There was a brief lull on the coast.

Huang Feihong frowned and looked at Yan Zhendong, and Yan Zhendong also gritted his teeth and glared at Huang Feihong.

The foreign soldiers around were nervously holding their guns, and they didn't know what to do for a while.

The neckline of Huang Feihong's cyan robe was torn open by Yan Zhendong's eagle claws.

I almost grabbed my throat.

And the "Golden Dividing Hammer" he used with all his might just now, although it hit Yan Zhendong's side ribs, it did not have the expected damage effect.

The gold hammer is one of the most powerful moves in the Hong family's iron wire fist, hitting the ribs of ordinary people, it can break at least three, and even directly shatter the spleen!

However, Yan Zhendong has a golden bell hood and iron cloth shirt to protect his body.

Huang Feihong's punch just now was like smashing on the iron wall of the copper wall!

Huang Feihong's fist ached faintly, but Yan Zhendong's face changed!

Golden Bell Hood Iron Cloth Shirt...... It's really extraordinary.

Thinking that such a powerful Shaolin stunt of the Northern School would fall into the hands of someone like Yan Zhendong, Huang Feihong felt heartache.

Yan Zhendong spat out a turbid breath, and the corners of his mouth hooked up contemptuously.

"Huang Feihong, Nen still thinks that Nen can beat me?"

"Do you still think that the name of Fushan No. 1 was given to me by Nen?"

"Hmph, I can't tear my iron cloth shirt!"

"I'm the real No. 1 in Fushan!"

Huang Feihong pursed his lips, his eyes were like water, and he did not respond to Yan Zhendong's provocation.

The golden bell hood iron cloth shirt is indeed the strongest Shaolin stunt in defense, there is no doubt about it.

Moreover, when practicing to the level of Yan Zhendong, it is difficult to find the flaws in the golden bell hood iron cloth shirt.

But "difficult" does not mean "impossible".

The essence of the Golden Bell Hood Iron Cloth Shirt is to hold on to the true qi, as long as you find the point where the true qi gathers, you can break the Golden Bell Hood Iron Cloth Shirt.

Huang Feihong calmed down and carefully observed Yan Zhendong's every move.

He was able to become a grandmaster not only by studying hard and practicing basic skills, but also by having rich practical experience.

Yan Zhendong laughed fiercely: "Are you afraid? If you're afraid, kneel down and admit defeat to me! ”

Huang Feihong kicked up the yellow sand suddenly, and before Yan Zhendong could react, his body quickly approached, and the Hong family's iron fist slammed at Yan Zhendong's major vital points!

Yan Zhendong snorted coldly, resisted Huang Feihong's iron fist, and responded with eagle claw skills and ground lying skills at the same time!

Hit hard!

Both of them are grandmaster masters who are known for their strength and horizontal training, and their moves are not complicated, but their destructive power is huge!

Those foreign soldiers who originally came up retreated dozens of meters at this time, not daring to get close.

Huang Feihong exerted his strength and moves to the extreme, and the Hong family's iron fist hit faster and faster, and the more fierce he hit!

And Yan Zhendong was calm and unhurried, letting the iron fist hit him.

To be honest, whether it is strength or martial arts, he is not Huang Feihong's opponent at all.

However, his golden bell hood iron cloth shirt is so strong that even a generation of grandmasters like Huang Feihong can't shake it in a short period of time!

The two sides have been fighting each other, and the sand on the entire coast is flying, and the air waves are breaking through the sky!

After dozens of rounds of fighting, Huang Feihong never found the lifeline of the golden bell hood iron cloth shirt, and Yan Zhendong took the opportunity to scratch Huang Feihong's shoulder key and knee joint with eagle claw skills!

Huang Feihong's face became more and more solemn, while Yan Zhendong's face became more and more proud!

If he continues to fight like this, Huang Feihong will be consumed to death by Yan Zhendong's golden bell cover iron cloth shirt!

"Master Huang...... Come on......"

Behind a large reef off the coast, Ma Peiyuan, the head of the Imperial Palace, watched this terrifying martial arts duel nervously.

