Special Forces from Fire Phoenix

Siheyuan, quiet and leisurely, no one comes to disturb.

Mr. Dai hadn't finished the meeting yet, so he could only stay here and wait for the time being. With nothing to do, Zhang Lu started to think about practicing.

He had heard from Mr. Chamberlain that the sixth type of fighting art, when practiced to the end, turned into nine attributes, wind, rain, thunder and lightning, earth, water and fire, light and darkness.

At present, I have comprehended the killing power of wind, rain, thunder and lightning, the earth and water, and the next step is the comprehension of the killing power of fire.

But the killing power of the fire has not been sensed for a long time, and I don't know how to cultivate it.

As for the darkness and light in the back, I didn't feel it in the fire killing momentum, so I don't even need to think about it.

Chamberlain came to mind.

Zhang Lu shook his head. The plan really couldn't keep up with the changes. He originally wanted to go home during the holidays. After visiting his grandfather and parents, he took some time to visit his teacher Chamberlain.

But He Zhijun recalled himself to the army with a phone call, and with the sixth sense of war, Zhang Lu hurried to the Army Aviation Brigade to learn fighter piloting.

It was just the first day of practice in the sky, and I haven't had enough flying yet. Dai Lao also called himself to the magic city.

"This holiday is really going non-stop!"

Zhang Lu sighed with emotion, then calmed down and entered the seed world.

When Zhang Lu opened his eyes, he punched and kicked out one move at a time.

This is not an ordinary movement of muscles and bones, but comes with a killing momentum.

One punch bombarded, as fast as lightning.

Then the thunder turned into rain, and the punches continued continuously.

The figure assisted the boxing, leaving afterimages in the courtyard, moving with the wind.

In the end, the punch sounded like a thunderclap, exploding in the courtyard.

Between the bangs, the fallen leaves of the tall and graceful trees were flying.

The fist turned into a palm, and the hands were drawn in a circle, rolling the fallen leaves into two balls, and rotating with the palm, the killing momentum of one hand was extremely thick, and contained invisible power, as if turning and whirling leaves, like hidden weapons that could not be fired.

On the other hand, the killing power of water is as good as water, it looks soft and soft, but there is a hidden edge that makes people unwilling to be underestimated.

There are six kinds of killing moves, each of which has a special artistic conception.

Thunder's killing momentum is thunderous.

The killing power of the wind hides and hides.

The killing power of electricity, thunder and lightning.

The killing momentum of the rain is endless.

The killing power of the earth is thick and majestic.

The killing power of water combines rigidity and softness.

Each move contains six kinds of killing powers, and ordinary punches and palms are so fierce that not ordinary people can resist them.

This is also the terrible killing power of the soldier king. If you don't become the soldier king, in terms of fighting, no matter how strong the special forces are, you will not be the opponent of the soldier king.

Zhang Lu continued to play six kinds of killing power, and in the process of training, he realized the killing power of fire.

What is the Killing Power of Fire?

It is a spark that can start a prairie fire.

Or an all-consuming rage?

Zhang Lu couldn't say it yet, but he felt a little light in his mind, like a small flame.

Pursuing this feeling, the fist changed. This subtle change made Zhang Lu feel that it was not a fighting technique, but a foreign object, such as a sword.

It's a pity that he didn't carry the Amazono Cloud Sword this time.

You can only rely on your fists and feet to slowly comprehend.

The deep courtyard was quiet and serene, but at this moment, because Zhang Lu was practicing his fists and feet, the sound of wind and thunder was rolling.

Xu Zhengyang is the head of the security here. Although he disdains Zhang Lu's status, he is a guest after all. Being able to come here is no small matter, undoubtedly the result of meritorious service.

"Xiao Zhang, Xiao Li, you guys are responsible for standing guard. There are guests coming to live in Dongzi No. [-]. Although they are distinguished guests, they are only behind the general gate. He should not be allowed to intrude in other areas. Pay attention to the reminder, of course the language must be civilized!"

Just as Xu Zhengyang explained a few words, he moved his ears and faintly heard the sound of wind and thunder.

As the head of the guard, he must pay attention to any disturbance.

"It seems that the sound is coming from the courtyard."

Xu Zhengyang frowned, slightly surprised, and full of curiosity, he stepped into the courtyard of the east wing.

As soon as he stepped into the courtyard, Xu Zhengyang stopped in his tracks immediately, his brows were raised up, his forehead and between his brows had obvious vertical and horizontal lines, his pupils were wide open, white pupils were exposed around, and he was staring at the center of the courtyard.

The courtyard was full of the sound of wind and thunder, howling, but no one could be seen at all, only figures wandering around the courtyard.

This is... a national art?

As a bodyguard, he is outstanding in fighting. He has practiced martial arts since he was a child and has a little knowledge of Chinese martial arts.

Although I have practiced for more than ten years, I only dare to call it a little understanding, but not proficient.In modern society, who knows the real martial arts.

And the person in front of him, with the sound of wind and thunder in his hand, looks like a swimming dragon, this is clearly a master of Chinese martial arts.

Where did this master of martial arts come from?

The person who came in today was that young man.

At such a young age, even if you started practicing from the womb, it is impossible to achieve this step. This is clearly close to the realm of a master!

Is it possible for a young man in his 20s to start a school?

Xu Normal's chest heaved for a while, full of doubts, and secretly surprised.

Following a low growl, the big tree shook violently as if being blown by a strong wind, and the leaves fell like rain.

Xu normal is like a spike under his feet, shocked on the spot!

Chapter 1884

Of course Zhang Lu knew that Xu Zhengyang was coming, and he could even feel the change in the other party, shocked and puzzled.