"Song Twenty-one asked."

Jia Yin saw that the first guy who challenged was a bear on his back, holding a super-long cooked copper stick, saying that it was super long, because the stick weapons were generally more than the Qi Mei stick, like this kind of rarity that was higher than the human head, knowing that it was used to fighting in battle formations, and he didn't say much at the moment, drew the knife out of the sheath, took two steps forward, and started the "Thunder God Patrol" style, and the knife in his hand flickered and fainted wind and thunder.

Song Twenty roared, strode closer, and smashed the copper stick in his hand with a heavy head.

Jia Yin dodged sideways, bullied forward, and the knife in his hand took advantage of the situation and went straight to the opponent's throat.

The Song Twenty-one is strong, but the reaction is fast, not waiting for the stick to land, twisting back to defend, holding the knife and retreating with strength, pulling away and holding the copper stick high and sweeping.

Jia Yin took a word collapse trick, raised the knife diagonally, and planned to use the back of the knife to knock forward and force him to abandon the stick, and this first game was a clean win.

Just as the knives and sticks intersected, a sudden change arose, and the head of the stick suddenly broke off, and the back of the head struck horizontally.

Fortunately, Jiayin had spare strength, and when he heard the sound of the golden wind, his body struck an ambush, "lazy dragon turning over the clouds", his body was twisted like a snake, and he rushed out under the shadow of the opponent's stick, and the knife dragged forward, leaving a deep blow on the opponent's right arm.

"Ah......h

Song Twenty screamed, his left hand waved alone, and the stick shadow rolled like a snake to Jia Yin down three ways, was stepped on by Jia Yin, got up again, and kicked the opponent's lower abdomen heavily, Song Twenty Yi screamed again, Teng Teng took seven or eight steps back in a row, and finally couldn't support it, and his stomach softened.

Jia Yin wiped the white sweat on his forehead, and secretly said that it was dangerous. It turned out that the stick was originally two sections, connected by iron cables, and began to have a buckle to cover it and could not be seen.

"It's stupid to read, stupid pig."

Jia Yin heard the lazy monk's scolding, and secretly felt ashamed, he did have the heart to keep his hands at the beginning, but even if he used knives and guns, what kind of benevolence and righteousness did he have? Immediately settled down and looked at Song Jiong.

Song Jiong saw that his family had lost two moves, his face suddenly darkened, and he whispered a few words to a young man in the left-hand position, and the young man knocked the fan on the back of the chair, and a Taoist priest with a long sword on his back and a sword spike stood up.

"Laoshan is wooden."

The Taoist priest said five words, and his figure shook left and right, and he was deceived in front of him, with one palm in front and one palm behind, and hit Jia Yin in the chest. Jia Yin thought to himself that the other party was fighting empty-handed, whether it was a big fight or something, so he didn't attack and defended at the moment, took a big step back, and the knife momentum was square, sweeping from the bottom left to the right up.

Halfway through the knife, the change of moves, the body lay on the ground violently, the sword swung quickly, only to hear the "dangdang" two sounds, and knocked away the hidden weapon in the sleeve of the Taoist priest.

The anger in Jia Yin's heart that was suppressed by the differentiation of the sage book was finally stimulated, the person did not get up, with the strength of his back, his legs were strangled, he tripped the opponent, took advantage of the momentum to turn forward, knelt down on his left knee, and slashed down with a knife, hitting the opponent's throat, and suddenly the corpse was separated, and blood was splashed seven feet.

The Taoist priest of Laoshan can take out half of his sword.

"Ah......h

The people who were already dead could not die anymore, and the screams were made by the five nobles who were sitting on the chairs and pretending to be forced.

Jia Yin got up slowly, wiped the blood on his face with his arm, and said coldly, "Who else?" ”

Song Jiong saw his hideous appearance, he was immediately frightened, and forgot to answer for a while, but the martial artist behind him was a little annoyed and angry, and he appeared twice, and his shots were insidious and despicable.

"Chang Cheng wins and learns."

