Chapter 657

With his strength already reaching the peak, Tan Lang could easily cut his opponent's neck with even a piece of paper, not to mention plastic with better hardness and toughness.

The pupils of the Nanyang warrior shrank suddenly, and he was horrified. Tan Lang's action was too fast, so he didn't react in time.

Just when Tan Lang was about to harvest a life with the broom in his hand, Wei Yang made a move. He stretched out his hand and pressed and pulled the sluggish warrior's shoulder, and pulled the latter behind him.

Then he raised his foot and kicked the broom accurately with a "bang!".

The iron-wrapped broom was instantly kicked into two pieces by him.

All this seemed to have been expected by Tan Lang. Tan Lang, holding the half of the broom pole, thrust forward with force, and the pole head quickly pierced Wei Yang's chest.

Wei Yang was not panicked either. He saw his five fingers instantly open and grab the pole head. "Click!" With a crisp sound, he clamped the broom tightly.

"You are Tan Lang, right?" Wei Yang said slowly, with a playful look on his lips.

At this time, Tan Lang raised his head, and his scarlet eyes were like two bloody bayonets, sweeping straight towards Wei Yang.

"Tan Lang, you are indeed a scum who betrayed your master!" A Nanyang warrior pointed at Tan Lang and scolded him loudly.

"Tan Lang, we saved your life ten years ago, and we will definitely not let you go today." Another Nanyang warrior scolded fiercely.

After that, several Nanyang warriors behind Wei Yang moved their feet and blocked Tan Lang's retreat.

Seeing this, the passengers on the aisle of the pier did not dare to pass through. Some were eager to watch a good fight, while others were panicked and shouted to the nearby security guards.

"Wei Yang, today it's either you or me!" Tan Lang stared at Wei Yang fiercely and said word by word.

"Haha!" Wei Yang sneered disdainfully, "Tan Lang, you are a drunk rat, and you are looking for a cat!"

"I let you escape a disaster ten years ago, so you should have kept your tail between your legs and hid in the rat hole to protect your worthless life, but you are obviously ignorant! You actually dared to come to me on your own initiative."

"Then I will clean up the door on behalf of Tianwu Sect today and kill you, the traitor who betrayed his master and ancestors."

Tan Lang's strength is indeed very high among the disciples of Tianwu Sect, but Wei Yang is an elder of Tianwu Sect, and he is confident that he can get rid of Tan Lang.

"Who is the one who betrayed his master and ancestors? The King of Hell will judge in hell." Tan Lang now has no hope of clearing his name in the world, and he is determined to die.

After saying that, Tan Lang's body sank slightly, and his feet separated at the same time, standing in a solid horse stance. The hand holding the broom handle leaned forward vigorously, and the other hand was also raised at this time to defend himself.

Tan Lang's sudden force initially forced Wei Yang to retreat half a step, but the latter quickly regained his balance.

Then he raised his right foot high, tilted his calf slightly, protruded his knee joint, and then slammed into Tan Lang's waist.

This is the dragon's tail swing in Xiangguo boxing. Wei Yang is the master of Xiangguo boxing. The Nanyang warrior Wei Xiang who killed Tu Batian and Wu Yunxi was his son.

His son is already the grandmaster of Xiangguo boxing, which shows how profound Wei Yang's skills are.

But Tan Lang is not a pushover. He came to Longguo to lurk for ten years and never slacked off in martial arts every day. Especially after receiving Ye Xiao's guidance, his understanding of boxing has reached a new level.

I saw that his horizontal hand moved instantly, his arm turned like twisting a rope, and his palm turned like pushing a mill. "Snap!" It blocked the side of Wei Yang's knee joint.

This made Wei Yang's legs unable to move forward, as if he was stuck in a quagmire.

"Uh!" Wei Yang was slightly surprised, obviously realizing that he had underestimated Tan Lang.

However, this was not the end. Tan Lang immediately put his palms together into a fist, and the force came from his legs, and his waist, shoulders, and arms moved at the same time.

"Bang!" A inch of force was launched, and Wei Yang was deflected.

Seeing this scene, several Nanyang warriors opened their mouths wide. Obviously, they did not expect that Tan Lang could still fight back against Wei Yang. Seeing this, a warrior was about to step forward to help Wei Yang, but was stopped by Wei Yang.

"Back off, I said, I will clean up the mess myself today!" Although Tan Lang's strength surprised Wei Yang, it also aroused his fighting spirit.

He moved the knee joint hit by Tan Lang. Although it was a little painful, it was not a big deal for him.

"Tan Lang, today I will let you see my true strength!"

After saying that, Wei Yang glared at his feet, and the shoes on his feet instantly exploded into pieces, and the blue veins on the instep of his feet were seen, and the whole instep was like a layer of blue-black paint.

Seeing this, Tan Lang naturally did not dare to be careless,He slightly closed his feet, put his hands one in front of the other, and took a Tai Chi stance.

"Ah!" With Wei Yang's sharp shout, he stomped his feet on the ground. After taking two steps, his figure suddenly jumped up, and kicked towards Tan Lang's face with his right foot. The strong wind from his feet pulled the air whirring, just like a strongman swinging a huge hammer.

This is the Tianwang Throwing Wheel in Xiangguo Boxing. Once kicked, even if it is a granite boulder, Wei Xiang is sure to kick it into cracks.

And its speed is extremely fast. In just a blink of an eye, it suddenly attacked Tan Lang. Tan Lang knew that Wei Yang's kick was already full of strength, so he did not fight him hard. His feet moved back rhythmically and avoided the strongest edge of Wei Yang's kick.

But retreating was not Tan Lang's plan. Just when Wei Yang's kick was about to fall, Tan Lang moved. He suddenly raised his fists, then clenched them, and blasted them at Wei Yang's ankle.

He wanted to break Wei Yang's leg with the Tai Chi hammer.

"Tsk! Tan Lang, you are too young to play a sneak attack on me!" Wei Yang snorted coldly, not taking Tan Lang's attack too seriously. He has practiced Xiangguo boxing for more than 40 years, and every joint and bone is as hard as steel. How can a kid like Tan Lang hurt him?

Wei Yang did not withdraw his foot. Since Tan Lang wanted to fight with strength, he would let the latter see whether Tan Lang could catch his 40 years of skills.

"Bang Bang!" With two loud noises, Tan Lang's fists hit Wei Yang's ankles like a string of cannons. However, after the fists fell, he only felt that his fists were shaken and hurt, and the bones of both hands were almost cracked.

Wei Yang was also knocked flying by Tan Lang's fists. To his surprise, his leg bones and marrow were shaking, and one of his feet was numb.

At this moment, Wei Yang's face darkened for the first time.

Tan Lang could actually hurt him!

He knew very well that although his leg was not broken, if he continued to fight, it would inevitably affect his speed and strength. In that case, he would have to pay a certain price to kill Tan Lang.

Tan Lang naturally noticed Wei Yang's slightly trembling right leg and realized that this was a good opportunity, so he stepped on his feet and pounced on Wei Yang like a galloping horse or a vengeful lion.

Facing the murderous Tan Lang, Wei Yang was unusually timid and moved his feet back involuntarily.

After all, the arrogant are afraid of the desperate. Tan Lang was determined to die, but Wei Yang did not have the awareness of going to die.

At this moment, a gunshot suddenly came, and a bullet was shot at Tan Lang's back.