Each shot was accompanied by the fall of an enemy. However, the blue cedar man still stood still, without the slightest intention of making a move. In fact, it's not that he doesn't make a move, it's that he can't.

Tang Jin's moves, although they look like attacks, are just broken moves, they are not attacks, nor defenses, in a sense...... It's like a competition, that is, the kind of competition where the two of them break each other's moves, so the Lanshan man doesn't have any chance to make a move, because "The Old Finger" can only defuse the attack, but the others can't do anything.

This is the only way Tang Jin can think of to temporarily force the other party to be unable to make a move, originally he didn't have much hope, but the actual proof seems to be really useful, and for a while, the original mortal situation was greatly delayed.

But it is only delayed, with more than one battle, no matter how accurately Tang Jin controls his strength, it is impossible to fight with the other party endlessly, he is a human after all, not a machine, and his physical strength will be exhausted at the moment.

If he couldn't think of a way to break the game before then, he would still be dead, but it was just the difference between early death and late death. His brain was racing, and while analyzing the martial arts that were attacking from all directions, he was quickly thinking about how to break through the current situation.

Poof!

Slightly distracted, the next moment, a long knife opened a hole in Tang Jin's back, and bewitching blood flowers bloomed in midair.

Suddenly, Tang Jin instinctively dodged forward, and at the same time pointed at his chest, the other party was really angry, and immediately a mouthful of blood spurted out. However, it was this momentary mistake, and countless blades swept around, leaving terrifying scars on Tang Jin's body, Tang Jin supported his body, shot one after another, and broke several people in a row, before he could barely stabilize the situation.

However, at this time, there were several more wounds on his body, large or small, and every time he struck, a stream of blood gushed out from the wounds, and his face, which was so calm that it was almost indifferent, quickly turned pale.

"People...... Many! ”

Suddenly, two words popped up in Tang Jin's mind, as if a light through the night illuminated the road in front of Tang Jin. That's right! Lots of people! No matter how high the realm of martial arts is, no matter how exquisite the martial arts are, they can't stand up to many people.

"The Old Finger" is really powerful, known as invincible defense, he can defend against the attack of one person, the attack of two people, what about ten people, a hundred people? After all, there will be flaws, and there will be a moment when it can't be prevented, and that moment is the moment when the artistic conception of "The Remnant Finger" is shattered and the skill is lost, and "The Remnant Finger" is the most difficult batch among the many martial arts in the world, with a man in his early thirties, even if he can, he can only be a general, and it is okay to prevent one or two people, three or four...... That's not even a matter of even thinking about it.

Although Tang Jin was now alone, he was surrounded by a group of killers who were almost insane, and under the siege, even trained soldiers could accidentally injure friendly soldiers, let alone this group of rabble. There had already been several accidental injuries just now, otherwise how could Tang Jin alone survive until now?

Thinking of this, Tang Jin repelled one person again, his right hand flipped over, the Qiye Sword was held in his hand again, his eyes quickly swept over everyone like a machine, countless move information surged through his mind, everyone's position, speed, and attack angle were all calculated by Tang Jin, and under the massive amount of information, Rao is head also felt a sharp pain.

The next moment, Tang Jin made a brazen move, fighting with another sword on his back, and the long sword in his hand stabbed at an assassin with a short knife in his hand.

As expected, the blue cedar man moved instantly, the whole person was like a machine in disrepair, his movements were slow and stiff, but the next second he instantly appeared between Tang Jin and the killer, and two ordinary fingers slowly clamped towards Tang Jin's long sword.

Suddenly, Tang Jin smiled, a smug smile crossed his pale face, his glacial eyes slowly melted, and then turned into a pool of stagnant water, and his almost indifferent face was full of calm.

Bite!

With a soft sound, those two fingers clamped Tang Jin's long sword without any suspense. Tang Jin suddenly felt that the long sword was like a quagmire, and no matter how hard he used, he couldn't make any further progress. However, this was exactly what Tang Jin wanted, and that soft sound seemed to be the first domino that was pushed.

Swish!

A violent sound of breaking through the air came from behind the man, and it was none other than the assassin with a short knife. Obviously, he didn't expect the man to move in front of him abruptly, and when he reacted, under the action of strong inertia, the figure of the forward rush was already uncontrollable, and the short blade in his hand stabbed towards the man fiercely.

Bite!

There was another soft sound, and the man's free left hand appeared behind him like a ghost, pinching the opponent's short blade with precision. However, the next moment, a dagger struck from the right rear.

Bite!

