Chapter 8: The Right Hand Mighty

Zhang Yun looked in the direction of the beggar's finger, and three men dressed in black came into view. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info heard that his benefactor was murdered, Zhang Yun didn't think twice, went up and grabbed the collar of the family is punch, "Say!" Where is Wang Manxue! ”

"You don't fucking want to live anymore!" The family is not a vegetarian, and when they saw someone provoking, the three of them went into battle together.

At this time, the flesh reshaped by Wutong Guo Qing Lingquan came in handy, and the fists and feet of ordinary people would not hurt Zhang Yun at all. The three family members were knocked to the ground by Zhang Yun.

"Tell Lao Tzu! Where is Wang Manxue! Zhang Yun stepped on the head of the family and asked, asking hard as he could.

The family who was frightened by him immediately disarmed and surrendered, "Miss Wang, ...... He was imprisoned in a warehouse in the back street by our young master. ”

"What kind of warehouse!"

"There is only one warehouse in the back street, and that is the Wang family...... Yes! Wang Yanshao...... The young master is in there now, let me go! The family wailed in pain.

didn't care about cleaning up this group of dogs, Zhang Yun immediately rushed to the back street, the old man said that the last time he saw Miss Wang was a few days ago, Wang Manxue, Zhang Yun is late, you must hold on!

Inside the Wang's warehouse.

"Chick, you're so tempting, I'm tired of playing with other women once, but you make me feel fresh every time." Wang Yan's obscene smile was overflowing, looking at Wang Manxue lying naked on the ground, his heart was extremely satisfied.

Wang Manxue, who has been numb by Wang Yan, has no attachment to life, and now she hopes to die immediately to make amends to her parents and relatives underground.

"Wang Yan! You brute! An angry roar broke through the door, Zhang Yun rushed in, and couldn't help but be angry when he saw the scene in front of him, "Wang Yan, I'm going to kill you!" ”

"You must be this **** Ruyi Langjun, I might as well tell you, she is very prodigal under me! Hahaha! Wang Yan doesn't think Zhang Yun is good, after all, he is also a person who is favored by the Qingfeng faction, and he can still distinguish one or two about Zhang Yun's depth.

"I'll kill you!" Zhang Yun followed the flow of pure energy in his body, and the energy swam along his meridians to his hand, transforming into a shape in the palm of his hand, and a broken sword leaped into Zhang Yun's hand.

"Haha, are you kidding me, you're going to kill me with this broken short sword?" Wang Yan was obviously amused by Zhang Yun, who was in ragged clothes and holding a broken sword in his hand.

Without waiting for Wang Yan to finish speaking, Zhang Yun pointed his backhand sword at Wang Yan's heart. Zhang Yun joined the kendo club in college, and he still knew some basic moves. He's only now that he feels like what he's been through is really fucking useful.

Wang Yan saw the broken sword coming straight towards him, and hurriedly dodged away, "Don't think you have a weapon!" ”

After he finished speaking, he flipped his palm upward, and a carved dragon long knife was held in his hand. "Look at the move!" After finishing speaking, Wang Yun used his own mastery of "turning the dragon knife", and practiced to the extreme, he could cut the mountain peak with one sword.

When Zhang Yun was on Earth, he had never seen a sword and could practice stunts, and he was slashed by Wang Yan before he could dodge. A long blood mark stretched from Zhang Yun's left arm to his lower abdomen. At this time, the sycamore brand on his back suddenly released brilliance, and a stream of pure blue energy flowed into the wound, slowly healing the terrifying blood marks, but it was obviously extremely slow.

"Your right hand seems to have the power to crack the copy, and when the fight starts, you touch his long knife with your right hand." The sound of wind chimes sounded in Zhang Yun's mind.

You're a sword spirit, listen to you, just do it!

Zhang Yun rushed towards Wang Yan with a slowly repairing body, and everything that happened just now was in an instant.

Wang Yan turned around to set up defenses, worthy of being a person favored by the cultivation sect, and he was obviously more than one line stronger than Zhang Yun, a layman, in terms of martial arts. He put his long knife horizontally and protected his vital points tightly.

But any skill is useless in the face of absolute output, at the moment when the broken sword came into contact with the long knife, the right hand suddenly emitted a burst of purple brilliance, and the long knife seemed to have lost its spirituality, and the steel blade that could still compete suddenly became vulnerable, and the sword was cut off by Feng Qiwu. Breaking through the defense of the long knife, Zhang Yun's offensive was like a bamboo, and the broken sword blade stabbed at Wang Yan. However, what was surprising was that when the sword blade pierced into Wang Yan's body, a sonorous sound of gold and iron handing over sounded. The sword qi raged and tore Wang Yan's shirt to shreds.

It turned out that what resisted Zhang Yun's fatal blow was an armor made of mica steel.

"Ha, haha, hahaha. Unexpectedly, young master, I still have the soft armor of the cultivator's blessing. If it hadn't been for it, I might have been killed by you today! You wait for me, when my uncle arrives, so that you will die without a place to be buried! Wang Yan took off the gold and jade necklace hanging around his neck and crushed it as soon as he could. This is my royal family's special qi life stone, as long as he encounters danger and crushes him, it will not be long before the master of the family will come to the rescue, now young master, as long as I drag you, you will be a dead end! When the time comes, let you go on the road with Wang Manxue's stinky ****! ”

"Hmph, if you don't say that your armor has been blessed by cultivators, I won't be able to kill you, but now I want to thank you for your advice, accept your life!" Zhang Yun attacked Wang Yan with a sword. Thrusting with all his might, the momentum carried by the broken sword shattered the surrounding wooden boxes.

"You're a fool, aren't you? Lao Tzu has said, my soft armor has been blessed by monks, can you still pierce it! Wang Yan roared arrogantly, not dodging or dodging, but standing up and waiting for Zhang Yun's attack.

Zhang Yun turned a deaf ear to his arrogance, stretched out his right hand to touch Wang Yan's armor, a burst of purple light flashed, and the bright armor instantly dimmed. The broken sword pierced into his body like a sliced tofu.

"You! This........ That's impossible! Wang Yan never imagined that his soft armor would be punctured by this little-known stinky boy in front of him! You must know that this armor that has been blessed by cultivators in the Destiny Period, unless the strength is higher than that of the Destiny Period, it can be broken with one blow! "I'm not convinced!" But everything was useless, Wang Yan's life force was quickly devoured by the pierced Feng Qiwu, and in the blink of an eye, he turned into a dry corpse.

Zhang Yun stepped on Wang Yan's corpse and pulled Feng Qiwu out with great effort, and Feng Qiwu, who had escaped from the battle, immediately turned into pure energy and flew back to his body.

"It's hard to pull this guy out if he sticks to his flesh. Hey? What a good thing. As soon as Zhang Yun lowered his head, he saw the black bag beside Wang Yan, it must be something from the young master of the Wang family, don't think about it, just take it and talk about it. The young master of the family must have good things in his hands.

"Stop!" A deep roar sounded behind Zhang Yun, and Zhang Yun turned around to see a tall and burly body. The person who came looked at Wang Yan on the ground and was furious, "You madman, you dare to kill Wang Yishan's son!" Death! He slapped Zhang Yun with a palm.

It's not an exaggeration, Zhang Yun felt that his body was torn apart by this palm, and he almost passed out directly.

"Wang Manxue!" Zhang Yun ignored his injuries and picked up Wang Manxue, who was lying on the side with empty eyes, and ran into the distance.

"Don't want to run away! This slap will kill you! ”