I finally chose to believe in Ning Yong, shaking and pretending to be drunk and walking into the dark alley. The moment I walked into the alley, I felt a sense of unreasonable tension all over my body. I felt as if I was staring at something.

The next second, I put my right hand into my pants pocket, and there was a switchblade inside. Although I was very weak, I had experienced several life and deaths and learned how to play a broken monument that I wanted to hold. The moment I held the switchblade tightly, I felt no longer so nervous.

"Ning Yong. Don't lie to me. If someone beats me up, I will die with you." I thought to myself.

Time passed by minute by minute, and I had already penetrated the dark alley for more than ten meters. I felt that the person was staring at me, for some reason why I didn't take action.

The other party seemed to be everywhere, but he took advantage of the shaking and turned around and looked back, and found that there was no one behind him, but the feeling on his body disappeared, which was so strange.

After walking about five or six meters apart, suddenly the wind blew up behind me. I suddenly turned around and found a black shadow jumping from above and instantly arrived in front of me.

"Damn it!" The other party was too fast, and he didn't have time to take out the knife, and he inserted one palm into his throat, as fast as lightning.

At this time, it is actually entirely based on the conditioned reflex of the body and cannot pass through the brain. If it passes through the brain and then sends instructions from the brain, it will be slow.

Facing life and death several times has allowed me to develop the ability to collapse on the top of the mountain without changing my face. So the moment the other person's finger touched his throat, my body fell straight backwards.

Woo...

The black shadow's palm fell to nothing. The next second, with a plop, my back hit the ground firmly, and the pain spread throughout my body in an instant. However, I did not scream, gritted my teeth and rolled towards the corner of the alley. At the same time, I shouted: "Ning Yong, your uncle, I'm going to die!"

Ning Yong's figure appeared behind him, and within a distance of more than ten meters, he only took five steps to reach my sight. He kept silent and raised his fist and hit him.

Woo...

Ning Yong punched the man in black in the head. I saw that the man in black seemed to raise his hand and pressed him up, so he pushed Ning Yong's punch away, and then he was about to get into Ning Yong's arms. He was buried in the arms of such a master, and he was seriously injured even if he didn't die.

After the next second, I saw this person stopping, and the progress under my feet turned into lifting my knees. It turned out that when Ning Yong punched him, he kicked a punch from the bottom at the same time.

Chinese martial arts offense has never been a single attack. They are all advancing together, attack means defense, defense means attack, there is defense in the attack, and there is attack in the defense.

Bang!

The other party raised his knee and blocked Ning Yong's penis foot, but Ning Yong seemed to have not closed his legs and directly used the Bajiquan step to step hard. At the same time, he made a step forward and hit the elbow, hitting the other party's chest, and at the same time, his right palm also protected the back of his head.

Bang bang bang bang!

The two of them fists and feet and started fighting. I quickly got up from the ground and took the switchblade out of my pocket. With a bang, a foot-long blade appeared, staring at Ning Yong and the figure of the man in black.

Both of them were very fast, almost all of which were conditioned reflexes. They were holding a knife in their hands, and they seemed to be unable to help at all.

Bang bang bang bang...

My elder brother once said that the martial arts in the world are only fast but not broken. It is fast and slow, and slow and hard. It seems that this is true at this time.

Thumb...

Suddenly, Ning Yong and the man in black retreated at the same time. I blinked my eyes and said to myself: "What does it mean? That's all? Who wins and who loses? Isn't it a big fight for three hundred rounds on TV?"

Ning Yong and the man in black took less than a minute to separate, at most twenty to thirty seconds.

I held the knife in my hand, looked at Ning Yong first, and then looked at the man in black, with a little nervous expression, because the alley was too dark and I couldn't tell the expressions of the two of them at all, so naturally I couldn't tell who lost and who won.

"Southern fist tiger and crane double shape!" Ning Yong suddenly spoke.

"Luotubajiquan is like the Han family's style." The man in black made a very hoarse voice, like a mouthful of phlegm in his throat, which made me feel uncomfortable.

"Friend, if you don't come to Jiangcheng, you can't deliver a post, and just live here. Are you a martial arts practitioner in Jiangcheng?" Ning Yong said.

"How dare!" said the man in black.

"But you have done this, so stay today." Ning Yong suddenly jumped forward and bumped into black clothes.

The man in black did not show weakness. He moved his body, but instead of retreating, and went forward to Ning Yong.

Bang bang bang bang!
Chapter completed!