Inside the Shun Hing Casino

Tang Jin stood with his hands behind his back, leaning sideways, his backwater-like eyes staring directly at the person holding the long knife not far away, and at the same time, the body that was like a cheetah dormant and could burst out with amazing power at any time, also instinctively guarded against all the people around him.

After all, this is the enemy's stronghold, if the guy on the other side is just a psychopath, he doesn't need to guard against others, but if the other party really recognizes his identity, who dares to guarantee that others will not follow and hurt people?

"The younger generation doesn't come here to play for money and have fun, although the behavior is a little arrogant. But the seniors can be reprimanded, and the juniors must admit their mistakes, but the seniors suddenly picked up and hurt people, I don't know what it means? Tang Jin looked at the other party and asked coldly.

"Humph! Tang Jin child! You don't have to pretend anymore! Lao Tzu knows you, in the assassination in Wangshu City two years ago, grandpa, I am one of the killers who dragged the guards around you! The other party snorted coldly and said the reason why Tang Jin wanted to know the most.

"Oh, it turns out that it's because of this ......" Tang Jin nodded, thinking that he understood why the other party knew him, and suddenly his brows furrowed suddenly, looked at the corpse on the ground, and said strangely: "What if you recognize me?" Do I have any deep hatred for you? Come up and run to kill me? ”

"Nonsense! One of the assassins who assassinated you that day, the scholar dressed as the younger brother of one of my mother's compatriots! He died at your hands that day, my mother died of grief when she found out, and my father was seriously ill in bed. ”

"Ah, yes, that's true." Tang Jin nodded seriously, and then said indifferently: "Since you care so much about your mother and your brother, you can go and accompany them." ”

Before the words fell, his right hand flipped over, and a spiritual appearance appeared in his hand in the night, and during the operation of the exercises, the mother sword went straight to the other party like a powerful ghost asking for his life.

The killer didn't expect Tang Jin to have such a decisive heart as a child, so he started without saying a word, and hurriedly raised his knife to greet him.

However, in the next moment, the imaginary sound of gold and iron clashing did not come, and the fine iron long knife in the assassin's hand was like paper paste in front of the Qi Ye Sword, and it failed to form the slightest resistance, and it was cut off in an instant, and the mother sword went straight to the opponent's chest without abating.

Bite!

However, at the moment when the killer was about to die on the spot, a blue figure flashed, blocking between the killer and Qi Ye, and slowly stretched out two fingers at a speed almost like an old lady's punch.

Immediately afterwards, an incredible scene appeared, the finger actually came first, and steadily clamped the menacing mother sword, and even made a sound of gold and iron clashing, as if it was not the meat finger that clamped the mother sword, but the iron finger.

For this incredible scene, Tang Jin still looked unfazed, but his stagnant eyes slowly moved from the assassin to the blue fir man.

I saw that the other party was wearing a light blue shirt, his hair was casually draped behind his head, his face was sleepy, two big dark circles were like pandas, and his whole body kept shaking slightly, looking like he could die suddenly in the next second.

""The Old Finger"? I didn't expect that someone in Ye Meng could practice this difficult martial art. Tang Jin's face was calm, and his heart quickly analyzed his opponent. In fact, there is no need to analyze too much, the other party's appearance of sudden death at any time and the finger of Fang Cai easily clamping the mother sword, any experienced martial artist can recognize it here.

"The Finger of the Remnant of the Old Man" is a fingering, known as "the world's first defensive martial art", and its own effect is very similar to the "Lingxi Finger" in martial arts novels. With a pinching of two fingers, you can defend against most martial arts. But unlike the "Lingxi One Finger", "The Finger of the Remnant Old" contains a hint of Tai Chi's "static braking" meaning, the fingering seems to be extremely slow, but it can always come first, and accurately catch anything you want to catch.

This is this fingering, although it is strong, it is extremely difficult to cultivate, and even a little perverted. The first condition is to find an 80-year-old man who has no hands and feet and moves slowly, and observes every inch for ten years to experience the unique artistic conception.

