He has so much strength at such a young age.

Rao is Song Han, who has fought countless martial arts competitions in the ring, couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth.

Song Han had already deeply felt that the strength of the young man in front of him was not below him.

Think about yourself as a ten-year-old martial arts practitioner, and after more than 20 years of polishing, you have today's strength. The young man in front of him seemed to be less than twenty years old, and he actually had such strength. It can only be described in two words: horror. He has participated in several national fighting competitions, and he has never seen such a wicked young fighter.

"Boy, who the hell are you?" Song Han asked with a calm face. As a person who practiced martial arts, Song Han immediately thought that the other party might be a personal disciple of a certain martial arts master. Otherwise, it would be impossible to have such amazing strength at such a young age.

"I'll tell you to get out of here!" Qin Jun's eyes were cold, he had no obligation to accompany this person to talk nonsense, he opened his bow left and right, and smashed at the other party like a rainstorm of iron fists.

Song Han is on fire! Anyone who dared to talk to him like this was beaten badly by him.

Song Han decided that he had to teach the other party a hard lesson. He didn't believe that such a young man as the other party could have the strength to defeat him. At most, if he is injured a little, he will beat up this kid who doesn't know whether he is alive or dead. Moreover, Song Han still remembered the cold dagger just now.

Thinking of this, Song Han suddenly let out a loud shout, his fist wind whirred, the momentum was terrifying, and the whole person was like a human-shaped hill, crashing over.

Bang bang! Knock knock! Whew!

The two figures were staggered, shooting extremely fast, and their fists and feet kept making a piercing collision sound in the air.

The martial arts disciples in the field were stunned, they originally thought that this young man would not be able to pass five moves in the hands of his senior brother, but now, at most, it was only a minute, and the two had already fought for fifty or sixty rounds. The speed of the fists and kicks is so fast that they can't wait for a few more pairs of eyes to see clearly.

There was wind under Qin Jun's feet, and his calves slammed into Song Han like a cannonball.

Song Han's face was solemn, and he was busy raising his legs to block.

Touch.

A hard blow to both legs. Song Han's feet trembled, and he almost stumbled, is this person's leg made of iron? Hit on the leg, it hurts.

Qin Jun's moves were like flowing clouds, endless. I saw that his calf had just fallen, and after standing firmly, he quickly kicked his knee, and his extremely hard knee was fiercely pushed towards Song Han's abdomen.

Song Han's face turned even paler, and this young man's offensive was one move after another, without any gap, which made him already a little unbearable. When the knee hit, Song Han hurriedly retreated, and at the same time, he double-forked, once again blocking the opponent's fierce offensive.

The violent impact made Song Han's hands numb, and the pain was incomparable, and he was on the verge of losing consciousness. The more Song Han fought, the more frightened he became, and the more he fought, the more worried he became. He was about to reach the end of the crossbow, and the opponent didn't seem to change his face, and the offensive not only did not decrease, but became more fierce than one wave.

Before Song Han's hands could recover, Qin Jun's offensive swept over again.

As soon as Qin Jun's feet landed, a sharp elbow strike came, hitting Song Han's temple.

The wind in his ears sounded, and the corners of Song Han's mouth couldn't help twitching, and he subconsciously lowered his head to dodge.

Qin Jun smiled coldly, tightened his elbows, changed his hook, and swam his arm to Song Han's neck like a spirit snake, and suddenly hooked down, at the same time, his feet jumped up extremely quickly, and his knees slammed into the other party's face door like a speeding train.

Bang!

Song Han once again stretched out his trembling hands to shield in front of him.

But this time, Song Han's originally thick and powerful arms swayed like small saplings in a raging storm.

Syllable!

Qin Jun's hammer-like knee was hard against Song Han's hand and hit him in front of the door.

Although his hands removed part of the strength on the top of his knees, Song Han still had a sore nose, a dizziness in his head, and staggered back a few steps.

"Holy!" Song Han has never fought with anyone so aggrieved. At the beginning, there were attacks and defenses against each other, but later, they were basically barely defending against each other's continuous offensives.

There was silence in the field, and the disciples of the Song Family Daoist Pavilion had quite ugly faces, obviously they could also see that their senior brother had begun to be a little overwhelmed.

As soon as Song Han gained a firm foothold, Qin Jun rushed over again like a cheetah.

Call!

Qin Jun jumped up in the air and kicked towards Song Han with his left foot.

"Again?" Song Han was annoyed and had to make a defensive posture and protect his hands in front of him.

Bang.

A slight impact sounded, Song Han was overjoyed, it seemed that this kid was also about to be exhausted, and the strength on the other party's feet was obviously much smaller than before.

Just when Song Han was secretly rejoicing, a gust of wind suddenly blew in his ears.

I saw that after Qin Jun's flying kick was blocked, he could twist and flip in mid-air, and his hind foot hit Song Han's head like a swift iron whip.

Hum -

It was as if someone had struck a big gong in his ear, deafening. Song Han only felt that half of his face had completely lost his intuition, staggered a few steps, snapped, and fell to the ground, his head heavy, struggling to stand up, but he always felt that his arms were not strong.

Brush! Qin Jun landed lightly and stepped forward at great speed. As soon as Song Han stood up, he kicked him the back.

Strike. Song Han was kicked to the ground heavily and couldn't get up for a long time.

The martial arts hall disciples in the field almost dropped their jaws one by one, and their big mouths were open, as if they could stuff a billiard ball.

Kicking down Song Han, Qin Jun quickly walked in front of Wu Shanshan.

"Sorry I'm late!" Qin Jun smiled apologetically and hurriedly untied the rope trapped in Wu Shanshan's hand.

"You shouldn't have come." Wu Shanshan said with tears in her eyes and moving.

"Don't worry, it won't happen again." Qin Jun smiled softly at Wu Shanshan and comforted.

Wu Shanshan's whole body was about to melt.

The rope is a dead knot, and it seems that the Song family has no intention of letting Wu Shanshan go.

Seeing this, the old butler endured the sharp pain in his hands and wanted to pick up the gun on the ground. Who knows, but was discovered by Qin Jun, who stepped forward and kicked it away.

"Fuck, the woman who dares to touch me." Qin Jun punched the old butler in front of him, knocking him to the ground, screaming and screaming.

Qin Jun bowed down, stepped on the old butler's wrist, snorted, and pulled out the dagger inserted in his palm.

The old butler's painful face was distorted, his face was pale, and the sweat droplets on his forehead were connected into a line and fell wildly.

Qin Jun took out his dagger and wiped it on the other party's clothes, with a cold smile on his face.

The old butler's nightmare has only just begun.

Crackling.

Qin Jun raised his calf and jerked continuously, and the rainstorm-like flying foot hit the old butler's head hard.

The old butler's head rattled like a ball.

After a violent storm, the old housekeeper of the Song family had a blue nose and swollen face, his cheeks were swollen like buns, and he spit out a mouth full of yellow teeth with a painful face.

This man is a devil! The old butler nearly collapsed.

When he looked at Qin Jun again, the old butler's eyes had long since lost their previous viciousness, but had been replaced by deep fear.

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