"Then you kill me first!" Qingya pointed at the sword, looking like that, she ate the scales and made her heart.

Yuan Qiuran exhaled deeply, faintly like a mist, and finally forced out the fire poison in his body, and clasped his hands together and said: "Amitabha!" Qingya, today's feelings, I keep it in my heart, since you are not involved in this killing, continue to maintain your innocence, and let me, the evil of Buddhism, and the murderer of the free faction win or lose! ”

"Yuan Qiu!" Qingya turned her head with an ugly face, and reminded in a loud voice: "You don't have to be his opponent. ”

"The killing has begun, I don't go to hell, who will go to hell? Today there must be a conclusion to this. Yuan Qiu, who was naked on his upper body, threw down a sentence, his steps moved quickly, Qingya didn't get out of the way, he had already taken the initiative to avoid it, stood aside, and made a 'please' gesture to Yang Chen.

Yang Chen stabbed Emei to his waist, dodged his stick, and smashed it down according to Yuan Qiu's head.

Yuan Qiu's head was tilted, his shoulders were pushed, and there was a muffled sound of 'bang'.

actually forcibly took Yang Chen's stick with his shoulder, and then clamped his head and shoulder, and then stuck Yang Chen's stick and then withdrew it.

Yang Chen seemed to hit the leather with a stick, he was a little surprised, his eyes widened a little, and he shouted: "Shaolin's 'Golden Bell Jar' really deserves its reputation. ”

Faintly realized that this monk didn't seem to be very afraid of external forces, but internal forces were more effective against him.

Yuan Qiu's palm was on the steel rod, and he didn't know how to shake it, Yang Chen didn't figure out what was going on, the stick was in his hand like a wheel, and the stick had been snatched back.

However, Yang Chen also knew that as soon as this solid steel rod fell into the hands of others, he would be in trouble.

With a quick shot, he grabbed the stick again, and slid over with the stick, his feet like a gust of wind, kicking people's soft ribs, such as the crotch and eyes.

No matter how strong the defense of the golden bell jar is, it can't be practiced on the fragile eyeballs, so Yuan Qiu had to let go of the stick and block it horizontally and vertically to protect his eyes.

Yang Chen snatched back the stick, turned around and slammed it on the calf of the person.

Yuan Qiu knelt down on his side leg and immediately pressed the stick under his leg again.

Yang Chen lifted the ground hard, lifted Yuan Qiu's whole person and rolled away, before snatching the stick back.

I finally found out that people are the real masters of using sticks.

This stick seemed to be helpless to others, so he simply threw it backwards and threw it far away, so as not to fall into the hands of others and make trouble for himself.

Yuan Qiu, who got up, saw that he had abandoned the stick, and immediately changed his body, his back twisted like a dragon, leaning over like a tiger, opening his claws, and waiting.

"Shaolin Dragon Claw Hand!" Yang Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, and his ten fingers were also clawed.

The two rushed towards each other almost at the same time, fighting fiercely together, the figures of both sides coming and going like the wind, and the sound of 'bang' continued.

It's just that in terms of speed, compared with Yang Chen, Yuan Qiu is obviously much inferior, giving people the feeling that he is always in a position of being beaten.

Only Yang Chen, the person concerned, knew that the monk was as calm as a mountain, raising the defensive power of the 'Golden Bell Jar' to the limit, guarding against his 'Flame Palm', and hitting the monk with brute force with his fists and feet did not have much effect at all.

And people's 'dragon claw hand' is extraordinary, and they seek progress in stability, but they must always be on guard against being injured.

Knowing that it is not a way to go on like this, he takes turns to fight viciously, and his endurance may not be comparable to that of this monk.

Yang Chen sold a flaw, and the monk really didn't have a heart, and immediately stretched his body to raid.

Yang Chen quickly floated behind him, and the Emei thorn on his waist was brought out smoothly, and he was as quick as thunder when he took the time, and slammed into the monk's back.

After all, Yuan Qiu has not practiced to the point of invulnerability in the legend, in fact, it is not impossible to really train the 'Golden Bell Jar' to the point of invulnerability, but it is only a legend at present.

After all, the flesh and blood body is the flesh and blood, and it is still possible to resist the slashing and stabbing of ordinary people, and a sharp murder weapon like Yang Chen, which is infused with internal force, can be inserted into the steel plate, not to mention the flesh and skin.

This time it was really skin and flesh, and blood was gushing out.

With one blow, Yang Chen couldn't be happy, because Yuan Qiu actually used the muscles on his back to clamp the depth of the Emei thorn to avoid hurting his internal organs.

This monk's internal and external cultivation is really remarkable.

With this slow effort, Yuan Qiu was already sweeping backwards with both claws.

Yang Chen didn't have time to dodge, so he immediately defended, and the two of them clawed against each other, and their ten fingers were entangled together.

"Hey!" Yuan Qiu, whose back was bleeding profusely, let out a mournful howl, and his voice was no less than a tiger's roar, which shook the rooftop space under the glass sky.

Ten fingers clasped Yang Chen's ten fingers, and in one fell swoop, Yang Chen was thrown into the air, and he fell to the ground violently.

Yuan Qiu's eyes were red, and it could be said that he had completely exploded.

In fact, if you really want to be smashed like this, Yang Chen estimates that he will not die.

Whether it was someone who wanted Yang Chen to die, or someone who didn't want Lin Yangchen, his heart suddenly raised his throat.

