The green-shirted man over there didn't want to give Jing Yue a chance to breathe, so he rushed over in a group of four, while the two qigong brothers with towering temples were waiting for an opportunity to move behind, like two lurking beasts.

Facing the four green-shirted guests who rushed over, Jing Yue did not choose to go up directly this time, but threw out the bamboo hat above his head and slid backwards.

"He's going to run!"

A qigong brother said.

With a snap, the moment the flying bamboo hat was cut with a knife, the four green-shirted guests had already quickened their pace and forced over.

Jing Yue stepped back, stepping out a series of splashes, and the body of the gun slid down the palm of his hand until he grabbed the tail end and threw it back.

The next moment, Jing Yue, who had been retreating, suddenly took root with his right foot, his left foot was raised, and his body's center of gravity leaned back.

The four green-shirted people broke through the rain curtain and just approached, and then they couldn't help but feel a shock.

In their sight, they saw Jing Yue's body leaning back, his robe shaking violently, and the whole person was like a full bow ready to fire.

In just an instant, this "full bow" was shot out!

Jing Yue held the gun in one hand as if he was splitting Huashan, and he slashed forward blatantly!

Wow!

When the gun passed, the raindrops exploded into a white mist on the spot, forming a clear white mark.

A green-shirted man who rushed to the front didn't have time to dodge, and when he saw that the spear had been smashed head-on, he could only instinctively raise his knife to block it.

Bell –

A clash of gold and iron suddenly sounded.

The straight knife in the green shirt's hand turned straight into noodles, and the body of the gun bent and smashed on his head, sinking with great force.

In just an instant, the green-shirted man's head burst open like a watermelon, blood splattered, scarlet, and the whole person bounced out like a cannonball.

The tragic death of the green-shirted man could not stop the fierce slash of the spear, only a boom was heard, as if a thunderclap had just fallen to the ground.

The stagnant water on the ground exploded and burst into debris and steamed, and even the raindrops in the back half of the alley were swept back like a whirlwind by the gun.

The white-clothed leader, who was holding an umbrella and watching this scene indifferently, raised his sleeves suddenly, but he was still half a beat slower, and half of his face was slapped by the rolling rain.

The three green-shirted men near the body of the gun had already been shaken off the ground by the furious gun.

With two clicks, before the two green-shirted men fell to the ground, they were stabbed in the throat by the tip of the spear, and the blood bloomed like red flowers.

It was only then that the last of the greenshirts fell heavily to the ground.

He struggled to get up and tried to run, but his body shook suddenly, and he couldn't help but look down.

The tip of a spear pierced his chest, and the tip of the spear was still shaking.

As soon as Jing Yue drew the gun, his whole body fell to the ground with a thud like a sheepskin raft being pulled, and he lost his breath.

This kind of attack was really domineering and terrifying, and the two Qigong brothers, who originally wanted to sneak attack, could only temporarily avoid the edge and jumped onto the wall of the alley.

And at this time, the white-clothed leader who had been behind the alley moved!

......

The third young master, Shen Yun, was swarmed by the guards and fled out, and it was not until he passed through the two streets and alleys that the cloth on his mouth was taken off in a panic.

"Stop!"

In the midst of the rain, Shen Yun suddenly roared.

The entire fleeing procession suddenly stopped.

"Go back to Lao Tzu!" Shen Yun's eyes were red.

Wang Yu hurriedly said: "Young master, Brother Jing let us take you ......"

"I said to Lao Tzu to go back!"

"Fuck someone still wants to eat my Shen family's bowl of rice, so I'll give it to Lao Tzu back!"

Seeing that no one reacted, Shen Yun continued to roar: "Tonight is death, and I will die with Brother Jing!" ”

In the midst of the rain, the third young master Shen Yun lost two fingers of his right hand, and his eyes were red.

No one had ever seen such a bloody third young master, so much so that all the nurses were stunned there.

Heavy rain falls, like big beads and small beads falling on jade plates.

