C4 Killing move

"Let's go quickly …" Uncle told us to buy two bottles of wine along the way. " Wu Xiaoluo pulled Wu Junxuan's arm and they arrived at a tavern.

Wu Xiaoluo said softly, "Boss..." Do you have any more wine left? Give me two bottles! "

"Alright, wait a moment!" At this moment, the sky had already darkened. Some of the peddlers had already packed up their stalls and went home.

"Let's leave quickly. Uncle should be getting impatient!"

"Cousin, look over there …" At this moment, a few people were watching them from a nearby pub.

Liu Bo's eyes lit up as he hurriedly said, "Isn't that the Wu siblings? This kid hasn't appeared for years, where did he come from?"

"The Wu Clan?" You mean their surname is Wu? " The one who spoke was a man around 30 years old. He had a full beard and was wearing a gray robe. He obviously wasn't a local. His eyes were staring at Wu Junxuan.

"Cousin, let's use this opportunity to capture that kid!" The three Liu brothers had been in the city for the past few years, but they didn't learn how to be good. Instead, they would play around with gangsters and scoundrels all day long.

"The three of you move around, this kid is not an ordinary person!" The man's eyes were like those of an eagle's as he seemed to see through Wu Junxuan. Then, he stood up and walked out.

The man didn't alert Wu Junxuan, but followed him closely. Wu Junxuan had been practicing martial arts in the mountains for years, and occasionally he and his uncle would go out for a month or two to see the world. Wu Junxuan had noticed it when the man had walked out of the tavern.

"Hurry up and leave …" Wu Xiaoluo felt that something was wrong and realized that her brother's expression was a little odd. Wu Xiaoluo turned around to take a look.

Wu Junxuan opened the gate and quickly dragged his sister inside. "Uncle …" We're back! "

Wu Jiangxiong walked out of the tiled room. His expression slightly changed, "A customer is here. Xiao Rou, go to the kitchen and bring the dishes out!" Wu Xiaoluo put the wine on the table and went into the kitchen to bring the dishes.

Wu Jiangxiong sat in front of the table and said in a deep voice, "Friends from outside the door, please come in!"

"Sorry to interrupt!" The man walked in from outside, cupping his fists in greeting. "Master Wu, long time no see. I didn't expect you to be living in seclusion here!"

Wu Junxuan looked at the man doubtfully. He was tall and sturdy, with gleaming eyes and bulging temples. He was obviously a fighter, and he had probably reached the stage of inner strength.

"Zhang Zhao!" "You actually found this place …" Wu Jiangxiong stretched out his hand and poured two cups of wine, gesturing for Zhang Zhao to sit down. The two of them seemed to be old friends that hadn't seen each other for years, but each had their own ulterior motives and concealed murderous intents!

"Kid, get out and chase those three dogs away, don't hinder our conversation!"

"There are three people outside the door?" Wu Junxuan was puzzled and walked out of the yard. The three Liu brothers and Wu Junxuan came face to face.

"So it's you three dogs! I haven't gone to look for you, but instead you have come to look for me!"

Liu Bo frowned and cursed, "Little bastard! "After a few years of not seeing your lips, you seem to be quite good at it. To think that you would hurt me just by saying those words!"

"You injured my sister last time, so I haven't found you guys for this debt. If you don't want to be beaten up, then scram!" Wu Junxuan's body flashed forward, and Liu Bo was sent flying.

"You brat, don't be too arrogant. Just you wait!"

Wu Junxuan turned around and walked into the yard. By then, Wu Xiaoluo had already placed the dishes on the table.

Zhang Zhao picked up his wine cup and respectfully said, "Master Wu, I've been looking for you for a long time. I didn't expect you to hide here."

"I also didn't expect that you would actually find this place!" Wu Jiangxiong also picked up his wine cup and clinked it against the cup in his hand.

"Crack …" Wu Junxuan stared fixedly at the cups in their hands as they clinked their cups.

"Master Wu …" I toast you on whether or not you drink, is this not giving me face! " Wu Jiangxiong smiled and drank the wine in one gulp before placing the cup on the table.

Zhang Zhao also drank the wine in his cup and placed it on the table, "Good martial arts …" I came here today to seek your guidance! "

"I don't dare to consult you, let's have an exchange!" Wu Jiangxiong stood up and walked to the center of the yard. He extended his right hand and said politely, "Master Zhang, this way!"

