Seeing Pan Hongzhi's murderous eyes, and seeing the five people drawing their swords against each other, Lin Yun and Li Xueyan also quickly pulled out their weapons, and stood with Xiaowei, the two of them and one beast in a triangular shape.

Lin Yun held gunpowder qiang in his hand and a gunpowder bag at his waist, looking guarded and cautious; Li Xueyan held an ordinary thin sword in his hand, her beautiful eyes were cold and ruthless; Xiaowei's brown eyes were also full of violence, and an angry low roar came out of her throat.

Two people and one beast, ready to fight at any time.

Li Xueyan didn't use Bing Rui, because Bing Rui is her hole card, which can only be used at the most critical moment, in order to create a one-hit kill that she is not prepared for. If it is known in advance, it will only cause more trouble.

"Capture them alive!" Pan Hongzhi snorted coldly, and the five people who had already surrounded the two people and one beast instantly turned into a gust of wind and pounced on the two and one beast.

For Pan Hongzhi, Lin Yun and Li Xueyan are just little minions.

According to his information, Lin Yun is an ordinary person, a waste without a martial soul. And Li Xueyan is only a seventh-level martial artist, and the Xueyun family cultivates the worst third-level exercises, and there are no treasures to use.

If you really want to say anything, it's just that the flying tiger and leopard next to them are a little more powerful.

The fifth-level spirit pet flying tiger and leopard, looking at its size and development, should still be a juvenile, but it should also have the strength of the third or fourth level of a martial artist, but what about the third or fourth level of a martial artist, there are five ninth-level martial artists on his side, and there is also a martial artist of his own!

With this kind of strength, it is too simple to kill two people and one beast.

But he didn't want that, he wanted to capture the two alive and torture them well!

His own son and brother died because of the two of them. How could he let the two of them go so easily.

He will hang the man at the head of the city and put him to death, let the sun shine, let the crows peck, and let him live rather than die.

The woman shall be distributed to all the people of the tribe, and she shall be humiliated and tormented to death!"

Pan Hongzhi looked at the home field coldly, but he secretly calculated in his heart.

The five of them quickly pounced on the two and one beast.

The martial artist who attacked Lin Yun was called Pan Hongxing, a veteran figure of the Ling Feng family, a ninth-level powerhouse.

Looking at Lin Yun, who was holding something strange in his hand, with a defensive face, Pan Hongxing suddenly felt very ridiculous.

In his opinion, Lin Yun is a waste person, a waste person without a martial soul. Even if you are on guard, it will be useless in the face of absolute strength.

This wasted man was simply not difficult for him, a ninth-level martial artist.

He held a thin sword in his hand, and swooped towards Lin Yun like that, a sneer hung on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes flashed with disdain.

He felt that as long as he swung the long sword in his hand, he could easily split Lin Yun's body.

It's closer, it's getting closer.

Pan Hongxing raised the long sword in his hand high, without any superfluous attack skills, and raised it high like this.

He didn't need any skills to cut off the sword in his hand, and then split Lin Yun.

Just when he was thinking in his heart, suddenly, Pan Hongxing found that Lin Yun, the waste man opposite, also raised his hand.

The waste took out a strange-shaped object in his hand, and he aimed it at himself defensively.

Puff puff......

Pan Hongxing heard two low sounds, and then, he keenly saw that among the strange-shaped things in the hands of the waste, two long cylinders with pointed heads spun out at high speed and attacked him Pan Hongxing, like two hidden weapons.

Do you think that with a hidden weapon attack of this speed, it will be difficult to get yourself?

The disdain at the corner of Pan Hongxing's mouth was even more sufficient.

The speed of that secret weapon was quite fast, but for him, a ninth-level martial artist, it was still a little slower.

For a ninth-level martial artist, his acuity was extremely high, and he could clearly see every trajectory of the hidden weapon that rotated clockwise.

The long sword in his hand quickly turned around, his arm was slightly forced, and the end of the sword had been accurately slashed at the hidden weapon.

"Peng!"

Suddenly, a mushroom cloud exploded at the end of the sword.

A little out of Pan Hongxing's expectations, that mushroom cloud seemed to have a strong blasting force and impact, when it hit his sword body, he only felt that the long sword in his hand was loosened, and the long sword in his hand was thrown out directly.

Pan Hongxing was a little surprised, he didn't expect a waste man to be able to throw such a hidden weapon, and the hidden weapon would also produce a blast and take away the blade in his hand.

Immediately afterward, he saw a second hidden weapon that passed through the mushroom cloud.

Pan Hongxing's eyes showed a bit of excitement, and he directly stretched out his hand and used his calloused hand to hold the high-speed rotating hidden weapon.

He wanted to see what kind of explosive power this secret weapon would produce. He wants to catch this secret weapon with his hand, and then completely destroy the heart of this waste.

He wanted to show the waste, and he struck with all his might, which he could easily hold with one hand.

The strength of Pan Hongxing's ninth-level martial artist was fully displayed at this moment, his speed was faster than that of the flying thing, and he easily grasped it.