After a moment of silence, Zhao Buqian gritted his teeth and said, "Go back!" ”

So the group of people who had just come out rushed back with the third young master with a broken finger!

It should be infected by the momentum of the third young master, and everyone has a tragic taste of indomitable progress.

......

In the face of Jing Yue, whose marksmanship was overbearing to the extreme, the two qigong brothers did not find a gap in the sneak attack, not to mention, they were startled by the blow just now that split Huashan, and they were cowardly before attacking.

Suddenly found that Jing Yue, who was holding a spear, looked at them, and the two brothers' bodies shook at the same time, without any hesitation, they turned around and ran.

They don't want to take risks, and their purpose is clear, which is to form a synergy with the leader behind them.

But how could Jing Yue give them such an opportunity.

After this series of fights, Jing Yue only felt that there was a fire in his lungs, burning badly.

But he couldn't help but want to fight.

Guns drink blood, people and guns share blood, and heaven and earth are injured together!

This is the description of the word killing trick, although he has not performed this killing move now, he has a similar domineering momentum.

I saw a humanoid wind tunnel appear in the continuous rain curtain, which was left by Jing Yue's rapid rush.

The qigong brothers suddenly felt a strong wind sweeping from behind, without any hesitation, the straight knives in their hands crossed together like instinct, like a pair of scissors, crossed and pushed back.

With a bang, the guns and knives collided, and the sound was crisp.

The two brothers were suddenly smashed with such ferocity, and their bodies involuntarily slid backwards, bringing up a lot of rain.

The next moment, their pupils contracted straight into pitch-black spots, because they suddenly found that the straight knife in their hands had been smashed by this shot, not to mention, there was a strange tremor force transmitted along the blade.

In a hurry, the muscles of the two brothers bulged in their arms, and they instinctively used their true vitality to resist.

It's a pity that it's half a beat slower.

There were two crisp snaps, and the strange force of the word breaking trick directly broke the index finger bone of their hand holding the knife, and the "scimitar" almost wanted to get rid of it.

After this smash, the spear shook and buzzed.

With a buzz, the gun moved again, broke through the rain curtain, and stabbed straight at a qigong practitioner who had not had time to stand still.

At this moment, I saw the spear stabbing forward, the body of the spear stirred, and the rain around it was driven by it, forming a turbulent stream, like a white dragon out of the water.

A trace of bitterness appeared on the faces of the two brothers, knowing that if the other party continued to be so violent, they would die if they couldn't make three moves.

No, I'm afraid I can't stop this shot!

The qigong brother on the right saw that there was no way to avoid it, his raised temples bulged violently, and he held the smashed straight knife with both hands to block it, which was considered a desperate fight.

With a snap, the tip of the spear hit the blade, and the already curved ring-head knife suddenly twisted like a twist, and then snapped.

The spear barely slowed down, slamming into his head.

After that, the body of this qigong practitioner was thrown high like a broken paper kite, and there was an extremely deep blood hole on the door of his head, and he was definitely dead.

After this shot was stabbed, the spear was not finished, Jing Yue gritted his teeth, held the tail of the gun with one hand, and the body of the gun with the other, the muscles of his arms under his shirt bulged, and he threw it horizontally!

So the spear that stabbed forward buzzed and smashed it at the remaining qigong practitioner next to him.

For a moment, the swept rain turned into a majestic mist, forming a silver fan.

But at this moment, I saw a little cold light light up, Jing Yue's eyes narrowed, and his body couldn't help but tilt.

With a snort, a dart cut through his strangled shirt and left a deep mark on the "plate armor" inside, which was extremely insidious.

As a result, the spear's sweep stalled, slamming through the wall next to it, and the gun's strength shook so hard that the ears of the qigong practitioner who had been dodging close to him were buzzing.

The next moment, Jing Yue's body leaned back and fell to the ground.

A string of flying needles flew past the door in front of him, and the sound of breaking through the air was piercing.

In the rain, the white-clothed leader in a fox fur had already run, and there was a string of hidden weapons in his right hand.