Because he was using a ballpoint pen, Mo Qian decisively chose to prick the opponent's tiger's mouth, and even added a layer of force when he poked the opponent's tiger's mouth.

In this way, Zhao Mingjun's hand was stabbed and his knife was knocked down.

The accuracy just now is naturally the credit of the absolute hit characteristic, no matter how Zhao Mingjun dodges, he will definitely not be able to dodge this poke.

Between square inches, it is fast and accurate, and it also has a change of tricks, and there is no way to hide.

This is a method that Mo Poor thinks of in close combat, to disguise the trajectory of the object he fires.

That is, after launching, hold it again, and it will still maintain its previous strength and go to the previously specified landing point.

As long as you don't let go, you won't be given new strength and new landing points.

When he was experimenting, Mo Qian used this method to let himself fly with an arrow in his hand.

At this moment, in this small area of struggle, the opponent's attacking hand is locked in this way, and it looks like Mo Qian is using his pen to stab the target with precision.

In fact, it is 'the sword to control the man'.

It was the sword that attacked the target, and his hand was nothing more than a burden, and if he stood still, the sword in his hand would even drag him away......

In this way, as long as Mo Qian slightly complied with the sword in his hand, then the fact that it was the sword himself that was chasing the target was perfectly concealed.

All onlookers will feel that it is Mo Qian who is skillfully using the weapon, not the weapon that is driving the arm and even his whole person.

Because that's ridiculous, no one would ever think about it.

On the contrary, if Mo Qian did not do this, then the situation just now would be extremely strange.

The ballpoint pen will fly towards the target at a constant speed, and when Zhao Mingjun's hand dodges downward, the pen sinks down in pursuit, and then Zhao Mingjun's hand dodges upward, and the pen head will violently defy gravity and fly upward.

With such a tortuous trajectory, others can't look stupid?

I'm afraid that a fool can see the problem, and then Mo Qian will not be able to explain it.

But now it's different, no matter how the pen changes its trajectory, no matter how it changes direction, Mo Qian's arm is connected to it.

In the eyes of others, all changes in tactics and all 'pointing to the point' will be attributed to Mo Qian's operation.

This method is very suitable for close combat, with offense instead of defense, and the enemy will be saved.

If you attack the enemy's most threatening place, such as a weapon, or a hand holding a weapon.

Then you can basically disarm the opponent with one move.

If this is a kind of swordsmanship, then it has three characteristics.

First of all, the sword technique is almost certainly the first to stab the opponent.

Because it is difficult for the opponent to bypass a stab that will not slow down no matter how he changes his moves, and absolutely hit, and attack his body.

Not to mention changing moves twice, even if you change moves 2,000 times, it won't slow down, it will only be faster.

Unless the opponent's attack speed is overwhelming, or the weapon advantage is too great.

Secondly, the swordsmanship must hit with one blow, and there is no way to dodge.

After all, it is an absolute hit ability, and he can only resist hard, or simply destroy his sword, so that he can only be smashed by fragments.

Finally, it is ever-changing, free to retract and release.

The sword is held in his hand, and Mo Qian can bless it with strength and speed at any time.

Just now, he just held the pen and strode forward, without brains. Anyway, there is no need to be afraid of not being stabbed, the dragged power sword will be ignored by itself, and the useful force will be accepted.

In this way, it greatly makes up for the shortcomings of the lack of force given when the ink is initially ejected.

After all, it is to be thrown out and held in an instant, and the initial speed is definitely not very fast, so after holding it and then adding force, the sword can get faster and faster.

Similarly, the weakness of the sword, which can only be fast and not slow, can also be compensated for by Mo Qian's personal operation.

After all, the sword is in his hand, as long as Mo Qian lets go of his hand, he will refresh his strength and trigger his ability twice.

The same is true for the landing point, one second it is still attacking the left hand, and the next second the sword may attack the right hand.

As long as Mo Qian suddenly lets go quickly, clenches quickly, and cooperates with the 'mental method', that is, to re-designate the landing point in his heart, he can change the target of the sword's attack anytime and anywhere.

In this way, the sword can be as flexible and changeable as it wishes according to the actual situation.

This swordsmanship is ever-changing, and there are no actual moves, everything depends on the time and conditions, and it is all up to Mo Qian Duoduo to be proficient in grasping it.

If you look at it this way, simply 'controlling people with a sword' cannot be summed up.

The body moves with the sword, and the sword moves with the heart.

While controlling people with swords, people do not lose control of swords.

Mo Qian prefers to call it 'man and sword'.

......

Zhao Mingjun leaned his back against the door, his right hand trembled, and blood flowed from the tiger's mouth.

He has been good at fighting since he was a child, and when he grew up, he messed around for a long time, and he used knives quite neatly.

In particular, he really saw blood and had a life in his hand, and he did not hesitate to go out with the knife.

But in this way, Mo Qian was able to accurately capture the trajectory of his knife, and poke his head into the tiger's mouth, fast and accurate.

There is no hindrance in changing direction, and it is done in one go, naturally.

"What a great boy......"

Zhao Mingjun sneered, suddenly burst out and pounced on the woman on the side, and then pushed her towards Mo Qian.

He wanted to use this to open the door and escape, anyway, the money was already in hand, and he could live anywhere with the money.

