Move a few more times......

When Wang Yong heard these four words, he felt a sense of humiliation rise.

Even if it moves, it should be a man who moves! This sentence belongs to him!

With a click, Wang Yong threw Wei Chong aside. Squinted at Lin Qianyan and didn't dodge anymore.

Seeing this, Lin Qian couldn't help but show a faint smile, as if he was appreciating Wang Yong.

But in Wang Yong's view, this is more like a mockery.

"Weapons are not always an advantage, and a true master is enough to kill the enemy. Wang Yong's body shook, and the bones up and down his body crackled, just like fried beans.

Muscles and bones resonate.

The next moment, Wang Yong's whole person entered a state of unity of bow and horse, his body was like a bow, and his steps were like a horse.

When Lin Qianyan saw Wang Yong's standing posture, the smile on his face immediately disappeared, and was replaced by a touch of solemnity.

She found that Wang Yong's words were not just pretending, but did have a certain strength.

She has killed many people, including martial arts masters and military elites. But she had never seen a person just stand and send chills to her heart.

This also confirms that Wang Yong's ability to kill Dechai is not accidental, but really has this ability.

"You managed to pique my interest. Lin Qianyan's lips opened slightly, and his beautiful teeth faintly flashed between his red lips, but the words he said were full of murderous intent.

When she walked more than ten meters away from Wang Yong, she suddenly stopped.

Wang Yong couldn't help but be stunned.

This distance seems a bit far, right? Even if a master of chemical strength jumps, he may not be able to travel more than ten meters, how could Lin Qianyan, such a delicate girl, burst out with a power that is more ferocious than a tiger?

But in the next second, Wang Yong knew that he was wrong, and his mistake was outrageous.

Because Lin Qianyan is not a tiger, but a human being who is more intelligent than a tiger.

I saw Lin Qianyan pick up the huge sickle in his hand, and with a brush of the sickle, it flew out three meters away and stuck it on the ground, forming a fulcrum.

And Lin Qianyan took advantage of this fulcrum, like a pole athlete rising from the ground, and the sickle fell down and down, instantly spanning a distance of six meters.

The footsteps landed, and with a bang, the sickle was pulled up by her again, and the trick was repeated.

With two consecutive take-offs, the distance of more than ten meters was shortened to less than three meters in an instant.

At this time, Lin Qianyan's figure just reached the apex of the air, and when he jumped down, it was Wang Yong's head.

Wang Yong instinctively sensed the danger, and the bow horse's body instantly expanded, and a huge force erupted under his feet, like a frightened galloping horse, and suddenly flashed to the side.

It turned out that Wang Yong's reaction was extremely correct, because Lin Qianyan actually lifted the scythe underground with both hands in the air, and the scythe slashed out a bright light, and slashed towards the place where Wang Yong was standing just now.

With a bang, all the nearby vegetation shattered, and the ground was cut out of a deep pit.

The power of this blow was really beyond Wang Yong's expectations. Wang Yong couldn't imagine how such a delicate girl could contain so much power in her body.

Where is this sickle, it is clearly a strange knife that kills people and kills horses.

Mo knife, a type of long-handled knife in the Tang Dynasty. Volume 16 of the "Six Classics of the Tang Dynasty" contains: "There are four types of knives: one is called the Yi knife, the second is the obstacle knife, the third is the horizontal knife, and the fourth is the Mo knife. Mo knife, long knife also, held by infantry, Gai Gu's chopping horse, the knife weighs fifteen pounds, also known as the machete, seven feet long, the blade is three feet long, the handle is four feet long, and the iron drill is used underneath. The horse step waterway is salty and available. Lux persists, and those who spin and block with waist force are all powder. ”

That is to say, the soldier took the Mo knife and slashed out, and the opposing cavalry was not only a person, but even the war horse under him would be chopped together and become powder.

"People and horses are broken" is a description of the power of the Mo knife by the ancients.

It's just that Modao is not allowed to accompany the burial, so there has been no real physical excavation in modern times. One can only make conjectures based on historical records.

Wang Yong has also seen several restored Mo knives, but after picking them up and comparing them, they all feel a little wrong. Because of that kind of shape and blade, it can't be done to the point of "everyone is broken".

But now after seeing the Death Scythe in Lin Qianyan's hand, Wang Yong suddenly imagined what the Mo Dao should look like.

That's the total length of three meters, the handle is one meter, and the remaining two meters are all blades. The whole weapon must be at least fifty catties or more, and only such a weight can burst out with great power and produce the effect of a thunderous blow.

Just like Lin Qianyan's scythe.

Click, Lin Qianyan landed on the ground and pulled the sickle out of the soil. didn't look back, and directly danced the sickle in the direction of Wang Yong.

Wang Yong immediately dodged, but only dodged, and Lin Qianyan's sickle followed him like a shadow, and followed again.

The three-meter-long huge weapon was made by her to feel like an embroidery needle. The curved blade of the sickle was always stuck behind Wang Yong like a maggot on the tarsal bone, and from time to time Wang Yong was shocked into a cold sweat.

If the weight is light, Wang Yong can be regarded as understanding the true meaning of these four words.

Wang Yong said it before, a master can kill people without weapons. But now the situation is the opposite of what he said, Wang Yong, who has no weapons, has suffered a lot, and he can't even get close to Lin Qianyan's body.

One inch long and one inch strong, this fist theory was exerted to the extreme by Lin Qianyan.

It's hard to imagine how this woman usually practiced this weapon and practiced it to such an extent.

