The old man's gun was almost fired when it was pressed against Leng Feishuang's head, and under normal circumstances, the next moment, Leng Feishuang's beautiful face would turn into an ugly blood mist. But at the moment when he was about to pull the trigger, Yang Chengzu violently threw Leng Feishuang aside, and he himself was exposed to the muzzle.

Although Su Kuchan is old, he is a master who has been famous for many years, in addition to being good at stabbing, his own martial arts are also very powerful. Being able to be an Elder of the Torture Hall in a place like the White Lotus Sect is almost the cultivation of a sect master. Yang Chengzu is a court official, he doesn't care about it at all. Even if the other party wanted to make a move, it was impossible to stop him from shooting, and Yang Chengzu never moved, which made him even more convinced that this was something that could only be said to be impossible to fight.

Until he threw Leng Feishuang out, the gun on this side had already fired, and with a loud bang, smoke rose, and Yang Chengzu's body had already fallen backwards. At the same time, the evil wind howled on Su Kuchan's side, and at the moment when he just looked sideways, under the hood of a wide nun's robe, two strong and powerful legs kicked towards his chest and abdomen.

As a killer, he lived a life where there was no tomorrow today, and Su Kuchan himself was not a person who forbade jade, and when he was young, he saw a lot of beautiful legs. Whether it is the Central Plains or a foreign country, the women of the rivers and lakes Qinglou, and even the legs of the little family jade have been seen and touched countless times, but the legs he has seen add up are not as beautiful as these two legs, and they are also not as deadly as these two legs.

Since Treti has always presented herself as a nun, showing a weak and weak manner, as if she were a pious and somewhat pedantic woman, at least in the field of murder, no one considered her to be an expert. It was only then that Su Kuchan realized what a stupid mistake it was to despise this woman.

Those two long legs move at high speed like a windmill, this kick is not a martial art of the Central Plains, and it is very indecent for a woman to use it. But Treti obviously didn't mind the exposure of her privacy, or rather, she didn't have gender scruples at this time, she just twisted her two legs to whirlwind of death, and locked Su Kuchan firmly in it.

She wore a long nun's robe, and when she took it off, she revealed the long leather boots on her feet with silver tips, the shiny tips of which were not only beautiful decorations, but also a murderous weapon. Under the high-speed attack, even a master like Su Kuchan would not dare to try to be hit by such a boot.

Dodge, parry, block, back. In a moment, Su Kuchan was completely defeated, if it weren't for his personal experience, I'm afraid no one would believe that such a martial arts killer who has been famous for decades would retreat step by step in the hands of a foreign nun.

"Ahh With a roar of rage, his body had been forced to retreat to a desperate situation, and finally he had no way to retreat and made a hard hit with Treti, blocking her knee with his palm, which only shook his arm numb, and Teretti's next heavy leg had already kicked his lower.

This woman has no concept of gender in fights, neither cares about the exposure of her important parts or the possibility of being touched by men, nor does she care which part she is attacking, and her shots are all vicious and deadly moves. In this kind of fighting situation, even if there is another gun, there is no time to launch, not to mention that Su Kuchan has only one in total.

He was embarrassed, his body was taken a few steps back, and a very desperate thought rose in his heart: he was afraid of being young.

I am really old, and I can't compare with young people in terms of reaction or strength. This nun is obviously trained in combat, and although martial arts are not of the Central Plains school, in fact, even if she is a master of the Central Plains, she may not necessarily be as good as her. The original intention was to kill Leng Feishuang, but now, I'm afraid I can't do it.

By this time, Treti had already pulled the two jagged daggers from his lap, and like a Valkyrie, he roared and rushed towards him. "You damn devil, you murdered in the church and messed up my first wedding, go back to hell!"

The two daggers were running at high speed, turning into two silver snakes in the wind, flying alternately, spitting out deadly fangs, and biting Su Kuchan's body. Her movements are vigorous and powerful, full of a different kind of beauty, which is both fighting and dancing, a war dance that belongs to a female warrior. Under this beautiful and smooth blow, Su Kuchan could only parry for a while, until he was cut by the dagger with two wounds on his body, and finally pulled out his sword.

His sword was not long, and it shone with blue light throughout, proving that it was fed with great poison, and even a little bit of oily skin could be fatal. As an old man, his strength and speed are not comparable to Treti, but he also has his strengths, which are experience and technique.

He has killed many people in his life, has a wealth of combat experience, and the sword pharaoh is spicy, vicious, and has strange changes. With a sword in hand, the advantage gradually returned to his hands, and even with Tretti's speed and agility, he could only ensure that he would not be injured, but he could no longer gain the upper hand.

"Nun, get out of the way and give him to me!" A cold voice suddenly sounded, but it was Leng Feishuang who had already put Yang Chengzu on the ground, stood up, and his indifferent gaze, like ice that had not melted for thousands of years, actually made Su Kuchan, the elder of the torture hall, feel cold all over his body.

He has seen countless people's eyes, from excitement to despair, joy and sadness, to discouragement, or to love in life. Fang Cai's eyes were full of repentance and self-blame, Ren is a martial artist, and he has no power to fight back, which is the best type to kill. But at this time, in her eyes, there was an ethereal spirit after a great enlightenment, or it could be called an epiphany. This state is actually the state in which she has cultivated to the strongest, and it is very unwise to fight at this time.

Almost in an instant, Su Kuchan had already made a judgment that he was alone and was by no means the opponent of Leng Feishuang at the moment. Taking advantage of Treti's retreat, he rushed to the stained-glass window almost heedlessly, and smashed the glass with his hand to protect his face, desperately smashing the glass into the danger of being scratched by the glass, and crashed straight out.

Although he is over eighty years old, he is still good at light skills, and he never stops training martial arts every day, so that he still has an extraordinary physique, as long as he can escape to the forest, he will have a chance. As long as you can find the flaw again, you can destroy the traitor. The man who is called the unjust soul naturally has his own means of survival, he jumped out of the window, and without even looking, he ran towards the forest on the side, but as soon as his body moved, a long sigh of a woman came from his ears.

"Su Kuchan, you are really old, too slow!"

Leng Feishuang's figure is graceful, like a heavenly maiden, and she has already appeared in front of him, with no joy or hatred on her face, like a god looking down on the world. The weapon in the hand is not lit, and in the palms, the self-wisdom fist imprints the outer lion seal, the inner lion seal, and the Donkey Kong wheel seal. The tantric seal method was rapidly switched in her hands, evolving countless changes.

She ...... How can she look like an ancient ...... in the Holy Religion" At this last moment, Su Kuchan was thinking about this action and demeanor in his mind, how could it be that it was the cultivation of the Buddha's mother Tang Sai'er recorded in the classics? The short sword in his hand conjured up a sky full of sword light to protect himself, hoping to block this boundless power of the palm.

In Leng Feishuang's long sigh, his hand was gently waved out, the sword light in the sky was disillusioned, and Su Kuchan's body fell straight back into the church, the glass shattered to the ground, and the person was motionless, and there was no life.