Han Long's fist was like the starting style of the Saint Seiya Tianma Meteor Fist. After hiding deeply on his shoulders, he rushed a few steps with a strong wind-facing thorn head. With a loud shout, his arms with cracked veins were bruised with a heavy punch, and rushed towards the temples of the thorn head like wind and thunder.

The arm defense of the Thorn Head has protected the left and right livers at this moment, and the posture of bowing and bowing just hides the key part of the chin, so Han Long can only choose to attack the other party's head. Otherwise, hitting other parts will only waste his energy. The Thorn Head, with thick skin and rough flesh, is not afraid of his heavy punches at all.

"Dun," With the thorn consciously turning his head to avoid it, Han Long's hard fist hit the back of the other party's head heavily, which made his wrist numb and the tip of his fist hurt.

The thorn also suddenly rushes, staggering to his knees dizzyly, but before Huang Jinqiang counts out, he stands up, shrinks his body and raises his arms to take a protective posture. The severe pain in the liver has not yet disappeared, and he does not have the ability to fight back.

Han Long was secretly anxious when he couldn't find the opponent's defense. He spent one more second and recovered his vitality. Then he might not be able to win the last two games, not to mention that he could not win this game.

Before he could think about it, Han Long opened his eyes wide and pounced on him again. While the thorns had only the power of defense and parry, he swung his fist as big as a bowl and launched a crazy attack on the opponent like a storm.

"Pu, puff, thunder, thunder, thunder, thunder, thunder,"

Amid the hysterical shouts of the gang members, Han Long's fist hit the other person's head, face, eyes, and nose like raindrops, and instantly beat the thorn to the point of his nose to the point of bruised and swollen nose, and the nose was bleeding. The whole person looked stumbled and staggered, looking very embarrassed.

But Han Long knew better than anyone else: his hard-working beating did not cause a fatal blow to the thorns. On the contrary, his physical strength dropped significantly, his arms were sore, chest tightness and gasping, and his heart was beating violently, doing his best to transfusion blood and oxygen to his master.

"Breathe, breathe,"

Shi Dahai's warning came to his mind again. Han Long took a deep breath and entered the air into his tired lungs, but his eyes were fixed on the thorns.

The thorn was also trying hard to breathe and accumulate strength. The sharp eagle eyes stared at Han Long fiercely, allowing the nose to splatter on his clothes and the ground. The wound above his right eyebrow bone, which was broken by the three-eyed head, was even bigger under Han Long's heavy punch. The crimson blood continued to seep out, slowly flowing towards his right eyelid along the swollen eyebrow bone.

Han Long saw it, his heart moved, and immediately stepped forward, staring at the other party's right elbow joint with his eyes tightly.

At this moment, the defense of the thorn head is very tight, with both arms bent and raised, elbows protecting the waist and ribs, and fists protecting the jaw. The only gap left for Han Long to have offensive value is the chest valve, but he is now in a bow and chest retracting position. As long as Han Long punches, the muscles between the chest and abdomen can react like conditioned reflex, so he is not afraid of being severely injured.

But now his eyebrow bone is broken and blood is dripping from his eyelids.

Han Long realized that this was the last chance to reverse the unfavorable situation. In order not to block his vision, the thorn would definitely raise his arm to wipe the blood on his eyelids slightly, and the moment he raised his arm, his chin gap would be exposed.

Sure enough, just as the blood on the eyelids was about to flow to the eyelashes, the thorn raised his right elbow and raised his thumb to sweep his eyelids.

Chance.

Han Long's brain blood surged up, his eyes burst out with light, his legs kicked up, and his whole body rushed forward like a tiger out of the cage. After strengthening the training for a whole week, he held all his strength and made a critical strike like a thunderbolt.

"Hao,"

The extremely rapid and fast left hook punch hit the right side of the thorn's chin, and the huge impact and torsional force almost knocked his chin away from his head.

After hundreds of eyes, the thorny head suddenly shook to the left back, and a few broken teeth spurted out of her mouth, turning her eyes white, and falling to the ground.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The bar suddenly became boiling, and even the seconds Huang Jinqiang read with the microphone was almost inaudible.

Even Xiang Huaqiang sucked his hands and exclaimed: "Yeah, it's wonderful, it's really wonderful, hahahahahaha."

"Long...Brother Long... Come on..." At this time, Sanyan had woken up, but the severe pain of his body was so dispersed that he could not stand up at all. He could only curl up outside the isolation belt and shouted hard under the heels of the gang members, and even he could not hear the faint voice clearly.

The fanatical atmosphere at the scene steamed for a minute before slowly returning to the low tide. The pile of meat lumps in the middle of the dance floor were dragged out, and only the golden strong was heard without any emotion. The sound of color sounded: "The third scene, gecko vs. Han Long,"

"Roar, roar, roar, roar,"

“Geck, gecko, gecko,”

Gecko twisted his neck and moved his head a few times, looking at Han Long three meters away with a smile and said, "Brother Long, do you want to rest?"

