Motionless as a bell, moving as the wind!

Qin Jun's movements were so fast that before everyone could react, he pulled out the dagger hidden in his waist like lightning - fish intestines.

No one could see Qin Jun's movements clearly, only to see a cold light flash in the crowd, and five or six people from the Song family fell to the ground holding their thighs, crying incessantly.

The thighs of these people kept trembling, and Bai Huahua's thighs were cut out by a finger long, and the wounds of the bones were deeply visible, and the bubbling blood gushed out as if they didn't want money.

Get up, draw the knife, bleed, all in one go.

Qin Jun stood up, his right hand clutching the dagger tightly, and blood dripped from the tip of the knife drop by drop.

"Phew! Fortunately, Lao Tzu protected his face in time. ”

Qin Jun quenched out a mouthful of blood, he was beaten by a group of people just now, Rao is super strong ability to resist beatings, and he was inevitably injured. And this group of people is not ordinary people, they are people who have a certain foundation in martial arts.

As a special soldier of the ninth game, not only the force value is explosive, but the ability to resist attacks must also be incomparable. Although he was slightly injured, it was nothing to him who had been in a desperate situation of life and death for a long time.

"You!" Song Hanru saw that Qin Jun had been beaten for a long time, and he actually stood up like no one else, and put down a few disciples of the martial arts hall, and his face turned blue with anger.

When Qin Junliang took the dagger in his hand, Song Han's pupils shrank suddenly, and a trace of greed flashed. What a sharp dagger!

The old housekeeper of the Song family was shocked, obviously he didn't expect Qin Jun to be able to stand up, so he immediately let go of Wu Shanshan, and subconsciously, he was going to touch the pistol at his waist.

"Hey! Old dog, look here. Qin Jun yelled at the old butler.

"Arrogant what? Lao Tzu shot you with one shot. The old butler's face was fierce, he grabbed the pistol in his waist and raised it towards Qin Jun.

At this moment, Qin Jun's gaze froze, and a cold light shot out from his fingertips, dragging a dazzling phantom in mid-air, and the target was the old butler who raised the gun.

Yes! A scream came.

Boom!

The old butler threw away the gun in his hand, squatted down with a pale face, his whole body trembled, and his palms were even more bloody, making people dare not look directly.

When everyone looked back clearly, they couldn't help but gasp, and the old butler's palm was impressively inserted in a dagger that reflected the light.

The dagger pierced through the palm of the hand and pierced out from the back of the hand, and the blood red on the tip of the knife fiercely irritated all the eyes in the field.

The old butler clenched his wrist tightly, and beads of sweat the size of beans came out of his face one by one.

"Humph! Uncle is waiting for this opportunity. Otherwise, you will be in vain. The reason why Qin Jun obediently raised his hand to surrender just now was that he was waiting for this opportunity. Originally, when the old butler's gun was against Wu Shanshan's head, Qin Jun also had the opportunity to shoot with a flying knife and injure the other party, but Qin Jun didn't dare to bet on Wu Shanshan's life, so he waited until the old butler stuck the gun into his waist before making a move.

The other people in the field were all stunned, what kind of person is this, who can stand up after being beaten by a group of people for so long, not to mention, a seemingly frivolous flying knife can actually shoot into the palm of the hand five meters away so accurately.

Qin Jun didn't give the other party time to react, and the moment the dagger left his hand, the whole person rushed out like a cheetah. He must quickly rescue Wu Shanshan after restraining the opponent's gunman, otherwise it will be dangerous when the other party picks up the gun.

Wu Shanshan was tied behind her back and leaned against the bar counter of the bar. Between her and Qin Jun, there was also a table, and it was Song Hanru and the bald Song Han sitting on the table.

Song Han, who had been silent, suddenly shouted when he saw this, and the case was slapped.

The round table on the glass countertop of the bar shattered in response to the sound, scattered into pieces of debris, and fell to the ground, with unparalleled momentum, which showed that Song Han's palm was amazingly powerful.

"Senior brother! Avenge us, teach this kid a hard lesson. The martial arts disciples who were injured by Qin Jun saw Song Han's move, and their eyes flashed with pleasure.

Song Han is also a brother and a brother in the eyes of their group, although their master is Song Hanwu, but Song Hanwu rarely teaches art in person, most of the time, it is Song Han's senior brother, who is both a master and a senior brother.

They have seen Song Han's martial arts, and once split fifty bricks in one breath, the hard bricks are like tofu in his hands, and some people have seen him kick over a wall, and almost no one in the martial arts hall can get by with five moves in his hands. Occasionally, someone in the martial arts hall would come to kick the gym, and in the end, they were all beaten by Song Han and crawled out with a blue nose and swollen face. In addition, the senior brother Song Han is also the third runner-up in the National Free Fighting Competition.

Song Han is less than 1.7 meters tall, but he hides a huge explosive power, his palms are twice as thick as ordinary people, and a pair of iron fists can be matched by few opponents in the entire Yanjing martial arts circle.

Except for the master Song Hanwu, who never showed his true strength, this group of disciples of the martial arts hall had never seen Song Han lose in a martial arts competition. They have absolute confidence in Song Han.

Although Song Han is not tall, his body is very thick, and the whole person stands in front of Qin Jun, like a hill, blocking the way.

"Get out of here!" Qin Jun's eyes were cold, and the soles of his feet kicked up violently, and with a volley in the air, he kicked towards Song Han's shiny bald head.

Song Han stood in a lunge, with a solid horse step at the bottom, and the double ** fork was blocked in front of him in the shape of a cross.

"Bang!" Qin Jun's explosive kick collided with Song Han's fists.

Qin Jun's volley, with the weight of the whole person, is naturally not to be underestimated.

Song Han only felt that his hands were numb, and the whole person couldn't help but take a few steps back again and again before he stabilized his figure.

"There are two hits." Song Han shook his hand, shrugged his shoulders, shook his head, and made a clicking sound on his body.

"I repeat, fuck off!" After Qin Jun landed, a murderous shot burst out in his eyes.

"Let me go, it depends on whether you have the ability to do it." Song Han's legs were slightly bent, his center of gravity was lowered, he was firmly down, and beckoned to Qin Jun provocatively.

Qin Jun snorted coldly and took a step forward, his steps were calm and full of explosive power, and a strong murderous aura emanated from his body, enveloping Song Han tightly.

"Whew!"

Qin Jun moved, poured all the strength of his body into his right hand, clenched his palms into a fist, and rubbed out an explosive steel cannon-like fist in mid-air, and rushed towards Song Han fiercely.

Song Han's face tightened, he didn't expect the other party's strength to be so amazing, obviously he had already seen the other party's terribleness, when dealing with that group of martial arts hall disciples just now, this person actually had reservations.

Such a fierce punch aroused Song Han's fighting spirit, only to see him shout, his left hand into a palm, to catch the opponent's iron fist, at the same time, his right hand drew a tricky arc in mid-air, and the violent swing fist hit Qin Jun's face.

Song Han didn't think that the milky kid in front of him could be stronger than himself in terms of strength. He is very confident that he will be able to knock the bridge of his nose off with a single punch while catching his opponent's attack.

Touch!

In mid-air, a fist and a palm slammed together.

A huge force came from the palm of his hand, Song Han couldn't help but stiffen, and hurriedly withdrew his right fist, took a few steps back, and unloaded the violent impact from his left arm.

What a force!

There was a continuous sharp pain in his left arm, which made Song Han's face sink uncontrollably.

It seems that to deal with this kid, you have to show some real skills!

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