The words of the blood-clothed monk were very arrogant, but in fact, he was shocked in his heart!

His right hand and arm were shaking.

In the confrontation just now, it seems that Chen Yang has suffered a big loss, but in fact, he is the one who suffers the most!

Chen Yang only flew out a few meters away, but his right hand was comminuted and fractured, and his right arm was also in a state of dislocation, and he couldn't use his strength for a long time.

The Golden Bell Jar is meant to increase the hardness of the body, and the Dragon Claw Hand can also greatly enhance the defense of the claw.

The combination of the two is enough to make the blood-clothed monk's right hand split into gold and stone, which is indestructible.

As a result, Chen Yang broke through all defenses with one punch and directly shattered his bones.

The power is simply staggering.

But for the sake of face, the blood-clothed monk still pretended to have no, and coldly said cruel words to Chen Yang.

Ye Shilin directly said angrily at the blood-clothed monk: "If you dare to kill him, I will definitely not let you go!"

Chen Yang made a weak look, leaned into Ye Shilin's ear and whispered: "Little sister, this monk is indeed very strong, I will go up and drag him in a while, you run quickly!"

After finishing speaking, he violently pushed Ye Shilin away and rushed towards the blood-clothed monk again.

The blood-clothed monk originally wanted to use words to intimidate Chen Yang into surrendering.

When he couldn't figure out the depth of Chen Yang, he didn't want to continue to work with Chen Yang.

But he didn't expect Chen Yang to be so upright, he wasn't frightened by his words at all, and he rushed over again.

In desperation, the blood-clothed monk gritted his teeth and waved his left fist towards Chen Yang.

After Chen Yang pounced, he was extremely dexterous enough to dodge the blood-clothed monk's left fist, and bent down to hug the blood-clothed monk's body.

The blood-clothed monk was stunned and didn't see clearly how Chen Yang dodged his punch.

But at this time, he didn't have time to think about it, so he subconsciously picked up his left fist and hammered it at Chen Yang.

Chen Yang's face suddenly showed a painful expression.

While screaming, he shouted at Ye Shilin: "Sister, I've already dragged him, you run quickly, we can't both die here, we can run one by one!"

Ye Shilin was so moved that she was about to cry.

But she didn't listen to Chen Yang's words, turned around and ran away.

As a people's policeman, she couldn't watch Chen Yang being violently beaten by a monk in bloody clothes, but she fled without a fight.

She quickly picked up the pistol that was thrown on the ground by the blood-clothed monk just now, pointed at the blood-clothed monk and said, "Hurry up and stop, don't beat him again, otherwise I will shoot!"

The blood-clothed monk did not respond to Ye Shilin's words, and was still beating Chen Yang violently, seemingly fierce.

But he was already on the verge of crying in his heart.

On the surface, he was beating Chen Yang.

But in fact, every time he punched Chen Yang, he felt an even greater force, pouring into his body along the position where Chen Yang was holding him, impacting his internal organs.

He punched Chen Yang more than 20 times, and Chen Yang was still screaming with full anger, but a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

He didn't know what Chen Yang was feeling now, he only felt that his whole body was in severe pain, and his internal organs were about to crack.

The blood-clothed monk knew he had encountered a hard stubble.

If he encountered such a powerful and strange opponent in normal times, he would definitely turn around and flee immediately, and he would not take any risks.

But now, he was hugged by Chen Yang, and he couldn't break free at all, so naturally he couldn't escape.

He could only keep picking up his fists and hammering Chen Yang, hoping to cause a little damage to Chen Yang, so as to relax his imprisonment and give himself a chance to escape.

Ye Shilin saw that the blood-clothed monk was still beating Chen Yang, and her heart was suddenly extremely anxious.

She really wanted to shoot the blood-clothed monk immediately and save Chen Yang.

But because Chen Yang and the blood-clothed monk were so entangled that they were too tight, and the bodies of the two people were still moving.

Ye Shilin was afraid that she would accidentally injure Chen Yang when she fired, so she didn't dare to shoot.

After aiming for a while, Ye Shilin still didn't find a chance to shoot.

She couldn't help shouting at Chen Yang: "Hurry up and let go, don't hold him anymore, if you don't let go, you will be beaten to death!"

Chen Yang shouted: "No, I must hold him, otherwise, he will hurt you, you go quickly, don't worry about me!"

His voice was full of anger.

If there was a knowledgeable Chinese medicine practitioner present, he would definitely judge from his voice that Chen Yang was now robust, and he had not been hurt at all.

But Ye Shilin is not a Chinese medicine practitioner.

So she didn't see that Chen Yang's pain was all pretended.

She thought that Chen Yang was really beaten miserably by the blood-clothed monk.

This made Ye Shilin's heart moved and worried.

She really wanted to rescue Chen Yang, but she couldn't think of any good way for a while.

At this time, a burst of sirens suddenly sounded at the entrance of the alley.

Ye Shilin was suddenly overjoyed.

She immediately turned around and waved at the entrance of the alley and said, "The blood-clothed monk is here, come quickly, don't let him run away!"

The blood-clothed monk's expression suddenly turned frightened.

Just listening to the sound of sirens, he could tell that there were at least twenty police cars outside.

If there are four people in each police car, it means that nearly 100 police officers have arrived.

He didn't dare to face so many police officers in his heyday, not to mention that he was still injured now, so he didn't dare to face so many policemen.

At this time, the blood-clothed monk's desire to escape was unprecedentedly strong.

He hammered Chen Yang's body with all his strength, and yelled while hammering back: "Bastard, hurry up and let go of the Buddha, otherwise the Buddha I will kill you, poof!"

In the end, the blood-clothed monk couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood.

His internal injuries are getting worse and worse, and he is still angry!

The blood-clothed monks were actually a little desperate.

He felt that he could not break free from Chen Yang's confinement at all.

However, at the moment when his mouthful of blood just spurted out, Chen Yang let go of his waist, and quickly took a few steps back, falling to the ground.

It looked like Chen Yang had been beaten away by the blood-clothed monk.

But in fact, Chen Yang just didn't want his clothes to be stained with the blood spurted out by the blood-clothed monk, so he deliberately flew out.

The blood-clothed monk didn't know what Chen Yang was thinking.

He also thought that Chen Yang couldn't withstand his heavy blow, so he took the initiative to retreat.

The blood-clothed monk suddenly laughed and said: "Haha, it's still a poor monk with superior skills, boy, the mountains and rivers meet, the poor monk takes a step first, your little life and the poor monk will take it away in the future, you will definitely die!"

After saying that, the blood-clothed monk immediately turned around and ran towards the depths of the alley.

Chen Yang made a weak look and struggled to stand up.

Then he covered his chest and shouted at the blood-clothed monk: "Don't go, there is a kind of comparison with the master, see if I don't fight, you are looking for teeth all over the ground, cough cough!"

When the blood-clothed monk heard Chen Yang's words, he ran faster.

By the time the policemen rushed through the alley, the blood-clad monk had already disappeared.

(End of chapter)