"Peng!" The moment he grasped it, the secret weapon exploded in the palm of his hand.

The hundreds of degrees of heat burned his palms, he felt that his calloused palms were pierced by countless fine slags, he grinned in pain, and he regretted holding this thing a little in pain.

He opened his palm, and saw that the palm of his palm was covered with black charcoal, as if it had been smoked.

The entire palm of the hand was pierced with countless metal barbs, and red blood oozed from the palm of the hand that was pierced into the barbs.

Pan Hongxing snorted secretly, this kid actually hurt himself, damn it, after capturing him alive, he must be better than dead.

Pan Hongxing thought secretly, but the thoughts in his heart were not finished, but he saw that the red blood flowing from the palm of his hand instantly turned black, and then, he felt that his entire arm began to numb, and this numbness instantly hit his whole body.

In just half a second, he felt that numbness had hit his whole body, his whole body could not move, he clearly felt that his blood began to stop flowing, his heart stopped beating, and even the martial soul stopped running.

Half a second poison!

Pan Hongxing's mouth was half open, and after saying these last three words, his body instantly slammed, and Zhi Bangbang fell to the ground, a pair of eyes staring like dead fish bubbles, dead and blind!

Looking at Pan Hongxing, who had fallen to the ground, the corners of Lin Yun's mouth raised a somewhat smug smile.

People often die not on strength, but on contempt and arrogance.

With Pan Hongxing's strength, he could easily dodge the flying bullets. But he didn't, he was too proud, he was too contemptuous of himself, if he tried to grasp the bullet with his hand, he would have been poisoned in half a second.

And Lin Yun is also using this psychology of his.

The two bullets that gunpowder Qiang sent out just now, the metal shell that wrapped the explosives, was specially made by Lin Yun, fused with half-second poison earth metal.

In fact, all the bullets he was using now, including the fifty giant gunpowder packets he carried on his waist, were fused with half-second poison.

Du medicine is such a good thing.

Bullets can't penetrate his body, explosions can't hurt his flesh, but none of that matters.

For Lin Yun, as long as the highly poisonous bullet scrapes the enemy's skin.

The poison quickly spreads through the enemy's scraped skin, then spreads throughout the enemy's body, and then kills in half a second!

Glancing coldly at the dead corpse, Lin Yun turned his gaze to the other four people who pounced.

At this moment, Li Xueyan also fought with her head-on opponent Pan Hongchen.

Pan Hongchen also looked at her with a disdainful gaze, and the long sword he held exuded a faint white light, and the long sword pointed directly at Li Xueyan's heart.

Maybe for Pan Hongchen, Li Xueyan is just a woman with a little talent. But compared to Pan Hongchen and these ninth-level martial artists, it is still far behind.

Pan Hongchen is confident, so confident that he is even a little arrogant.

Li Xueyan also held a thin sword, her face was calm, and her eyes were bright.

When her opponent was five meters away from her, her pair of bright eyes suddenly became fierce, and she raised the thin sword in her hand high, and then slashed down at a faster, faster speed.

Her rapier was just an ordinary rapier. Because Lin Yun didn't let her use Bing Rui, because Bing Rui was her hole card, and she couldn't use it until the critical moment.

But even though it's just a thin sword, in her hands, it can still exert the most powerful power.

She is a ninth-level martial artist, and she is also practicing seventh-level exercises! Exercises determine the foundation, and the foundation determines ability.

Although the opponent was also a ninth-level martial artist, the sword that Li Xueyan struck out was faster and faster. In her hand, the ordinary thin sword seemed to be able to exert the power of a third-level sword.

"Qiang!" The two thin swords collided, and sparks flew everywhere, only to see Pan Hongchen, who was still disdainful, his face was ugly in an instant, and he took two steps back, and the long sword in his hand was thrown out directly.

Looking at the long sword that was thrown away, Pan Hongchen was stunned.

He couldn't understand how a seventh-level martial artist, and a woman, could be so powerful.

Could she be a ninth-level martial artist? No, how could that be!

The information of the Ling Feng family must not be wrong, ten days ago, she was only a seventh-level martial artist, how could she be promoted to a ninth-level martial artist in just ten days!

The sword in her hand is just an ordinary sword, and their Xueyun family is a non-mainstream family, and what they cultivate is probably just ordinary exercises.

But why is she so powerful!

Pan Hongchen didn't understand, but he was a ninth-level martial artist, although after losing the first blow, he quickly adjusted his mentality, he knew that the woman in front of him was not an ordinary person, he should treat her as a figure of the same level.

He believed that with his experience as a ninth-level martial artist who had been promoted for several years, how could a woman be comparable.

Pan Hongchen steadied his footsteps, quickly raised his head, and was about to deal with the next battle, but he was shocked to find it...... His own brother, Pan Hongxing, the brother who attacked the waste, actually fell to the ground, his skin was already black, his eyes were wide open, and he was obviously dead.

And the waste, who had no martial spirit, stood next to the woman who had knocked him back, and the waste raised his hand and was aiming it at himself with a strange-looking object.