Chapter 25 Section 6

On the crowded dance floor, at some point, a burly man with a smelly body appeared. His appearance was so abrupt that he immediately attracted everyone's attention. The man had a dark face, with hot iron sand on his shoulders, wearing denim shorts, brown-stained loose underwear, and a pair of sandals that were about to wear out. He stood in the crowd frowning. Because the stench on the man's body was so terrifying that it could not be ignored, several men and women on the dance floor pushed each other out of the way in disgust, gradually leaving a large circle around the man with the stench.

"Ah——" the man raised his hands high and yawned long, the moment his underarms covered with messy hair were exposed, a sour and hot smell raged towards the surroundings, and the radius of the empty circle around the man expanded again. meter. Yes, there is no other possibility. This person is the idiot Iron Sand Palm, Chen Musheng. "Everyone pay attention! Pay attention! I'm sorry! The New Year's Eve party is over. In the next five minutes, this place will become a cemetery for vampires. Please keep order and leave from the gate!" Chen Musheng Speaking unfamiliar Japanese in a loud voice, he put down the extremely heavy iron sand bucket on his back with a bang.

Two strong men in black suits squeezed their noses out of the crowd of onlookers like bodyguards. All the men and women chattered and waited to see the excitement, and the atmosphere became lively again. "Sir, we have to ask you out." The bodyguard showed a displeased expression. "Ah, I'm sorry, I almost forgot that there is a minimum consumption here! Here, give me a glass of orange juice." Chen Musheng took out a few dirty banknotes and handed them carefully to the bodyguard. "..." The two mountain bear-like bodyguards looked at each other, shrugged their shoulders, breathed air from their nostrils, stretched out their hands in disdain, grabbed Chen Musheng's shoulder, and twisted it hard.

"!" Chen Musheng raised his hand casually, and the two burly bodyguards fell back heavily in an instant, and they didn't stop rolling until they hit the wall of screaming people. The bodyguard didn't know where he got the palm. In short, he was like two dead pigs lying on the ground, his fat body twitched occasionally, foaming from the corner of his mouth. "Disbanded, disbanded!" Chen Musheng seemed to be very used to this kind of scene, he stepped forward, scooped up the hot iron sand and splashed it, and the floor was burned into a large area of ​​smoking black.

Everyone screamed in fright, and dodged left and right, for fear of being scalded by the iron sand that was poured carelessly. "Get lost!" Chen Musheng yelled, kicking the rolling iron sand. There was a crackling sound, black smoke billowed from the floor, the smoke sensor device was triggered immediately, the bell rang loudly, and the building's fire pipes immediately sprinkled water down, drenching everyone into a drenched chicken, and everyone ran to the door to escape. The crowd dispersed behind Chen Musheng. Chen Musheng stood in the hot iron sand all over the floor, looking at the large box at the end of the corridor.

"Come out!" Chen Musheng was drenched in the falling water from the ceiling, his dantian agitated and shouted loudly, the ceiling trembled slightly. "What a great hunter, the Chinese New Year's Eve can find it here, tsk tsk." Four tall and thin American vampires walked out of the big box slowly, biting the bloody transparent hose that had just been pulled out at the corner of their mouths. They looked arrogant and did not pay attention to the incoming vampire hunters. From the cobra tattoos on their necks, it can be seen that they are vampire gangsters from San Francisco, belonging to the West Coast of the United States, the most powerful snake gang with white skin.

"Following the stench in your mouth, it's hard not to find it. Come to your senses, I'm the famous vampire hunter, with iron sand palms, Chen, Mu, Sheng!" Chen Musheng folded his hands on his chest, imposing. "Interesting, came to Tokyo and met a guy who dared to call himself a hunter? Ha, the Japanese vampires really brag and don't write drafts, what kind of tourist attractions for vampires hahahaha!" A vampire leaned forward and backward with a smile, walked up to Chen Musheng, Slowly bent down, staring at Chen Musheng who was only a fist away. Chen Musheng stared back hard.

"What did you say your name was? What palm?" The vampire tilted his face, blowing Chen Musheng's cold breath on his face. "Forty-two." Chen Musheng narrowed his eyes and wriggled his fingers. "Huh?" The vampire laughed, the hose biting at the corner of his mouth snapping. "Ah, no, it should be forty-three." Chen Musheng raised his head. "What are you talking about?" the vampire laughed. But he didn't laugh for too long, Chen Musheng's figure suddenly shook, and the vampire's legs immediately lifted off the ground, and suddenly flew into the surrounding floor-to-ceiling glass.

collapse! ——Kuang... The glass shattered! The vampire's eyes were dull, and he fell out of the window in disbelief, and was in midair on the eleventh floor together with the starlight glass shards.Then, there was a long scream and a straight fall! "I said, you are the forty-third vampire killed by me." Chen Musheng said looking at a large piece of shattered floor-to-ceiling windows. "..." The other three vampires didn't panic either, they just glanced at each other with indifferent expressions. Chen Musheng was not surprised by this reaction, because he knew that the real master was not one of the three in front of him, but "that person" who was still hiding in the box.

