Chapter 5 You are dead

He suddenly punched at such a close distance. If the ordinary master had no time to react, he would have been attacked. Fortunately, as the head of the Yue family, the middle-aged man is naturally a little higher than that of ordinary masters.

He held the iron fist that hit Lao San's chest with one palm, and hit the old three spiritual cover with his right hand, but he was also held by the other party's raised arms. The strong wind was turbulent and the inner breath was turbulent. The two of them clenched their fists and confronted each other like a bullfight.

The change came so fast that the Yue family around them didn't have time to react at all. But he heard the Chinese army shouting loudly, "Kill!" The sound wave condenses like substance, bringing the wind to the surface. People saw that his long figure had jumped in front of the middle-aged man and raised his hand and patted him in the man's heart. At this time, the man was competing with the robber Lao San and couldn't pull out his hand to fight at all. If the Chinese army was slapped, he would be disabled if he didn't die.

At that time, she only heard a sharp sound of breaking the sky. Mrs. Yue's long sword turned into a dazzling rainbow and stabbed straight to the right shoulder of the Chinese army. If the Chinese army continues to move forward, the whole arm will be cut off by the extremely sharp sword spirit. So he had to retract his right arm halfway, suddenly rotated half a circle, and hit Mrs. Yue's sword with his left elbow. The long sword was suddenly pulled away from its original trajectory. Mrs. Yue's wrist was numb by the huge force from the sword. The long sword almost flew away, and her body was also taken to the side.

Huajun was not soft-hearted because the other party was a female. When Mrs. Yue lost her balance, he brazenly punched her door. Seeing that Mrs. Yue's beauty was about to be destroyed by the murderer, a big blue-boned hand stretched out from the side, grabbed the Chinese army's fist and pulled his whole body aside.

Huajun was shocked that the Yue family still had such a master! He felt that the big hand that held him was as strong as a rock, and the power in his hand was no less than himself. He raised his head and saw the old face of the man, the tall old servant of the Yue family. The old servant grabbed him in one hand and grabbed his chest with his claws in the other hand.

"Go to hell!" The Chinese army roared and stepped heavily on the ground with his right foot, shaking the whole temple. The old servant's right arm shook violently and immediately let him break free. He opened the old servant's left paw and strode back.

At this time, more than 40 robbers had rushed over with weapons and fought with the Yue family. The robbers have not officially practiced martial arts and killed with a blood. The Yue family organized a simple crane wing array to protect the young master and lady in it, and resisted the attack of the robbers with some basic swordsmanship. The combat power on both sides is roughly the same, and the killing is vivid, which also makes Qin Yan in the corner of the wall interesting.

Although the fight between these ordinary Jianghu people is not as thrilling as the masters of this family, they have a unique flavor in the plain. These people don't seem to know how to use their skills. Obviously, they have such deep internal strength, but they have to attack their opponents through physical contact, which is simply too vulgar in his opinion. However, this kind of vulgar punching to meat is more ornamental and makes people's blood boil. If you change yourself and others haven't seen what's going on, you will be dead. What are you looking at?

Just as he was a little distracted, the situation changed again. The reason is that the internal competition between the middle-aged man and the robber Lao San has ended. Lao San suffered some internal injuries and is being suppressed by the head of the Yue family. Mrs. Yue also freed her hands and found that her family's formation was about to be dispersed by the robbers. Young Master Yue and Miss Yue trembled with fear in the middle, and immediately staged a powerful drama of a female tiger. A single sword rushed into the group of robbers, killing them to cry and cry and pee.

The blood rain sprinkled all over the sky in the snowy sword light. Mrs. Yue waved like electricity, leaving a broken limb and arm all the way. Her graceful posture seemed to dance in the blood light, as if she had returned to the cool appearance of the Qingxia fairy back then.

The young master and young lady of the Yue family have never seen their mother perform so fiercely that they opened their mouths and opened their eyes straight.

"Ah--" A robber was kicked up by Mrs. Yue and cried miserably and hit the wall. The place where he was about to fall was the fire that Qin Yan finally set up.

Can't let him put out the fire! Qin Yan leaned down and stretched out his hand, gently pressed his palm on the back of the person, used softness to resolve the rapid momentum, and took the man aside.

With his obstruction, the robber was not hurt. He didn't care, and didn't expect the robber to appreciate his life-saving grace, but continued to watch the heroic posture of Mrs. Yue in the group of thieves.

"Mrs. Yue is really good at it." He secretly admired in his heart. Mrs. Yue's own internal strength is not strong, but she can exert the unfathomable power of the sword in her hand, and use the light of the sword to show her quick and strange body, so that a group of robbers can't even touch the corners of her clothes. In this way, although Pei Luoshan is only a second-rate sect, his swordsmanship is extraordinary.

Qin Yan began to simulate in his mind, and such swordsmanship must be able to exert greater power in his hand.

When he was concentrating, a wind suddenly came to his ears, which suddenly woke him up from the spiritual simulation. He instinctively shrank his head to avoid the attack. He turned his head angrily and saw the robber who was rescued by him rushing at him with a ferocious smile.

What's going on? The young master is your savior. Is that how you repay the young master?

Qin Yan was so puzzled that he couldn't help using the search spell on the man in front of him, and suddenly felt the complex and disordered emotional fluctuations in the bottom of the other party's heart.

It turned out that the robber was not injured after being blocked by him. He rolled on the ground twice and got up. He looked at both sides and saw the two people closest to him: one was Qin Yan, who huddled in the corner to watch the bustle, and the other was Mrs. Yue, who shuttled through the bloody rain like a ghost. This man had just walked in front of the ghost gate and burst into tears. The panic and horror in his heart was beyond words, and he found that he had not been kicked to death. His excitement and ecstasy were even stronger, and he urgently needed to find a channel to vent it. As for who to vent, isn't this choice simple compared with Mrs. Yue?

So the robber immediately raised his knife and cut Qin Yan, and scolded, "Damn beg, dare to hit your uncle--"

The sound of broken bones sounded, and the robber's scolding stopped abruptly. He lowered his head and looked at the palm printed on his chest in amazedly. He couldn't believe the facts in front of him for a moment. What are you looking at? You're dead. Go down quickly. Qin Yan whispered in his ear, with a devilish smile on the corners of his mouth.

There was a sound in the robber's throat, as if he wanted to say something. However, because his heart was shattered and his vitality was lost, he had no strength to say this again. He tried his last strength and only lasted for two seconds. Without making any meaningful sound, he tilted his neck and came to Qin Yan.

Qin Yan leaned away and let the robber's body hit the fire and creaked by the flames, emitting a burning smell. He bent his fingers, and the waist knife thrown by the robber on the ground automatically fell into his hand. He looked at the Chinese army and Lao San, who were fighting fiercely in the field, and walked towards them.

Sirty and humble things like this should not exist in the world at all! I am responsible for my aesthetics!