"Yan Song? Is the flying sand knife strict? ”

"These five people are here to seek revenge on him!"

In the inn, there are guests whispering.

Some watched the excitement, and some were afraid of causing trouble, so they hurriedly took out some copper plates from their arms and put them on the dining table, and did not eat the meal, and quickly left the inn, for fear of causing trouble.

"No problem, it's not convenient to do it here, let's go outside and settle the grievances!"

Yan Song suggested lightly.

When the short-haired strong man Sun Buwen and the others heard this, they hesitated slightly, and then nodded, there are many people in this place, and it is indeed difficult to do it, go outside to solve grievances, and you can not make things too big and cause other unnecessary troubles!

Sun Buwen and the others turned around and took the lead towards the outside of the inn, but at this time, a touch of coldness suddenly appeared in the depths of Yan Song's eyes.

Without warning, Yan Song, who was sitting in the seat, stood up, he took a slight half step, the force rose from the ground, transmitted to the waist and arms, holding the scabbard in one hand and the handle in the other, and slammed the knife!

"Be careful!"

Sun Buwen noticed the abnormal movement behind him and realized that something was wrong, so he yelled while dodging forward, reminding his companions.

The other four reacted quickly enough, but there were still two who moved a little slower.

"Poof!"

In the crisp sound of flesh and blood tearing, two of the nine thieves in the mountain were caught off guard, and the two good heads were cut off by Yan Song's sharp knife from behind, and suddenly blood splattered, and the heads fell to the ground!

"Ahhh Killed! Killed! ”

There was a brief silence in the inn, followed by frightened, shrill screams that echoed through the inn.

The splattered blood, the falling skull, is beyond the limits of what most people can bear!

"This knife...... Very good! Su Changkong's eyes lit up slightly, Yan Song's knife seemed simple, but it was a combination of speed and skill, similar to drawing a knife and slashing, fast and accurate, killing the opponent's two powerful martial artists in an instant!

"! Vile! ”

Sun Buwen and the other three were suddenly furious, their eyes were red, and they were furious.

This Yan Song is too despicable, and he proposed that everyone go out to settle their grievances in the last second, but as soon as they turned around, Yan Song did not hesitate to kill people in this inn and carry out a sneak attack, causing their two companions to die tragically on the spot!

"Soldiers don't get tired of cheating! If you deceive more than you deceive, will you not be despicable? ”

Yan Song laughed, he knew that the five thieves of the Nine Thieves in the Mountains were fierce and cruel, they were not ordinary bandits, they were all martial artists above the refining power realm, he would have a hard time fighting five against one, and if he killed two people first, the chances of winning would be much greater.

"Let's go together! Kill him! ”

Sun Buwen roared, pulled out the long knife on his waist, and the remaining two companions were full of murderous aura, and at the same time rushed towards Yan Song.

Sun Buwen's knife technique is fierce, and he raised his hand and slashed out, cutting the air into a tearing sound that can be heard by the naked ear, and the momentum is extraordinary.

"Bell!"

Yan Song waved his knife to block, and the blades of the two long knives collided, making a crisp sound of gold and iron, and sparks from the collision splattered out.

"Bell!"

That Sun Buwen's one-handed knife technique opened and closed, and he took out the knife one after another, a long knife danced like a rotating wheel, only attacking and not defending, and if he was not careful, the opponent would be cut in half, showing extremely extraordinary strength!

And Yan Song is also right about his reputation for not being weak in the martial arts of Qingshui City, he is good at swordsmanship is known for being fast and delicate, and in just a few moves, he forced Sun Buwen to turn from offense to defense, left and right.

However, Sun Buwen also has two companions whose strength is not much weaker than him, both of whom have been in the refining realm for many years and have reached the extreme of ordinary people!

"Kill!"

The other two warriors, one left and one behind, killed Yan Song with a knife.

Two fists are hard to beat four hands, it is difficult for one person to fight against two opponents of the same level, taking care of one and losing the other, and Sun Buwen is not the first time that the three of them have joined forces to meet the enemy, and the cooperation is quite tacit.

"Bell, bell!"

Yan Song was one against three, and he obviously became struggling.

Yan Song is a martial artist at the peak of internal strength, except for the endurance that is better than that of a martial artist in the refining realm, his strength and speed actually do not reach the level of crushing compared to the martial artist of the refining realm, unless he reaches the divine power realm!

"Click!"

The aftermath of the battle between the four of them tore the tables and chairs in the hall to pieces, and the food and soup were spilled all over the ground, making a mess, and the guests around them retreated far away, for fear of being affected.

"This is a battle between warriors? It's amazing! That Yan Song doesn't seem to be the opponent of the three! ”

"It's normal to fight one against three!"

Some guests were amazed at the strength of the warriors, and the destructive power of the fight made ordinary people not even dare to approach.

And Yan Song was one against three, obviously falling into the disadvantage.

"Three little thieves! Red Fire Gong! ”

Yan Song snorted in a low voice, but a red color appeared on his face, his eyes were round with anger, the tendons and veins of the arm holding the knife were protruding, and the faint red fire light on the blade flowed, exuding a scorching breath!

Yan Song slashed out, causing Sun Buwen's complexion to change suddenly, and he felt a rush of heat!

"Bell!"

Sun Buwen blocked with the blade of the knife, and in the crisp collision sound, a huge force struck, and he staggered back a step or two, and the arm holding the knife was sore and numb.

"Really angry? Did this Yan Song grab the red fire gong at that time? ”

Seeing this, Su Changkong was also slightly surprised.

Yan Song kept up with the fox masked man who bought the Red Fire Gong at that time, I don't know if he snatched the Red Fire Gong from the fox mask man, or what agreement was reached, Yan Song has obviously learned the Red Fire Gong now, and has preliminarily cultivated the True Qi!

"Kill!"

Yan Song's true qi was condensed, his combat power soared, his face was red, and he was one against three, but he suppressed the three martial artists at the peak of refining power, and he was extremely fierce!

But Su Changkong knew that it had only been more than a year or less than two years, and Yan Song's true qi must be very thin, and he would not be able to support it for long, so he would rush to attack and divide the winner.

However, Su Changkong has no intention of interfering, it doesn't matter who wins or loses on either side, just watch the excitement!

In the center of the hall, the tables and chairs were shattered, and there was a mess, and with an exclamation, a scar-faced man among the nine thieves in the mountain had a deep wound on his chest, and the wound was scorched with scorching true qi.

And at this time, a touch of ruthlessness flashed in Sun Buwen's eyes, his cuffs flipped over, and a gray sphere the size of an adult's half a fist appeared in the palm of his hand, and then threw it fiercely, smashing towards Yan Song's face.

Yan Song was startled, but he reacted extremely quickly, swinging his knife and slashing at the gray sphere that was suspected to be a hidden weapon.

"Poof!"

The blade slashed at the gray sphere, and the gray sphere shattered and turned into gray-white powder, which drenched Yan Song's face with inertia.

"Ahh

Yan Song let out a muffled snort of pain, and the powder seeped into his eyes, and suddenly a burning pain struck, causing Yan Song's eyes to close uncontrollably and cry.

What Sun Buwen threw seemed to be something like a lime ball, which was undoubtedly a means of indiscriminateness, but it was very useful!