Let's not talk about how perverted it is, just ten years is not something that ordinary people can do, even if there are people with great concentration who can endure the boredom, but whether the elderly can live for ten years is also a big problem.

And this is only the first condition, there are many cumbersome and complicated steps in the follow-up, and only after they are completed can they be cultivated, and after the cultivation, the whole person will be drowsy all day long, just like the person in front of him who looks like he is about to die suddenly.

However, the difficulty is high, but the gain is directly proportional to the difficulty. Just because this fingering is a martial art without any flaws, once it is cultivated, the grandmaster will not want to hurt it in the slightest, no matter how powerful your martial arts are, just touch his two fingers, and all the power will disappear.

Of course, this does not mean that cultivating this martial art will be invincible in the world, otherwise why would the world's martial artists practice other martial arts? I have to practice this "Finger of the Remnant Old".

The positioning of this martial art itself is a defensive martial art, which is non-offensive, and once this martial art is practiced, the martial artist can no longer practice any other martial art, or even have any active attack, otherwise the power will be dissipated immediately, and decades of practice will be dissipated.

To put it bluntly, it is a turtle with a shell so thick that no one can penetrate it, and at the same time, it itself is pressed by the shell and cannot move.

Knowing the other party's trickiness, Tang Jin didn't say anything. He was able to save this man, and it was clear that he was also Ye Meng's killer. He is the target of Ye Meng's assassination, and no matter what he says, it is impossible to impress the other party.

Moreover, although the other party cannot do anything, there must be other assassins hiding around, and they can completely attack themselves mercilessly under the protection of the other party.

When the time comes, your own attacks on others will be caught by the opponent, but the attacks of others on your own can be unblocked, and so on...... It's already a mortal situation.

If Fang Cai's form is only a little dangerous, then it can be said that it has taken a sharp turn now, unless there is a miracle, he Tang Jin will be here today.

Thinking of this, Tang Jin also felt a burst of helplessness in his heart. God knows that he really just planned to listen to the news, where would he have thought that such a little back, he would meet an assassin who knew him, and he also ran into a martial artist who practiced "Remnant Old Finger" like great luck...... If you are lucky, if you go to buy a lottery ticket, you can bankrupt the lottery company in a minute.

What Tang Jin could think of, how could those assassins who were already good at assassination not think of it? Everyone looked at Tang Jin with a wicked smile, and some had even drawn their blades, and their eyes looked at Tang Jin as if they were looking at a piece of meat lying on a cutting board.

Rumble!

The next moment, the furious true qi surged, and dozens of killers with blades in their hands attacked Tang Jin from all directions.

Tang Jin's heart moved, the mother sword broke free from the man's fingers and flew back, holding the sword and standing, the look in his eyes faded like a tide, if his eyes were stagnant before, now his eyes are an eternal glacier. All distractions were discarded by the brain, and at this moment, Tang Jin's whole person seemed to have turned into a sophisticated machine.

"Left side, "Tiger Roaring Knife" fourth style, position: left shoulder, effect: unloading, weapon off."

Swish!

The left hand reached out, as if it was a machine controlled by countless parts, and hit the opponent's left shoulder with precision, and the force used did not deviate in the slightest, as if he had done it countless times.

The next moment, as if Tang Jin had expected it, the other party's long knife came out of his hand, and the whole thing seemed to have lost momentum, and he fell directly to the ground.

"Right side, "Feiyan Sword" Sixth Style, Position: Left Chest, Effect: True Qi Disorder."

Without looking at the person on the ground, Tang Jin's right hand flipped over, the long sword was withdrawn into his sleeve, and his right hand poked out like a snake, and once again hit the opponent's chest with precision, the man suddenly snorted and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Immediately afterwards, Tang Jin fell into a process of constant repetition, seeing through, shooting, seeing through, and shooting again, each shot represented the temporary loss of combat power of a killer, and at this moment Tang Jin seemed to be no longer a person but a machine born only for fighting.

(To be continued)