Anyway, he didn't show his face, and when the time came, he ran all the way to the countryside, and then traveled overnight to go to other provinces, and he could live for a long time.

It's just that he robbed 20,000 yuan, and the police won't do anything to set up a card blockade or the like, and when the time comes, he will go to other provinces, as long as he lives a low-key life, no one knows who he is and what he has done.

However, when Mo Qian saw the woman staggering and pounced, he did not catch the woman as he expected, delaying time.

Instead, he squatted down slightly, holding his hands on his stomach.

Suddenly, the woman fell back and hit Zhao Mingjun.

Zhao Mingjun stumbled, and then saw a ballpoint pen fly and plunge into his cheek from the side.

"Ahh

The head was even driven by this stroke and hit the wall.

To be precise, it was the gesture that sank so hard that it slammed into the mask and squeezed his head against the wall.

Under this squeeze, I only felt a sharp pain, and the ballpoint pen pierced the mask, crushed the skin, pierced the cheek, and finally pressed against a certain plate tooth on the right.

That tooth was the target of the ink poor.

In the previous conversation with Zhao Mingjun, he noticed some details of the other party's teeth, one tooth was particularly conspicuous, crooked, black and yellow, and had two cavities.

With this goal in mind, the ballpoint pen continuously pierced through the mask, skin, and flesh fascia, and finally hit the tooth before stopping.

Because the ballpoint pen is not particularly sharp, and the speed is not particularly fast, the process is particularly painful, and it is hard to crush the skin and flesh before it touches the teeth.

"Hmmmm......" Zhao Mingjun inserted a pen in his cheek, which made him jump to his feet in pain.

However, he was also ruthless, and decisively endured the pain and pulled out the pen, and the blood stained the ink mixed and flowed out.

"Wow...... You...... You ......" Zhao Mingjun couldn't speak clearly, and stared at Mo Qian viciously.

After such a delay, Mo Qian had already strode in front of him and swung out a punch.

"Bang!"

The wound in the cheek was punched, and he was involuntarily beaten backwards.

He stumbled four or five steps in a row, but his strength was not removed, until he hit the dinner table, and the ping-pong bell rang out.

He sat on the ground, and the whole person was confused, staring blankly at Mo Qian.

This kid is too powerful, Nima learns martial arts, right?

"Tear up!" Mo Qian showed no mercy, caught up and stretched out his hand, and directly ripped off his mask.

was pulled to the wound, Zhao Mingjun grinned in pain.

I saw Mo Qian say: "Huh, you look a little familiar, you seem to have seen ...... somewhere."

Zhao Mingjun was taken aback, and said secretly: I won't be planted here, right? No, I can't be arrested.

For his past crimes, it would have been the death penalty.

He was most afraid of death, and in any case, he didn't want to be shot.

In order to survive, he roared like a beast, and once again burst into the ink poor.

The battle of the trapped beasts, this outlaw burst out with amazing power and momentum.

Seeing this, Mo Qian's body sank slightly, stabilized his center of gravity, and then grabbed Zhao Mingjun's collar with his left hand, supported his waist with his right hand, spun out half a circle, and shook it off with his head.

"Bang ......"

Zhao Mingjun was directly thrown out by him in a posture that seemed to be a thousand pounds.

hit his head on the cabinet in the living room, and his head was bleeding on the spot.

Just kidding, hand-to-hand combat?

If it weren't for the 50,000 yuan, if he met such a heinous person in private, Mo Qian would have kicked him into the No. 3 furnace of the crematorium a long time ago.

"I remember, aren't you the murderer on the wanted warrant?" Mo Qian said as he looked down at him, took out his mobile phone, and called the police.

As for Zhao Mingjun, he nestled on the ground in despair, hugging his head and curling up.

was hit twice in a row, and he couldn't stand up in pain, and his head was still dizzy.

Seeing that Mo Qian was calling the police, he let out a roar mixed with a sound of mumping, shouting that if he dared to call the police, he would kill his family or something, and his eyes were still fierce.

If it were an ordinary person, I am afraid that it would be threatened by this look.

But Mo Qian did not hesitate to call the police, and asked the police to come quickly to 'inspect the goods', so that he would not be threatened by the 50,000 yuan he walked, this guy should have been shot a long time ago.

“...... Yes, that's the address. ”

"Well, send someone quickly, I think he's not just a robber, he seems to be a wanted criminal......"

"I don't remember the name, but I remember it was an A-class wanted criminal, and the crime seemed to be kidnapping and murder, right? Killed six hostages and an accomplice or something......

“...... Oh, don't worry about this, I've already subdued it. Right...... Anyway, come on, there are still people injured at the scene......"

"Okay, I'll wait ......"

After hanging up the phone, Mo Qian found a stool and sat down, looking at the seriously injured Zhao Mingjun while looking at the owner of the house.

"It's so thrilling......" Mo Qian sighed.

A man and a woman stared at him blankly, and the situation turned around so quickly that they were dumbfounded.

After listening to Mo Qian's emotion, the man said in his heart: You are blind to me, God is so thrilling, this is simply a fighting master who abuses passers-by.

However, he said: "The little brother is too fierce, he has real kung fu!"

Mo Qian said: "It's okay, by the way, isn't this really Xiaoxin's home?"

The couple was speechless: Who is Xiaoxin, why do you think this is Xiaoxin's home?

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