The fierce murderous aura emanating from "that person" penetrated the wall of the box and froze the air in front of Chen Musheng's nose. "If you don't come out, I'll hit you until you come out!" Chen Musheng was not afraid, his arms twitched, and he stepped forward sharply! The three vampires flew away instantly, surrounding Chen Musheng in the middle. "Now!" The vampire pulled out the snake whip hanging from his waist, and slammed it out through the air, making a muffled sound in the air. Chen Musheng groaned, alertly dodged two of the whips, the whips lashed the ground, the floor exploded without any nonsense, and stone chips flew everywhere.

But the last whip was unavoidable, the black lines twisted and straightened in mid-air, like a poisonous snake, they were drawn towards Chen Musheng. Chen Musheng put his hands on his chest, and he endured this scorching blow. "Crack!" Chen Musheng was in extreme pain, his right hand covering his chest turned red, and his feet were shaken so that he took three steps back. sharp.The whipped vampire secretly marveled. You must know that when a real whip master uses a whip, the force on the whip is definitely more terrifying than "bullets" or "blades" or "axes". The whip is covered with hard snake scales, and the whip bone is full of high-tech The instant attack power erupted by the carbon-plastic fiber when it is swung out at high speed is enough to directly smash through the thick chest of a gorilla, and it can also blow a large dent in the steel plate of a car, not to mention the flesh and blood of a mere human. However, now that the whip hit Chen Musheng's arm, it only left a terrifying red line, which shows Chen Musheng's hard work with the iron sand palm. However, just as Chen Mu was being hit by the third whip, the other two whips launched an offensive again. Swish!Swish! Chen Musheng leaned low to avoid a whip that passed over his head, but let another whip hit his back hard. "Bastard!" Chen Musheng screamed, his body was involuntarily arched into a strange curved shape due to the pain, but the flesh didn't explode, and the whip just left a swollen red streak on his back as usual. The three vampires of the Snake Gang were amazed... how could anyone practice the iron cloth shirt's hard work to such an extent?Could it be that this young idiot has nothing else to do all day, but is practicing kung fu like iron cloth shirt?Otherwise, how could even the back be trained enough to withstand the force of the whip? "Hmph, if I can't kill you, I'll stun you too!" The three vampires of the Snake Gang sneered, and quickly jumped around to whip their whips to attack. The frightening, ugly, and chilling sound of the whips piercing through the air echoed in the dance hall. The floor, the mirrored pillars, the marble slabs of the bar, the hanging neon lights, and the glasses on the table were all unavoidable. They were blasted and mined one by one under the force of the whip, and the flying shattered pebbles and lenses became unavoidable. Long-eyed shotgun weapon.None of the surrounding sofas were intact, the cowhide was cracked, and the cotton wool inside was floating in the air. Unable to avoid all the whips, Chen Musheng struggled to endure the severe pain from the whips on his body, trying to calmly approach one of the vampires for a close confrontation. "Damn it!" But the pain of the whip is far more painful than any attack Chen Musheng has ever suffered. Every time the whip hits his body, Chen Musheng's consciousness will go blank for half a second. Changed position, opened the distance with him again. "Are you still trying to be brave! Hee hee, sooner or later you will be whipped through your iron shirt!" "Kneel down! Hee hee, I'll give you a treat!" "Hee hee, aim for his eyes! Eyes!" If the vampire hadn't been shaken down the stairs just now, it would definitely be doubly difficult to move half a step among the four whips.Are you going to jump down from the broken floor-to-ceiling windows and use hard qigong to land and escape? Chen Musheng thought to himself, another blow hit his calf, and his muscles screamed like tears. "Damn it! Put down the whip if you have the guts, and I'll beat all three of you!" Chen Musheng roared angrily, urging him out with a palm. Of course, this palm failed to hit half of the person, but Chen Musheng's own jaw was hit hard.sky!A lash to the chin was as good as a left hook to the current heavyweight champion. Chen Musheng's neck was raised high, nosebleeds gushed out. Staring blankly at the rapidly rotating ceiling, Master's figure popped out of Chen Musheng's head... If it was the nimble Master Tang Lang who was besieged by the whip now, he would definitely be able to escape all the attacks, right?If it was Master Tang Lang, even if there were more than a dozen more whips, he still wouldn't be able to touch his ghostly and electric Mantis Fist, right?