According to the agreement, he was ambushed here, just waiting for Wiggins's English cruiser to open fire, and he could "justifiably" rush out with his soldiers to support Huang Feihong.

Seeing that Huang Feihong could not break Yan Zhendong's golden bell cover iron cloth shirt, and Wiggens never fired a cannon, Ma Peiyuan was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.

"I don't know what's going on over there with Master Feng!"

Just as I was thinking about it, I heard a "bang" of gunfire in the captain's room of the McLiken cruiser!

Did Xu Feng do it?

But...... Wiggens hasn't fired yet!

Ma Peiyuan was stunned, and his brain quickly weighed it.

"Phew!"

He grabbed his official hat and threw it on the ground, "Master Huang and Master A Feng are working hard for the people!" Lao Tzu, as the president of the palace, is hiding behind to weigh it! Lao Tzu wants to be a bloody Tang man today! Brothers, if you are a man, follow Lao Tzu! Kill all those dogs! ”

As he spoke, Ma Peiyuan pulled out a short-handled firearm and rushed out first.

The soldiers of the firearms team were greatly encouraged, followed Ma Peiyuan, and rushed towards the foreign soldiers with shouts.

The foreign soldiers who were watching the duel were taken aback, and hurriedly picked up their long-handled firearms to shoot.

And Huang Feihong and Yan Zhendong completely ignored the rain of bullets around them and continued to attack each other.

At this moment, everything around them is no longer important to them.

Life and death are not important, success or failure is not important, what is important is one breath!

The spirit of a warrior!

"Die, Huang Feihong!"

"I'm the number one in Fushan!"

"No one can save you!"

Yan Zhendong concentrated his strength and grabbed Huang Feihong's throat with a move of eagle claws.

Huang Feihong frowned, no longer dodging, but concentrated all his strength at one point, and with one move, "Flying Crane Hitting Water", the crane-shaped fist stabbed directly into Yan Zhendong's palm!

Yan Zhendong suddenly exclaimed and hurriedly retracted his claws, but it was too late.

Huang Feihong's shot was decisive and swift, and the flying crane hit the water like a long crane's beak, directly penetrating Yan Zhendong's palm!

Click!

Yan Zhendong's entire right arm was broken instantly, and Bai Sensen's bones penetrated his arm, revealing blood!

Break the work!

This is the fate of Yan Zhendong's iron cloth shirt!

This Yan Zhendong is really a master, and he actually hid the weakness of the iron cloth shirt in the sharp eagle claws!

Who would have thought that his most fierce attack would be his most fatal weakness!

Only a grandmaster-level martial artist like Huang Feihong can break his iron cloth shirt!

Huang Feihong didn't wait for Yan Zhendong to retreat and dodge, and kicked Yan Zhendong's heart with a shadowless move!

The golden bell cover iron cloth shirt is essentially a breath of true qi, the real qi is not broken, the flesh skin is a copper wall and an iron wall, once the true qi is broken, the meat is the flesh, and the skin is the skin!

Ordinary skin and flesh can't bear the shadowless feet at all!

Bang bang!

Huang Feihong's shadowless feet directly kicked Yan Zhendong to the reef, and Yan Zhendong screamed and fell on the beach.

He struggled to get up and continue fighting, but as soon as he stood up, a stream of black blood gushed out of his mouth!

Huang Feihong clenched his fists, wanting to step forward and kill Yan Zhendong, but at this time, the foreign soldiers shot at Huang Feihong with long-handled firearms.

Huang Feihong hurriedly dodged and hid behind the reef.

Yan Zhendong was also within the range of firepower, he staggered to his feet, and said in a hoarse voice: "Don't ...... Fire, I haven't ...... yet"

Bang bang!

Before he could get out of the range of fire, the foreign soldier's bullets rained through his body.

An indescribable pain appeared on Yan Zhendong's face.

He treats foreigners as a dog, but in the eyes of foreigners, he is not even as good as a dog.

His body fell heavily on the sand, bleeding profusely and breathing.

He looked at Huang Feihong behind the reef in despair, and muttered, "Master Huang, I...... I regret it......"

After saying that, he completely swallowed his breath.