, pressing his joints, making a crisp sound. The two of them took a step back, from their knuckles to their wrist bones and shoulders, Liao Xuebing only felt that the bones of the entire arm were about to explode, and the bone marrow seemed to be boiling.

Damn, this person is too terrifying. His power is simply not something that humans can do. You must know that Liao Xuebing's strength is enough to knock down the face of the gold medal Tao Delin, break half of the ribs of the scar Wang Caigui, and hit the head of the stupid Sanda star Zhang Wei.

Xie Ziwei was not feeling well, and his nerves were paralyzed as if he was under an electric shock. The two took a step back and looked at each other again.

Long Er was surprised to the people around him: "The gangsters in the North City are so powerful? Last time, the Thai monkey claimed to be invincible in Southeast Asia, and she didn't even hold on to Xie Ziwei's punch. She was afraid that Ronahua wouldn't know how powerful he was, so she compared the general appearance with her hands and said: "It was also like the one who used the same punch as before, and the Thai monkey's direct shock was dislocated.

"It seems that the two are playing against each other, and the match is quite good. The police chief said again: "But I think Liao Xuebing suffered a little loss. His physical condition is not as good as the Blood Demon."

Dou Taizhang nodded in agreement: "He has a relatively tall figure and can exert relatively great power, because he is from top to bottom and has the advantage of gravity bonus."

"Ha, I didn't expect you to have some research and can still explain the truth. Yes, this fighting also pays great attention to physics, such as inertia, gravity, atmospheric pressure, etc., and a little bit of subtlety can kill people."

They had a lot of talk, and Liao Xuebing took action again. This time he still attacked in front of the door with his right fist. Xie Ziwei also fought back like he had just now, and he wanted to distinguish his strength from him.

Seeing that the two fists were about to collide, I don’t know who was hard, Mo Laowu nervously pinched the fat on his belly and said to himself: “If you want to fight him, isn’t you going to use a short attack? Damn, a brainless waste!”

Liao Xuebing's fist suddenly opened and turned into a palm. He grabbed Xie Ziwei's fist, and divided the two fingers of the left hand into the shape of scissors, and inserted them into Xie Ziwei's eye sockets!

When he saw Liao Xuebing shaking his left shoulder, Xie Ziwei was not prepared, but the incident happened too quickly. He could only lean back with the reflex nerves he had been practicing for many years. As soon as his fingers touched the eyeball, he was avoided. Even so, his eyes were still blurred and Venus flew in the air.

Liao Xuebing was in a state of power and suddenly lowered his body. One hundred and eighty Fang's legs swept Xie Ziwei's calves.

Since she was ten years old, Xie Ziwei has been holding a stone lock and standing on a wooden stake to practice horse stance every day. The lower plate is very stable, and even a motorcycle that is driving may not be able to knock it over. Lao Liao's legs are sweeping hard, but he does not move at all.

Liao Xuebing made a quick decision, pressed down with one hand, and suddenly supported it, turning over in the air. Even the Olympic gymnastics champion had to sweat coldly when watching this posture, which completely violated the laws of nature. There was no need to hang steel wires in a martial arts movie. The other foot that was thrown up was thunderous and thrust on Xie Ziwei's face.

"Bang!" Like a huge wave hitting the reef, Xie Ziwei's left face twisted, his ears roared, and he flew three meters away. Liao Xuebing didn't wait for the audience's unresponsive eyes. As soon as he stood up, he immediately rushed over, jumped high, and his elbow hit his nose. He used the concept of gravitational fighting that Jia Chaoyang had just mentioned, and the weight of his entire body was concentrated at the point at the sharp corner of the elbow. As long as the part hits directly and the bridge of his nose is not broken, there is no need to fight this life-and-death battle.

The strange style of the blood demon is indeed not bad. After a brief dizziness, he immediately woke up, pressed his hands back, bounced out of the long legs, and kicked out of Liao Xuebing, who had no choice but to rely on in the air. He was the famous "rabbit-fighting eagle-style" old Liao was kicked in the shoulder and rolled down.

The two stood up again, with strong alert in their eyes.