"Good!" "How refreshing …" Zhang Zhao took a step forward and stepped forward with his right foot.

"Form and Will Boxing?!" Zhang Zhao's body arched and pounced towards Wu Jiangxiong like a leopard cat.

"Good punch!" Wu Jiangxiong slightly furrowed his brows. He did not dare to face the attack head on. He had no choice but to retreat while turning his left hand to block the incoming attack.

"Bang bang!" Wu Jiangxiong took advantage of the opening and leaned to the side. At the same time, his body fiercely dashed forward. His right foot took a step forward and crashed into Zhang Zhao like a giant black bear.

"Sister-in-law..." Some of the experts of the Republic of China's Eight Level Fist Art would usually use this technique to practice and practice when they hit a large tree or a wall. However, in a fight with an enemy, if they were struck in the chest by this technique, even if the opponent had copper skin or iron bones, they would still have their tendons broken and bones broken!

"Bang …" Zhang Zhao's body retreated a few steps, and then he forced himself to stop.

Wu Jiangxiong was slightly stunned and did not give his opponent any chance to react. A lightning-fast punch was sent towards Zhang Zhao. Wu Jiangxiong's fist was as fast as lightning, like a mad tiger, bringing up traces of strong wind!

Zhang Zhao's body trembled. He seemed to see a ferocious tiger coming down the mountain and pouncing towards him.

"What a powerful punch!" Zhang Zhao didn't have enough time to dodge and was distracted. He stomped his feet on the ground and sent out a fierce blast punch.

"Bam!" It was as if the two forces had collided with each other. Wu Jiangxiong's imposing manner was like a rainbow. It was as if he was trying his best. His legs moved continuously and his feet shook at the same time. "Humph!" The blow from the hammer split apart Zhang Zhao's boxing frame.

"Kacha …" Wu Jiangxiong took advantage of the opening and sent his right elbow straight towards Zhang Zhao's chest, making a crisp sound in that instant.

"Killing technique... "Killing with one move, uncle is going to leave his life here!" Killing intent flashed across Wu Jiangxiong's eyes. Even if he didn't kill Zhang Zhao in front of him, he would still heavily injure him.

"Puff …" Zhang Zhao spat out a large mouthful of blood, and his body fell back four to five meters at the same time, almost falling to the ground.

Wu Jiangxiong hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, my attack was a bit too heavy. Master Zhang, please don't take offense to it!"

Back in the day, when Grandmaster Li Shuwen attacked and hurt people, he was either dead or disabled, and there was no exchange!

"Eight Extreme Fist. I concede defeat today …" Baji Fist was very particular. "I won't admit it, I won't block it. It was just for a moment."

It was known for its ferocious and violent boxing style. As a result, many people believed that the Baji Fist was an evil technique and did not show any mercy when it was used.

Wu Jiangxiong cupped his fists and said, "Master Zhang is being too courteous, please do as you please!"

Zhang Zhao nodded, turned around and walked out of the courtyard while swaying his body. From what Wu Junxuan saw, his body was probably injured internally by his uncle's move. He probably wouldn't recover for at least two or three months.

"Cough cough …" Wu Jiangxiong sat down on the chair as a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. "Fortunately, I made the first move first. Otherwise, I would really lose a lot of face today!"

"Uncle …" Wu Junxuan hurriedly poured a glass of water and passed it to his uncle, asking worriedly, "Are you alright, uncle?"

Wu Jiangxiong coughed twice and spat out a mouthful of blood, "It's alright …" This is an old case that has lasted for decades. Hurry up and help me take a break. "

Wu Junxuan helped his uncle into the room and made a bowl of soup.

"This is the injury I suffered 20 years ago when I was competing with his senior brother!" Wu Junxuan brought the soup over, and Wu Jiangxiong looked much better after drinking it.

"Little Xuan, listen to me. If you meet him again, get rid of him!"

"What?" Wu Junxuan was stunned. He had not expected his uncle to let him kill him!

Wu Jiangxiong feebly said, "What's wrong, you don't dare?!"

Wu Junxuan hesitated and whispered, "No …" "No, I know!"

"Brother …" What are you guys talking about! " Wu Xiaoxiao knocked on the door and walked in. She looked at Wu Jiangxiong with a worried expression, "Uncle, are you alright? Are you feeling better?"