Rotated his right fingers, let go of Tang Jin's Qiye Sword, and moved as he pleased, clamping the dagger slowly and quickly. However, the heavens did not seem to intend to give the man a chance to breathe, and a long knife struck him from the left back of the waist, although it would not cut him in half, but it was inevitable to open a hole.

At this moment, the man found himself trapped in a Jedi, and the short blade behind him was still strong because of the blessing of the opponent's forward rush. The dagger on the right side has just been clamped, and the power of the holder's own blessing has not been eliminated, and even the power blessed on the dagger has not been eliminated, and the dagger is still slowly advancing at a slight speed.

Both hands were all occupied, there was also a blade on the left side, and in front of him was Tang Jin's long sword, there was no way to advance, no way to retreat, there was nowhere to dodge left and right, and for a while the man was blocked in place, and the proud martial arts could not come in handy quickly.

Although fingering is magical, it is only a martial art after all, not a spell. It takes time to unload and disperse, and although this time is so small that it can be ignored, it still can't stand the over-intensity of the surrounding offensive, and it can't be delayed at all.

Poof!

The next moment, the sound of swords entering flesh sounded. It's just that this time it wasn't Tang Jin who was injured, but the man, a long knife slashed a hole in his waist, and the martial art known as "absolute defense" finally revealed a flaw under this overlapping attack.

A warrior is a human after all!

This sentence, which almost everyone knows, but no one cares about, is so perfectly interpreted at this moment. What if you have miraculous powers? Two fists are hard to beat with four hands, one or two can be blocked, and one or twenty people can ...... It's unstoppable.

Looking at the blood flowers blooming on the man's waist, Tang Jin's face was still as calm as water, but a touch of pride flashed in his heart. A passage slowly surfaced in his heart: "The old man, don't be hurt, if you are injured, your life will be rested!" ”

"Those who practice "The Finger of the Disabled Old" should not be injured, and the injured will be dissipated!" This is Tang Jin's understanding of the original text. The next moment, as if to confirm his conjecture, the man, a unique temperament abruptly dispersed, the feeling of extreme exhaustion disappeared completely, the whole person inexplicably felt a lot more energetic, if he had a feeling of sudden death at any time with people before, then the current man just looked like he had been all night long, and the dark circles under his eyes were a little heavy.

"The Old Finger" is scrapped!

Decades of hard labor are gone, but they are still scattered under their own hands. Tang Jin didn't feel that he had anything to be sorry for him, he wanted to kill himself, and the two of them thought they would not die...... Feeling guilty about the enemy? What kind of neuropathy would have such thoughts? Pity on the enemy is not called kindness, that is called retardation!

Without hesitation, the long sword in his hand swung out, like a spirit snake spitting out a letter, "licking" the man's neck, and a red line slowly seeped out.

Without looking at the man more, Tang Jin's figure moved, and the long sword in his hand was irregularly stabbed or slashed, and there was neither discipline nor rules in swinging.

As long as a person who knows a little bit of swordsmanship takes a look, he will find that Tang Jin doesn't even have the most basic swordsmanship techniques such as pumping, belting, lifting, checking, hitting, stabbing, pointing, collapsing, and stirring, just like a child wielding a sword indiscriminately.

However, it is such a random swing that does not even have basic techniques, but it is like a judge sketching in the book of life and death, and every seemingly random swing must represent the passage of a life.

Every assassin, whether it is his martial arts or body technique, as long as he aims at the same, Tang Jin's mind can quickly analyze the opponent's next move, and then find the flaw in it, and stab it with a sword, which is both a broken move and a life.

Tossing and turning, Tang Jin was like a tireless machine, with a sword in his hand, blood splashing; When the sword came out again, blood splattered; And those assassins who had already killed the red eye and lost their minds were just blindly attacking, and they didn't care if they could hurt Tang Jin......

Poof!

As a routine, a sword pierced the heart of the person in front of him, the sharp sword did not leave a trace of blood, drew the sword, turned around, and returned the sword to charge ...... At a glance, where is there still a figure?

At this time, in the casino, blood stained the ground red, gathered into pieces, did not reach the surface of the feet, lifted in one fell swoop or disemboweled, or the head was different, or the blood in the chest was like a stream, or the neck blood was gushing wildly.

Tang Jin, dressed in blood, stood in it, panting like a cow, the air full of blood smell was inhaled into his lungs without hesitation, and when he exhaled and inhaled, the blood mist in the air condensed on his mouth and nose and dripped down his face......

He...... Tang Jin, still alive! This is a dead end...... He's broken!

(To be continued)