Yaoyang was more than a dozen steps away from Wang Jun, and the strength of the chair thrown out of this time was very strong, and he saw the wooden chair "whistling" in the air, smashing in front of the group of knife hands.

With a "click", the chair smashed and shattered, which also alarmed the guests in the hot pot restaurant. Suddenly there was a lot of chickens and dogs, and ghosts cried and wolves howled.

Wang Jun was looking at the menu, and only then did he wake up. He turned around and caught a glimpse of the group of knife hands, and immediately jumped on the table like monkeys, kicking a hot pot over.

The spicy soup of the hot pot splashed all over the sky, and a few hot knife hands screamed, Wang Jun took advantage of the chaos and came to Yaoyang's side with a few vertical jumps.

"What's going on?" Yaoyang asked.

"Don't talk about it yet, let's go!" Wang Jun pulled Yaoyang's arm and rushed out of the hot pot restaurant.

rushed to the door, and a knife light struck, and it turned out that there were also a few knife men in ambush here!

These swordsmen are very cunning, and the targets of the attack are Wang Jun and Yaoyang's legs, if they are stabbed, they will definitely not be able to escape.

Seeing the knife sweeping over, Yao Yang snorted in his mouth, stretched out his hand and pushed Wang Jun's back, and a wave of the internal force of the Northern Spiritual Skill spit out, instantly pushing Wang Jun out of the attack range of the sword light.

At the same time, Yao Yang unleashed Ling Bo's micro-step, his feet slipped, and he turned around, and he was able to dodge from the edge of the blade. This dance is like a body and a knife, and it is really thrilling.

"Huh!" The swordsman in ambush obviously didn't expect Yaoyang's body to be so weird, and he couldn't help but be stunned when he missed the blow.

Where would Yaoyang let go of such a good opportunity, he flew up and kicked out, hitting the chest of a knife hand, and with the power of this kick, Yaoyang turned over and rushed out of the store, yelling at Wang Jun: "Run!" ”

"Whoop...... Wang Jun and Yaoyang fled desperately in the alley, and behind them were seven or eight fierce swordsmen. The machetes in their hands were shining brightly in the moonlight, exuding a blinding chill.

"What enemy have you provoked?" Yao Yang glanced back, feeling that these people didn't look like ordinary gangsters, otherwise they couldn't be so fast, like kraft candy, they couldn't get rid of it.

"It should be someone from the Big Green Gang!" Wang Jun cursed, "They're back again!" ”

He paused and said, "Yaoyang, this matter has nothing to do with you, I'll lure them away, you go quickly!" ”

"Do you think I'm going to leave you and run for my life, isn't it me a brother?" Yaoyang burst into a foul mouth, "Aren't there just seven or eight people, them!" ”

"Are you sure?" Wang Jun was taken aback, "I don't think they're mediocre!" ”

"You can't forget that I'm the legendary Kawakami Crane, right?" Yaoyang smiled.

Wang Jun was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered the sensation Yaoyang created in Bohai College. Although he didn't know how this good brother who grew up together since childhood could cultivate such a wonderful body, when he thought of the pictures in those videos, he suddenly had confidence.

"That's right, them!" Wang Jun also came to be arrogant.

"Here's for you." Yaoyang took off the tracker and threw it to Wang Jun, "If you see it, you will pierce it in the stomach, and you will be disemboweled!" ”

"Hehe, you don't need to teach this." Wang Jun grinned, with the knife in his hand, he seemed to have a bit of the demeanor of a gangster.

Since they decided to fight back, the two looked for favorable terrain. Seeing that there was a narrow alley in front of him, he rushed into it without thinking.

"Chase! Don't let them run! "Many knife men rushed into the alley, because the relationship was too narrow, at most two people could be side by side, and no more could be squeezed through.

"Look at me!" Yao Yang saw that the opponent's numerical advantage could not be brought into play, so he simply did not escape, stopped and turned to face the pursuers, his feet slightly apart, and put on an attack posture like a shadow.

The two knife men saw Yao Yang blocking the way, and cursed angrily, and the two machetes fell down.

A cold light flashed in Yaoyang's eyes, and he took a step diagonally, his feet shot out like a series of cannonballs, and the two knife hands only felt a flower in front of them, and under the huge shock of their wrists, the knife was kicked away by Yaoyang.

"It's a pity!" Yaoyang sighed in his heart. The reaction of these two knife hands was very fast, otherwise Yaoyang's two kicks would not only kick the flying knife, but even their wrists would have been broken.

"Look for death!" The two swordsmen lost their knives, but they were still brave, and they danced their fists and smashed them into Yaoyang's chest.

Yaoyang took Ling Bo's slight steps, and slightly leaned through the gap between the fists of the two, and with one hand, he clasped the wrists of the two respectively.

The two knife hands were about to break free, and suddenly they both showed surprised expressions, they only felt that the wrist that was grabbed was sore, and they couldn't exert any strength.

"How?" The two of them were busy transporting their strength, but they only felt that the strength of their bodies was like a mud cow entering the sea, and the more they tried hard, the more sore and weak they became, and they were a little unstable even standing up.

How did they know that the thumb that Yao Yang pinched their wrists was where the Shaoshang acupoint was located, and it was also one of the channels for the Taiyin Lung Meridian of the Northern Spiritual Skill to absorb internal force, and they were desperately urging them to exert themselves, just like sending them to Yao Yang, all of them flowed into Yao Yang's meridians.

