As soon as the curly-haired man appeared, Qin Jun could feel the surging momentum on the other party's body.

This kind of momentum is the same as the ancient martial arts master of the Liu family he met on the luxury cruise ship King Louis. And the momentum on the man who was coiled seemed to be more vigorous than the previous man.

Not only that, but when the man with the coiled hair was fighting with Han Yu, Qin Jun could even feel the warm currents in his body that were a little inexplicably turbulent.

All of this can only say one thing. That is, this man with curly hair is a mysterious and powerful ancient warrior.

"Ordinary people? You two special forces, can you also be called ordinary people? The curly-haired man sneered. He seemed to know the identities of Qin Jun and the others very well.

"In front of the ancient warriors. The concept of the common person can encompass almost all people. Qin Jun said in a deep voice.

"Really? When you slaughtered unarmed citizens, did you ever think that they were ordinary people? The haired man didn't seem to be in a hurry to make a move, he looked at Qin Jun thoughtfully, his deep eyes were like endless starry sky, making people unpredictable.

"We've only killed criminals who get away with it." Qin Jun squinted his eyes and carefully observed this sudden ancient martial artist.

"What a criminal at large. You killed so many of my Liu family children, and in your mouth, they became criminals. Then if I kill you, can it also be said that you are also a criminal with blood on your hands? The haired man's eyes flashed, his footsteps moved slightly, and he came to his body in a few blinks.

"Then it depends on whether you have the ability to kill me."

As soon as the words fell, Qin Jun suddenly took a step forward. The steps are steady and resolute. A strong murderous aura was instantly released around his body.

Call!

The small green bronze sword cut through the air and stabbed straight into Qin Jun's eyes. The speed is as fast as a swift lightning.

Clang!

Qin Jun flipped out a sharp military thorn in his hand, flicking the weird green sword away at an extremely fast speed.

Blinding sparks flickered between the two cold weapons. After separation, a gap the size of a fingernail appeared on the military bayonet in Qin Jun's hand.

"Good sword." Qin Jun couldn't help but think of the fish intestine dagger he left in the Special Ninth Bureau.

"Hmph." The man with the coiled hair did not pause at all, and the small sword in his hand turned slightly in the direction and stabbed at Qin Jun with unmistakable precision. This time, the target is his heart.

Qin Jun's expression changed slightly, and before the second blow of the cross-haired man attacked, he hurriedly dodged sideways. Just kidding, the edge of the military stab is a large piece, how can it still block the opponent's second blow.

Qin Jun kicked his feet, and the whole person quickly retreated. And the man with coiled hair stepped forward endlessly, and the little sword dragon in his hand flipped like a phoenix, constantly changing the target back and forth in Qin Jun's eyes, throat, and heart.

The cross-haired man was extremely aggressive, but Qin Jun could not fully recover due to his injuries, and his speed was obviously sluggish. After a while, the danger was in danger.

However, Qin Jun's eyes burned with fierce fighting intent. A brother was beaten by the other party and vomited blood, and a brother was still lying on the hospital bed waiting to be protected, how could he be half comfortable.

Syllable.

Qin Jun stretched out his iron pincer-like palm and grabbed the wrist of the other party's right hand holding the small sword at a tricky and strange angle.

For Qin Jun, the biggest threat was nothing more than the weird little sword in the other party's hand. The small green sword not only has a simple shape, but its body also exudes a scorching aura, like a soldering iron that has just come out of the furnace.

"Humph!" The cross-haired man snorted coldly, and his other arm smashed into Qin Jun's chest like a hammer.

Syllable!

Qin Jun raised his arm to block and unload the opponent's fatal blow.

However, just when Qin Jun dismantled the other party's killing move. The man's left hand suddenly turned into a fist, and after quickly pulling back, he suddenly struck out.

Boom.

Qin Jun's movements were a little slower, and he didn't have time to dodge. There was a strong palm print on his chest.

Peal pedal, pedal, pedal.

Qin Jun took three steps back in a row to stabilize his figure. His chest tumbled, and as soon as his throat was sweet, traces of blood spilled from the corners of his mouth.

A burst of scorching breath reached Qin Jun's nose. He subconsciously glanced down, and sure enough, he saw a black burnt mark in the shape of a human hand on the shirt on his chest. There was a burning pain on the skin and flesh under the imprint.

"Ancient warriors?" After the blow, the man with coiled hair no longer continued to attack, but his eyes froze, and a strange look involuntarily appeared on his face.

Qin Jun sneered and did not answer. In fact, he didn't know if he was among the ranks of ancient warriors. However, he knew that if he hadn't practiced the "Bathing Snow Accumulation Qi Technique" and generated those strange warm currents in his body, the other party's scorching palm blow would definitely make him lie down on the spot.

"Where's the teacher?" The man with coiled hair was holding a small green sword, standing on the armrest, and with a pair of deep eyes, he looked at Qin Jun carefully.

"Since you are from the Liu family. If you want to fight, why do you ask so much? Qin Jun took a deep breath, relieved the burning pain in his chest, and stared coldly at the extremely powerful ancient martial arts master in front of him.

There is no doubt that this mysterious man with coiled hair standing in front of him is definitely a master among ancient martial artists. Qin Jun didn't doubt this at all, he could clearly feel that the person in front of him was much more powerful than the ancient martial artist he met on the cruise ship.

Not to mention that he is now injured and his combat effectiveness has been greatly reduced, even if he was in his heyday, Qin Jun was not 100% sure of defeating the other party.

The six senior bodyguards around Yan Li were kicked away by him as easily as kicking a ball. Han Yu, who was born in the National Security Bureau, had no ability to parry in front of him. The strength of the curly-haired man is obvious. He was like a mountain that made people have to look up, and the people standing in front of him had to bear the invisible pressure that emanated from him.

"Hmph, Ancient Warrior." Qin Jun's eyes sank, glanced at Han Yu, who was leaning against the wall weakly and panting, turned his head, stared at the man with coiled hair and said, "Hurt my brother, no matter what, I will make you pay!" ”

As soon as the words fell, I saw Qin Jun's body suddenly burst up, rushing towards the man with lightning speed.

An incomparably thick and substantial murderous aura suddenly emanated from Qin Jun's body, his fists were like the wind, his legs were like electricity, his momentum was surging, and his offensive was incomparable!

Hanyu, who has been paying attention to the battle situation, couldn't help but stare at his eyes, and couldn't help but gasp.

Even Fat B, who was lying on the hospital bed and looked directly at the outside, was stunned, and the corners of his eyes twitched a few times.

Could it be that this is Qin Jun's true strength?