Only Yang Chen's eyes were as cold as a owl, and the person was still in the air, so he shouted angrily: "Look for death!" "Housekeeper

Bent his waist in mid-air, kicked Yuan Qiu's face with both feet, and kicked out more than a dozen kicks in an instant.

Yang Wei's demon has flattened him for so many years, if he doesn't improve his reaction speed, he really has to go back to grinding tofu.

Yuan Qiu's 'Golden Bell Jar' was already broken by the Emei thorn, even if it wasn't broken, the fragile eyes were tantamount to covering the door, how could they block such a dozen or so strong kicks.

In the crisp sound of 'pop', Yuan Qiu's face was already blurred with flesh and blood, and his two eyes were directly kicked out.

"Ahh Yuan Qiu let out a cry of grief and wanted to cover his eyes with his hands.

Yang Chen didn't let him go, his claws tightened Yuan Qiu's claws, and his feet pressed Yuan Qiu's shoulders, setting up a ladder.

"Yikes!" Yang Chen exhaled and shouted angrily.

I saw that he clamped Yuan Qiu's head with his feet, twisted his waist with all his might, and the two people up and down rotated at the same time, and Yuan Qiu also flew off the ground, and the two separated in the air.

The two of them who landed on the ground actually stood still, Yuan Qiu covered his face with his hands, and howled in grief, he couldn't see anything, a pair of eyeballs were kicked out, and there was no possibility of recovery.

The Emei thorn inserted in the back was even more bloody......

The terrible howl, the miserable appearance, is simply terrifying.

"Yuan Qiu!" Qingya's eyes were choked with tears, and Shenxia and Gu Yiling were stunned.

Mu Wanqing was even more shocked and covered her mouth with her hands, she couldn't imagine that the bloody fight between men was so cruel and bloody.

Dirk and Pol even slowed down their breathing, the Yang Chen fights and kills they had seen before were basically battles with hot weapons, and there were often physical battles, but they had never been so fierce and ferocious.

The reaction, speed, and power of this technique make people feel that they have exerted the functions of the human body to the limit, which is a bit beyond the imagination of the two of them.

They only truly understood how terrible the Easy King was today, and they had never seen anyone force him to such a powerful counterattack before.

Yang Chen shook his faintly numb hands, the other party's 'dragon claw hand' was not a vegetarian, stared at Yuan Qiu and sneered: "Monk, you are really too hard. ”

He found that this monk's internal and external dual cultivation skills were really not simple, and he didn't even break his neck with such great effort.

Yuan Qiu's face was already covered in blood, but he showed a look of listening attentively, and after identifying Yang Chen's location, he rushed over in a hurry, as if he wanted to fight with Yang Chen.

Seeing Yuan Qiu rushing towards him desperately, Yang Chen stood still and did not make a sound.

When Yuan Qiu rushed in front of him, suddenly a horse step sank down, and an extremely fierce palm assault slapped Yuan Qiu's red and bloody chest.

It's another 'Flame Six Stacks'!

With a 'bang', Yuan Qiu's chest suddenly sunk inward, and his back also slammed out. The sound of the sternum popping rattled crunch, and the Emei thorn inserted in his back ejected under the impact of the huge force.

'Poof' Yuan Qiu spurted out a mouthful of hot blood, blood also erupted from his nostrils, ears and eyes, and his feet slid against the ground for four or five meters before he stomped and stood firmly.

Yang Chen was faintly panting, not he!

Is this monk really beaten with iron, and he can't be beaten to death like this?

However, he was a little worried, Yuan Qiu just forced a breath to stabilize, and then suddenly fell backwards, 'bang' his strong body smashed to the ground, and his head slowly tilted to the side.

"Let's go!" Shenxia pulled Gu Yiling and ran away with a frightened face, he was already frightened, and he didn't have the slightest idea of resisting.

Yang Chen was just about to chase after him, Qingya immediately raised his sword and stopped in front of him, and said with tears streaming down his face: "If you want to kill them, you kill me first!" ”

Yang Chen paused, and put away his open five claws again, he was not a person who killed innocents indiscriminately, he knew what kind of people he should do and what kind of people he shouldn't do to.

"Humph! The best way to save them is to kill me...... The rivers and lakes of fighting and killing are not suitable for you, so let's go back and get married and have children! Yang Chen snorted coldly, and walked past her openly, with a defenseless look, as if he was sure that Qingya would not move.

And the sword in Qingya's hand was raised, and when she turned to face his back, she really couldn't do it.

Yang Chen then accelerated to the top of the roof staircase, only to see that the descending elevator was almost to the bottom floor, and then turned around and rushed back from the three Dirk.

Ran to the glass wall that Lilac had broken, and jumped straight out.

The three of Dirk were startled, this was a high-rise building more than thirty stories high, and they hurriedly ran over, and they all stretched out their heads to look outside the crack where the cold wind was whistling.

I saw a figure, as dexterous as an ape, with his hands on the edge of the window from time to time, flying all the way down, seeing that the three of them had a toothache, it was really inhuman.

Dirk immediately turned around and ran towards the elevator, and Pol and Mu Wanqing followed.

Not long after Shenxia and Gu Yiling ran to the square, a figure came into the air and stopped in front of the two.

In the miserable night rain, Yang Chen slowly turned around, and said with an awe-inspiring gaze: "Don't you want to kill me?" Why run? ”