Yaoyang didn't plan to use the Northern Spiritual Skill to absorb internal force, but he only felt that the heat flowing through the bodies of the two of them was extremely comfortable.

"Haha!" Yaoyang was overjoyed in his heart, knowing that it was the power of the Northern Spiritual Skill, of course he refused to let go anymore. Seeing that the knife hand behind him rushed over and slashed indiscriminately, he hurriedly grabbed the two unlucky ghosts with both hands and blocked them in front of him, and the other party threw a mouse bogey, so he could only scream, but he had no way to take Yaoyang.

"Hey, what are you two doing, get rid of him quickly!" The leader of the knife hands shouted angrily.

The two knife hands complained bitterly in their hearts, they didn't want to get rid of Yaoyang, but no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't move, but they felt that their internal strength couldn't stop passing. Yaoyang is a Northern Spiritual Skill, the visualization is like a vast ocean, and the two swordsmen are at best a stream in the countryside, where can they compete? At the beginning, the internal force was transmitted to Yaoyang when it was urging, but later, the internal force was like a wild horse that had escaped, desperately pouring into Yaoyang's body, and it couldn't be stopped at all!

"Save ...... Help me! The two knife men were shocked and shouted in unison.

The knife hand behind felt strange, reached out to grab them and said, "Hey, what's wrong?" ”

As soon as their hands touched their companions in front of them, they felt that their palms were slightly sore, as if their strength had been lost all at once.

This is the power of the Northern Spiritual Skill, don't look at the two people in between, you can still connect Yaoyang and the people behind you through the meridians all over the human body. This time is equivalent to the internal force of the people behind passing through the people in front of them, and they all poured into Yaoyang's body.

"What's going on!" The knifeman in the back also screamed.

At this moment, the Yaoyang Northern Spiritual Skill has been fully activated, and in addition to his own internal force, there are two more swordsmen in his body, and he seems to have opened a floodgate, and he can't help but let these people's internal force not drill into it.

"Mom, what's going on?" Several knife hands were connected in a string, and the strange screams were repeated.

The leader of the knife hand was dumbfounded, and he also reached out to pull it, and shouted, "What the hell are you doing? ”

When he grabbed it, his face suddenly changed slightly, and he hurriedly wanted to shake his hand away.

It's a pity that Yaoyang has become a big magnet, don't think about escaping if you get it, the Northern Spiritual Skill is mighty, and under the wild sucking and pulling, the palm of the knife hand leader seems to be stuck to his companion's body, and he can't break free no matter what.

At the beginning, the internal force was like a stream of water flowing into the sea, the speed was not fast, and when so many people joined together, it was like a small river, Yaoyang only felt that bursts of heat in the meridians were surging, and his whole body was extremely comfortable, and he almost screamed.

This group of knife hands squeezed one after the other, and the internal force went faster and faster. They weren't masters in the first place, and their internal strength was limited, so they were soon sucked up and fell down softly.

Wang Jun looked at the knife hand on the ground in disbelief, thinking that Yaoyang had used some poison.

Seeing that this group of people first screamed, then moaned, and soon their breath was dying, and they couldn't scream a word. It wasn't until the last trace of internal force in their bodies was sucked dry that Yaoyang let go of his hands with satisfaction.

"Yaoyang, what's going on?" Wang Jun asked in horror.

"It's a martial art, don't ask more." Yaoyang only felt that the meridians were swollen and full, and the dantian was even more depressed, and there was a feeling that he had eaten too much. He shook his head and motioned for Wang Jun not to ask again.

Wang Jun also knew that the stakes were high, he gritted his teeth, walked to the group of knife hands, raised and fell with his hands, and killed them all one by one.

"Only God knows, you know, I know." Wang Jun was sure that everyone was dead, and Chong Yaoyang grinned.

Yao Yang glanced at the dead corpses all over the ground, sighed, and said, "This is also what they brought on themselves. I'm going back to my dorm to take a break, are you with me? ”

"Let's go!" Wang Jun cleaned up the traces left at the scene, and the two disappeared into the night together.

Back in the dormitory, Yaoyang was already a little unable to support it. He gasped for breath like a goldfish about to drown.

"What's wrong with you?" Wang Jun couldn't help but be very worried when he saw Yaoyang's face flushed, as if he was drunk.

"I want to do my luck, you can help me protect the Fa." Yaoyang sat cross-legged on the bed, let out a long breath, and closed his eyes.

The Northern Pluto Divine Skill operates in the body, and there are methods for absorbing internal force in this set of exercises, and there are also methods for completely taking the internal force as one's own, which is exactly the power of the Northern Pluto Divine Skill compared to absorbing stars.

There were seven or eight different caste currents running and jumping in Yaoyang's body, which was the internal force cultivated by those swordsmen. Each internal force interferes with each other, which makes Yaoyang feel very depressed.

Fortunately, as soon as the Northern Shengong was running, the air flow slowly entered the meridians, then flowed through the viscera, and finally entered the dantian.

It took Yao Yang an hour to dissolve and absorb all the internal forces, he only felt that his whole body was comfortable and transparent, and his body seemed to be about to fly in the air.

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