Wang Yong was at a disadvantage and it was difficult to get out for a while. And Lin Qianyan danced the huge scythe, and it seemed that there was no sign of exhaustion at all. The offensive is getting more and more intensive.

A string of bodhi seeds on her white wrist moved with the wind, making a tinkling sound. As soon as the moonlight shines, there is a faint glow, which is very beautiful.

The yellow flesh has been jaded, and the surface is dotted with irregular black stripes. The 108 small beads were coiled in several circles and wrapped around the arm, and the six disciple beads swirled and flew.

Wang Yong recognized that this kind of Bodhi was called Thousand-Eyed Bodhi. It is the hardened endosperm of raffia, and it is named because there are many natural spots on the surface, as if there are many eyes.

The thousand-eyed Bodhi blooms and bears fruit for forty years, and only blooms once in his life, bears fruit once, and then the whole plant dies. A lifetime of hard work is for the moment of blooming.

Wang Yong suddenly thought of the woman in front of him, does she also have the same life experience and story?

"Dare to be distracted by fighting me, looking for death!" Lin Qianyan didn't know what Wang Yong was thinking at this time, but saw that Wang Yong had been staring at the thousand-eyed Bodhi on her wrist, and couldn't help but sneer.

With a sudden flick of his wrist, the thousand-eyed Bodhi was like a swaying pearl fruit, shining brightly in the moonlight.

A little light reflected into Wang Yong's eyes, although it was only for a short moment, it also made Wang Yong in a trance.

And how could Lin Qianyan let go of this opportunity? The sickle brush that had been sticking to Wang Yong flew up, and the sickle blade wrapped around Wang Yong's back, and Wang Yong was about to be cut in half from behind.

At the moment of emergency, although Wang Yong couldn't see the specific situation clearly, he could rely on his instinct to move forward.

It's really like a tall horse running in pain, and the distance of more than three meters was suddenly jumped by Wang Yong.

The speed was so fast that Lin Qianyan was a little caught off guard.

"Chance!"

After Wang Yong got close, he suddenly felt happy in his heart. Earlier, the scythe had entangled him like a maggot on a tarsal bone, blocking his path. made it impossible for him to deceive Lin Qianyan into the palace. But now Lin Qianyan thought that he could kill Wang Yong, so he gave up the blockade.

Unexpectedly, Wang Yong borrowed his strength and suddenly entered the range of Lin Qianyan's side.

At this distance, the three-meter-long scythe has become a burden, and it cannot be used at all.

The only thing that can be used is short weapons and fists and kicks.

The corners of Wang Yong's mouth sneered, and he had the meaning of mocking Lin Qianyan's "stealing chickens does not make rice".

Bang!

Wang Yong's arm shook, his fist was hidden at the bottom of his elbow and burst out, and the sound was roaring, like a cannonball.

He had to seize this opportunity to kill Lin Qianyan neatly, otherwise it would be Wang Yong's dilemma again when Lin Qianyan moved out of the distance.

Lin Qianyan also seemed to know Wang Yong's thoughts, but she had no fear at all, and even winked at Wang Yong gracefully.

Wang Yong was stunned for a moment, instinctively feeling that it was not good. But I don't know what's wrong.

snorted, until a dagger was pulled out of the handle of the sickle by Lin Qianyan and slashed towards Wang Yong's chest. Only then did Wang Yong know the reason.

This scythe is simply a small arsenal!

There are firearms sniping at a distance, a scythe sweep at a medium distance, and a dagger stab at close range, all of which are taken into account in the distance, middle and near, where are the shortcomings?

Wang Yong just wanted to greet the family of the designer of this weapon. Is the old mother safe?

Caught off guard, Wang Yong's chest was instantly scratched with a scar.

The placket of his shirt was torn, and a finger-long blood mark was revealed.

Lin Qian looked at Wang Yong's exposed muscles, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and he said, "Ouch, I can't see that I am thin and thin, I am quite meaty!"

This woman, at the moment of life and death, even has an air-conditioning drama Wang Yong.

"Not only is there meat here! There is a place where labor and management have more meat, do you want to see it!" After seeing the blood, the anger in Wang Yong's heart suddenly skyrocketed a lot.

During this time, he has been suppressed by Lin Qianyan, and his anger has already been full, so he is about to make a big move.

"Hooligans!" Lin Qianyan said with a shy face.

Immediately after that, Lin Qianyan's face changed suddenly, and she only heard a buzzing sound, and the sickle she was holding in her other hand trembled.

It was like an earthquake, the humming sound did not stop, and the high-speed tremor was transmitted to the palm of her hand, making her unable to hold it.

Looking at the other end of the sickle, it was Wang Yong's fist hitting it.

Erection sent a dark force that caused the whole body of the sickle to tremble.

With a bang, the huge scythe fell to the ground. Lin Qianyan's biggest reliance is gone.

Although Lin Qianyan still had a dagger in his hand, Wang Yong was not afraid.

There was a hissing sound in the air, and those who didn't know it thought they were surrounded by poisonous snakes, but in fact it was the sound of Wang Yong's arm driving the air.

Xingyi fist, serpentine.

The serpentine shape is like digging up the soil, digging up the clods of soil in the ground.

Wang Yong's fist turned into a green snake, bursting out with a strong drilling force, trying to drill into Lin Qianyan's body.

As long as Lin Qianyan is hit, the next squeeze will naturally come out. Lin Qianyan will also be like a layer of soil, dug out a large piece of flesh by Wang Yong's fist.

"Go!" Wang Yong was extremely fast, and as soon as his wrist moved, his fist had already reached Lin Qianyan's chest.