But he miscalculated Qu Yong's speed. I saw Qu Yong's front foot step on the inch, the strength of his fists changed and he suddenly drilled down, and attacked the opponent's liver and spleen with his yin fist.

"Kick Kick Kick ......" to the block of the mountains and fields missed. The knife also stabbed in the air. Instead, I was beaten and had severe pain in my ribs. Bursts of acid reflux in the stomach. Take three steps back.

But that's not the end of it. Xingyi chases the wind and catches the moon without relaxation. Now that the enemy has been defeated. Then take the opportunity to kill. Qu Yong saw that the opponent retreated to resolve the strength, drilled out his fists and then bent up, his fists on his jaw, his elbows on his ribs, and at the same time stepped in with his back feet and surged to attack.

"Stop." Seeing Qu Yong pounce again. Towards the mountain field with his left hand in the back of the waist a fish. Quickly took out a revolver and pointed it at Qu Yong. He said sharply: "You dare to move one step further. I'll beat you to death."

"Phew." Qu Yong stopped hatefully. Of course he does. With the distance between the two and his speed. It's impossible to dodge bullets. This is the sorrow of the warrior. It is also inevitable that the end of the martial era will come.

"What do you want."

"I want you to come with me." Xiang Shan Tianye pointed a gun at Qu Yong. His eyes were fierce, but he looked at the copper-faced man.

Qu Yong persuaded: "I'm just his captive. You can't blackmail him like this."

"You shoot." The copper-faced man quietly looked at the mountains and fields. Said: "Look at you fast. Or I'm fast."

"What." Xiang Yama Tian Ye knows. Just hook your index finger lightly. Qu Yong can fight even if he can fight. and obediently fall under the firearm.

The bronze-faced man never says it a second time. He waited for him to finish speaking to Yamadano. It's already moving. No one could see how he moved. It's completely gone. Even my thoughts haven't had time to turn. He's arrived.

His fingers are long. Put it on the left wrist of the mountain field "Yangxi Point". This is the meridian acupoint of the large intestine meridian of Hand Yang Ming. Specifically on the radial side of the dorsal wrist striated. When the thumb of the hand is upturned. When in the depression between the extensor pollicis brevis tendon and the extensor pollicis longus tendon.

The "Yangxi Cave" of the mountain field was made. The whole index finger can't move. His face was defeated. Lips trembled. The cold sweat has come down from his body. He's tried his best to bend his index finger. But it doesn't seem to be his. He has no control at all.

"Point point." That's the point. Restrained this finger. If you want to resume activities. There must be a dark master to massage and rub the blood. Otherwise this finger has been around for a long time. If the qi and blood cannot be perfused, it will be wasted. Although Qu Yong is very confident in this copper-faced man. But I didn't expect him to be like this anytime soon. I didn't expect him to be so bold. Actually use a point point. His heart. It was also mentioned in the throat eye.

I'm afraid no one has been pointed at a gun. The owner with the gun already wants to pull the trigger. But he was still calm. Of course, there are also absolute masters such as the copper-faced man. Or a specially trained soldier with a hardened nerve can do it. But apparently Qu Yong can't do it yet. Real big winds and waves. He hadn't seen enough.

"As long as you can pull the trigger. I'll go with you."

Absolute self-confidence. Originates from martial arts that are higher than this world.

Suddenly at this moment. Qu Yong is full of confidence in kung fu again. He had never imagined that he would be able to confront a firearm. He also knew that the copper-faced man had just stepped under the unicorn step. At the same time, use the "Neigang" to hit the acupoint one inch in the hand. In order to restrain the mountains and fields between the electric light and flint.

This time the copper-faced man shot. It really made Qu Yong understand. It turns out that it's not that the national art is useless. It's because people's hearts are scattered right now. After years of turmoil, the true essence has been lost. The pinnacle of true national arts. It's not impossible to fight firearms.

"The gun is dead. Man is alive. No matter how powerful the gun. In your hands. It's also scrap metal." The bronze-masked man took the gun from Xiang Yama Field. Place in the palm of your hand. In an instant, his palms became congested and enlarged. The roots are green and the tendons are angry. Transformed into a pair of iron-black giant spirit palms.

Air bursting. Gang Jin Shock." Bang bang bang bang This is the power of the Waigang... The gun grinded in the copper-faced man's palms. Gossip is like grinding. His grinding is simply ten thousand pounds.

I saw that the gun was instantly transformed. Turns into a discus. And then after a pinch of it. It becomes a flat and thin sheet of iron.

"How... How will it be. Oh, my God. What the hell is he?" It's time to come. Xiang Shan Tianye knew that he had messed with someone he shouldn't have messed with. I can't help but regret it. Before going out, Ichiro Watanabe explained again and again. If he wants to respectfully invite these two people. He didn't take it to heart. It's too late to regret it now.

"You lost. Leave yourself on one hand. and go." The bronze-faced man finished speaking. Throw the thin piece of iron on the ground. Then walk up the stairs and the corner is gone.

"A hand." Xiang Shantian is as ugly as he looks. His forehead was covered with beads of sweat. Suddenly, he said to the proprietress in the store, "Please lend me an axe."

"Ahh What are you going to do?" The proprietress had already been frightened by the scene just now. She's just an ordinary person. Where can withstand so many changes.

Xiang Shantian roared, "Go quickly."

"Yes." The proprietress quickly fetched the axe. This is generally used in the kitchen to chop pork bones. It still looks sharp. As soon as she finished handing over the axe, she quickly ducked to the side.

"Okay." Xiang Shan Tian Ye tore off a few long pieces of his underwear. Then I took a leather jacket and bit it in my mouth. Place your left hand on the table. Close your eyes and take the axe in your right hand and look at it sharply.

"Ahh

The little inn let out an earth-shattering scream. Blood splattered. Xiang Shantian trembled non-stop. Reluctantly, he quickly tied the broken wrist with the prepared strip of cloth. But how could the blood rushing out of the radial artery be so easily blocked. Blood soon stained his clothes. He opened his mouth. Finally passed out in pain.

"Japanese." Qu Yong watched all this happen. He really didn't expect this Xiang Shan Tian Ye to be so ruthless. Be cruel to others. Ordinary people can do it. But be yourself. Not everyone can do it. Ask this world. Who dares to cut off this hand of his own? Not much, I'm afraid.

He sighed. Know so below. Don't go for five minutes. The Japanese man bleed to death. He looked up at the already frightened flowers. The proprietress with trembling legs said, "Hit 120."

"Nani (what)." The hostess does not understand Chinese. Asked something.

Nani means that. Qu Yong still understands. However, he also suffers from the fact that he can't speak Japanese. I had to put my hand to my ear. Make it look like you're making a phone call. An ambulance sound of "mump beep" from the mouth.