This is a middle-aged swordsman, his face is dull, his eyes are cold, so that a narrow blade single knife, Jia Yin saw it slowly coming, his eyes narrowed slightly, the lazy monk took a step forward, Jia Yin waved his hand at the master, put his hands together, and rushed out in a sloppy manner, the knife flashed, but he was the first to strike.

The swordsman shouted, "It's good to come." The figure retreated, and suddenly fought with Jia Yin, only to see the two of them flying like butterflies, raising bursts of dust, wrapping them together like yellow dragons, and from time to time there was a crisp sound of blades striking each other.

The lazy monk's brows furrowed, and then a miserable scream sounded, only to see Jia Yin fly out of the battle circle and fall in front of his own phalanx.

The lazy monk saw that a big hole was opened in his chest, but there was no blood, and there was a metallic light hidden in his clothes, so he put his mind at ease and looked at the field, only to see that Chang Chengsheng had become a success or failure, and Jia Yin was the same as a big hole in his chest, the only difference was that his chest was bubbling with blood.

When the opposing camp was neutral, someone flew out and stopped the bleeding, and the whole bottle of wound medicine was dumped.

"Good kung fu, Hu Shandao will teach."

This one is a real kung fu fight, which is thrilling and also arouses the blood of the opponent's martial artist, and without the master's orders, Hu Shandao stood up.

Tie Luohan snorted, dragged the meteor hammer and strode forward, but his head twisted to Jia Yin, and said, "Look at the teacher smashing his head." ”

Before the words fell, the left hammer was already swept towards the opponent's head with a strong wind like a poisonous snake fighting a bird.

The other party retreated to avoid, was about to pull the knife, the right hammer was hit out like a meteor catching the moon, Hu Shan knife twisted his body and bent his waist, half of the single knife was dialed out, and another hammer had come from the back of his head, Hu Shan knife frightened the souls of the dead, one fell to the ground in front, avoiding this hammer, but the latter hammer could no longer escape, was smashed in the back of the head by a heavy hammer, and was opened without even screaming, red and white splashed on the ground, but the body and limbs were especially trembling and spasmodic.

The audience was silent, no one dared to move, and they were all frightened by the terrifying scene in front of them.

The iron arhat was murderous, his double hammers shook straight, and when he hit the air, he made a loud "bang", and shouted three times in a row:

"Who will die?"

"Who will die?"

"Who will die?"

No one answered. Even the grass and trees shrank and drooped.

Falling to the ground with three hammers and two blows, how terrible is this person's kung fu? Although there are martial artists who are used to killing and killing good kung fu, they don't dare to squeak, Hu Shandao is one of the best swordsmanship in their group, but it only takes a blink of an eye to get out of the battle, and he falls to the ground without even pulling out the knife.

No one dared to go out again, and a few people looked at each other and shook their heads slightly.

Even if it's a rush, they've seen Jiayin's swordsmanship, they've seen Tie Luohan's kung fu, and there's a fat monk who is drinking with an old god, and another yellow-haired with a big horn bow with a eager face, it's not easy to fight.

Jia Yin fortunately wore the soft armor this time, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable, he was stabbed by the other party, although he did not break the defense, but it was also very painful. He stroked his chest, and when he saw that no one answered, he took two steps forward, shook the blood stain on the tip of the knife, and said to Song Jiong: "Song Sanlang, what do you say?" ”

Song Jiong's frightened soul was scattered, and when he heard this, he stood up and said with a trembling tongue: "No...... No...... Beat...... Finish. ”

Jia Yin saw the water trail on his chair, and sneered in his heart, "In that case, I'll take my leave." ”

Song Jiong watched the four of them go away, until they were far away, Fang Jue's body was cold, he wiped the sweat from his head, laughed at himself, and was about to turn around and talk to his companions, but when he heard a "bang", he hurriedly followed the sound, but saw Yin Shiyi's carriage fall to the ground with a bang, and the horse pulling the cart fell to the ground and lay on its side, his limbs cramped and kicked, and a sharp arrow on his forehead was so deep that there was no feather.