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Chapter 68 Legs like scimitars

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    "What's wrong?"

    "It's okay, someone seems to be staring at me, maybe it's an illusion."

    Guo Huang has not reached the level where he can predict without seeing or hearing. Although he felt that someone looked at him with hostile eyes, it was like an illusion and could not be determined, but he did not take it to heart. There are almost no other people who can threaten him in this world.  Of course, in addition to the ace sniper shooting him three thousand meters away, he can easily escape from a direct confrontation with soldiers with live ammunition. And now that he has a powerful weapon that can communicate with his sixth sense, Guo Huang is even more confident.

    Arriving at the top of the apartment, Guo Huang took a look and found that the structure of his apartment was not much different from that of his own apartment in Ghost Father's World. However, there was floor-to-ceiling glass in the front section of the hall. Once opened, there was a dark rooftop. This rooftop only belonged to the Busushima family. If  If it were Guo Huang, he would at least decorate the rooftop, at least get some potted plants and the like, but there is nothing here.

    ¡°It¡¯s so monotonous and boring.¡±

    Guo Huang couldn¡¯t help but say what he was thinking. Busushima Yako looked at him with strange eyes and said:

    "Bedzhu City is close to the sea, and typhoons often come. If you put a potted plant on the 45th floor and it blows down, wouldn't it be as dangerous as a bomb?"

    "Well, I forgot about this, but I always thought your house had a Japanese-style courtyard or something."

    "It used to be true, but the maintenance of this kind of house consumes energy and money, so it can only be sold. And there is a mystery behind my father's purchase of this place."

    Busujima Yaozi came to the rooftop, and Guo Huang followed him out. This rooftop didn't even have iron railings. It was so windy that ordinary people probably wouldn't dare to come up there. There was still a half-person-high cement guardrail around the edge. Under the guardrail, there was  People are dizzy on the road below.  Yako Busujima stood up familiarly, and people who didn't know better thought she was going to jump off the building.

    The concrete steps were less than a foot wide, and the night wind was very strong, making people's clothes flutter and Busujima Yako's long hair flying. For ordinary people, let alone standing on it, just looking at it would make you feel a kind of legs and feet.  Feeling weak and dizzy.  Looking down from the top of a building on the 40th or 50th floor will give you the same feeling.  Yako Busujima was not afraid. She dexterously made several kendo slashing movements with both hands on it, such narrow cement steps, such height, and such strong night wind.  None of it seemed to affect her at all.

    "I understand, uncle is trying to train your courage. Whether your martial arts skills are good or not depends on your courage, but it is too dangerous after all."

    Guo Huang had been told as early as in Liangshanbo that if he wanted to become a master, he had to practice kung fu with his head raised and risk his life. When he practiced plum blossom stakes, the wooden stakes were only the size of the mouth of a bowl, two meters high, and there were sharp weapons underneath.  If he fell, he would become a skewer. Two unscrupulous guys would try to rip him off. He would often fall, but in the end he would be picked up by two masters with bamboo poles. This is the training method of Shang Daoshan. Guo Huang still remembers it after all this time.  Clearly.

    "Forgetting both things and myself, knowing life and death, stealing the secret of heaven."

    After Busujima Yako hummed, he jumped back from the cement platform to the rooftop and said:

    ¡°It¡¯s too late, I went there to get a change of clothes and some daily necessities.¡±

    Guo Huang nodded. After Busushiya entered, he jumped onto the concrete guardrail. Even he felt frightened because his maximum jumping height was 15 meters. If he exceeded that, he would be like ordinary people.  , looking downstairs from a height of hundreds of meters, I was a little panicked. It was really hard for Busushima Yazi to be so relaxed. Suddenly Guo Huang was surprised, because he saw some lights on the street not far away, and he  My eyesight is very good, and I can see that it is a motorcycle. Why are there still motorcycles gathering so late? Could it be the legendary Bosozoku?

    "It's been a long wait, the things are almost ready, let's go back."

    The voice of Busushima Yaozi came. Guo Huang nodded, jumped down from the rooftop, came to Busushima Yaozi and helped her lift the baggage, and couldn't help but say:

    "Don't we all use bags to carry things nowadays? Using leather to wrap things is a bit old-fashioned, but it can be seen that your apartment still maintains some Japanese style."

    Busujima Yaozi locked the door and got into the elevator with Guo Huang. Guo Huang said:

    ¡°Isn¡¯t it okay if you¡¯re not at home for a long time?¡±

    "There will be part-time workers who will do it every three days. The property management fee for a year has been paid in full, so there is no problem."

    After going down the stairs, as soon as he went out, a gust of cold wind blew, which made Guo Huang feel a little chilly. Busujima Yaozi also shrank her body slightly. Guo Huang reached out to her, releasing some energy heat, and said:

    "I didn't expect the temperature difference between day and night to become so big. It must be windy."

    Busujima Yaozi didn¡¯t say a word at all, silentlyNestled in Guo Huang's arms, at this moment, the two of them felt their eyes dazzled, and then they saw several motorcycles parked at the intersection in front of them at some point, shining their high beams on them.  The motorcyclists all had weird hairstyles and weird clothes. One of them had rings on his ears, nose, and mouth. Guo Huang estimated that he must have been a cow in his previous life, and he would be uncomfortable without rings in this life.

    "Hey, look what I saw? A young couple eloping late at night? Haha, or a male and female thief?"

    That was all because a certain motorcycle rider in Tamaki screamed strangely, causing several people around him to laugh strangely, and their eyes were staring at Busujima Yako wantonly, as if they were looking at a plate of delicious food.

    "Hey, boy, how about lending us your woman for fun? Don't worry, we will give you a large amount of money as a compensation fee."

    Faced with such an obvious provocation, Guo Huang looked at them coldly and said:

    "roll."

    "Baga, he is really arrogant. Come on, brothers, teach him a lesson."

    "Ouch."

    Several bosozokus howled, started their motorcycles, and made a loud roar. The one with the earrings took the first step, and then hit Guo Huang like a horse running off the reins. The one with the earrings took it from the base of the motorcycle.  The metal baseball bat was released, and then the impact of the motorcycle was like an ancient cavalry attack, mowing grass to eliminate the opponent's infantry group. Busujima Yako's heart tightened, and he instinctively held it to his waist, but found that he did not bring the wooden sword.  , Guo Huang pushed her back to the apartment with a gentle push, dropped the package and rushed forward.

    When the man and the car were less than two wheels away, the soles of Guo Huang's feet jumped up like springs. At this moment, the instep and tibia flexed and stretched like a scimitar, fiercely sweeping towards the head and neck of the knight on the car.

    This is the most powerful "vertical kick" among many karate kicks, also called "Brazilian kick". It uses the flexibility of the human hip and knee joints to twist the body and throw one leg out like a whip. It is very  The typical move "Whip Kick" is very powerful in sweeping power, and is also known as the "Full Moon Scimitar" in karate.

    Without any suspense, the earrings were kicked away by Guo Huang's scimitar. He fell off the motorcycle and rolled several times in a row like a gourd on the ground. His motorcycle also lost control.  He fell, causing violent sparks to rub on the ground.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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