These few fights, the rabbit rises and falls, and it is quick and fast. Both sides win and lose each other. It is so exciting. The giants shouted that they were satisfied. The police chief who acted as temporary commentators shouted: "It's a must! Winning and losing are all the 50% of the 50% of the 50% of the 50% of the 50% of the 50% of the 50% of the 50% of the 50% of the 50% of the 50% of the 50% of the 50% of the 50% of the 50% of the 50% of the 50% of the 50% of the 50% of the 50% of the 50% of the 50% of the 50% of the 50% of the 50% of the 50% of the 50% of the 50% of the 50% of the 50% of the 50% of the 50% of the 50% of the 50% of the 50% of the 50% of the 50% of the 50% of the 50% of the 50% of the 50% of the 50% of the 50% of the 50% of the 50% of the 50% of the 50% of the 50% of the 50% of the 50% of the 50% of the 50% of the 50% of the 50% of the 50% of the 50% of the 50% of the 50% of the 50% of the 50% of the 50% of the 50% of the 50% of the 50% of the 50% of the 50% of the 50% of the 50% of the 50% of the 50% of the 50% of the 50% of the 50% of the 50

Dou Taizhang smiled and said, "Director, this time you have discovered some insights into martial arts."

"Two equal-strength masters usually face each other for a long time. The decision to win or lose depends on the key details, such as the temperature and humidity of the air, the refractive angle of the light, the strength of the air flow, and the friction of the ground."

Dou Taizhang was humbly asking for advice now, "What does friction mean?"

Jia Chaoyang found the opportunity to show off and smiled proudly, "If you are a person, you have to stand on the ground. If there is no friction, what will you say? All items will move in a uniform linear motion, never stopping. If one of the parties suddenly stepped on the ground with low friction and slipped under his feet, how much impact do you think it will have on the battle situation?"

Bei Shixiang and Mo Laowu added a little more confidence and sat more securely, but Long Er was a little uneasy and asked his subordinates angrily: "How do you find out the information? Can he practice his skills by extortion and making money?"

The follower whispered: "Second Master, you are too busy for a while. I forgot to tell you the day before yesterday that the cabinet will cause land kings, treasures, and Yuyu Qionglou to smash the scene. If you meet someone from the Speed ​​Party, the result is..."

"How to say the result quickly, don't hesitate."

"Wang Caigui fought with him in the private room and was crippled in two or three strokes."

"Damn, why did you tell me at this time? It seems that he is not simple, let alone Cao Shengchao and Kang Guodong know this person, so they must be of a big background. Long Er angrily patted the armrest of the chair.

Life is endless and the battle continues. The air in Shura Field is getting heavier and heavier, making people breathless. The giants' eyes are sparking fiercely and they are inadvertently involved in the game. Their emotions are exploring the rhythm of the fighters on the stage.

When you go back and forth, Xie Ziwei poked his throat and almost flashed. Liao Xuebing's stomach was kicked again, his stomach churned, and sweet blood was sprayed out. The two of them fought slowly, and they were in a stalemate for half an hour. Old Liao simply relied on a super explosive force to support him. At this time, his endurance was exhausted and he gradually felt tired. The other party's energy seemed to be endless, and his fists were still so powerful, like a running rhino. Each punch could make him dizzy.

Liao Xuebing began to use jabs. In boxing matches, jabs are a favorable weapon that is similar to a tank, which can not only feint attacks and create opportunities for his subsequent attacks, but also interfere with the opponent's attack and conduct active defense.

The jab is both provocative and tentative. Although it is consistent with Lao Liao's temperament, he had to put away his irritable temper after suffering a few times. After all, he can save his life and be arrogant no matter how he wants.

Xie Ziwei couldn't care about his weak test. He took advantage of his strength and threw his leg away and swung it towards Lao Liao.

It was at this moment when Lao Liao and others used their ribs to resist the impact of their thighs, and almost spurted blood again. They pressed their arms down and clamped their thighs. Xie Ziwei couldn't expect that he would use this stupid method, and his other leg flew up with the force, swearing to remove Liao Xuebing's cervical vertebrae.

However, when he was leveraging his strength, he stepped on the blood beach that Liao Xuebing had just vomited. The barefoot touched the sticky blood and was very easy to slip. The other foot was caught again. No matter how much you had been stalking for ten years, you couldn't help but stagger.
Chapter completed!