Han Long did not respond at all, but his chest was undulating and he inhaled hard into his lungs. After the thunder attack, his left arm was still sore and numb, and he felt like he was not strong enough when he clenched his fists. The previous offensive frenzy made him not recover his heart rate until now, and the confrontation with the thorn for more than three minutes consumed almost half of his physical strength.

"Gebone, why are you fucking hard? Wait for him to lay eggs," Fat Chicken stood on the stairs and yelled.

This hall competition is a decisive battle for him once and for all. As long as Han Long is killed tonight, his status, venue, brothers, and even Ma Zi will be officially recognized by his brothers and Wan Chai Twin Tigers, including the leader of the club. In the future, there will be no need to worry about having fellow disciples fighting for power and profit with him. Han Long, who is most afraid of him, will completely disappear from his eyes. Therefore, he is very dissatisfied with such a sirens.

"Hehe," Gecko bent his arms and shook his shoulders, walked to Han Long a meter before him, and smiled sinisterly, "Brother Long, don't hold on if you can't bear it..."

Han Long answered that he was fist.

Before the gecko finished speaking, he unexpectedly shot out his right fist and hit the opponent's abdomen. As long as the gecko fist was hit, he would bend over with pain, and his chin and temples would be exposed to his left fist.

The gecko looked careless and careless, but when Han Long punched like a white snake, his eyes slammed, his feet slipped half a step, and his waist twisted slightly, and he easily avoided the lightning strike, and then began his personal performance:

When Han Long's shot fell to nothing, his feet and body were still rushing forward, the gecko's body swung violently, and he swung up an extremely fierce whip leg, and directly pulled towards Han Long's face.

Han Long was in a fierce manner. If he was hit by his whip leg, even if his nose bridge was constantly on the ground, he would definitely be looking for teeth.

When the strong wind blew, Han Long shouted loudly, bent his arms, protected the door side by side, and stopped his steps.

"Pu," the whip leg twitched Han Long's arm blocking the face. Han Long staggered back, and the gecko took the initiative and stepped forward, and fired his bow left and right, and a heavy punch as fast as lightning swept towards him like a storm.

"Dong, puff, thump, puff..." In just 5 or 6 seconds, Han Long was hit with a dozen heavy punches. He heard a sharp pain from his forehead, eyes, heart, and belly, and his feet stepped back quickly.

"Lear down," as the gecko shouted coldly, Han Long felt a bitter wind coming from his left temple. As soon as he subconsciously raised his left hand, his brain buzzed, and the stars in front of him suddenly shone, his legs softened uncontrollably, and he collapsed to the ground.

"Tong, Tong, Tong..." Han Long lay on the ground with his back, his ears were noisy, but he could clearly hear his violent heartbeat. He opened his eyes desperately, but his eyes were pitch black. He wanted to hold up, but he felt a dizzy and he was about to vomit.

"Geck, gecko,"

"Come on,"

"Stand up and fight,"

“4,5,6…”

In his vague consciousness, Han Long heard the shouts of his brothers and the countdown of Huang Jinqiang. In great anxiety and panic, he opened his mouth and took a deep breath with all his strength, guarded the spiritual platform with a hint of clarity, clenched his fists and shouted loudly, endured the pain and dizziness, and turned over and got up, but his feet were messy, and he rang and staggered towards the isolation belt.

"Brother Long, be careful,"

"It's almost supported, Brother Long, come on,"

"Brother Long, hold on,"

Han Long's body was supported by his brothers, and a whispered sound of cheering and cheering came from his ears. He couldn't help but stare at him. He saw dozens of gazes full of respect, love, support and expectation in front of him. The hands holding his body were so warm and powerful, as if they were to instill a steady stream of motivation into his body.

Han Long's eyes became hot, and his heart suddenly felt full of ambition and passion. The tiger's pupils contracted violently. He slowly turned around without anger and took two steps. He stared at the gecko coldly and gritted his teeth and shouted: "Let the horse come over,"

Gecko shook his head with regret: "Then keep going," as soon as he finished speaking, he rushed forward, and the sky filled the sky with fist rain once again enveloped Han Long.

I saw Han Long bent over like a thorn in the previous game, bent his arms and hugging his head, trying to protect the vital parts, but it was very effective. His trembling body was shaking under the gecko's merciless punch and kick, as if the power of the combo was almost exhausted.

The bar actually became quiet, hundreds of gazes were just watching the human sandbag performance in the middle of the dance floor. No one cheered anymore, and only a tight sound of punching the flesh came from everyone's ears.

“Splash,”

As the gecko hit Han Long's vest with a heavy elbow, Han Long fell to the ground again. However, to everyone's surprise, before Huang Jinqiang started counting up, he gritted his teeth and climbed up again.

"Come on, Brother Long,"

I don’t know who shouted first, and a few people immediately echoed: “Brother Long, come on,”
Chapter completed!